#HIS BACKUP DANCERS ARE COOL TOO????

[amartbee]

I couldnt resist the VEGETA DANCE!

it's minute 3:15, as if didnt watch it a million times by now.

[mootmuse]

shoves this message into a bottle and sends it back in time to every person in charge of every single one of jr ntr’s outfits in every dance he did in every one of the movies he filmed back when he was chubby:

your movie’s spent all this time building his character up to be so cool and so badass and so sexy and you change your mind at the last second? ‘they’ll only believe he’s sexy until they find out he’s chubby, got to hide it!’ no. incorrect. his outfits are being designed by cowards and fools. if his love interest gets to dance in cute little form fitting outfits so does he. stop putting him in potato sacks like we don’t want to see him. you tell me I should be into him and then you cockblock me like this

[skzstarl0ver]

𝓟𝓻����𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽~

Hyunjin x reader / Idol x Backup dancer / dom!Hyunjin / smut

**involves!!** tension, orgasm, dance practice, grinding, mirror sex, filling up, dirty talk, cursing, smut with feels, raw sex, strong language, cursing, rough, SMUT

enjoy xx (open for request)

★.•☆•.★★.•☆•.★¸.•☆•.¸★ skzstarl0ver ★⡀.•☆•.★⡀.•☆•.★¸.•☆•.¸★

Hyunjin’s breath is shallow across from you, strands of hair sticking to his flushed cheeks. The choreo is intense—hips grinding, bodies pressed too close for “just practice.” Every lift, every grip, every stare lingers too long.

He’s watching you again. Not just your moves. You.

“Again,” he says, voice low, lips parted like he’s just come out of a dream. He doesn’t look away. “Let’s run the second chorus.”

You nod. Pretend like your heart isn’t trying to break free from your ribs.

The music starts. Heat coils in your gut as you lock eyes in the mirror. He’s behind you, chest against your back, hands splayed over your hips as the choreo dictates. But his fingers twitch—grip tightening. Improvised. His breath brushes your ear.

“You’re getting better,” he murmurs.

“Practice makes perfect,” you manage, though your voice wavers. He chuckles, low and dark, and you swear it vibrates through your spine.

AFTER HOURS

The others are gone. The lights are dimmed. The only sound now is your shared breath and the soft scuff of sneakers on the floor. You stretch, pretending not to notice Hyunjin still watching you from across the studio, water bottle in hand, shirt damp with sweat.

“You’re staying late again?” he asks, approaching.

You shrug. “Wanted to clean up the footwork on that last eight-count.”

He steps closer. “I can help.”

Too close now. His gaze flicks to your lips, then to your collarbone where your tank has slipped. You don’t move.

“Or,” he says slowly, voice dipped in something dangerous, “we could run the whole thing… no counts. Just… feel it.”

You nod, heart in your throat.

The music swells. This time, you let yourself fall into it. There’s no routine now—only instinct. Your bodies move in sync, heat to heat. His hand slides down your side as your hips roll into his. His mouth is at your neck. The mirror reflects every breathless moment—every flicker of hunger in his eyes.

At the final beat, he doesn’t let go.

You turn to face him. Neither of you speak.

He leans in. “Tell me to stop.”

You don’t.

When his lips finally crash into yours, it’s all teeth and tongue and need. He backs you against the mirror, hands on your ass, lifting you like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around him on instinct.

“Been wanting this since the first practice,” he growls.

Your nails rake down his back as his hips grind into yours. His hardness is undeniable, pressing right where you need him.

“Take it off,” you whisper, tugging at his shirt. He obeys, and your top follows. Skin against skin, sweat-slick and desperate.

He turns you around, hands gripping your waist as he bends you forward just enough to see everything in the mirror. The glint in his eyes—feral. He kisses down your spine, slow, reverent.

"Look how perfect you are," Hyunjin breathes, voice dark and reverent as his eyes drink you in through the mirror.

Your hands pressed against the cool glass, a strong contrast to the fever in your skin. His hands are firm on your hips, thumbs stroking soft circles like he's calming a storm he started. His cock throbs against your folds, teasing—but not giving in just yet.

“Say it,” he whispers, leaning in so his lips brush your ear. “Say you want this.”

You whimper, voice catching. “I want it, Hyunjin. I want you.”

That’s all it takes.

He slides in, slow, deliberate—inch by inch. The stretch is maddening. He’s big, and you’re already soaked, but he moves like he wants to feel every second of it. Your eyes flutter shut, a moan slipping from your lips as he bottoms out.

“No,” he growls, hand tangling in your hair, tugging your head up to face the mirror. “Eyes open. Watch me ruin you.”

You do.

You watch as his hips pull back, the head of his cock just barely inside you, before slamming forward again, sharp enough to make your knees buckle. He catches you, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other sliding up your chest to palm your breast through your bra, fingers teasing your nipple until it's pebbling under the lace.

"You love this, don’t you?" he pants, fucking into you with deep, rhythmic thrusts that make your ass bounce against his hips. “Being bent over like this—put on display for me. So needy.”

You’re moaning now—filthy, desperate. “Yes, fuck, Hyunjin—don’t stop.”

He slaps your ass, the crack echoing in the studio. You gasp, then moan louder. The sting mixes with the heat pooling in your belly.

"That's it. Be loud for me, baby."

He shifts the angle, fucking up into that spot that makes your toes curl, and suddenly your entire body tenses. He feels it—smirks against your shoulder as he kisses a mark into your skin.

“You gonna come already?” he taunts. “You that cockdrunk for me?”

You nod frantically, tears brimming as your legs tremble. “I—I can’t hold it—”

“You don’t have to,” he whispers, hand slipping between your legs again, fingers flicking your clit in tight, ruthless circles. “Come all over my cock, baby. Let them all hear what I do to you.”

You fall apart.

Your body jerks, waves of pleasure ripping through you as your vision goes white and your knees give out. He holds you there, fucked-out and gasping, while he fucks you through your orgasm, never once slowing down.

Then he’s pulling out suddenly, flipping you to face him, hoisting you up by your thighs with that dancer strength. You wrap around him like it’s second nature, nails clawing at his back as he slams back inside you, fucking you against the mirror now, eye to eye.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up,” he groans, sweat dripping from his temple as his thrusts grow erratic. “You want that, baby? Want me to come in you?”

You moan like it’s the only word you know. “Yes—please, fill me up, I want it—”

With a deep, broken moan, he buries himself inside you one last time, hips jerking as he spills into you, hot and thick. You feel every pulse of it, every twitch as he holds you tight, panting into your neck like he’s never come that hard in his life.

You’re both trembling, stuck between overstimulated and insatiable, but he doesn’t let go.

Instead, he kisses you—soft, almost tender.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Practice really does make perfect.”

You giggle breathlessly, still impaled on his cock. “So what now? More practice?”

He smirks, that devilish glint back in his eye.

“Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.”

[i-dared-myself]

Transfer

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: so ihave this request that is like an queendom x kingdom, and y/n is an idol (in other group) i know is short but i really wanted to see what would your imagination feed us. 

Queendom and Kingdom were combined for a spin-off show that you were lucky enough to be a part of. Your group had been one of the few chosen for this highly-anticipated show.

“Practises are today.” The girl next to you puckers her lips, staring at her reflection in the mirror. “Is your group ready yet?”

“Uh, yeah.” You fidget in your seat as your cheeks are swiped over with blush. As soon as your makeup is finished you slip off the stool and go off to your group. 

“Remember,” your leader is saying, gaze firm and arms crossed. “Everything rests on this moment.”

You linger in the back of the group, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. You always felt awkward around then for some reason.

It’s probably just your imagination.

“We’ve been struggling lately, and this is a good chance to prove ourselves.” Your leader smiles, sickly-sweet as she looks over at you. No mistakes.”

Your stomach twists with nerves.

At a recent event that was live-streamed, you had tripped. You don’t know what you tripped on, but you had. You had fallen during the performance, causing the rest of the members to stop everything.

Your company wasn’t pleased. Neither were your other members.

You follow the rest of your group into a dance studio. You spend the next hour running through a choreography for your performance, something that will lead to a media recovery.

Your only problem is how little you have to do. You understand that you might not be the best dancer, or the best singer, or might not even be as pretty as the other girls.

But standing at the rear like a backup dancer? They’re not using your abilities like they should, and you know you can do better. You know that the tripping in that other performance was a one time thing.

But you start to doubt it as more time goes by and no progress is made. The others are struggling with the more difficult movements, and your steps are too simple.

But when you add more flair to it, you get told to stop being so flashy. 

“You’re taking the attention from the front,” the choreographer complains. He sighs and waves a hand at you. “While we figure this out, go fill the water bottles.”

You, taken aback by the humiliating request, frown. “What?”

“He told you to do something!” a girl in your group snaps at you. “Just do it!”

You’re handed all of their water bottles and awkwardly juggle them as you go down the hallway. You manage to find the water station and hold each bottle under the tap one by one.

You hear a gasp of your name and ignore it. When people talk shit about you, you push it aside and cry about it when you’re by yourself.

Then someone is tapping your shoulder, and you hesitantly turn around.

“Yes?” you warily ask before realizing who it is. It’s fucking Seungmin. Seungmin, from Stray Kids, is in front of you. “What the shit.”

He blinks at you. “I’m sorry?”

You gasp and cover your mouth. “I’m so sorry! Pretend you didn’t hear me swear! Please!”

Seungmin smiles gently at you, something akin to amusement flashing in his eyes. “It’s okay. I make fun of JYP all the time. I won’t ruin your idol image.”

You grin. “Yeah, I know.” You pause before attempting a recovery. “I mean- Who are- Who’s- I’m JYP.”

Seungmin’s smile widens even further, and it infects you with joy. You’re both just standing, beaming at each other like idiots.

“Can I get a photo with you?” You both blurt it out at the same time before sighing in relief.

“Why do you want one with me?” you question as he pulls out his phone. You smile into the camera and pose with him.

“Because you’re cool,” he replies simply before making hearts with his fingers for your photo. “Obviously.”

You feel heat rise to your face at his words. “Oh. Thank you. That means a lot.”

Seungmin’s head tilts. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be training right now?”

You fiddle with your hands anxiously. You’ve never liked explaining the dynamics between you and the other members of your group. 

“Someone had to refill the water bottles,” is what you finally say. You motion to them, almost forgotten on the ground.

Seungmin nods slowly. “Sure, I guess. Do you have some free time to come meet the rest of us then? We’re kind of fans of yours.”

You can hardly believe it. Stray Kids are fans of you. 

“Sure.” You shrug casually. You should run back to the rest, but you do want to meet them. “I have time.”

Seungmin helps you carry the bottles down the corridor, dodging other idols. You reach a studio with a closed door, and Seungmin knocks on it with his foot in the form of a hard kick

Changbin answers it, eyebrows pulled together in annoyance. “You have hands, idiot- Oh. Oh!”

“My hands are full,” Seungmin grumbles, holding up the bottles. “Get out of the way, loser.”

Changbin’s wide eyes are still locked on you. He steps away, letting you and Seungmin pass. 

You flash him a warm smile, bowing slightly. Changbin returns it as if he can’t believe you’re here.

“Omg,” Jisung says, covering his mouth.

“I can’t believe you just said ‘omg’,” Hyunjin drawls from where he’s on the floor. He has his arms covering his face.

“Hello.” You wave to the rest of the room. Everyone is just watching you and you’re frankly uncomfortable with their gazes all being on you.

“Hi,” Chan coughs out. “What are you- What are you doing here?”

You adjust your stance, looking to Seungmin uncertainly. “He said you guys would want to meet me? And honestly I’m a big fan, so I didn’t mind coming here.”

“You’re a fan of us?” Felix asks in amazement.

“I can’t believe you’re a fan of me.” You laugh lightly. This whole day has taken a bizarre turn.

Hyunjin sits up, jaw dropping. “Stay is going to be so jealous. Can we post photos of us with you?”

You shrug casually. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

So you’re swarmed by them all taking photos in various poses with you. Jeongin is shy when he comes up to you, but quickly warms up to you and even asks you to record a video with him.

“I’m sorry, but I should go back to the others.” You grimace before smoothing out your expression into a pleasant one. “It’s been great meeting you.”

Chan hums softly. “You’re welcome back anytime. We know what we’re doing so we’re just fine-tuning. We have plenty of spare time.”

You smile and nod before putting all of the bottles back in your arms. It’s difficult to carry them all, but you make do.

When you return to the studio your group has been assigned to, they’re wrapping up. You linger in the doorway, unsure of what to do with yourself.

“There you are!” The choreographer puts his hands on his hips. “Come here.”

You set the water bottles down before rushing back to him. “Yes?”

“We’ve decided to remake your part,” he casually tells you. “I’ll show you it, and then you’ll memorize it and have it ready to go by tomorrow’s rehearsal.”

You freeze, watching him demonstrate the new dance. It’s definitely more complicated than the one you had previously been assigned, and you hesitate.

“Are you sure?” you carefully say.

“Oh, and you’re in the front now.” He wipes his hands on his pants. “You have it memorized? I also have a video of it set up on the laptop over there. You know the lines already too.”

“Yeah.” You blink back frustrated tears. “I’ve got this.”

The rest of the group shuffled out the door, wiggling their fingers goodbye at you. You stare numbly at them as you’re left alone in the studio.

You press play on the speakers and focus on singing for now. You’ve never sang this part before, and it’s a bit out of your range.

But you’re confident enough that you can do this, and nail it. You know you sound amazing, so you move on to the dance.

The movements are tricky, especially the hand gestures. They’re complicated enough that you have to just work on them for a minute.

“You look busy.” 

You whip around to find Hyunjin hovering near the entrance. You click the pause button and take a swig from your bottle.

“What are you still doing here?” Hyunjin pulls out his phone and checks the time. “It’s midnight. You’ll be exhausted for rehearsals tomorrow.”

You stretch out your legs. “No, I’ll be fine. I just- I have to do this.”

Hyunjin settles on the ground, leaning against the mirror. “Show me then.”

You falter. “Sorry?”

Hyunjin crosses his legs at the ankles and folds his hands in his lap. “I’ll give you some feedback. Then you can go get some rest sooner.”

You nod. “Sounds good.” You press play on the music and go through the dance, singing along. Your voice echoes weirdly in the room, but you know on stage it will sound good.

When you finish, you pant and slide down against the wall to the floor. “Well?”

Hyunjin tilts his head at you. “It was excellent. And… Weird.”

“Weird? What’s weird?” you anxiously ask. 

Hyunjin runs a hand over his shaved head, hand not catching on any hair. “It just… It matches perfectly with our choreography. I know we’re not supposed to talk about it before the show, but it’s almost identical.”

You frown as he gets to his feet. “Really?”

Hyunjin shows you his, and sure enough it goes alongside yours almost perfectly. He considers it for a moment before shaking his head. “I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.”

You adjust your stance. “I’m not sure. Doesn’t your group go first, with mine after? It would look like we’re copying you.”

Chan knocks on the doorframe, clearing his throat. “Hyunjin. You should be in bed by now at the dorms. It’s a big day tomorrow.”

“Take a look at this.” Hyunjin points at you, so you awkwardly show Chan your dance as well.

Chan’s eyes widen. “Hyunjin! Why did you teach her our-“

“That’s hers,” Hyunjin interrupts. He begins to pace. “But you thought it was ours, which means that the audience would think they copied us, which means-“

You cough. “I’m sure there was just a misunderstanding with the choreographer. He probably just studied closely with yours, and it came out the same. Big coincidence.”

“We made ours.” Chan shakes his head. “There’s no way that’s what happened.”

You shuffle, unsure of what to do now.

“Let’s just deal with this in the morning.” Chan sighs and rubs at his face tiredly. “We’ll walk you to your group. Or van I guess.”

“That’s nice, but I’m okay.” You smile warmly. “They left already and took the van with them.”

“So how are you getting to your dorms?” Hyunjin questions, exchanging a look with Chan.

You chew the inside of your cheek. “I usually just walk if I’m not far, or sleep at the studio. It’s not bad. I can sleep in weird places.”

“She sleeps at the studio like you do.” Hyunjin shoots Chan a filthy expression. He rounds back on you. “We’ll give you a ride.”

You yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. “Really? You don’t have to.”

“No, it’s fine.” Chan tugs at his jacket, pulling it tighter around his body. “Come on.”

You trail after them, holding your water bottle. You make sure to flick the lights off before you leave.

“Felix!” Hyunjin yells. “We’re going!”

Felix darts out from an empty room, eyes locking on you. “What’s she doing here?”

“We’re giving her a ride,” Chan briefly explains. He fishes his keys out from his pocket. 

When you exit the building and go outside, Hyunjin screams, “Shotgun!”

Felix groans and crosses his arms. He glances at you and brightens. “Guess we get to sit together!”

Chan unlocks the vehicle and everyone scampers inside. Hyunjin snickers at Felix, who has to sit in the back.

You tell Chan the address and rest your head against the window as Felix eagerly rambles on. You barely catch what he’s saying, too tired to really focus.

Then you’re asleep, and your head rolls onto Felix’s shoulder. His entire face turns red and he reaches up to poke at Hyunjin.

“What, backseat loser?” Hyunjin grumbles.

“She’s asleep,” Felix whispers. “What do we do?”

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You wake the next morning to silence. It’s odd. Usually there’s frantic racing to get ready and people slamming on your door.

But it’s quiet with the sunlight filtering through your curtains.

You slip out of bed and tap the screen of your phone, heart sinking when you realize it’s almost nine. You dash out of your room, urgently tugging your pants on. You knock on people’s doors before skidding to a halt.

Why were you the only one in your room when you woke? Why are there dirty dishes piled up next to the sink?

There’s a note on the fridge, kindly informing you of your removal from the performance. The others are worried that you won’t be able to be ready in time.

So you’ve been ‘transferred to a backup dancer for another group or something.’

Temporarily, they added, but you have a sick feeling that it’s not. That this is your new normal.

You sit on the couch, sighing heavily. You notice ink on your forearm, and since you can’t remember last night-

“I got a tattoo?” you shriek in alarm. You feel dizzy as you look at your arm.

It’s not a tattoo, thankfully. Instead, someone has written a number with a marker. 

Last night comes rushing back, so you type the number into your phone and dial.

It rings once before Chan’s voice meets your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” You greet him maybe too casually, but you’re not a morning person. “Why did you give me your number?”

“So I can add you to our group chat.”

You pause. “What? Why?”

“Because… you’ll be working with us? Did you not know that you’ve been signed over to our group?” 

The dizziness has returned.

“What?” you rasp. “I’ve been what?”

There’s silence before Chan speaks again. “Okay, so I’m assuming you didn’t know.”

You close your eyes, fighting the light-headedness. “This is a lot. Chan, I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Don’t pass-“

Then you’re unconscious.

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Chan curses and puts his phone down, causing Minho to glance up.

“What’s wrong?” he asks with mild concern as he places own phone in his lap.

Chan’s lips thin into a tight smile. “Get the others. We have to go pick her up.”

Minho shrugs and stands, wandering off. Chan grabs a first aid kit from under the sink and stuffs it into the van. When the others climb inside he starts up the engine and tells them everything.

“So, she’s been transferred to us.” Chan’s grip tightens on the wheel. “She had been taught our choreography so it would be an easier transition for this performance and-“

“So you knew the whole time?” Hyunjin demands. “And you didn’t say anything?”

“No!” Chan looks in the rearview mirror at him. “I got the email this morning that explained everything. I’m as shocked as you are.”

“Can’t believe they just gave her up,” Changbin mutters. 

Seungmin sighs and drums his fingers on his thigh. “Why is there a first aid kit?”

Chan shifts in his seat. “She might’ve passed out.”

Jisung gasps. “Oh no! Is she okay?”

“Well that’s why we’re going over,” Chan says in exasperation. 

Jeongin puts his hand up. “Dibs for CPR.”

Felix frowns at him. “I don’t think that’s how it works. I think you have to be trained to actually do it.”

Hyunjin snorts in amusement. “Right. I do it all the time.”

Chan side-eyes him. “Excuse me? Who are you giving CPR to so often?”

Hyunjin narrows his eyes. “That’s none of your business.”

Chan lets it go, having arrived at your dorms. Hyunjin had watched you put the code in last night, so he presses the buttons and the gate slides aside.

Changbin busts the door down and they all charge inside, holding various tools from the first aid kit.

You blink at them, holding a wet towel to your forehead. “What- How did you get in here?”

“We’re here to give you CPR,” Jisung blurts out.

You scowl. “Ew. Yeah that’s not happening.”

“Hey, you could do a lot worse than him!” Jeongin defensively says. He bats his eyes at you. “Heyyyy.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “I can’t believe I’m in Stray Kids now. This is insane.”

“We’re cool.” Seungmin puts an arm around Hyunjin’s shoulder before shuffling to the side awkwardly once Hyunjin shrugs him away.

“Yeah I know. I’m not upset about being here now.” You grin at them. “I’ve been a fan for a while. I’m just… getting used to such a big change.”

“And we’ve been your fan for a while.” Minho rolls out his wrist. “But we have to get to rehearsal. Are you in or out?”

You toss the wet cloth at the sink, leaving it with the dirty dishes. Someone else can deal with it. “Let me grab my things and then I’m ready to go.”

Part two

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[gdinthehouseee]

Spotlight: KANG DAESUNG x READER

summary: as a backup dancer, you never expected to be paired with daesung for an intimate duet, but the chemistry between you is undeniable.

word count: 4994

tags: fluff; the guys relentless teasing

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Rehearsals are in full swing. The room filled with the sounds of music and the shuffle of feet as everyone quickly stretches and cools down before the rest of the grueling day ahead. You’re used to this kind of thing by now, being a main backup dancer for BigBang was no easy job. Yet, today, there’s an unspoken tension in the air. Especially when the choreographer hurriedly walks back in, a clipboard in hand, eyes scanning the room.

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” They announce, clapping to get everyone's attention. “Today, we’re going to be pairing some of you up: we’ve got something special for this performance, so let’s make sure it’s perfect.”

You glance around at the other dancers, your mind wandering, trying to predict who would be a good fit for each of the guys. You were used to being grouped with the rest of the dancers, or at the very least you’d be paired with another one. What were you even performing? Naturally, you were waiting for this part to be over and done with. Needless to say you snapped out of whatever deep thinking you were doing when you realised the room had fallen dead silent, with the choreographer stood right in front of you.

“Daesung,” was all they said.

“Sorry?” You mumbled sheepishly. 

“You’re partnered with Daesung.” They sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose, clearly fed up of repeating themself. “Go stand with him before I change my mind. We don’t have time for whatever this is.”

Choosing to ignore their snappy tone, you seek your new partner out. He’s standing alone near the mirrors, towel draped around his neck, his fingers idly tapping against his water bottle. Waiting. Looking directly at you. For a second, the world inside the practice room shrinks, the steady hum of conversation fading into the background. Daesung blinks, clearly processing the pairing, and then his lips part slightly, as if he’s about to say something but thinks better of it. Instead, a slow, hesitant smile tugs at the corner of his mouth—warm, but laced with something unreadable. Why does everything feel so unreal today? 

You swallow, suddenly hyperaware of the way his gaze lingers, searching yours as if silently asking, “are we really doing this?” And even though you nod and step forward like it’s nothing, your pulse betrays you, hammering in your ears with the quiet, undeniable truth—this feels different. Your eyes lock with his for a brief second, and you return an awkward smile. He has always been easy-going and fun to work with, but something about this pairing feels… different. You shrug it off and make your way toward him, trying to shake off the sudden butterflies in your stomach.

“So, we’re dancing together.” You say, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

Daesung grins, trying to appear calm, but you can see the glint of uncertainty in his eyes. “I’m looking forward to it,” is all he says back, his voice unusually quieter. 

He cracks a small smile, but there's a hint of nervous energy in his tone. You’ve never really had the chance to work closely with him in this way, and something about it feels a little more intense than usual. But it’s just choreography, right?

Once they were done assigning pairs, the choreographer starts demonstrating the routine. The music kicks in, and you both watch intently. It’s slow, sensual, and… intimate. A little too intimate, actually.

As the moves begin to take shape, you realize the steps are going to involve a lot more contact than you were prepared for—hands on waists, close body positioning, and moments where the line between professional and personal starts to blur. There’s an undeniable chemistry in the movement, one that you’re not sure how to handle just yet.

“Okay,” the choreographer says, gesturing for you and Daesung to step up. “Let’s see you try it.”

You and Daesung exchange a glance before stepping into position, but neither of you is quite sure how to begin. The first few moves are awkward, as you both try to stay in sync, but as the choreography continues, you can feel your bodies getting closer. His hand gently touches your waist, sending a spark of heat through your skin.

He hesitates, clearly unsure of how to maintain that professional distance. You can sense it—he’s a little unsure of how to pull off the intimacy without crossing some kind of boundary.

“Just follow my lead,” Daesung says, his hand now resting firmly on your lower back.

You nod, a little flustered by how natural it feels when you move together. The routine has a certain grace to it, but the closeness is making your heart beat faster. You try to focus, to keep it professional, but every time his touch lingers a little too long, it’s like the room gets warmer.

“Let’s add a little more fluidity here,” the choreographer instructs, and the next move requires you to twirl into Daesung’s arms, your chest brushing against his. It’s supposed to be graceful, but the reality of it feels far more intense than anything rehearsed in front of a mirror.

You step back, trying to hide the blush rising on your cheeks. You notice Daesung is a little flustered too, his gaze darting down to avoid eye contact. His hand on your waist feels heavier now, more intentional, and you realize you’re both trying to avoid looking at each other too much.

“Maybe we should… uh, try it again?” Daesung says, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle.

“Alright,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. “We’ve got this.”

You try to act as normal as possible, but the choreography is only making the air feel charged with something unspoken. His touch feels too warm, his presence too close, and neither of you seems ready to acknowledge how much chemistry is building between you with every step. The music starts again, and you both move through the routine with more familiarity now, but the problem isn’t the steps—it’s everything else. The way his breath brushes against your temple when he dips you. The way your hands find the solid planes of his chest as he guides you back up. The way his grip tightens—just slightly—when your bodies align too perfectly.

And then comes the part that always throws you off. The turn. The moment you spin into him, and he catches you, your back against his chest, your arms instinctively reaching up to hold onto him.

Only this time, something goes wrong.

You don’t know if you miscalculated the movement or if Daesung hesitated, but instead of smoothly transitioning into the next step, your balance wavers. Before you can even react, his arms tighten around you, keeping you from stumbling. For a moment, neither of you move.

Your breathing is uneven, your hands gripping onto his forearms, your body molded against his in a way that feels far too intimate for a rehearsal. His chest rises and falls against your back, and when you glance up, you catch his reflection in the mirror—his jaw clenched, gaze locked onto where his hands rest against your sides.

Then, just as the moment stretches too long—

“You know,” he muses, his voice taking on a teasing lilt. “If you wanted me to hold you, you could’ve just asked.”

You scoff, stepping away as he releases you. “You’re the one who didn’t let go.”

Daesung presses a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Excuse me, I was saving you. A true hero doesn’t hesitate in times of crisis.” He flashes a bright smile, effortlessly slipping back into his usual playful nature.

From the corner of the room, someone whistles.

“Wooow,” Ji-yong drawls, leaning against the wall with an exaggerated smirk. “Did you save her, Daesung? Or were you just looking for an excuse to hold on a little longer?”

A snicker comes from Taeyang, who’s stretching nearby. “I don’t think he wanted to let go at all.”

Daesung gasps dramatically, shaking his head. “How dare you question my noble intentions?” He turns to you, lips twitching like he’s barely holding in laughter. “Tell them. Didn’t I just selflessly prevent disaster?”

“Right. Very selfless.” You roll your eyes but can’t fight back the small smile creeping onto your lips.

Ji-yong nudges Taeyang. “Yeah, so selfless. He was definitely thinking about your safety and not the way he was holding onto you like a love-struck drama lead.”

“Oh, please. If this were a drama, I would’ve dipped her and declared my undying love by now.” He gives you a wink before grabbing his water bottle, casually avoiding the way his ears are turning pink.

The choreographer claps to get everyone’s attention. “Good save, Daesung! But try not to hesitate next time. Let’s run it again.”

You nod, shaking off the moment, but as you step back into position, you catch the way Daesung adjusts his grip on his bottle, rolling his shoulders like he’s trying to shake something off.

Yeah. This is definitely not just another rehearsal.

After a few more run-throughs, the initial awkwardness fades into something smoother, more natural. You and Daesung fall into an easy rhythm, your movements syncing up effortlessly. The hesitations disappear, replaced by a quiet understanding of each other’s pace, each step, each breath. The turns become sharper, the dips deeper, and by the time you reach the final pose, your bodies settle into place without a second thought. It’s seamless—intense yet fluid, charged yet controlled. When the music cuts off, Daesung meets your gaze, a grin spreading across his face as he exhales. You can’t help but return the smile.

“Not bad,” he teases, still a little breathless. “I think we might actually make this look good.”

“Might?” You echo, letting out your own breathless laugh.

“Alright, alright. I’ll admit it—we’re kind of killing it. But don’t go getting a big head on me. We still have to do this in front of thousands of people.”

You smirk, stepping back as the choreographer walks over, nodding in approval. “That’s exactly how it should look,” they praise, clapping their hands together. “Great work, you two. The chemistry is there—it feels natural, intense, but not forced. Keep that energy for the real thing.”

You nod, reaching for your water bottle as you try to catch your breath. Daesung does the same, but you don’t miss the way he stretches his arms behind his head, a satisfied grin still tugging at his lips.

“See?” You say, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “And here you were doubting my abilities.”

He feigns a dramatic gasp. “Me? Doubt you? I’d never.” His voice is dripping with mock sincerity, but there’s something in the way he’s looking at you—something softer beneath the teasing. “Guess I just needed a little convincing.”

Before you can fire back, a voice cuts through the air.

“Alright, that’s enough for now,” the choreographer announces, clapping their hands together yet again. “You two have the routine down. Take a break, hydrate, and we’ll run it again later.”

You exhale, rolling out your shoulders as you grab your water bottle. “Sounds good,” you say, offering Daesung a small smile before turning toward the exit. “I’ll be back—I need to use the bathroom.”

He nods, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Don’t take too long. I might forget all my moves without my dance partner.”

You roll your eyes but laugh, shaking your head as you head out of the practice room.

The door swings shut behind you, and for a second, Daesung lets out a breath, placing his hands on his hips as he tilts his head back. The routine had been intense—nothing too complicated, but the closeness, the way your body moved against his, the way you looked at him in the mirror during each turn and dip—yeah, he was feeling it. Maybe a little too much. Unfortunately, his moment of reflection is short-lived.

“Well, that was interesting,” Ji-yong’s voice cuts in, far too amused for Daesung’s liking.

Daesung groans before turning around, only to find Ji-yong, Taeyang, and Seung-hyun standing there, arms crossed, smug grins plastered across their faces.

“What?” He asks, feigning innocence as he grabs his towel.

“What?” Ji-yong mocks, raising a brow. “Oh, nothing. Just wondering if we should be preparing for an on-stage confession along with that dance routine.”

Daesung throws his towel at him, but Ji-yong dodges it with a laugh.

“That was definitely more than just performing,” Taeyang adds, shaking his head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong—it looked great. But I think someone was enjoying it a little too much.”

Daesung scoffs, grabbing his water bottle as he tries to brush them off. “You guys are reaching. It’s choreography. You know, like the kind we do all the time?”

Seung-hyun hums thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “Maybe. Or maybe you just have really good chemistry with them.” He tilts his head, watching Daesung carefully. “Tell me, were you acting when you stared at them like they were the only person in the room?”

Daesung nearly chokes on his water. “I—I was not—”

Ji-yong lets out a loud laugh, clapping his hands. “Ohhh, that was so real! You should’ve seen your face when they walked off just now. I swear, I saw longing.”

“I hate all of you.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Taeyang teases, slinging an arm around Daesung’s shoulder. “We just think it’s adorable how obvious you are.”

Daesung clenches his jaw, forcing himself to keep a neutral expression, but inside, his thoughts are a complete mess. They’re reaching. They have to be. He wasn’t staring at you. Was he? He tries to replay the last few minutes in his head, but all he can focus on is the way you had smiled at him before leaving, the way your skin had felt against his during the routine, the way his chest had felt almost empty the second you were gone. Okay. Maybe they have a point. But what’s he supposed to do? Admit it? Confess right here and let them have a field day? No way. He has a reputation to uphold—one that doesn’t involve getting caught up in feelings for a backup dancer who probably doesn’t think twice about him outside of rehearsals. So instead, he scoffs, rolls his eyes, and prays that the heat crawling up his neck isn’t as obvious as it feels.

Inside the bathroom, you grip the sink’s edge, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your skin is flushed, strands of hair clinging to your damp forehead from the intensity of rehearsals. You reach for a paper towel, dabbing at your face as you take a slow breath.

Dancing with Daesung shouldn’t feel this different. You’ve worked with them before, rehearsed routines just as intimate—maybe even more so. But there’s something about the way he holds you, the way his hands settle at your waist, firm but gentle, the way his eyes flicker with something unreadable when your gazes meet in the mirror. It makes your heart race in a way that has nothing to do with the dance itself.

Shaking your head, you sigh. Get a grip. This is work. That’s all it is. And even if—if—Daesung had been acting a little differently, what would it mean? He’s an idol. You’re a backup dancer. It’s not like he’d ever actually—

You stop yourself before that thought goes too far, forcing yourself to splash cold water on your face instead. When you finally step back out into the hall, you straighten your posture, roll out your shoulders, and push every unnecessary thought aside. Time to get back to work.

By the time rehearsals wrap up and concert preparations are in full swing, you and Daesung have perfected the routine. The lingering touches, the way your bodies move in sync—it all feels natural now, like second nature. But what hasn’t changed is the playful banter between you, the way he sneaks in little jokes during practice, the way you tease him back just as easily.

Now, standing backstage just before the concert, you do a final check in the mirror, smoothing down your performance outfit. The stage lights cast a glow over everything, making the sequins and fabric shimmer under your touch. With a deep breath, you step out into the hallway, only to find Daesung standing there, waiting.

The moment his eyes land on you, he freezes. His easygoing smile falters, his mouth parting slightly as if his brain has short-circuited. You raise a brow, tilting your head.

“What?” You ask, amused.

Daesung blinks. “Uh—” He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “You, uh… you look—” He stops himself, squeezing his eyes shut for half a second like he’s trying to reboot his brain. “I mean, you’re—you’re ready for the performance?”

You bite back a grin, not missing the pink dusting his ears. “Obviously. Are you?”

“I—of course! Definitely.” He laughs, but it comes out just a little too forced, and you can feel the flustered energy radiating off him.

Before you can push him further, the sound of familiar laughter echoes down the hall. You glance over to see Ji-yong, Taeyang, and Seung-hyun watching the whole interaction unfold, grinning like they’ve just won the lottery.

“Ohhh, Daesung,” Ji-yong drawls, crossing his arms. “You good, man? You look a little—” He pauses for dramatic effect. “Flustered.”

Taeyang chuckles. “Nah, he’s just realizing what we’ve known all along.”

Daesung groans, burying his face in his hands. “I hate you guys.”

You laugh, the playful energy between you and the guys making the moment feel lighthearted despite Daesung’s obvious discomfort. He’s trying so hard to maintain his usual easygoing attitude, but the blush creeping up his neck gives him away.

“Seriously,” he grumbles, pushing past them toward the stage. “I’m not doing this with you guys today.”

You watch him go, a little smile tugging at the corners of your lips. There’s something endearing about how easy it is to make him flustered—something you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to. The teasing, the way he tries to play it off, it only makes the attraction you’ve been trying to ignore that much harder to suppress. You take a step forward, but before you can follow him, Ji-yong stops you with a teasing grin.

“So,” Ji-yong begins, tilting his head, “how long are you planning to keep pretending you’re not noticing anything?”

You glance at him, trying to mask your nervousness. “What are you talking about?”

Taeyang leans in, giving you a mischievous smile. “Come on, don’t act like you don’t see it. We’ve all noticed how Daesung’s been around you lately.”

“Not to mention,” Seung-hyun adds, his voice low and teasing, “you seem pretty… comfortable with it.”

You feel your stomach flip and force a chuckle, hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel. “He’s just… friendly, okay? It’s nothing.”

Ji-yong raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Friendly, huh? Is that what we’re calling it now?”

You shake your head, pretending to look disinterested. “Really, I’m just focused on the performance, guys. That’s it.”

Taeyang snickers. “Sure, sure. Focused. But don’t you think you’ve got a little more energy when he’s around?”

“Maybe you’re just imagining it,” Seung-hyun teases, nudging you gently. “Couldn’t be Daesung, right?”

You shoot them a playful glare, trying to keep your composure. “You’re all ridiculous,” you mutter, brushing past them and heading toward the stage.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know,” Ji-yong calls after you with a grin. “We’ve all seen the way he looks at you. So, you better figure it out before someone else does!”

You quicken your pace, your cheeks flushed, but there's a smile on your lips that you can’t suppress. You’re not sure if they’re right—or if they’re just messing with you—but something inside you tells you it might not be nothing after all. You try to shake off the lingering heat from their teasing as you head toward the stage. It’s fine. It’s nothing. They’re just messing with you; they have to be. Right?

As you step backstage, adjusting the final details of your performance outfit, you don’t expect to find Daesung standing alone near the edge of the stage. He’s rolling his shoulders, stretching out his arms, preparing for the show. The usual brightness in his expression is subdued, replaced with a quiet kind of focus.

You hesitate for a moment before walking up to him. “Hey.”

His head turns at the sound of your voice, but the second his eyes land on you, his entire body freezes.

You stop a few steps away, confused by his reaction. “...What?”

Daesung just stares. His mouth opens slightly like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. His gaze lingers on you, moving over every detail—the way the fabric of your outfit catches the backstage lighting, the way it fits you just right, the way you stand there looking effortlessly confident and ready for the stage.

He exhales, barely above a whisper. “Wow.”

Your brows furrow. “What?”

His eyes finally meet yours, something unreadable flickering behind them before he smiles softly. “You look… stunning.”

The way he says it—without hesitation, without teasing—makes something tighten in your chest.

Your lips part slightly, but before you can even think of a response, he continues, voice quieter now. “I mean it. You always have this presence, but right now… you look like you belong up there. Like a star.”

The weight of his words settles over you, warm and unexpectedly sincere. For a second, you forget how to speak.

Daesung chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, was that too much? I just—” He exhales, shaking his head with a sheepish grin. “I couldn’t not say it.”

A slow warmth creeps up your neck, and you tell yourself it’s just the pre-show adrenaline, but the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to ignore the way your pulse speeds up.

But then your eyes flicker over him—the way his stage outfit fits perfectly, the way his hair falls effortlessly into place, the way the backstage lights highlight his features. And without really thinking, you blurt out, “You too.”

“Huh?”

You clear your throat, suddenly feeling just as flustered as he looks. “I mean—you look really good too. Like, really good. Kind of unfairly good.”

His eyes widen slightly, and for the first time since you met him, Daesung is the one who looks completely caught off guard. A slow, boyish grin spreads across his lips. “Unfairly good?”

You huff, rolling your eyes. “You know what I mean.”

He laughs, the sound warm and genuine, and for a second, you swear he looks even happier than he did when he complimented you. “Coming from you, that means a lot.”

You scoff, lightly shoving his arm. “Oh, so my compliments are rare, huh?”

“They are! Usually, you’re just making fun of me.” He grins, eyes crinkling. “So, I’m going to hold onto this one for a while.”

You shake your head with a chuckle, but there’s no denying the warmth in your chest. For a moment, neither of you moves, the energy between you shifting into something unspoken, something that lingers even as the call for performers echoes through the backstage.

“Guess we should head out,” you finally say.

Daesung nods, but before you turn away, you hear him mutter under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch—

“Yeah… before I say something even dumber.”

You don’t call him out on it. But as you walk side by side toward the stage, you can’t shake the feeling that something between you just changed.

The stage is alive with energy, the deafening cheers of the crowd fueling every movement as you and the rest of the dancers throw yourselves into the performance. The first few songs are high-energy, packed with sharp footwork and powerful formations that leave your heart pounding in exhilaration.

Daesung, as always, is magnetic. His voice soars effortlessly over the music, his expressions shifting between playful and intense as he moves in perfect sync with the beat. You steal a glance at him during a transition, catching the way his lips curl into a bright, breathless smile. It’s the kind of smile that makes it impossible not to grin back.

As the set progresses, the choreography grows more fluid, the atmosphere shifting into something slower—something charged. 

The moment is coming.

Your pulse quickens when the familiar instrumental begins, signaling the start of the duet routine. The rest of the stage dims slightly, putting just the two of you in focus. You step toward each other, movements deliberate and practiced, but the weight of the moment feels entirely new under the bright stage lights. The first few steps are easy—flowing, controlled—but then comes the part that always makes your breath hitch. The music slows, your bodies drawn closer, every touch of his hand against yours sending warmth curling in your stomach. His palm finds the curve of your waist, firm but careful, and when you meet his gaze, the intensity in his eyes nearly makes you forget the next step.

And then—so soft you almost think you imagined it—Daesung leans in just enough for his lips to brush the shell of your ear.

“You look amazing tonight.”

His voice low, breath warm against your skin. Your stomach flips, your heartbeat hammering against your ribs. For a moment, you almost falter, but years of training keep your body moving as if nothing happened. As if his words haven’t sent a jolt of heat through you. There’s something different in the way he looks at you tonight. Something unspoken.

But there’s no time to dwell on it. The next beat hits, and you both move seamlessly into the next phrase, bodies shifting as if you aren’t seconds away from crossing some invisible line. The routine ends with the two of you standing close, breaths mingling, the lights hitting just right to capture the moment. The crowd erupts, but your heart is beating too loudly to process it fully. You’ve danced this sequence countless times, but for the first time, it doesn’t feel like just a performance. 

And from the way he looks at you before the stage fades to black, you’re almost certain he feels it too.

Backstage is still buzzing with post-concert energy—staff rushing around, dancers cooling down, the echoes of cheering fans still ringing in your ears. You press a towel to your face, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. The adrenaline of the performance still lingers in your veins, but more than that, you can feel the presence of someone standing close.

Daesung.

You turn, and sure enough, he’s there—his hair damp with sweat, his shirt clinging to his toned frame, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. But his expression is what catches you off guard. He’s looking at you, really looking, with something unreadable in his eyes.

“You were incredible out there,” he says, stepping closer. His voice is softer than before, but there’s an intensity in it that makes your stomach flutter.

You smile, nudging him playfully. “So were you. Though I think the fans might’ve collectively lost their minds during that song.”

He laughs, but then his expression shifts. His fingers brush over the back of his neck, a telltale sign of nervousness.

“Hey, um…” He hesitates for only a second before exhaling and looking at you again, this time with more certainty. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and—well, I don’t want to dance around it anymore.”

You tilt your head slightly, heart thudding. “Daesung…?”

“I like you,” he admits, his voice steady despite the slight pink dusting his cheeks. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been completely gone for you. And I know things can be complicated, but… would you go on a date with me?”

“You’re really asking me out right after we just finished sweating buckets on stage?”

“I figured if you can handle me at my worst, then it’s a good sign.”

“Then… yes.”

His breath hitches. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, biting your lip as you look up at him. “I like you too, Daesung.”

The relief that washes over his face is immediate, and before you can say anything else, he moves without thinking—closing the small gap between you and leaning in. It’s slow at first, tentative, as if waiting for you to pull away. But you don’t. Instead, you meet him halfway, lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss.

Just as the world narrows down to only him, the door swings open.

“Well, well, well,” Ji-yong’s voice rings out.

“Oh, this is too good,” Taeyang adds.

Seung-hyun just whistles lowly.

You and Daesung practically jump apart, though he keeps a hand on your waist as if afraid to let go. Your face burns as you turn to see the three of them standing there, looking far too amused.

Ji-yong crosses his arms, grinning. “So, are we invited to the wedding or what?”

Daesung groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Can I get, like, five seconds of peace?”

“Nope,” Seung-hyun smirks. “Not when we just walked in on that.”

Taeyang nudges Ji-yong. “Told you it was only a matter of time.”

You bury your face in your hands with a laugh, while Daesung mutters something about never catching a break. But despite the teasing, the embarrassment, and the relentless grins from his friends, there’s no mistaking the quiet joy in his eyes when he looks at you again.

And honestly? You wouldn’t change a thing about this moment.

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[newkatzkafe2023]

Got a good one !

Y/N that is really good at dance dance revolution 😂

How the monkeys would react? Would some be bad ? Will they break the game because they can't accept defeat ? 🤣

I REMEMBERED DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION!!!💃

(Lmk Wukong) Oh yeah he loves to watch you dance, you were always so good at it. He would try dance dance revolution with you but once a crowd forms he'll start freezing up a bit. He can be good or bad depending on the music of choice, however it's always a fun activity whenever it's just him and you.

(NR Wukong) He definitely knows how to dance and impress you, and he's really good at it, too. Wukong has known how to bust a move for centuries, especially when he's wooing you and strutting his stuff. I also think Wukong has played the dance dance revolution before because and would have various scores. He's love love loves dancing with you because it's one of his excuses to be next to you, and that's always his main goal.

(MKR Wukong) Yeah your right he would totally have a rage quit i know it seems predictable but let me explain, and it doesn't help that he seems to have two left feet. Wukong would growls in humiliation and frustration as the game would give him low rating good luck calming him down, because you would have to stop him from breaking your TV.

(HIB Wukong) Ok, I'm sure all of you remember that YouTube video when Wukong was dancing with nezha and the other two. Well, that's him whenever he places dance dance revolution with you, granted he's pretty awkward at first, but once he gets in the flow then he's getting high scores and even beating yours. It's honestly good exercise for him and has lots of fun playing with you.

(Netflix Wukong) Oh yeah, my boy can bust a move, and he's not ashamed of it. You loved to play dance and dance dance revolution and one day introduce the game to Wukong. You loved with him, but he tends to get competitive, and want to get his his score higher and higher. He totally wants to impress you and have you think he's cool, but you think he's adorable when he wins a level. It's fun to dance together but sometimes he's gets a little too into it.

(BMW Wukong) Pfffff can you imagine him dancing, because i imagine it's so baaaaaaaaaaad at it🤣🤣🤣. Wukong is a fighter not a dancer he's even more awkward then HIB and you fear he would hurt himself somehow😆. Wukong hates how he can't keep up with you and how he keeps having missteps. He's so mortified by the fact that he didn't even get one score on the board, I hope you have a backup tv because yours will be in pieces🤦‍♀️

(Destined one) Now the Destined one is an interesting case, because I don't think the Destined one even knows how to dance. However it's a good opportunity to bond and do something together. Thankfully the Destined one is a fast learner and you both have a blast playing dance dance revolution, and you both are so good you both start synchronize together and blown people's minds. Overall it's nice to dance with the Destined one.

(Lotmk Wukong) Oh the sweet little bean loves to dance with you, and it's something you love to do as a couple. I imagine Wukong loving music of all kind and is always exploring and discovering fun songs to dance too. He doesn't care if he's good or bad or bad at certain songs and dance moves, he's to busy having fun and bonding with you.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🕺

[onesidedradiostatic]

some comments on stuff from the playbill, jumbled assortment of thoughts

can't believe this guy actually willingly posed for a photo and looks happy about it. maybe he's only fine with it cause it's black and white

I am completely and utterly convinced the sychronised dance is just an adam thing and he trained all the exorcists to be backup dancers

HE REALLY MISSES HIS WIFE LMAOOOO

he actually performs with the deadly sins??

"owned and ruled by himself, velvette, and I guess vox" HELLO???????

velvette's section in the playbill being formatted like a fucking twitter bio is making me lose my shit

still no sexuality though okay girl keep your secrets

this was probably in the background of like episode 2 or something that I missed but there being an in-universe vox-themed vocal assistant is killing me

nice to see a fuller quality version of this but I WISH it was in colour

I completely missed this in the background too, cool as shit

I know we've known this for a while but it still cracks me up because of both his pathetic display in season 1 and the fandom's subsequent treatment of him LMAO. still though, do wreck some shit in season 2 king

[smutmind]

Could I request an IU tied up and gangbanged by BBC?

When It Doesn't Fit (Idol x BBC) ft. IU

IU x 5 BBCs The dressing room steamed with heat, sweat, and the musk of five Black bodies cooling down after chaos.

Ji-eun’s robe was damp between her breasts. Fishnets hugged her thighs, heels still strapped tight. She stood before the vanity, flushed and feral, watching five shirtless men sprawl across the leather couch—tall, sculpted, glistening. Her backup dancers. All Black. All hard.

Every one of them with cocks like iron.

She licked her lips.

“I don’t want praise,” she said. “I want to be ruined.”

Rael, lean and dark-skinned with a silver nose ring, stood first. His pecs gleamed under the vanity light. “You want all five of us inside you?”

“No,” Ji-eun whispered. “I want to be tied. I want to be used.”

She threw the silk tie onto the floor.

One of them whistled low. “Fuck.”

Rael grabbed the tie and walked behind her. She pulled her wrists back, crossing them. He bound her tight—rough enough to sting, smooth enough to hold.

“You wet already, Ji?” he muttered against her neck.

She nodded. “Check.”

Joon stepped in next—broad, dark-skinned, heavier build, chest like a mountain. He cupped her face, leaned in. “Say it. Say what you want.”

“I want five Black cocks to ruin every inch of me. Use my body. My mouth. My tits.”

He growled. His hand dropped to her breast, thumb grazing her nipple. She gasped. Sensitive, already stiff.

Rael spun her, pressed her front against the vanity mirror. She moaned as cold glass kissed her nipples.

One man knelt behind her. His tongue worked up her thighs, then right between her cheeks. Ji-eun arched, heels slipping on tile.

Another dancer pulled the robe open. “These little nipples,” he muttered, flicking them. “Pink and begging.”

He sucked one hard. She cried out. Lips closed around her nipple like it was the only thing that mattered. Tongue swirling. Then teeth.

She was losing it.

Then her mouth was full—thick, dark cock shoved between her lips, slapping her tongue. Hands clutched her head. She sucked, gagged, moaned.

“Fuck,” someone hissed. “Her mouth’s made for this.”

Another cock pushed into her from behind. Hard. Deep. She screamed against the one in her throat. Her body rocked between the two, tied and trapped.

The mirror caught everything—her face streaked in tears, mouth stretched, nipples raw from rough tongues and greedy fingers.

“Use her,” Rael growled. “Don’t stop ‘til she begs.”

“Oh god,” Ji-eun sobbed, cum and spit dripping from her chin. “Don’t ever stop.”

Ji-eun sat on the counter, wrists still bound behind her back, thighs spread by two thick hands. Rael stood before her, cock slick from her mouth, ready for more. Joon loomed behind, fingers massaging her ass, teasing her entrance.

“You’re still tight,” he muttered. “Still greedy.”

“I want everything,” she moaned.

“Start with these,” Rael said, shoving his chest in her face.

Ji-eun leaned in and sucked his nipple—slow, deep, flicking it with her tongue. His grunt was low, primal. She bit, then licked the other. “Sensitive?” she whispered.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Joon slid inside her with one brutal thrust. She screamed, mouth still full of Rael’s chest. Her back arched.

They fucked her as she worshipped them—her mouth on Rael’s chest, hands still tied, while Joon used her like a toy. Another dancer stepped up. Pressed her face into his dark pecs.

“Suck,” he ordered.

She obeyed. His nipple was rougher, pierced, delicious on her tongue.

“Didn’t know your mouth was good for this too,” he muttered.

Rael pulled out and guided her mouth to his cock again. “Get it wet, Ji.”

She obeyed, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling, cum and spit mixing at the corners. Her breasts were covered in bite marks. Her nipples swollen, dark, stretched between fingers and lips.

“You want to cum again?” someone growled.

Ji-eun nodded, mouth full.

“Beg.”

“I need all of you,” she choked. “Fuck my tits, suck my nipples, stretch me open—mark me.”

They took turns.

Each man fucked her mouth. Her cunt. Her breasts. One danced his tongue around her nipples while another came across them, smearing her skin.

“Milk her,” Joon snarled. “Fuck her ‘til she leaks.”

And she did—screaming, trembling, falling apart, every hole dripping, every inch wrecked.

“Say it, Ji-eun. Say what you are.”

“I’m your fucking cumslut,” she breathed. “Yours. All five of you.”

Her knees were spread, heels still on, robe bunched at her waist. Her body glistened—face streaked, chest glowing with slick and spit, nipples red and hard like ripe fruit.

“You want to be covered?”

“I want to be drowned,” she moaned. “Face, tits, pussy—paint every inch.”

Joon stepped in, stroking slow. “Tongue out.”

She obeyed—mouth wide, tongue flat. He tapped the tip against it, smearing precum across her lips.

“Don’t flinch,” he warned. “You asked for this.”

Rael grabbed her jaw. “Look at me while they cum on you.”

“I want your mess,” she whispered. “All of it.”

A dancer behind her spit into his hand, jerked faster. “Shit—gonna blow on those pretty fucking nipples.”

“Do it,” she begged. “Mark them. I want to feel it drip down my ribs.”

The first blast hit her chest—hot and thick, splashing across both nipples, white against flushed skin. She gasped.

“More,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop. Use me.”

Another groan—louder. Someone grabbed her hair, aimed at her cheek. Ropes shot across her face, mouth, lashes. She blinked but never closed her eyes.

Rael leaned close, cock twitching. “You want it in your mouth, slut?”

“Yes—yes, please—feed me.”

He came on her tongue—hard, fast. She swallowed every drop and licked the head clean.

The fourth man came across her thighs, streaking her soft skin with heat.

Then Joon knelt over her belly. “Last one.”

He stroked faster, aiming at her mound. Ji-eun reached down with her bound hands, spreading herself wide.

“Right here,” she moaned. “Cum on my pussy.”

He did. Thick streams landed just above her clit, rolling down her folds like melted wax.

Ji-eun dropped back, breath ragged. “Fuck…”

Her body—face, tits, belly, cunt—slick with their seed.

Rael crouched beside her, kissed her messy cheek.

“You’re ours now.”

She smiled, eyes half-shut.

“I always was.”

[igorluvr]

' MIROTIC

PAIRING: kwon jiyong (gdragon) x reader

SYNOPSIS: “You're crazy about me, you can't escape me—I got you under my skin” After hopelessly falling for a member of the group you dance for, you try tirelessly to reject the feelings only to find out he’s well aware (and won’t let it go.) INSPIRED BY:: MIROTIC- TVXQ!

CONTENT: fluff as always, lots of pet names i’m sorryyy, pda

AUTHORS NOTE: can u guys tell im obsessed w 2nd gen boy groups ??? anywayssss first fic in a couple months i hope u enjoyyyy!!

word count: [2.7k]

IT had officially been 7 months since you started as a backup dancer for Bigbang, and it was everything you ever dreamed of. You made core memories with people you never even imagined meeting, got to tour all around the world while getting paid for it, and best of all, did all of this with the man you found yourself infatuated with.

Usually, you don’t believe in love at first sight, but that all went out the window the second you saw GD. Everything about him drew you in like a magnet. His style, the way he carried himself, the love he showed everyone— it all melted your heart.

The first time you met, he treated you with so much class and respect. You knew it was basically the bare minimum, but it was rare to see people doing that nowadays. He always had a smile on his face when approaching you and never hesitated to ask if you needed to go over a step again. Of course, this was how he acted with everyone, but it struck you so much harder for some reason.

Every time the choreography called for the two of you to interact, you felt like a high schooler again. His touch sent volts through your body, and your heart pumped as if you’d just run a marathon. Usually, despite working with him most of the week, Jiyong kept his distance from you. So it surprised you when he suddenly got really close.

It was out of nowhere— a random practice for a track when you two had to dance together. You found yourself forgetting counts and second-guessing your moves. Unexpectedly, a pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, rubbing them gently to calm you down.

“Relax, jagiya, you’re thinking too hard…” he said, smiling at you through the mirror. Your eyebrows furrowed as his words echoed in your mind. Where was this sudden affection coming from? Swiftly, Jiyong grabbed your hand and turned you around. “Let’s do it together, okay?”

As he counted the music out loud, you found that his encouragement actually helped. Occasionally messing up, you worked slowly and eventually got the choreography right.

After running through it a couple of times with the whole group, it was finally time to go home. As much as you wanted to go up to Jiyong and thank him for the help, your mind was clouded with his actions— it was too much for you to face him. Just as you were about to walk out, an arm draped around your shoulder.

“Leavin’ so soon? I wanted to talk to you for a bit. I mean, we’ve been working together all this time and never had a real conversation,” Ji said, turning back to the other members and winking. You took note of this but didn’t say anything.

“Sure. Um, what do you wanna talk about?” you asked, cursing yourself in your head. Who even asks someone what they want to talk about? ‘Just be cool,’ you repeated in your mind, trying to bring yourself back to earth, even though the whole situation confused you.

He laughed seeing you so nervous. Unbeknownst to you, Jiyong was aware of your crush on him. He actually loved it. I mean, come on— who wouldn’t love the idea of someone as gorgeous as you liking someone like him?

To be honest, he didn’t notice at first. He thought you were just naturally shy until Seunghyun said something to him. It was a day when all the members were hanging out over lunch, and the backup dancers got brought up— of course, you were the main topic.

“Have you ever noticed how awkward she is around you? I think she has feelings for you,” Seunghyun admitted, causing Daesung to slam his fist on the table and exclaim.

“I thought I was the only one who noticed! I swear, it’s like she doesn’t know how to function around you.” He laughed. Jiyong furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. You acted like that with everyone, right? “Yeah, man, she’s always so upbeat, but when you come in, it’s like she forgets how to speak,” Taeyang added.

“You really think so?” he asked, thinking back to all the times you interacted. Yeah, there was that one time you were alone in the break room when he came in to charge his phone, and you left like he had the plague. Or the other time when he put his hands on your waist during a dance and saw your smile grow in the mirror. But was that because you liked him?

Suddenly, an idea came to mind. He had to see it for himself. He devised this plan to tease you until you admitted it. Usually, he’d leave things like this alone, but you were too perfect for him to let your crush just fizzle away.

So now, he was using every opportunity to talk to you and give small touches. If you expressed any concern, he’d stop and address it directly, but for now, everything seemed to be going smoothly.

“What was going on at practice today? You’re usually so on top of the choreography. Is… something on your mind?” he asked slyly, staring so deeply into your eyes you swore he spaced out.

“Kind of, not really. Never mind, it’s nothing. Just a harder dance, that’s all,” you said, stumbling. Every word you spoke dug you into a deeper hole. He could read you like an open book, and you knew it.

His smirk grew as he came up with an idea. “Let’s see. I’ll give you my number so you can ask me any questions, okay?” His act slipped a little with those last words.

There was no hiding your smile. You pulled your phone out and handed it to him a little too quickly, still trying to convince yourself this was real. As he typed in his number and handed the phone back, you saw that he set the contact as ‘Ji 💕’.

Maybe you were overthinking it, but why the heart? Did he just want his name to stand out, or was it more than that? The possibilities flooded your mind so much that you forgot he was actually right in front of you.

“I’m gonna head out now, but don’t be afraid to text me. I’ll make sure to respond,” he said with a smile before leaving the room. You stood in the same spot for minutes, replaying everything that happened, occasionally catching the boys glancing your way. Why was he acting so different? And why was it affecting you so much?

Over the next week, he continued acting the same way. It sent you into a spiral— why was he acting so different? Each day, you lost your mind a little more. But that Monday was when it really got serious. Groggily, you walked to the break room, freshly woken up and regretting staying up so late. As you prepared to make coffee to wake yourself up, a familiar hand grabbed the cup before you did.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, princess. I got it. Just sit down and relax. It’s early,” Jiyong said with a smirk, rubbing your arm softly. Not enough to intrude, but enough for you to get chills and giggle to yourself.

Wanting to sit back down anyway, you found the couch and relaxed. A few minutes later, Jiyong returned with two coffees, handing you yours before taking a seat beside you.

His actions over the past few days confused you. I mean, it’s not like you were complaining. You’d been crushing on this man for months. Had your feelings finally been reciprocated?

“So, what’s been on your mind, pretty?” His words made your heart flutter as you took a sip of your coffee to hide your smile. He knew exactly how to say things to give you butterflies, and somehow, he even made your drink taste better. Honestly, it might’ve been a little better than what you made yourself.

“Just trying to get everything sorted out,” you said, nervous but feeling more at ease than the previous week.

Jiyong noticed and loved that you were starting to get more comfortable around him. Your body language was less tense, and bits of your personality were shining through. He was getting closer to his goal than he thought.

“Well, I hope I can make it better, darling. How do you like your coffee? I noticed you usually make the same kind every day and decided to give it a try,” he said casually. Was he really that perceptive, or was it just for you? As you calmed your mind, you found the strength to respond. “It’s really good, thank you.”

He chuckled softly, biting his lip slightly. His smile was to die for, always turning you to mush. His arm reached across the top of the couch, causing the veins in his neck and arms to stand out. He knew this would drive you crazy—that’s why he loved doing it.

Somehow, his instincts proved right. As soon as you glanced at him in this position, you found yourself inspecting every part of his body you’d never noticed before. His muscles and arm tattoos stood out more than ever, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

“Like what you see? Don’t get too caught up—you’ll see more later,” he said, voice playful. You snapped yourself out of the spell he’d cast. You saw him laughing to himself as if your admiration amused him. He loved making you like this and had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

The rest of the conversation flowed slowly but surely, with him occasionally doing things to catch your attention. You were head over heels for him— there was no denying it anymore.

Matters only got worse later at practice. As you were setting down your things to warm up, you heard a shocked, “Dude, he’s actually doing it,” from Daesung, followed by the others laughing. You turned around, curious, only to be met with a sight burned into your memory forever.

Jiyong stood at the door, shirtless, glistening with sweat, towel draped over his shoulder, water bottle in hand. The way the light reflected off his body made your knees weak. He reached a hand up to his hair, shook it out slightly, giving it a messier look. Before, you thought he couldn’t get any sexier— now you knew for sure he always could.

Walking toward you with a low gaze, Jiyong had that huge smile you loved so much. “You ready, jagiya? Gotta give it all we got today,” he said, taking your hands as you both got into position to dance.

The hours flew by as you practically had the choreography engraved in your mind. Every beat was hit flawlessly as your bodies moved in harmony. The feeling of his bare chest pressed against yours gave you enough serotonin to last days. He wouldn’t admit it yet, but to Jiyong, dancing with you made him feel ten years younger— as if he had no worries, only thinking of you and your safety.

As everyone packed up and prepared to leave, you were once again met by your soon-to-be lover. He looked even better— panting, sweating, leaning on the wall as he caught his breath.

“Hey, sweetie. Y'know, me and the boys are going clubbing tonight. You should come with. I wanna see you all dolled up for me,” he said smoothly, words laced with charm. Of course, you fell for it.

“Yes—I mean, sure. What time do I need to be ready?” No amount of masking could hide your excitement now. He invited you out? There was no passing this up. After he shared all the details, the two of you headed home to prepare for the night.

Both nervous and excited, you tried to get every detail of your outfit just right. Meanwhile, GD was already with the others, “pregaming” and plotting how to make the night even more special.

“Just ask her out already! I’m starting to feel bad for her, and it’s only been a week,” Taeyang exclaimed. When Jiyong told everyone he invited you, you became the main topic for the next few hours.

“We can tell you like her, man. This playboy act isn’t gonna last long,” Seunghyun added, sinking onto the large couch with a sigh. Though he enjoyed teasing, he felt it affecting him more than he let on.

“Okay, fine!” Jiyong finally said. “I’ll tell her how I feel tonight. But you guys have to help me.”

As everyone agreed and started making a plan, you sat at home, putting the finishing touches on your look. Everything looked perfect— hair, outfit, makeup—all coming together effortlessly.

About 45 minutes later, your phone buzzed with a message: they were pulling into your driveway. After spraying enough perfume to rival a Victorian aristocrat, you stepped out, staring at your phone as if you were texting someone. No matter what you wore, nerves were impossible to hide.

Unbeknownst to you, Jiyong felt like he’d fallen in love the moment you sat down beside him in the car. You were gorgeous. At practice, you were beautiful— but here, outside of work, you looked genuinely breathtaking.

He was jolted out of his trance by a tap on his shoulder. “You look beautiful, darling,” he breathed, delicately scooping your hand into his and kissing it. The scent of your perfume on your wrists hit him and made him even weaker.

As you all arrived at the club and exited the car, nerves shot through your body. This was the first time you’d hung out with the members outside of work events— no managers, no business talk, just friends enjoying each other’s company.

The club was packed— an understatement. People flooded every inch, and the music was so loud you could barely hear yourself think. After pushing through crowds for a few minutes, you found an empty booth in a far corner— secluded enough to avoid being swarmed, yet close enough to see everything.

After three shots, you felt yourself sinking into the couch. You sat still for a few minutes, taking in the environment. Suddenly, the cushions shifted beside you as Jiyong took a seat. He watched the crowd for a bit, trying to see things from your perspective, then finally spoke.

“You like it here, pretty?” you smiled and nodded, still gazing into the crowd. You wanted to join in, but nerves held you back. Being surrounded by strangers and the man you had feelings for caused you to retreat into your shell.

He noticed and decided to make sure you had a good time. In a swift move, he took your arm gently and led you into the dance floor.

The music was fast— electrifying. It matched how you felt in his touch. He started dancing first, occasionally striking poses he knew would make you laugh. After all, it’s a club. He wanted you to have fun.

Gradually, you started bouncing to the beat. Your nerves fluttered away, revealing your true personality. Both of your moves eventually synced, creating a chaotic, joyful rhythm. Maybe it was the drinks, or maybe it was him, but you felt more at ease than you had in a long time.

As the song transitioned into a softer, calmer track, Jiyong’s hands found your waist, pulling you closer. He hesitated for a second, gazing into your eyes to ensure you were comfortable. Nodding, you allowed him to pull you in again— this time, even closer.

Now face to face, swaying drunkenly to the gentle music, you looked up at him in awe. His bright hair glowing under the neon lights, shadows accentuating the grooves of his face, his deep brown eyes fixed on yours— there was no denying it. You were in love.

His hands grew heavier, tighter on your waist, as he let out a low chuckle. “Y’know, you’re really bad at hiding your feelings, love,” he said softly. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him.

“Oh, don’t play dumb now. I’ve noticed how you act around me. It’s cute—I like it,” he added, a teasing smile on his face. Your eyes widened as realization sank in. He knew you liked him? You replayed all your interactions, trying to figure out when you had made it obvious.

Seeing your panic, he gently placed a hand on your cheek. “Relax, it’s okay,” he said, rubbing his thumb softly on your skin. His gaze flickered between your eyes and lips, eager to finally do what he’d wanted for weeks.

“Can I?” he asked quietly. All he needed was a nod. Gently, he lifted your face with one hand and pressed his lips to yours. Everything around you seemed to slow down. The neon light flickered heavily, mimicking the pounding heartbeat in your chest.

His touch was warm and steady, lips gentle but sure— words couldn’t fully express what he felt. His hands on your waist tightened just a little, pulling you closer, grounding you in the moment. When he finally pulled back, his eyes lingered on yours with a soft smile, leaving you both breathless and more connected than ever.

You stood there for a moment, soaking in what just happened. You couldn’t believe it— the man you’d been longing for months just kissed you, and it was perfect. Jiyong lowered his head slightly and smirked.

“In case you couldn’t tell, I like you back,” he said softly. You laughed shyly before replying, “Yeah, I got that,” with a smile.

As you made your way back to the booth where the others were, they looked at you both with knowing eyes. Jiyong had successfully won the woman of his dreams, and you had just met your perfect man.

[hummingbird24220]

I don't know if you know about the "cup song" from pitch perfect (or YouTube) but I was thinking, what if one day when the Strawhats we're having dinner (or they were doing something) and reader got bored and decided she wanted to do the cup song. But nobody knew that she was good at it, like it was just a major surprise to the strawhats?

Yes yes, this is super cute! Hope you like it! Its short, but its fluff filled.

Cups and Straw Hats

One piece x reader

The sun was melting into the Grand Line, and for once, nobody was bleeding. Dinner aboard the Thousand Sunny was a cozy riot of laughter, slurping, and Sanji shouting, "LUFFY, USE A PLATE!"

You sat squished between Nami and Usopp, half-listening to the tall tales and half-picking at the last of your rice. It had been a good day. No marines, no sea kings, no mysterious cursed objects. Just fishing, sunbathing, and watching Zoro sleep upright like a damn statue.

Sanji, of course, had cooked enough to feed three armies. Luffy was attempting to eat all of it. Chopper was riding a sugar high from his cocoa, Brook was humming something vaguely ominous, and Robin was sipping tea like none of the chaos applied to her. You? You were bored. Peaceful, happy—but bored.

You grabbed your empty drinking cup and set it in front of you. Nami looked over, one eyebrow raised. "Thinking of launching it at Luffy's head? Because same."

You smirked. "Nah. Gonna play a song."

Nami blinked. "With... the cup?"

You gave no reply—only a slow, dramatic clap.

Clap, clap. Tap, tap. Slide, flip. Tap.

Your hands moved like clockwork. The beat was clean, crisp. The plastic thunk of the cup echoed over the low murmur of post-dinner chatter. Nami stared like you'd grown a second head.

You started singing, voice smooth and quiet:

"I got my ticket for the long way 'round, Two bottle of whiskey for the way..."

The rhythm built. Your hands slapped the table, spun the cup, and it landed perfectly every time. Nami’s jaw dropped as you kept going, your voice sweet but rhythmic, laced with that pirate lilt you couldn’t quite shake anymore.

Across the table, Usopp stopped mid-sentence. Chopper’s ears twitched. Zoro opened one eye. Brook perked up like a dog hearing a bone drop.

By the second line of the chorus, the entire crew was watching you.

"When I'm gone, when I'm gone, You're gonna miss me when I'm gone..."

The cup clattered and spun, your hands a blur. You kept your gaze focused ahead, as if you weren't performing for an increasingly hypnotized audience of pirates and weirdos.

Clap, clap, flip. Tap. Slide. Spin.

One final flip and slap of the cup to the table. A perfect finish.

Luffy shot up like a spring. "DO IT AGAIN!"

Chopper squealed. "THAT WAS SO COOL!!" Then immediately, "Not that I was impressed or anything, idiot! Baka!"

Usopp looked betrayed. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU COULD DO THAT?! I could've built you backup dancers! With sparklers!"

Nami beamed at you. "You sneaky show-off."

Zoro grunted, which was the equivalent of a standing ovation from him.

Sanji applauded dramatically with sparkles in his eyes. "Mon dieu! Your rhythm, your grace, your hands! Would you like a custom dessert named in your honor? The (Y/N) Soufflé?"

"That sounds vaguely dirty," you said, and he winked. Nami kicked him.

Franky slammed both fists on the table. "THAT WAS SUPERRRRR!! I WANT TO BUILD A MEGA-CUP-INSTRUMENT!"

Robin, smiling, rested her chin in her palm. "That song was charming. So were the movements. Ancient civilizations used rhythm games too, you know."

Brook wiped a fake tear from his eye. "It brought a tear to my nonexistent eye! May I accompany you next time? Yohoho~"

Before you could reply, Luffy had already grabbed a cup.

CLAP. THWAP. THUNK. He looked down. The cup was shattered.

"...Oops."

Chaos ensued.

Soon, everyone had a cup. Or three. Usopp was shouting, "NO, ZORO, YOU'RE OFF-BEAT!" Zoro was shouting back, "YOU'RE OFF YOUR DAMN ROCKER!"

Chopper managed to do the rhythm once and fainted from joy.

Brook played the melody on his violin. Robin used her Hana Hana powers to make duplicate arms clap in harmony. Nami was halfway decent. Sanji got distracted watching Nami and dropped his cup. Franky redesigned his to shoot confetti.

You were in the eye of a musical storm.

By the end of it, sweaty, giggly, and glowing from all the attention, you collapsed into your seat. Luffy bounced over and hugged you.

"You gotta sing every night! That was fun!!"

You grinned. "Only if we reinforce the cups."

Franky saluted. "ON IT!"

That night, you sat on the deck, cup in hand, stars above, and crew scattered around still humming the melody.

Turns out, all it takes to make pirates happy is a good meal, a weird talent, and a song about being missed.

Not bad for a song made with a cup.

[catiuskaa]

audio creak file.mp3 [1:07]

PAIRING! pervy?Chan x roomate!reader

SUMMARY: Chan struggles to make music, and you, his friend and roommate, try to help him when you can. Say, Chan also struggles to keep his cool whenever you’re near… what will you do to help him feel better?

WC: 3.2k

CW: convenient minsung because I say so, angsty(?) (reader is just kinda dense and Minho screams the truth to her), smut: mentions of soft dom!chan, mentions of panty stealing, Chan’s a pervy simp (he’s just soooo down bad), and I just really got carried away writing on my notes thinking about when Channie smiles hearing the creaks in heyday...

A/N: basically, if being inocent was a crime, i’d be imprisioned for tax evasion. kinda perv!chan thoughts to soothe the iching that the mosquito bites give. have fun! ^^

[☆☆★☆☆]

He let out a frustrated groan, fingers digging into his curly locks in a sign of desperation. He had listened to every single audio sample Changbin had found. Twice. But no, nothing screamed “This is it” to his perfectionist self. And it was getting him fucking desperate.

He wasn’t wearing headphones because of the company he had been with not too long ago since Changbin and Han tried to help him —keyword: try—, and also knowing that you wouldn’t be home for a while meant that there was no one he could disturb, the sounds coming from his laptop not nearly loud enough to reach to the neighbours. He scrolled down the same folders again, wondering when you would be home in the back of his mind.

You and Chan had been roommates for a bunch of years now. You two had met at Han’s birthday party thanks to Minho, as he introduced you, one of the first people he had ever danced with and even won competitions with to the leader of the Korean boyband.

You clicked almost instantly, sharing anecdotes from each side of the industry. He, a famous idol, and you, a backup dancer for many groups in different companies.

It was unknown to both of you that Han and his cat-like soulmate had tried to matchmake you that day, as you just stayed like close friends. Minho laughed at Jisung as they both returned from your shared apartment the day you moved in, like two years after. Now that you’d split the rent, considering neither of you spent that much time home to pay a large amount, you paired up.

“At least they like each other, silly,” he mentioned, his tone of voice sounding soft, a smug smile on his face. He was so winning the bet.

“Nooo!” Han whined, much like a toddler would when toys were taken away. “Those two are meant to be, Hyung. They are literally each other’s type!”

“Well, I don’t think they’ve noticed,” he chuckled, thinking about what he would buy with the ten bucks Han would owe him. And Minho would’ve been right.

But then, the sex dreams started.

“Chan, I’m back!”

He blushed, quickly shoving those thoughts into a bottomless pit in his mind.

“How you doin’?” You grinned, your head popping inside his room, leaving your bag on your own, next to his, before coming back and leaning on the door frame.

Your wet hair made the top of your summer dress fabric somewhat sheer, his eyes trailing your figure before clearing his throat.

“I’m stuck,” he admitted, dimples on display as he smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve been looking for a sample I thought existed, but maybe I just made it up in my head.”

“That does sound like shit,” you mentioned, leaning down just enough to rest your forearms on the back of his chair. He felt tiny droplets falling from your hair onto his shoulders and back, making goosebumps trail all over his body.

“But how… how was the… the swimming pool?” He quivered, trying to hide the flustered quiver in his voice. And failing, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

“It was good! It felt sooo nice.” You stretched, whining as you extended your arms, making a mess in Chan’s head, who struggled to hide it. “I’ll go get changed, and then I can help you. Sounds ok?”

“Yeah.” He leaned into your touch when you ruffled his hair, leaving his room.

He sighed as he rested on the back of the chair, arms thrown over his eyes, and swallowed dry. He felt like such a perv, his insides churning and turning whenever you were near, making him feel like a horny teenager.

It all started one night when he woke up in a sweat, hard-on nearly hurting underneath his boxers. Pictures of you still reeling in his mind, legs wide open for him, eyes pleading, begging for release.

Then, two nights after, dreaming about your body pressed on top of him as you straddled him, clenching on him, fighting for dominance in a sloppy kiss.

Later that week, you in that cute summer dress you bought with him, letting him fuck you and manhandle you in his car, the apartment too far, and your bodies too horny that the drive home felt impossible.

Seeing you every day with those thoughts in mind was difficult, sometimes having to escape your sight so you wouldn’t see him getting hard just by you doing the slightest things that weirdly turned him on.

“The one you dream about is back,” you teased, now wearing an oversized shirt and a towel over your shoulders. He gulped as he looked at you, not only for what you had said unknowingly but also because of your shirt, long enough to cover your thighs, giving the illusion that you were almost naked. In his room. Sitting crisscrossed. On his bed.

He felt blood on his cheeks and some running down, headed south. He giggled halfheartedly, the sentence ‘don’t get hard’ echoing in his head.

After playing the samples again, tricking himself into thinking he might have skipped one just so he would keep searching, he started getting frustrated again. But nuh-uh. Nothing.

“Ok, this is trash,” you blurted out.

With a smile on your face, before he could even ask you what was wrong, you grabbed his chair from behind, pushing him far from the computer, saving the files and then closed it with a slap.

“Break time, Mr Producer. We both need a coffee.” He snickered, shaking his head sideways as you both went to the kitchen.

“Can’t say no to that, can I?”

You laughed. “No. Too late, anyways.”

He started getting the milk from the fridge, pouring it on the mugs you handed him, and settling them in the microwave, a small smile on his features accenting his dimples.

“Audio sample related, can’t you just make your own?” You asked Chan, not entirely curious, question directed to find a solution for his issue rather than learning that piece of info.

“I mean, yeah, sure, but it’s simpler this way,” he shrugged, eyes confused about where to look, not daring to stare at you for too long. “If not, I just have to keep recording random stuff, hoping to find something that sounds like what I want.”

“Isn’t that easier? Not like it’s something you can brag about, but there’s a ton of creaking shit in this place,” you pointed out thoughtfully. “Like… that!”

In the blink of an eye, you crossed your way until you were directly in front of Chan, and you turned around, leaning on the counter before you as you opened and closed the cabinet's door on the wall.

“See? It creaks,” you said from above your shoulder.

But just when you stood back on your feet, you realised how close you were to each other. And it hadn’t helped that when you leaned towards the cabinet, your shirt had followed along with your body, letting Chan see your lack of pyjama pants, instead being welcomed by some cute cotton panties. Ones he knew well because, uhm… he uh… may have used them for a wrong purpose.

Yeah, fuck, he had come on those.

You hadn’t realised how little space had been between him and the counter and attributed that to your head, not knowing that Chan had unconsciously moved towards you, like metal to a magnet. You wiggled on your place, your personal space suddenly far away from you, caged in Chan’s presence. He stopped your tiny motion by gripping your waist, letting out a gasp, blushing. He turned you around so you wouldn’t feel his hardening cock on your upper thighs.

When you both locked eyes on the contrary, the tense atmosphere shot up, turning even thicker when he rested his arms on the counter, at your sides, thumbs casually stroking short lines on your waist.

No words were said as you got lost in his brown eyes, deep chocolate-coloured orbs, not needing any kind of golden or honey stripes on them as they drew you in, gorgeous eyes so raven that it was hard to distinguish where the iris was. Then, your eyes trailed off at his mouth, your breath hitched, rose-coloured plush lips so enticing. He licked them, and you swore you heard him swallow dry.

You pressed your body on him, getting closer and closer, and suddenly, he let out a small whimper. The sound made you shiver, heat pooling in your lower belly. He blushed furiously, not daring to move from his place. You could feel it, feel him.

The sound of your phone chiming in your room made you both aware of the situation —and position— you were in. You got shy, quickly letting him have his personal space back, both of you missing the other’s warmth on your skin as you blurted out something that sounded like “gotta go walk my fish” as you run to your room, slamming the door close, frowning as soon as you were alone.

“Fuck.” Both of you said at the same time, having the same thoughts.

“I fucked up.” Chan stared at the hot mugs on the counter, both waiting for someone who had run away.

[☆☆★☆☆]

“He’s just scared, girl,” Han said through the phone after letting you ramble and blurt about what had happened barely twenty minutes ago. “I promise, if you make him feel safe, like he won’t lose you, he’ll melt on your hands.”

"...I don't think so," you mumbled, picking on your nails.

"You called me because he got hard," he sighed, not bringing his statement to a conclusion just because it was so painfully obvious. "I know you're the only one who thinks otherwise."

You were about to reply with a snarky comment about how he should just 'stick simping about Minho' when you started to hear said man speaking to Jisung, and then with all the calm in the world, ignored him when he went straight to the phone.

"...Minho?"

"Leave my boyfriend alone and go fetch yours," he replied as you heard Han groan in the back. It was almost as if you could feel him deadpanning from the other side of the phone.

You frowned even if you had a smile on your features, not taking the comment completely seriously. "Ok, rude. What a meanie."

"Jokes aside." You heard him breathe in from the other side of the phone.

Oh boy.

"The interminable teasing and bickering between you and Chan were amusing at first, but it's getting very stale and surprise, fucker, you live together!" He paused, clicking his tongue. "So, why don't you two cut the bullshit and admit your sexual and non-sexual feelings for each other?"

"My what?!"

"Stay with me now, but this is getting old really quick, goddamnit."

You could feel him getting worked up, not just because of his tone but because he kept ignoring Han, whose comments echoed at the back of the phone call.

But Minho was serious. He was not gonna get cockblocked for ten bucks. Not tonight.

"You're getting kinda off-base, buddy!" You frowned, raising your voice at your phone.

"Oh, it's almost one o'clock, fucking spare me!" He grumbled, getting slightly angrier. "Yeah, I get it. It's Chan. He can be a dick sometimes because of his severe self-esteem issues and how he doesn't know how to communicate his feelings all that well. But I kinda think he reminds you about that other guy you dated in our dance team, who was an absolute son of a bitch, and we can agree that you deserve to be with someone who's not that complicated or whatever, but still, you can't get Chan out of your head, can you? Don't answer. We know it." He interrupted you, who just stood there, unable to speak as you were just getting bombarded with facts you didn't want to deal with.

"But you? I've known you for years, yet you're still being a dumbass. You're behaving like a baby who'd rather act tough than show her true feelings 'cause last time, you got hurt! Owie," he cooed, tone still angrily mocking. "And now you're just dancing around the other in this pathetic act you're tryna put up to hide your pent-up feelings, SO, AGAIN, for my sake, either deal with it and stop bitching my man about it, or get over with it already!"

"Minho, I-!" You turned silent as you heard a beeping sound coming from your phone.

…He hang up.

You stared at the screen, eyes almost out of place, as you muted the device, letting it vibrate with the unread texts Jisung sent, apologising in every way he knew.

"A baby?" You muttered, the word almost sickening in your mouth. "I am not a baby!"

You laid back down on your bed, rolling on your sides, Minho's words echoing in your mind as you cursed under your breath. Almost unconsciously, you stood up, left your room and approached Chan's as if wanting to enter just to get his confirmation regarding his allegedly existing feelings for you.

He startled you when he closed his door, meeting you in the hallway, his eyes glued to yours as soon as he saw you.

"Oh. Hey." You mentioned awkwardly.

"Hey," he said, tensed-up shoulders visible due to the lack of sleeves on his shirt. "I just... uh..."

"I... wanted to say that, uh..."

"I am sorry if I... uh..."

"It's ok... I uh... don't... I mean... I know that you can't really uh... control... it?"

You could almost hear Minho's laugh in your mind.

"Right," he sighed. You smiled reassuringly, and he did the same in an uneasy stance.

"Right. I mean, for all I know, it could happen for whatever reason."

He licked his lips. "I uh, yeah. Kinda, I guess."

"Never mind. I uh... 'm glad we feel the same way."

You both smiled sheepishly and headed to your respective rooms.

Chan sighed, hurriedly getting back to bed, wishing to get weird ideas out of his mind, not bothering to check his computer again. He rolled in bed, hand anxiously travelling through his hair so frequently that it was starting to get greasy.

He frowned, passing his hands through his face, the scene in the kitchen crossing his mind again, his already weak excuse for not being so clearly attracted to you crumbling when he remembered the eagerness he thought he had seen in your eyes.

He stood up again and went to open the door just to go check, because what if he hadn't just made it up in his mind?

But then, he met you right in front of his room.

He needed to try it. He wouldn’t ever forgive himself if he assumed wrong and then stupidly lost his chance.

So before you could escape, speak or come up with any kind of excuse as to why you were there again, he approached you, cradling your cheeks softly and pecking your lips.

His heart skipped ten beats. Your arms shoved him away weakly, which only made it worse. He was pretty sure he might have lost his pulse already.

His eyes locked into yours, a sight of contentment leaving his lips as you grabbed him from the rim of his shirt and pulled him back in, smiling in the kiss. It heated very quickly, a sloppy kiss with all tongues and teeth, both fighting for dominance. You went to get the edge of his shirt, but instead, he gave you a light smack on your thighs, and you jumped, legs crossing around his waist, arms around his neck as he guided both of you into his room, closing the door with a kick.

The two of you breathed heavily, the air thick with anticipation and lust. He pinned you up against the closed door and kissed hard, feeling the heat rising as your bodies tightened against one another. Your tongues met, mingling in an intense way that drove you wild. You let out soft sounds of pleasure, suddenly changing sides, pulling him away just enough so you could have access to his neck, your teeth trailing from his jaw, trying to find a sensitive spot.

He whined, barely moving away, trying to calm himself down, the sudden blow of emotions too intense for him. He then panted, and you quickly went back to that spot you had found, nibbling on it.

"What are we- fuck- what are we doing?"

You set a finger on his lips, your face going back to his. You had no idea.

"Shhh. Let's just... enjoy it," you whispered, leaving a small chaste kiss at the corner of his lips, tempting him. You then flinched, moving away, "but not if you don't want to—"

He let out a groan, deep and enticing, hungrily going back to your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, your lips pressing firmly against his.

"No... I want you."

"And I want you too, Chris." You admitted, doe eyes trailing down to his lips, licking your own. "Now."

[☆☆★☆☆]

Your schedule had gotten filled up to the brim, chances of meeting Chan reserved for the ungodly hours of the night, which were used to get some well deserved sleep. Rehearsing over and over left your body exhausted, your mind clouded in the remaining work you had left, only the most sinful parts of it replaying the encounter that had happened barely three nights ago.

It was obvious that he was awake, the light in his room shining from underneath the door, knowning that he’d probably be working on his samples.

And he had tried, looking for one of the files he had recorded that delicious night. But something felt wrong. He frowned, looking at how long the audio was.

He played it before using it, at first just hearing random noises he was recording. Then he heard himself groaning, the sound of the bed sheets moving with his body, and then, after some loud steps, the door creaked open.

And those voices were you and him, that was no doubt. He blushed, the sound of the door slamming close getting his mind back to three nights ago.

“Ah, fuck, Chan!” You moaned through his headphones.

The bed creaked under both of you in rythmic beats, matching each thrust, your moans decorating the purple-lit room.

As both an idol and a producer, Chan had listened to many voices and samples for a long time, ears used to the constant stimulation, but the sound of your needy whines as he slowed down in hopes of not coming too soon made the task even more difficult.

“Don’t- ugh, fuck-,” he whined, hearing the heavy breathing through the recording. “Let me hear you, baby, please.”

Chan tried to pause the recording, a flustered mess, but instead accidentally unplugged his headphones, the sound of creaks and moans filling his room once again.

He paused it, mortified. Where you home? Fuck, he didn’t want you to think he was recording you in secret.

He turned around slowly when the door creaked open.

“What's going on here?” You walked in with an oversized top on, the cut of the sleeves made so that your body could be seen through the sides of the tank top.

“I-i uh…”

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“Chan? Are you listening?” Changbin questioned, frowning.

“Uh?”

He remembered that he wasn’t inside his room, like the night before, your thighs straddling his, but in the studio, showing his friends the audio he had put together. He couldn’t help but smile and get lost in his thoughts when certain creaks came out.

“We like it,” Han repeated. “We can get to writting lyrics soon enough.”

Chan’s phone chimed next to him, his eyes trailing it with no thoughts to it.

Let’s have fun again tonight.

He bit his lip, turning his phone off.

“I’ll call it Heyday,” he mentioned to his friends, renaming the new audio file.

He’d keep the other one a secret.

[☆☆★☆☆]

[hard hours]

~Kats, who came up with this idea on the beach and has had it stuck in her head since day one.

[tarosunshine]

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SHOTARO

the type to do dance covers of your songs.

he got viral for his dancer skills and made a trend on tiktok.

he just went to one of your concerts.

you noticed him two years ago because of the trend on tiktok and because one of his videos on youtube went viral too.

he made his friends like your songs.

he couldn't believe when one day he was there, right in the scenery, being one of the backup dancers.

EUNSEOK

he started by listening to your songs in secret.

you were the star of the moment, but for some reason, he didn't want to anyone knows.

when one of his friends gave him one of your albums for his birthday, he couldn't stop smiling.

he doesn't say it at loud that he likes you as an idol, but everybody knows.

your songs never can be missing on his road trips.

SUNGCHAN

THE fanboy.

he blessed the day he found your music.

sungchan finds your interviews very entertaining to watch.

he thinks you're the funniest person alive.

he went to one of your shows when you weren't so much known.

the biggest cheerleader when you win a prize.

he's compromised when it's about streaming.

WONBIN

definitely he's the type to do guitar covers of your songs.

his viral videos are the ones when he covers your latest album.

he collects photocards... (NOBODY CAN KNOWS THAT)

he completely flushed when once at one of your concerts, you gave him your pink cowgirl hat.

looking cool in an outfit full black, and a poker face while on his earphones are sounding your girlish song ever.

SEUNGHAN

he take inspo of your outfits.

another dancer who makes dance covers, always taking your place in the formation.

your hip hop vibe and music of your group match his taste, so he enjoys to dance.

the type to sing your songs on the car, really feeling the music.

everybody around him says you're his type, but he denials that.

that one time he went to a fan meeting, he was so nervous, that he completely forgot how to talk.

one time he saw you walking on the street with another group memeber but he went too nervous and afraid of scare you two, so he just kept that memorie with him.

SOHEE

the type who smiles like and idiot when you do.

he just loves the way you sing, because he likes it too.

he bought the lightstick of your group.

once he put you as his wallpaper. (it's somebody wanna match his freak?)

he makes cover of your songs in acapella.

the type of cute fanboy.

ANTON

definitely has an edit account. like that account that almost the all random knows.

he knows every. single. son, even the forgotten ones.

he goes to your shows every time he can.

he almost fainted that time when you waived at him.

his friends bother him the entire week after that.

the type who shuts the hater on the comments section (and he ate every time).

[vaggietheangel]

OH MY GOOOOOOOOD ITS HAPPENING

OMG THE ANIMATION LOOKS AMAZING!!!! EVEYONE LOOKS SO COOL AND ITS SO SMOOTH!!

Alastor is doing voodoo magic! I'm guessing that's in the first episode.

Husk and Alastor fighting already and Alastor thinks they're just having fun ehehhehehehehehehgee.

ANGEL LOOKS SO GEORGOUS WHILE DANCING!!! He's got his own backup dancers too!!

Sir pentious giving the bombastic side eye.

And its coming to Amazon prime WOHOOOOO!!

[changingplumbob]

Day eleven - Kara group part 2/2

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Mariela: *dabbing*

Sarah: *puffs chest* Not trying to brag, but, games are my thing

Mariela: *sighs and sits*

Sarah: What's wrong?

Mariela: I'm having a self aware moment. What if I'm just too cringe on the date

Sarah: Relax, you've got good jokes

Solo dates were two hours long. Deanna arranged for a beach trip and made some ice cream as a snack. She then did one friendly and one romantic interaction. The rest of the date was whatever happened autonomously.

Mariela is happy to see it's a beach. Shrugging off the self aware embarrassment she dabs the bad moodlet away. When the pair get their ice creams they sit down to talk. Electronica music plays from the stereo- one of Mariela's likes.

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Mariela: It was a lot of fun learning things! Social studies was my favorite class right after art. There were a lot of kids both from the harbor and from other areas, and I tried my best to make new friends. Bringing them home was the hard part honestly… they would see my dad and get scared! I know that he's got a reputation around Evergreen Harbor… wait, do you think that they were scared because he's a ghost?

Deanna: I'd say that was most likely

Mariela: Wow, stuff you learn looking back

Deanna: Did you have a dream job as a kid?

Mariela: I wanted to be a backup dancer for some boy band that was big at the time. I forgot their name, but the dancing looked a lot more fun than the singing! I keep checking the computer to see if there's been any openings for such a job, but there hasn't been. I wonder if you have to know someone special to hear about those?

Deanna: Oh you should ask Posy! She's bound to have some connections

...

Deanna: I really wanted to be a pirate

Mariela: I mean yeah? Who wouldn't want to be a pirate!? You get to wear an eye patch, you get a parrot, and you can sail around having adventures! Please don't make me walk the plank though if one of my memes doesn't land right…

Deanna: *chuckling* No promises

With deeper conversation Mariela reflects on a childhood story.

Mariela: One of my classmates brought these marshmallow crispy treats to school that their mom had made. They were so good that I wanted more! I asked Dad if he could make them for me, and well… he's not the best cook or baker. It's a good thing ghosts can't die! He's technically banned from cooking, so we made sure to clean everything up so Aunties Grace and Bess wouldn't find out what happened. He took me to the store afterwards to buy the treats since he couldn't make them. They weren't as good, but the time spent with him and the fact that he tried his best made up for it

Deanna: *smiles* He sounds like a great dad

Sarah is unhappy it's a beach. My guess? Having to ditch her glasses is less than ideal. Hopefully some ice cream and friendly chats can make up for it. Sarah chooses to play some S-pop during the date.

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Sarah: Yeah, I loved it!

Deanna: *smiles* What about it did you like?

Sarah: Other people did sports and stuff, but academics was my thing

Deanna: Did you have a dream job as a kid?

Sarah: I probably thought I was going to be president or something

Deanna: That sounds like a cool dream! I... wanted to be a pirate

Sarah: Hmm, rebellious spirit and a lust for adventure? Or was it more about the eye patch?

Deanna: Adventure I think. And treasure. I'm not sure I'd suit an eye patch, I have enough trouble with my contacts

With the deeper conversation Sarah recounts a childhood memory.

Sarah: So, my brother almost died of pneumonia when we were kids. Lucy and I were left on our own for a like a whole week while my parents stayed with Sam in the hospital

Deanna: That's awful, it must have been scary

Sarah: It was scary, of course, but we had so much fun that week on our own, making our own meals out of crackers and cheese and popcorn, staying up late watching inappropriate movies for our age. We felt so grown up

When everyone was back at the villa contestants had three hours of skill gaining time. Room doors were locked and autonomy turned off to give everyone a fair go.

Mariela sharpened up her mischief skills while both Nicola and Sarah worked on their logic. Kennedy took the time to research rock climbing while Evelyn worked on her awkwardness in the mirror. Arista went online and practiced writing jokes to improve her comedy skills.

Devin: So De, first solo dates done. What did you think of the one with Mariela

Deanna: Oh she's so funny and cute! We bonded a lot. I kind of wish she hadn't claimed to be a criminal mastermind so much at the end though, it got a bit awkward

Devin: And Sarah?

Deanna: I totally get why Sarah was upset to have to go to the beach. If I have to be without my glasses or my contacts I can get agitated. It was good getting to know more about her though

Devin: So... feeling smitten with either of them?

Deanna: *sighing* I had fun but would I class them as gold level dates? No, nothing to get sentiments about yet

When skill time was over room doors were unlocked, autonomy was put back to full, and contestants were instructed to eat dinner. Needs decay had been on the whole day. Deanna was not instructed to talk to anyone so interactions happened autonomously, she was also locked out of rooms so she would be available for contestants to interact with.

Kennedy and Evelyn were quick to talk with Deanna. However as the room got more crowded the pair stepped back a bit from talking. Nicola kindly offered to help Deanna with the dishes but was quick to bed after. Evelyn tried to joke with Deanna but maybe body hair wasn't the right choice...

After having her fill of chatting Arista needed to relax. She headed to the pool, changed in to her mermaid form, and eyed up the pizza lounger. Evelyn and Mariela continued chatting at the table, while Sarah danced to the stereo. After considering table tennis Kennedy came back downstairs and chose to talk to Deanna, catching up on her day.

[fulgurbugs]

What would the travelers Pokémon teams be?

I can totally see Alfyn having a Blissey. Therion seems like he’d have a Gengar, potentially.

ok. upon literally hours of deliberation and team building (i actually already had ones for the OT1 travelers but decided to revisit them and change a few picks) me and my bestie @snailcruncher have settled on some teams. i will be going in depth on reasonings for these so prepare for a long post lol. im gonna put it under a readmore because really im not joking about how long it is

we also came up with some ideas/lore for why some of these would be picked in a pokemon AU setting, so i’ll be explaining any of those thoughts if they’re relevant too.

Ophilia:

one of the only teams left untouched, I think this is a good batch for her. i’m imagining a scenario where the sacred flame takes the form of a pokemon, and it’s a lampent. frosmoth and togetic felt just like… the right vibe. Lapras and Ampharos both have associations with guiding, so they’re in. Audino is a notable healing pokemon, and it feels in line with her personality as well.

Cyrus:

Alakazam for mr high iq smart guy. duh. oranguru for his role as a teacher, and Runerigus would be a late acquisition to his team in his ch4. Flareon, Glaceon, and Jolteon for the 3 scholar spell types. i also think him having 3 eeveelutions could also be kind of like, they’re really good for demonstrations for single-type stuff, as well as being popular with others. people might come up to him and be like omg you have a flareon i love flareon pleaseeee tell me more (flirtily) which of course would go over his head and he would start telling you flareon facts. I feel like Cyrus would excel in double battles.

Tressa:

Meowth: the pay day signature pokemon. this is as close as i can replicate to tressa randomly finding money. Skwovet (she can now take her pet squirrel with her in a pokeball)

Gyrados for sure. one, she lives along an ocean, so she should definitely have a water type, two, i’m imagining a scenario where she buys a magikarp cheap, seeing the potential in it, then raises it into a real powerhouse. just like her!

carbink: really funny scenario me and the bestie came up with that instead of eldrite the treasure was diancieite. the carbink is from the same cave. tressa did try to evolve it with the diancieite. it didn’t work.

pidgeot… felt like she needed a flying type (wind magic rep) and i feel like she’d gravitate to the humbler normal types… doesn’t get much more straightforward than pidgeot. Dhelmise… maybe it used to be captain leons, maybe she fished it out of the harbor in rippletide herself. either way, she thinks it’s cool

Olberic:

Aegislash: sword form, shield form…. this pokemon itself is the unbending blade. obviously i have given him several other sword based pokemon, too.

gallade, escavalier, and sirfetch’d badically all fit this. they’re knight-like, so they feel fitting i think to him.

as for conkeldurr and garganacl, they feel kind of… solidly built. like him. ( ⬇️ garganacl pick lore)

Primrose:

almost all of her pokemon can learn some kind of dance though their level up. Oricorio is the obvious choice, dragonair reps dragon dance, beautifly reps quiver dance, and lilligant… well they can learn so fucking many. we couldn’t decide on which one to give her, so we ended up giving her both. they’re her backup dancers or whatever.

mawile just feels very primrose to me. its cute or pretty or whatever, and you might underestimate it… but watch out. it bites.

Alfyn:

he feels like a guy who loves a big fluffy dog. and stoutland has also been used in games for its ability to sniff out items, so it feels like it’d be a good pick for an apothecary looking to sniff out herbs and such. Comfey is an obvious pick, i mean its signature move is. floral healing. meganium also has mentioned in its dex entries its healing and calming properties. it’s also a cool as fuck dinosaur so i think alfyn would like it.

chatot. does this even need explanation

we also wanted to give him an ice type, and settled on cubchoo. it has a perpetually runny nose… even Alfyn can’t fix it, try as he might.

as for leavanny, we had some trouble picking the last slot on this team. we were looking through friendship evos, and leavanny caught my eye. it’s dex entries mention that it’s very gentle, it also shows no mercy to foes who target young pokemon. seems fitting… we decided alfyn got it as a swadloon (maybe it could be taught to use its sewing abilities to dress wounds?) and it evolved during his ch3.

Therion:

I think Krookodile, mimikyu, and klefki are quite obvious picks, so i won’t go too in on them. Ninjask and Shedinja…. Ninjask is super speedy, so it felt right to give one to therion, but also i feel like.. he’d keep the shedinja around. even with 1 hp and one billion weaknesses… it’s still a part of his team. it and ninjask were born from the same nincada. he couldn’t abandon it like that.

and applin lol. something about therion gives me “guy who’s going for a cool as fuck hydrapple and ends up with an appletun actually”

H’aanit:

If anyone’s allowed to have legendaries, it’s the hunters. Chien-pao is as close as we can get to a snow leopard. and yeah maybe it’s a little evil but H’aanit is built different. Decidueye feels like an obvious pick, and spirit shackle is a great signature move for the h’aanit vibe. trapinch for. leghold trap. kilowattrel is literally a thunderbird. and ariados… well, it has the ability sniper, to reference hunter’s crit boosting abilities, as well as having some trapping moves like webs. for the Hunters, I’ve left their last spot blank, but this just means like, a “flex” spot that would be different each time you battled them. H’aanits got boxes of options to choose from.

now, onto the OT2 ones!

Ochette:

I’m sure you can see what i’m going for here. it’s just the closest i could get to Akala/mahina and her 3 story beasts. and again, like H’aanit, the last spot is “flex” not empty, so imagine her bringing some different new bullshit to every battle.

Cassti:

i wanted to do a few things with Castti: obviously, give her some healing-y mons, but also a few oddball picks that might have you looking twice. picked Shiinotic because of its ominous dex entries, and then. toedscruel because i realize shiinotic actuallt doesn’t get spore i think? and i think castti “put em to sleep right in the street” florenz should have a mon with spore. (edit. i actually just cant read the bulbapedia tables and shiinotic does get spore. anyways she gets two spore mons i guess cuz what if she’s gotta knock out two people at the same time. or whatever. dustox emits toxic powder from its wings, which seems like it could be something castti would want to keep on hand for poison axe. these three might seem a little weird tho, and reinforce her bad first impression in canalbrine, even though i’m sure they’d all be very well behaved and nice. Blissey and Arboliva are straightforward healing picks. I feel like these would be common for apothecaries to have in general.

and then galar-slowking. poison-activated brain nonsense. i feel like she acquires this one post-amnesia. they feel a kinship with each other.

Throné

Throné’s team is half-blacksnakes dedicated, half catered to herself. Every blacksnake has a seviper or an ekans, as well as probably most of them also having other grunt-esque pokemon, like zubats and such. throné’s taken care of hers, though, and friendship evolved it into a crobat.

chose furfrou because i think throné would like a prissy little dog she can dress up cutely. milcery, which she’s waiting on evolving until she can figure out what alcremie form she wants, and a shade-cherrim.

oh, and zangoose, of course. the natural enemy of sevipers. one appeared to her right after she left new delsta. what a sign, right?

Osvald:

Osvald we had some interesting stuff to work with, I think. we decided that most of his pokemon were newly acquired after his prison escape- not on purpose. they seem to just take a liking to him and start following him around.

the avalugg helped get him out of the frozen water at cape cold, and then stuck with him.

the teddiursa.. also just stuck with him. we wanted to give him something that felt a little oddball for him… so this doesn’t evolve. it stays cute and unevolved forever.

the shuppet was found hovering around the ruins of Osvald’s house. he was reluctant to take it, but if it was formed out of some semblance of his desire for vengeance… he has to be responsible for it.

the Indeedee is the only one of osvalds old pokemon, out of this lineup. since indeedee are so helpful to people, it was kind of a family pokemon acquired after elena’s birth (dex mentions they’re good at babysitting.) Osvald could probably also trust it with simple lab assistant tasks like moving stuff around. was a very beloved pokemon within their family. anyways, following his sentencing, clarissa managed to get ahold of the indeedee and took care of it all this time. when osvald returns, it’s clear it wants him to take her with him.

the drampa was acquired after the events of montwise, having shown up and basically just forced itself to go with osvald. somehow it seems to know what’s going on and who it can trust…

and slowking.. well, smart guy needs a smart pokemon. it’s another one that took a shine to him, though at that point he was getting used to this happening.

Partitio:

Talonflame: partitio’s aptitude for fire magic and the “chickadee” nickname made this an obvious choice for an ace. I can imagine a young partitio’s first pokemon being a fletchling, for sure.

bramblegast. the funny tumbleweed. put it on the team immediately.

Milotic: Paritio picked up a feebas. having a knack for seeing the potential in pokemon, he wasn’t wrong, and now hes got this thing. it’s very popular with other people, though it seems an odd pick for partito at first glance to strangers.

armarouge: ok this one’s a little convoluted so i will explain it later. kind of vibes based pick tho lol. revavroom kind of. uhh. steam engine. (we can pretend)

there ain’t a more partitio pokemon out there than gholdengo. everyone say thank you scarvi for giving partitio most of his team.

Agnea:

hey, it’s another oricorio! i think you can guess why.

volcarona: learns fiery dance, but we thought up even more lore on this one. the larvesta was a family pokemon. mostly belonging to Garud (we ended up deciding that the Bristarnis had a lot of bug types, who help out with the sewing stuff and larvesta does give a little bit silkworm, lol..)

anyways, part of his blessing for sending agnea off was telling her to take the larvesta, who also turned out to be a dazzling star in the end too… after a lot of hard work.

altaria and leafeon rep dragon and swords dance. i just feel like they’re good picks for her energy, too. lunatone reps the moonstep. I’ve also opted to give her a sunny cherrim, which i think would be cute contrasted with Throné’s gloomy one.

Temenos:

temenos has quite the oddball lineup for a cleric. but hes kind of an oddball cleric so i think it works.

Absol. man. a lot of shit happens to temenos. this absol is stressed tf out 24 fucking 7. sorry man.

Clefable: felt like we had to give him a healer-adjacent pokemon and this one evolves with a moonstone. feels fitting for mr night-ability mistral tbh.

Lokix. alright. another scenario based pick. Temenos caught this thing on the pilgrims way as a nymble at like level 2. probably rustling in the metaphorical tall grass, crick is all “get behind me, it could be dangerous” and then. lvl 2. nymble. doesn’t even need to be fought to be caught. and then temenos is all hey crick, it’s a “crick”et pokemon! (we’ll ignore that the dex says grasshopper) he’d keep it just to mess with crick, but it ends up sticking around.

Houndoom. well, temenos is the pontiff’s hound, so we did need to pick a dog for him. it’s a houndour in the beginning, houndoom by the end. probably evolved in a moment of crisis (in ch4?) the yamask is from crackridge.

wooloo. this is actually Crick’s. it wasn’t helping with the little lamb allegations… after the events of stormhail, Temenos takes it in.

Hikari:

Kingambit: i mean. come on. gotta get a kingambit for the future king.

Gardevoirs dex entire mention that it is dedicated to its trainer/cause to the bitter end, and would do anything to protect it. perfect for Hikari.

Morpeko and Zweilous. some literally two-faced pokemon. (maybe he feels a little bit of a kinship with them in that way) i also really wanted to give Hikari a pseudo-legendary, and i think that his zweilous would probably evolve just in the nick of time to kick some ass against mugen. Hydreigons might be notoriously destructive, but something about the personalities merging into one brain in evolution seems to have mellowed Hikari’s out. it’s remarkably personable, for a hydreigon.

lucario: i really wanted to give him a pokemon that learns copycat, and lucario fits that bill. plus, he definitely needed a fighting type.

Cerudelge: formed from bitterness of old cursed armor, but also an extremely skilled sword fighter… one of hikari’s aces.

I also like to imagine that a lot of hikari’s pokemon are quite difficult to deal with (his ceruledge in particular is quite belligerent and mean) but they all have utmost respect for him as a trainer, once they’re on the battlefield. but onlookers sometimes worry… how the hell does he deal with it all?

other notes about some of the picks :

Partitio’s amarouge. Paritio picked up a. charcadet later on, and hikari personally warned him that it might be difficult to deal with. (his charcadet and later ceruledge were super hard to train for him) of course, partitio did end up in possession of the cool nice armor that evolved it into the better mannered and nobler armarouge… but honestly, even his charcadet was far better behaved.

paritio and tressa both get those shitty fish that get cool. must be because they both have an eye for a diamond in the rough.

agnea and throné’s cherrims are best friends. throné rarely got to see her cherrim sunny-form until she left new delsta… she wonders if maybe it was upset about being so nocturnal before, with the blacksnakes.

castti and osvald, team mom and team dad somehow both ended up with slowkings. everyone’s a little concerned about castti’s, though…

after the events of his story, Osvald leaves indeedee and teddiursa with clarissa and elena. the teddiursa and elena in particular take to each other very well… when osvald finally is able to return to elena’s life, the teddiursa is really much more her pokemon.

also. H’aanit and Ochette and far and away the best battlers of both groups. i know i only have them with one flex spot, but you can imagine that they’d swap out a lot more for whatever they need to do to build a good team. they’ve got loads more options than everyone else.

you know that thing about giving someone an applin in galar? therion did trade it over to alfyn at one point. but really they have joint custody of that thing. which definitely ended up as an appletun.

we also had some npc aces sprinkled in there, so here’s some other thoughts, just as bonus!

Malaya: Pawmot (revival blessing), rapidash.

Elena: Abra

Harvey: Hypno, Bacephalon

Pala: Kricketot (formerly belonged to her and agnea’s mom)

Roque: Metagross

Kazan: Husuian Braviary

Ori: Chatot

Trousseau: Glimmora

Cordelia: ….ferrothorn

Erhardt: Aegislash, Hisuian Samurott

Z’aanta: Zamazenta

Juvah: is literally a solgaleo

Darius: Scrafy/Pangoro

Simeon: Malamar

Esmeralda: Mismagius (wanted to give her something with perish song)

Mattias: drifblim? darkrai?

Lucia: Hatterene

Miguel: Grimmsnarl

Werner: spectrier

Mugen: Kingambit. mirror match with Hikari, but mugen’s has supreme overlord while Hikari’s has defiant.

Kaldena: we couldn’t pick but maybe she goes like lusamine mode and fuses with something.

Claude: Cradily. (uh. literally fossil pokemon)

Dolcinea: belive it or not, also an oricorio. also, solrock. but her oricorio is the prettiest.

veronica: she has somehow acquired the worlds first and only female gallade through the power of lesbianism.

Crick: … wooloo….

I do wanna make some drawings for these ideas, but this post was literally already one billion miles long and has way too many images, so it’ll probably be a separate post. thanks for the ask! and sorry for talking so much, but i fucking love making pokemon teams so much it’s insane.

and a big thank you again to my bestie @snailcruncher who helped me with a lot of these picks (and did basically all of the npc picks thank you so much i love you). tysm for pokemon octopath brainrotting with me for like 4 hours.

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Baby Sensory Fruits & Veggies as Glee Characters

My credentials: I am passionate about fruit, glee, and those baby sensory videos with fruit and veggies dancing to adult music I watch like 10 of them a day

The Peas: Mike and Brittany

Peas are so underrated, but they are the backbone of the sensory fruits. They’re always in sync, always on beat. Arguably the most fun to watch. They are undoubtedly the best dancers and perform moves much more complicated than the other fruits and veggies. Mike and Brittany are all the peas to me. I feel so strongly about this. Don’t sleep on the peas!!

Strawberry: Rachel

I mean, could it be anyone else? Strawberry is always involved in every video, occasionally with the spotlight, usually in a bunch all at once because she’s gotta be the center of attention. Plus, it’s Rachel Berry. She had to be a berry. She’s sweet on her own but mixes well with others (when she chooses to). This specific strawberry really captures that Rachel Berry essence.

Pineapple: Finn

Pineapple doesn’t do much besides bounce back and forth but we love him for it!!! What he lacks in movement he makes up for in his presence and leadership to the other fruits, much like Finn. Pineapple is usually seen leading the other fruits and/or just vibing with himself or one other. Which leads me to…

Banana: Puck

Banana never outshines anyone else. His dancing’s kinda mid and no one really talks about him. Which is fine. The one time he’s fun to watch is when he’s paired with Pineapple as his backup dancer. They give off bestie vibes. It’s one of the main reasons I see Puck as Banana. Exhibit A:

That and I have mixed feelings on bananas depending on what day it is.

Oranges: Mercedes and Quinn

Not all oranges. Specifically this set of oranges that are always seen paired together in the videos. Don’t ask me why I feel this way—it’s just how I see them. They’re so cutie. It reminds me of the sweet, supportive Quinncedes dynamic in season 1. Oh how I miss it.

Green Onion: Tina

Green onion’s usually seen by herself like above, but it’s okay because she likes it that way. In this way she is so Tina-coded. I love her. She’s adorable. Not the most talented dancer but she’s there to support everyone else and gets to shine on her own. Also I really love the taste of green onions (you see how we’re straying from the canon of the baby sensory food-iverse to my personal tastes? There is no consistency here)

Lemon and Lime: Sam and Blaine

Look at them!!! This is the Blam dynamic. I don’t care what anyone says. They’re practically always paired in these videos and they look like they’re having so much fun together. They’re very energetic and constantly grinning. Now, I’m not saying Blaine and Sam are limes and lemons to me in terms of real fruit, no. But in the baby sensory food-iverse? No other fruit captures their whimsy.

Raspberry: Santana

She’s just so cool! Raspberry is also a pretty solid dancer. She’s typically seen on her own in a bunch like this because she has a strong stage presence or she can be seen in a mix with the other berries. Red is Santana’s color, so I knew she had to be a red fruit. Raspberries have a tendency to taste tart, which matches Santana’s personality too perfectly. I personally like her as a berry as well because…

Blueberry: Kurt

It could never have been another. Kurt is blueberry to me!!! They don’t do many complicated moves like the peas. Blueberries kind of shimmy around, and are usually seen on their own like this—all like Kurt. Also, look at that boy’s face and tell me it’s not shaped like one of these blueberries. They could be twins. The strawberry, raspberry, and blueberry all get put together in cute little dance circles occasionally, and I like to think of them as Kurtcheltana because I miss them. Exhibit B:

Also blueberry’s one of my favorite fruits so Kurt has to be blueberry to me.

Corn: Artie

I can’t find a good image of the corn. But Artie’s corn. That’s it.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk :]