#Hip-Hop: The Songs That Shook America

[saintescuderia]

pancakes: the recipe!

for the version of pancakes published here, i have tried to make the character as generic as possible in terms of reference (pronouns etc.) however, the one thing i have kept is the last name: tessio.

should you be curious as to find out more about the character, here is some more information which is used for the alternate version of pancakes (linked here: coming soon!)

NOTE: this story has additional fics that are a part of the 'pancakes!universe.' these supplement the overall story arc. also are just a bit of fun, really

+++ ANTINAL // CS55 AKA carlos gets sick in jeddah - complete (read here) +++ LOS BLANCOS // CS55 AKA the first time carlos sees you wearing a real madrid jersey makes him question everything

+++ STOMACHING YOU // MV33 AKA max comes to you after winning abu dhabi 2021 - complete (read here) +++ JUST AN INCHIDENT // MV33 AKA you hurt your wrist - and jos verstappen's face

+++ STUCK ON THE PUZZLE // DR3 AKA how daniel's famed 2018 monaco win was the beginning of the end

+++ HILLBILLES // OP81 (ft. kendrick, keem + tyler) AKA you help increase oscar's street cred by getting him into a music video with a bunch of rappers

+++ SIL16 // CL16 AKA - charles debuts in F1 and almost says i love you

+++ FAST AND FURIOUS // LL40 (ft. LH44) AKA - now that both your calendars line up, you and liam can finally go drifting in japan

FULL NAME: elena marie 'tezza' tessio DOB: 6/3/97 PLACES: born in monaco. raised in australia. lived in america. FAMILIAL SITUATION: auntie nadia is the goat. and just not because her brother is football's Don. GENERAL: gymrat. hip-hop head with far too many shoes. introverted. monolingual. 400mg of caffeine is a guideline. bryan o'connor was a sexual awakening - to boys and cars. burned too many times. protein pancakes are the goated form of breakfast.

a pancakes moodboard

the pancakes 'let him cook bake' playlist

note: there is no correlation where certain songs are for certain scenes. these are just the songs i listened to when i wrote this story.

too many nights - metro boomin

no eres tu (soy yo) - kali uchis

is there someone else? - the weeknd

benthi - khaled + melissa m

avec moi - PLK

ma bansak - zeyne (colours show ver.)

miami - kali uchis ft. bia

self love - metro boomin

in my head- tertia may

no ordinary love - sade

smooth operator remix - sade (ofc)

bonbon - era istrefi

4eva (extended mix) - shygirl

don't forget my love - diplo

slide - HER

bathroom - montell fish

p power - gunna

trance - metro boomin

orange soda - baby keem

realism v idealism - $uicideboy$

shook ones pt. ii - mobb deep

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[fabien22]

Eminem's growth in an industry of Afro-American rap.

Marshall Bruce Matters, better known as Eminem, is a rap artist and producer, born in 1972 in Missouri United-States. He then moved out with his mom to go and live in Detroit. His style of music is considered as a Hip-Hop kind of Rap, as he was influenced by big American rappers such as Nas or AZ while growing up.

In the 90's, Rap was quite dominant in America and mostly in neighborhoods, where their were many Afro-American communities. Rappers such as Jay-Z, Tupac or The Notorious B.I.G. came from that period of time. There weren't a lot of white rappers though. The big majority of them were Afro-Americans, and it was quite hard to be successful and respected as a white rapper. However, Eminem is an exception. At one point, in his song "Yellow Brick Road", he says [I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime, he looked at me like I'm out my mind, shook his head, like, "white boys don't know how to rhyme"] talking about the time he met Sproof, an Afro-American rapper and friend of his. It show that whites were not seen as being capable of rapping.

Eminem was a white dude from a broken down family, and was raised by his mother only. At the age of 8 at his high school in Missouri, he was bullied by other kids, and even got into a coma for a few days after that they hit his head on a bathroom's urinal (he talks about this episode in one of his songs "Brain Damage"). For a few years time, his mom and him moved out around 20 times, which resulted in him having to change schools about 3 times per year. This is difficult for anybody, but was even more difficult for Eminem as he was the bully everywhere he went too, as the cohabitation between white and black people wasn't at it's best.

Even though he was white, he managed to prove his talent and take the identity of Afro-American rap in his own way. After doing many rap battles in his school and starting to be noticed by music production companies, he created a group in 1995 called "D12" with Proof, the artist I talked about earlier in this post. This made him grow on the black Rap scene.

After getting a 2nd place in the 1997 Rap Olympics in Los Angeles, he got noticed by Dr.Dre, one of the biggest Rap producer of the time in America, who signed Eminem on his music label. He then created albums that were pretty much all hit albums. To attract more attention, he created a new character of himself in his songs, Slim Shady, a character that talks about sexe, rape, drug, and mental illnesses. He found his own style that made him be different from other rappers. His third album "The Marshall Matters LP" sold 1.76 million copies, beating Snoop Dogg's "Doggystyle" number of sold album's record, and even beating the record of the highest copies sold of an album by a solo artist from all kind of styles of music, held by Britney Spear's album "Baby One More Time"

This goes to show how much popularity Eminem managed to get. In the period and place he lived in, it was quite difficult if you were white. But he still managed to find his path and integrate the rap scene, even though being white. Partially thanks to Dr.Dre, Eminem became a worldwide known artist and sold millions and millions of albums. As of today, he has become a big influence in rap, and is even called by the Rolling Stones magazine "the king of hip-hop".

Dr.Dre, Snoop Dog, Ice Cube and Eminem

[madforfashiondude]

Legendary Hip-Hop Artist Black Thought of The Roots to Give Free Master Classes for MCs from February 3-5, 2020

Legendary Hip-Hop Artist Black Thought of The Roots to Give Free Master Classes for MCs from February 3-5, 2020

Classes are Part of Carnegie Hall’s Series of Artist Training Workshops and Provides Unique Opportunity for Rising Artists to Train with Black Thought, Developing Artistry, Examining Technical Skills, and Exploring the History of Hip-Hop MCs Invited to Apply by December 6; Applications Now Open Online

Carnegie Hall’s Weill Music Institute announced that legendary hip-hop artist Black Th…

[ladyxandria]

Good stuff. Very much looking forward to this series.

[brn1029]

On this date in music history….

May 6th

1965 - The Rolling Stones

In their Clearwater, Florida hotel room, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards worked out the opening guitar riff of ’(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction’ following Richard's purchase of a Gibson fuzz-box earlier that day. The song is considered to be one of the all-time greatest rock songs ever recorded. In 2004 Rolling Stone magazine placed 'Satisfaction' in the second spot on its list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.

1971 - Dickie Valentine

British pop singer Dickie Valentine who enjoyed great popularity in Britain during the 1950s (No.1 with 'Christmas Alphabet'), was killed outright in a car crash on a single lane bridge near Crickhowell, Wales at the age of 41, together with pianist Sidney Boatman and drummer Dave Pearson, aged 42. The coroner's inquest revealed the car in which the three were travelling to have been driven in excess of 90 mph at time of impact.

1972 - Tyrannosaurus Rex

The Tyrannosaurus Rex double album 'Prophets, Seers And Sages And The Angels Of The Ages / My People Were Fair And Had Sky In Their Hair But Now Their Content To Wear Stars On Their Brows' went to No.1 in the UK. The longest title of an album ever at the time!

1973 - Paul Simon

Paul Simon set out on his first tour without partner Art Garfunkel, using The Jesse Dixon Singers as a back- up group on stage. Simon's tour of America and Europe was recorded and released as 'Live Rhymin'.

2002 - Otis Blackwell

American songwriter and producer Otis Blackwell died from a heart attack. He wrote the classic songs ‘All Shook Up’, ‘Return To Sender’, ‘Don't Be Cruel’, ‘Great Balls Of Fire’ and ‘Fever.’ Over the years, Blackwell's songs have sold more than 185 million copies.

2002 - Queen

'Bohemian Rhapsody' by Queen was voted the UK's favourite single of all time in a poll by the Guinness Hit Singles book. 'Imagine' by John Lennon was voted in at No.2 and ‘Hey Jude’, The Beatles No.3, 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA was fourth and Madonna 'Like A Prayer' was in fifth place.

2004 - The Beatles

A sale at Christie's in London, England became the most successful pop auction in the company's history after Beatles memorabilia sold for a record £788,643. The auction included a leather collar worn by John Lennon which sold for £117,250. A signed copy of a management deal with The Beatles and manager Brian Epstein sold for £122,850. A Vox Kensington guitar used by Lennon and Harrison went for £100,000. Also sold - a coloured felt-pen drawing by Lennon (£10,000), a letter with his signature (£5,500), and a pen-and-ink drawing called Happy Fish (£9,500).

2005 - Bruce Springsteen

US coffee shop chain Starbucks banned the sale of Bruce Springsteen's latest album Devils and Dust over concerns about its adult content. The retailer - which stocked CDs at its branches in the US - said it would be promoting other albums instead.

2015 - Evolution of Western Pop Music

The results of the evolution of western pop music, spanning from 1960 to 2010, was published in The Royal Society Open Science Journal. The scientists who looked at more than 17,000 songs found three music revolutions - in 1964, 1983 and 1991. In 1964 the invasion of British bands introduced a radical new rocky sound. Synthesisers, samplers and drum machines, drove a second major style shift in 1983. The third, in 1991, came about when rap and hip-hop went mainstream. The team also refuted claims that pop music was starting to sound the same.

2020 - Florian Schneider

Florian Schneider, co-founder of the highly influential electronic pop group Kraftwerk, died at the age of 73. The German quartet set the template for synthesiser music in the 1970s and 80s with songs like 'Autobahn' and 'The Model'.

2020 - Brian Howe

English rock singer Brian Howe died of cardiac arrest age 66. He is best known for replacing Paul Rodgers as the lead vocalist of Bad Company. Howe's career was jump-started in 1983 when Ted Nugent recruited him to handle lead vocals for his Penetrator album and front its subsequent world tour.

[bebepac]

With You

This is chapter 29 of the The Life of Riley.  To catch up with what you’ve been missing  please click:  The Life Of Riley Masterlist

This is @wackydrabbles​​ prompt # 83:  That makes my  {body part } tingle. which will appear in bold. 

Jaiden Brooks and Sal are my own characters.  All others belong to Pixelberry. 

The Book:  TRR (Liam’s last night in New York)

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Word count: 1992

Warnings: Sexual Innuendo, profanity. 

Summary:  Riley takes Liam to the Statue of Liberty 

Song Inspiration for this episode: I Like Me Better  by Lauv

I don’t own rights to the music. 

Riley giggled.   He pulled away from her with a sheepish smile.  “What?  What did I do?”

“I’m ticklish there. You were tickling me, the way you were gently touching me there.”  

He wrapped his arms around her hips pulling her closer to him again.  “Not on purpose.”

Liam smiled again. Gently touching her. "Like this?"

"That makes my whole body tingle."

He kissed her cheek, his lips drifting to her neck. He nibbled on her neck. Riley pulled away.

“Do you really have to leave tomorrow? Or is this just a game you and your buddies play and you really live on the upper east side?  It’s clear you’re some rich guy.  And you’re just down here for the night, slummin’ it?”

“Riley don’t do this….”  Jaiden said.  “Don’t push him away because now you are starting to realize what this could mean.”

“I don’t understand?”

“And I’m just another notch you’re trying to get on your belt tonight.”

“I wouldn’t treat you that way Riley.  I don’t know much about you, but I know you are more special than that.”  

His voice softened.

“And if I did have the privilege to be with you for the night, I would treat your body like a sacred temple.”

“So you’re going to take your shoes off and not touch anything?”  

“Annnndddd… Riley just killed the mood with her horrible jokes.”  Jaiden shook his head.

Liam burst out laughing shaking his head at her.  

“Maybe she didn’t… Maybe just maybe he likes that about her.”  He watched the pair.  They were now closer than ever.

“I mean…. It’s where my mind went. Be honest. You’re really from far away aren’t you?”

“That’s it Riley… believe in him…”

“I crossed an ocean to get here. To meet you.”

Riley’s breath hitched.  

There was a beep.

“That must be Sal!”  

The small boat pulled up next to them.  

“Your chariot awaits My fair Riley… plus one.”  

“Why thank you kind Sir Sal!!!”  Riley did a curtsy that surprised Liam.  It was definitely court approved. If he could get her to Cordonia, her transition might go easier than planned.  

Liam hopped down onto the boat first.

He held out his arms to Riley.  

“Jump, I’ll catch you.”  

Jaiden thought he would do just one more thing.   He’d seen that boy Tucker do it to another boy on the playground when Riley was little, that caused him to completely topple over. Just as Riley jumped, Jaiden kicked the back of Liam’s left leg causing his knee to buckle.   He caught Riley but fell on his back, Riley falling on him.

Sal laughed.  “Damn kid.  You’re clumsy. You’re supposed to catch her.  But I guess it worked out for you.”

“We have to stop meeting like this Liam.”  She whispered as she looked down at him from her straddling position.  He gripped her hips.

“I don’t know… I think it’s not so bad.  Getting kind of used to breaking your falls. I think you’re the clumsy one, Riley Brooks.”  

“He’s not wrong Riley. You are clumsy.”  Jaiden smiled.  

She stood helping him up.  

He zipped her jacket.  “I want you to stay warm.”

“So what brought you here to New York?”

“A bachelor party.”  

“Who’s? Don’t tell me that guy Tariq is actually getting married?”

“No actually, for me.”  

“Whoa, so you’ve been playing me this whole time?”  Riley backed away from him.  “I trusted you.”  

“I am getting married… I just don’t know who yet.”  

“How does that happen?”  

“It happens when you’re the crown prince of a country.”

“You’re a crown prince.”  

“Why are you not surprised?”

“I told you, you seemed different from them.”  

“I am different from them.”    

"Of Cordonia?"

"Yes, how did you know that?"

"Your credit card. I have never seen a gold credit card like that before. I always remember the unique ones."

"Good memory."

Liam glanced up. "There she is."

He rushed to the front of the boat.

Liam was in awe.

"She's beautiful."

"Why was the Statue of Liberty on your list of things to see?"

"Because she is a beacon of light for Freedom."

"You said you're a Prince, you can't get freer than that. You can do a royal decree and get whatever you want."

"And I am. Crown Prince, that means…"

"You are taking over the family business….

 I see what you did there now. Witty. Meaning… you'll be King someday."

"Despite popular belief, royalty is the last thing but free. We are the exact opposite.  We are bound by duty.  Every choice I make people are watching. Every move I make must be calculated and thought about carefully.  Not only for myself but my family, my country, and my people.  Riley, when you get married someday, what’s the reason you think you will choose to do so?”  

“For love. Why else?”  

“In my life Riley,  It’s not that simple.  People marry for alliances, for duty, love is very rarely on the list. You learn to love who you’re with. That’s my reality.”

“Then why did you come here?”  

“For more.”  

 She chuckled.  “You know that’s kind of like a movie right?”

Liam looked confused.  

“Coming to America?”

No recognition registered on Liam’s face.  Riley gasped.

“What are you doing after this?”

“Going back to the hotel, going to sleep, why? What do you have planned for me?”

“Come to my place.  And don’t get any ideas, I’m not gonna ride your royal scepter tonight.”

Liam coughed, and laughed at the same time. “Excuse me, my what?”

She glanced at his crotch and back up into his face.  “Don’t play dumb Liam.”

“What I’m hearing you say, is not tonight but sometime soon?”  He inquired, winking at her.

She laughed.   “Do you want to come to my place to watch a movie with me?”

“I’d love to.”

The boat pulled to a stop, idling in the water.  

“This is as close as I can get you two without all of us going to jail tonight. I’ll give you two some privacy.  She’s like a granddaughter to me Liam.”

“Yes sir! I will be on my best behavior."    

Liam slipped his arms around Riley from behind pulling her close to him.  Immediately she felt warmer.  

“I know what you said, about how your life is supposed to go.”  She turned in his arms so she was facing him.

“I’ve never felt this free in my life before Riley, as I have tonight spending this evening with you. I feel like I could be a different person. Thank you.”  

“I really believe you can be different Liam, if you are willing to fight for it.”

“Why do you believe in me like that?”    

“There’s a sparkle in your eyes.  I saw it when I ran into you on the street.”

“Ahhhh so she admits it now, it WAS your fault.”  

“No that is not at all what I said Your … Lord… Ship… Wreck…. Rrrrrrr mateys.. Batten down the hatches.  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum…. Scallywag… Walk the plank.”

“Okay now you’re just saying random pirate phrases.”

Jaiden smiled.  “He’s already head over heels for her.  You deserve this little sister.  All the hurt was for this, for him.”

Liam had never laughed so much  as he did with Riley.

“So what’s the right term then?”

“To call me?  Or are we going out to the seven seas to pillage and plunder? Avast Ye Hearties!!!!!”

Riley laughed, hitting his chest.

“If you wanted to address me with my proper title, it’s Your Highness.”

“So official.”  

“But that’s not how I want you to see me Riley.”

“You’re ‘Just Liam.’ I get it.  You came here wanting what I take for granted everyday.”

He nodded, resting his forehead on hers.  

“We have to get back.”  

“Thanks Sal for bringing us out here.”  

“You’re very welcome.  I like this one Riley.  I never liked Von much.  Felt like you were settling with him.  You deserve the world.”

When they got back to the dock, Liam helped Riley off the boat.

They walked at a leisurely pace holding hands.  It was a peaceful silence between them.   “We have to cross here.”

Jaiden whispered in Liam’s ear.  “It’s safe to cross.”  

Riley had looked away for a moment to press the button on the crosswalk so the light would change.

Liam was starting to cross the street.

“Liam!!!” she screamed.  Grabbing his arm pulling him back.

“What the hell!?!?!?!”  She screamed at him again.  

“I thought it was safe to cross?”  

“NOOOOOO!!!  Look, we can’t cross until the light changes.”

“I don’t know what happened.”  

“You scared me!!!! Are you alright?”  

“I’m fine.”  

“Just my luck I got a Crown Prince killed on his last night in the United States.  Talk about an international incident.  So what exactly is the jail sentence for that?”  

Liam laughed.  “Probably death.”  

“Greaaaaattt.”  

They were silent for a few moments waiting for the light to change.  

“I love that song.”

Can’t help falling in love, was playing on the radio of the person stopped at the light.  

“May I have this dance?”  Liam asked.  

Liam and Riley slow-danced in the middle of the sidewalk.  

“Last thing sis.”  

Jaiden whispered to the cab driver to turn up the music.  

People watched the pair as they danced.  Both completely enamored with the other.  

“I think you can handle it from here.”  Jaiden faded away.

When traffic started to move again, it broke the trance the song had over them.  

They waited for the light and crossed the street.  

He followed Riley into a small apartment building.  

She stood at the door.   “I have a roommate, so we need to be quiet coming in.” 

 Liam nodded, sticking close to her. She tried being quiet when she opened the door as it was well after 1am when they arrived.

“Well it’s about time your ass decided to show up,” Daniel said when she walked through the door.

“DANIEL!” She glanced at Liam standing right behind her.

“Oh shit, I was only kidding!!!!!!!” Daniel remarked when he realized she wasn’t alone, choking on his beer.  “Riley is not an ass,  it’s how we joke with each other when we're late coming home.”

“Liam this is Daniel, my roommate, and brother from another mother .”  

“Nice to meet you,” Liam chuckled. The look on Riley's face was priceless. She has the best absolutely mortified expressions.

“Daniel, this is  Liam, Bachelor number four.”

“Stop playing, the bachelor party table, this was the one that was late?”

“Liam, what you don't know is, I covered your table tonight because Daniel had somewhere to be."

"And how was it?" She directed her attention back to Daniel.

“Still going baby, just taking a breather.”

“Well if you will excuse us.”  She took Liam’s hand pulling him through the apartment.  

“Sorry it’s not much, but it’s ours.”

"No it's ok. You have a nice place."  It was small and clean, and they were very effective in using the space they had.  He was impressed.

She turned on the TV in her room.   “I’m gonna get comfortable.”  She took a few moments to change and shave her legs.

She put on a tank top and a pair of boy shorts. Liam stared at her body in awe.  Everything was covered, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

“You look like you’re in pajamas.  Am I staying the rest of the night?”

“You should, it’s late, and honestly this is not the best neighborhood.”

“Well I usually just sleep in boxers at home.  But I can keep this on.”

“Please make yourself comfortable.”    

She bit her lip, as he undressed in front of her. He could feel her eyes on him watching.  Then he climbed into bed with her.  They curled up on the bed together and turned on the movie.  He wrapped his arm around her.  She snuggled closer to him.

She was ready for whatever the rest of that night would bring.

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[sothischickshe]

Omggg it only just hit me that GG is about to finish and I’m not gonna know what the fuck to do with myself. What other shows are you watching? Shows you like, shows you like to hate-watch, old shows, new shows. Recommend whatever pleaseeee I need to monkey bar my way out of this gg addiction. (Get your hand on one rung before you let go of the other energy)

hey anon! hope you're doing well <3 and omg i know!! can't believe it...end of an era (though i havent seen the last couple of eps yet haha). love this monkey bar analogy too!!!

ok some ~current shows that i'm watching which i'd rec!!

only connect (uk quiz show)

university challenge (uk quiz show)

tuca and bertie (us animated...comedy? dramedy?)

the good fight (us...dramedy i think? spin off of the good wife)

the chi (us drama...(dy?))

this way up (uk...dramedy, i think?)

undone (us animated/rotoscoped dramedy)

saturday night live (us sketch show)

good omens (us-uk, uh, fantasy comedy?? and there's gonna be a s2?! what does that MEAN?!)

kenan (us comedy)

insecure (us comedy)

his dark materials (us-uk fantasy)

i don't really hatewatch things but i do have a completist vibe so idk i could maybe be compelled to hate watch more american gods? but also im v proud of myself for not folding and watching the latest season so...?!????!

some other shows i'd rec:

fishing with john (us absurdist mockumentary)

community, particularly the first 2 seasons (us comedy)

bojack horseman (us dramedy?)

high maintenance (us trippy comedy i guess?)

kidding (us dramedy)

i may destroy you (uk dramedy)

monkey dust (uk animated gross comedy)

buffy the vampire slayer / angel (us fantasy something?)

the west wing (us political drama i guess?)

the wire (us drama....dy?)

the good wife (us drama...dy?)

young americans (us teen drama i guess? brief dawson's creek spinoff)

the get down (us musical)

crazy ex-girlfriend (us musical)

hip hop: the songs that shook america (uk, i think? documentary)

steven universe (us animated kids show)

black mirror (uk/us satire anthology)

electric dreams (uk-us anthology)

never mind the buzzcocks, the mark lamarr era (uk music quiz show)

fleabag (uk...dramedy?)

chewing gum (uk comedy)

agents of shield, agent carter, cloak and dagger, runaways (us marvel shows)

the misadventures of romesh ranganathan (uk travel show)

glow (us...dramedy?)

orange is the new black (us dramedy)

weeds (us comedy)

peep show (uk comedy)

shrill (us comedy)

another period (us comedy)

spaced (uk comedy)

suburgatory (us comedy)

six feet under (us...dramedy?)

broad city (us comedy)

firefly (us sci fi)

grownish (us comedy, spinoff of blackish)

you’re the worst (us comedy)

star trek the original series & star trek the animated series (us sci fi)

the eric andre show (us absurdist sketch show?)

man seeking woman (us surreal comedy)

the mindy project (us comedy)

cougar town (us comedy)

also if you’re a gg fan, you might enjoy some of these which the mainish cast were in / the creator worked on:

girlfriend’s guide to divorce

parenthood

mad men

graceland

parks and recreation

tru calling

friday night lights

conviction

the new twin peaks series (???)

it’s always sunny in philadelphia

brooklyn nine-nine

franklin & bash

bones

arrested development

scandal

desperate housewives

and also!!!! my tastes are relatively broad (with reasonable depth...?) so if you tell me a bit more about what you like or what you’re looking for, i might be able to tailor the suggestions a bit better! hope that helps anyway & thanks for asking :)

[newcaptainofsquad9]

I Can’t Handle You Being Back~Chou Tzuyu x black! fem! reader {1}

Pairing: Tzuyu x reader

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 

Summary: Five years after your elimination from Sixteen, you remained in the United States, working on music, writing songs, dancing here, and there. All of the memories and incidents from the reality show still burns in your memory, you all but let them go until you get a familiar call from the man who sought out your talents in the first place, Jinyoung Park. The man had an offer you should have refused, but you longed to see your friends again.

  Genre: Angst, Idol-Verse, Romance, Slow Burn (not too slow), Hurt and Comfort, Best Friends to Lovers

Warnings: The reader is a Black woman and there will be parts when she has to deal with racist and close minded people(aka fans, netizens and others). If ya’ll read my Yoongi story, or unfinished Suho story, it’ll be a little bit like that.

  Word Count: 1, 831

Writer’s Note: More Twice fics are coming! Along with a masterlist of all my K-pop fanfictions! It’ll take a minute but it will be here and pinned on my blog so you guys can access it. Also! I want to point out that this is fictional and fictional depictions of idols and figures, just wanted to put that disclaimer. Here is another fic that will take me forever to finish like my others but regardless of that, I hope ya’ll enjoy!

I never thought I’d set foot in South Korea again, let alone JYPE’s building. The long, stress-inducing ride up the elevator didn’t ease me as I inhaled and exhaled through it. 

“You didn’t have to take this meeting,” Brittany, my assistant said. “We can just site see here in Korea, you need the break anyway.” 

I caught Brittany’s smile as she moved to put a hand on my shoulder. 

“I know being back here, it’s got to be tough,” she said. 

I nodded, yet she doesn’t know the half of it. Being a military kid had some perks: at childhood I couldn’t stop dancing, and at seventeen, people other than my parents began to notice. Those people being K-Pop scouts. They didn’t only come from JYPE, but other companies as well, although the smaller ones didn’t grant the biggest opportunity. 

JYPE was fond of my dance moves, and the man himself, Jinyoung Park promised a shimmering future. Most of the promises fell short: I didn’t get to train for very long (only a few months) before I was thrust upon the spotlight and cameras in the survival show, Sixteen. I wanted to be a star; JYP wanted a laughing stock, a black woman for views and to show his trainees how to accomplish, “ethnic hip.” I tried my best to be as creative as possible, to last with the competition, but it didn’t please JYP. Nothing I did could please him, I wasn’t the standard. I didn’t even come close. So I left, I played a game that many foreigners couldn’t win, let alone a Black woman. 

The elevator dinged as it opened, breaking me out of my mind. 

“We can turn around right now,” Brittany said. “Your call.”

I shook my head. 

“No, let’s just here what he has to say,” I said. “He did pay for our flight and all.” 

“Yeah, but that will never take back what he and that staff put you through,” she said. 

I smile as Brittany put a hand on my shoulder. Her worrying along with me solidifies this; my nerves are warranted. 

“I know, but maybe it’s just the old spirit from back then,” I said. “As if I have a chance to prove myself again.”

I don’t have to though. I told myself over and over again that I don’t. Yet, why am I here? What’s so important that couldn’t be discussed further over phone or video call?

“Ms. Y/L/N?”

My head jerked up once we stepped out of the elevator. A woman with a Bob and suit gave us both a grin.

“Mr. Park’s office is this way,” she said, leading us down the hall. 

As we pass, people murmured and stared. My name was even mentioned underneath breaths and gasps; I nod at them and only bow halfway as we pass. 

We stop at a door, the woman opened it for us and stepped aside. 

“Thank you,” I said.

Once inside JYP’s office, the dread returned. Just seeing Jinyoung Park slumped against his chair brought back more of the horrid memories. Brittany took my hand, forcing me to take a breath as Jinyoung rose. 

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it!” he said.

He threw his signature grin on, as he held out his hand. I took it. We shook hands before bowing respectfully.  

“You look well,” he said. “I’m glad to finally see you again.”

“Thank you Mr. Park.”

Jinyoung chuckled and gestured to the seat adjacent to his armchair. 

“Please, sit,” he suggested, he turned to Brittany. “You could take my chair if you’d like.”

I successfully didn’t shiver at how nice he was being, yet Brittany couldn’t: she twitched a bit, but hid it well with a quick grin. 

“Thank you,” she said as she plopped down. 

I leaned back, crossed my legs and got down to business. 

“Why’d you fly me out here, Mr. Park?”

Jinyoung chuckled. 

“Well, I’ve been keeping up with your progress as an artist and well, I’m extremely proud of the growth,” he said. 

Brittany and I traded looks of confusion. 

“Thank you,” I said. “You could have led with that over the phone.”

Jinyoung shifted on each leg before hopping up on the edge of his desk to sit. 

“Y/N, I might have made a mistake about you,” he admitted. “You’ve gained quite the following, and shaped into a fine dancer and vocalist.”

“Thank you,” I said. “What is it that you need from me? Did I not show that potential five years ago?”

Jinyoung frowned. 

“Well, yes, but the world wasn’t ready,” he said. “My colleagues weren’t ready, I wasn’t ready.” 

“What are you suggesting?” I said. 

Jinyoung bared his teeth in a mega-watt smile. 

“I’m suggesting a place for you as Twice’s tenth member.”

My heart quickened at his words; Brittany gasped. Did I hear him right? One of the biggest girl groups in Korea--the world bringing on a tenth member? Another member is already controversial enough in the industry(with the likes of Red Velvet getting hate for adding another a year after debut), but an American? A Black woman? The netizens tore me to shreds once, I couldn’t handle that again. 

“What’s the catch?” Brittany asked. “Out of all the contestants eliminated from Sixteen, why Y/N? This is looking rather performative Mr. Park, welcoming back your only black trainee who dealt with so much racism.”

Jinyoung’s eyes softened a bit. 

“I’m still learning from my mistakes,” he said. “You have every right to decline Y/N, but I need someone to ease Twice in towards the west.”

“Why not Somi!” I said. “There’s your westerner, half white! Very digestible to the western world.” 

Jinyoung nodded.

“True, but K-Pop is changing drastically,” he explained. “And I know Twice can hit the west hard, they can adapt to America with someone who knows it. You played against the American entertainment industry and I know you can with the girls.”

“How are you so sure?” I said. 

“You catch onto choreography quick,” he said. “You’ve done almost every Twice cover online, you’ve been Grammy nominated for songs you’ve written it’s a perfect match.” 

“What about stylists?” Brittany asked. “Have you even notified Twice about this offer?”

“I discussed it with their leader, Jihyo and she’s open to it,” he said. “I’m sure she can ease the others into it, I’ve already explained it to them that we’re working towards the west and they understand that.”

My mind spiraled at the thought of Jihyo; she’s come so far, they’ve all worked so hard. Me joining would just throw a wrench in all they’ve accomplished. 

“All of this sounds great in theory,” Brittany said. “But I change like this could make you lose popularity here in Korea, with the Korean public. You’ll lose fans, they’ll drop like flies.”

Jingyoung shrugged. 

“A risk we’ll take,” he said. “Y/N?”

Brittany gave me a sympathetic stare. 

“If I do this, will I get legal protection against hate comments,” I said. “I would be one of your artists officially, you should treat me like one.”

“Of course,” he said. “Will you take these terms, Y/N?”

Brittany shook her head as she gave me a hard look. 

I shouldn’t accept the terms. It’s just like five years ago all over again; I was tricked into becoming a prop of the industry, but somethings different. Jinyoung could go about various ways of doing this, I know I’ll have more benefits this time. 

“I will, if I have a stylist of my choosing,” I said. “And an American manager.” 

“Done,” Jinyoung said. “We can discuss this further, but I want you to meet up with the girls as soon as possible.”

My body shook at the mention of meeting up with Twice. They were my competition at one point, hell many of them I thought hated me. All except one,  Chou Tzuyu. She and some of the maknaes and I were close due to age, but Tzuyu opened up to me the most. She’s been through so much, they all have. 

“Is there any way I can practice and get to know them again,” I said. “Before we start promoting?”

“That was the plan,” Jinyoung said. “You’d be new to the public and fans, but not to Twice. Like working with an old friend.”

Yeah, an old friend who’s forgotten about you and moved on with their life. This would benefit Twice and I, but is it worth the risk to see them again. To see Tzuyu again.

 *     *      *  

“You’re sure this is the right move?” Brittany asked while our black car rolled down the street. 

Right after the meeting with JYP, he insisted I settle into the dorms and meet up with Twice before training. Brittany and I are now in the back of a car with my new manager, Miyoung

“I’m sure.”

Brittany nudged me. 

“You don’t owe him anything. Why are you doing this?” 

I leaned against my side of the car, letting the rapid speed of each car flash and rip by while my eyes slip close. The memories from five years ago swarmed me: Tzuyu and I practicing from night to morning with sweat clinging to us like newborns; the constant words we’d trade about debuting together and visiting each others countries. Tzuyu’s distraught during my elimination, begging me to stay in Korea for her. Maybe I’m doing this to help her and be there for her, if she accepts me. I can’t admit that to Brittany though, relationships that form during adolescent years don’t really last anyway. At least from what I’ve seen. 

The car came to a halt; we’ve arrived at the dorms. 

I sat up, but sunk back down in my seat as I spot all of Twice standing outside, waiting with their managers. 

“We’re ready when you are Y/N,” Miyoung said. 

She and the driver already stepped out the car with expectant looks at me. 

Brittany took my hand and rubbed my knuckle as I composed myself with a few deep breaths. The moment I stepped out, all of Twice cheered and hurried toward me. Sana was first of course, embracing me so tight that I couldn’t breathe.

“Y/N!” she squealed. 

Nayeon hugged me next, then Jihyo, Chaeyoung, Momo, and Dahyun.

“Finally my fellow ‘98 liner is back,” Dahyun teased, making me chuckle as she lightened my mood.

Joengyeon embraced me a bit too tight as well, pulling back with a tiny grin. 

“You look healthy, that’s great,” she said. 

I nodded and glanced over at Tzuyu, who kept her distance. Our eyes met, yet she didn’t smile or come over for a hug like her fellow members. She only perked her lips and waved. I wanted to scream; I felt like crying but I managed to hold the tears back again. 

Mina must have noticed as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. 

“Are you OK?” she asked. 

“Yeah,” I lied. “It’s great to see you guys again.” 

[ggukkiedae]

❝𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ a busy yoonmi bc being an idol while going to school isn’t easy 🤧 feat. yoongi bc i miss him and i hope he’s doing okay

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. requests and feedback are highly appreciated!

“Hey, princess,” Yoongi called as he knocked on the door of her hotel room. “You still alive in there? I brought food.”

There was no response from the other end of the door. Yoongi fondly shook his head as he took her spare key from his pocket. She was either working on her upcoming comeback, doing homework, or working on her contract with Mnet for Produce 101. He made his way into her room where he found her face down asleep on her bed with her laptop open in front of her. Yoongi set the food down on her little table and saved her document file before shutting her laptop and sitting next to her.

“Time to wake up,” he shook her shoulder. “You promised you’d eat before sleeping today.”

“Hm?” Yoonmi sleepily rubbed at her eyes and sat up.

She saw Yoongi and just groaned before dropping herself forward and onto Yoongi’s lap. She could feel him lightly shaking as he chuckled at her antics. He sat her up straight and stood to get their food from the table. He handed her the burrito he ordered for her then took out his own burger.

“Oppa, did you save my music history paper?”

“I did. What was it about?” He watched her as she gently unwrapped her burrito and bit into it.

“Rap music and hip hop culture in America,” she told him through a mouthful. “I figured I’d do that because that’s where I first started going with my brother to the underground.”

“I hope you’re not too stressed out,” Yoongi said while dabbing at her chin with a tissue. “With that and all the music you’re working on. How’s the songs for Produce?”

“Practically done!”

“And your comeback album?”

“In the works,” she smiled sheepishly. “I’ve got a few drafts, but nothing too final yet. They also want me to prepare a few more songs for next year while I still have a lot of time now.”

Yoongi followed her gaze to the black carrier in the corner of her room that held her equipment. He shook his head, already knowing what she was planning. He knew her too well. Mostly because she adapted a few of his habits after living with him for around six or seven years.

“No way, princess,” he told her. “You’re eating your food, and we’re going to let it digest for twenty minutes, then you’re going to sleep, okay? We have Bamgkok day 2 tomorrow.”

Yoonmi sighed. How did he know she was planning to work after he left the room? Then again, her staring would have been a dead giveaway. They ate in silence for the next fifteen minutes. She watched as Yoongi cleaned up their mess. He approached her afterwards, and she tilted her head at him in slight confusion.

“Get under the covers,” he instructed her while pulling back her blanket. She obeyed and found herself wrapped up in the warmth of both the hotel blanket and a blanket she brought from the dorm while Yoongi sat cross-legged next to her. He put on a calm playlist on his phone and gave her a little pat on the stomach.

“This is so weird,” she laughed. “I’m already seventeen, but you guys are treating me like I’m a baby.”

“You’re still technically our baby,” he told her. “You’re literally the company’s baby. You have been for seven years.”

“There are trainees younger than me now,” she stated proudly.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re still the nation’s makdungie,” Yoongi teased her before turning serious. “Hey, you ready to go back to the Philippines?”

Yoonmi thought for a bit. It wasn’t like anything bad happened there. All of her members had a fear of her running into her ex-parents while she was there. To be honest, she was scared of that happening, too. She wouldn’t let that ruin the concert for her.

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Yes, I am ready. My grandma’s going to be there with Yoonsung oppa. Plus, we’re filming the summer package in Palawan! This is bound to be fun.”

Yoongi smiled at her. He would have ruffled her hair, but it was already braided into her nightly french braids. He settled for patting her head instead and smiling when she grinned up at him. He could clearly see how she was definitely recovering from what her ex-parents did to her, and he was proud of her.

“Alright, that’s enough chit chat for you. I don’t want you falling asleep when we do rehearsals tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, oppa!”

“Goodnight, princess.”

Her schedule just kept getting busier and busier.

She enjoyed her Palawan stay with the members, but, next thing she knew, she had a schedule to get to back in Korea before she had to fly back to Manila for their concerts.

Yoonmi woke up a lot earlier than her members that day. She silently took a shower and got dressed into denim shorts and a black and white plaid button down. She made her way to the kitchen and looked at the clock. 2 in the morning. She groaned and took some bread and cheese. She made sandwiches for herself and for Sejin.

“Bless Sejin oppa for waking up this early to go with me on schedules,” she muttered to herself.

“He really works hard,” Jungkook said from the kitchen door. She jumped a bit before smiling at him.

“Go back to sleep, Ggukoo oppa,” she told him, “You have to wake up in three hours.”

“You’re going back to Korea?” Jungkook groggily asked while scratching his head.

“Yup,” she confirmed, “I have a guesting for Produce. The contract and all. I think they’re revealing me as the debuting band’s producer in this episode.”

“Tell Daehwi that I say hi,” Jungkook said. Yoonmi smiled and patted his cheek.

“Of course I will, but I don’t think I’ll actually see him since I’m mentoring rap today.”

She packed up the sandwiches and grabbed her backpack, “I’ll meet you in Manila tonight. Take care of my things.”

Jungkook hummed in confirmation, “Let’s eat out for dinner later.”

“We’ll see,” Yoonmi kissed his cheek, “Bye, Oppa. Go back to sleep.”

“Stay safe,” he sleepily kissed her forehead. She waved at him and slipped on her converse before she walked out the front door to meet Sejin in the car waiting for them. She got in the back since Sejin sat shotgun. She gave him a sandwich. Sejin smiled at her and thanked her.

The journey back to Korea was uneventful. She went two hours from Palawan to Manila then four hours directly after that from Manila to Seoul. After a total of six hours, she and Sejin arrived in Korea by 9 in the morning. They headed straight to Paju.

“Just a review,” Sejin began, “You’re a special coach today. According to Mnet, for broadcast purposes, you can spend some time after class, not during class, with your friends. Be friendly but serious, okay? You’re joining as a coach for rap.”

“Got it,” Yoonmi nodded, “I’ll work hard today, I promise.”

“Try to keep their spirits up,” Sejin smiled at her before leading her into the main building. The staff of Produce 101 greeted her on sight. She bowed in greeting to all the staff members there.

“Hi,” she smiled at them, “I’m BTS’s Miya. I’ll be the special coach today. Please take care of me.”

She bowed once more before she was called over by Sejin. He handed her a familiar pouch.

“Right,” Yoonmi realized, “I forgot that I haven’t put on makeup.”

Yoonmi then proceeded to sit on the floor in the center of the room where the lighting was good before proceeding to do her makeup. She did her base then a reddish-pink lip tint. She carefully did her eyeshadow and followed it up with eyeliner. She made a little wing before handing the makeup pouch back to Sejin at the door. The staff was calling.

It was time to help some trainees debut.

[zoehr]

Music is probably one of the most accessible forms of protest as it allows for the people who perhaps aren't comfortable with words or simply don't know how to phrase what they are trying to say to express their views. They provide a voice for those who haven't found theirs yet. There are specific instances within time that have seen certain songs become like the soundtrack for a protest. We shall overcome, a protest song that has spanned decades and has been used as a protest song since its conception. And more recently “we gon’ be alright” by Kendrick Lamar could be argued to be the chant of the Black Lives Matter protests. Kendrick’s famous line has also seen some controversy, and this is the most interesting thing I find about this song; it has also been used at pro-Trump rallies. The song has resonated with people from wildly polarised backgrounds and political spheres, music when open to interpretation has allowed for people to apply their own meanings and therefore facilitate wildly different schools of thought.  The same words can have several meanings and these double entendres are so frequently seen in the language of a protest.

https://slate.com/culture/2015/08/black-lives-matter-protesters-chant-kendrick-lamars-alright-what-makes-it-the-perfect-protest-song-video.html

BBC documentary- Hip Hop: The Songs That Shook America

[artisticestheticreads]

Mrs. Officer

A/N: Aight, so boom. Ya girl can’t sleep so I was up listening to this Apple 2008 Hip Hop playlist and this song came on. That’s when I got this idea. Hear me out. Our King of Oakland gets pulled over but ends up not minding. Hope y’all enjoy. This will have a couple parts or so...nah jk...unless....

WARNING: Police, unsafe driving, short (as hell) Erik being Erik and smutty situations.(It’s still fuck twelve though...)

SONG RECOMMENDATION: Mrs. Officer by Lil Wayne

WORD COUNT: 1213

It was a calm California day in December when one of the smoothest men in West LA rolled his navy blue 1990’s inspired low rider. He was listening to old school Lil Wayne with his right hand on the wheel and left on the outside of his window. The sun was still out and the streets still flowed with a plenty of people to check out how clean his ride was.

He stopped at a red light bopping his head to the beat when a 2019 cherry red Jaguar pulled up. The driver was a Latin looking guy who had hair gel back and gray eyes. The driver of the low rider looked at the man and straight ahead. He heard how the Jaguar revved up his engine. Then, all of a sudden the light turned green and they were off. They were neck at neck with one another, 80 mph in a 50 miles zone.

The low rider was in lead when he heard it and saw the flashing lights behind him. “Fuck, they always wanna fuck with someone”, the black man said slowly pulling over and turning his music down. The officer stepped out, pants tight and shoes clicking against the pavement. The driver held out his hands out the window with his license and registration. As a black man in America, he knew the protocol. He was “threatening”, intimidating at least. He stayed cool and chill.

“Hm, I see this isn’t your first time getting pulled over, huh brotha”, he heard. But this voice was so smooth like a songbird to his eardrums. So delicate like freshly done laundry and her scent was like cinnamon on a Christmas Day. The man looked up and couldn’t believe the vision in his sight. She stood there, brown skin looked as if it was kissed by God herself. Kinky hair in a slick back bun, eyes like chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Her figure...

“Damn”; she was thicker than a natural woman’s hair without a perm. She held a pad in her hands, clicking the pen. “Sir, you okay?” Her thick brow rose with the question. The man cleared his throat and looked up with a smirk. “I’m way better than okay, Mrs. Officer. How ya doing, beautiful?”

“Sir, do you know why I pulled you over”, she said as her hands grazed his fingertips to gather his stuff. He leaned into the window and up to look at her gorgeous, full, pink lips and said “nah, but I’m feeling in doe. Why did you pull me over, ma’am?”

“Well”, she looked at his license and back at him “Mr. Stevens, you were going a good 85 miles per hour back there. You could have hurt someone or worst. Yourself.” Mr. Stevens smirked up at her badge then looked at her hand before he went to her eyes. “Well, thank you Mrs. Officer Y/L/N. For making sure I was good but you must have not seen the muthafucka driving past me.”

Mrs. Officer rose her brow with a smirk as she pointed down the street making him look. There was the other car, pulled over and head into the hood getting cuffed. “Well, sir. You should be glad that I pulled you over and not that pasty ass bastard.” He smiled at her as she leaned down to his face. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”

She stood straight and made her way back to her car as she watched in the side mirror. He watched as her wide set hips went side to side making him getting in a trance. He had to thank Bast above for blessing him with an officer like that. He watched as she stood at her door, tucking her loose hair behind her ear and imagined how she would look with her fro out. Imagined her with just handcuffs and heels, with her behind in the air. Stevens imagined her riding him while her breasts bounced. His hands gripping onto her hips tightly and her huge ass bouncing like a two set of basketballs. He imagined them having wild, kinky sex while choking each other; resulting them in climaxing together.

“Mr. Erik Stevens”; her sweet voice pulled him back into reality. He looked up at her as she held out his stuff for him. His fingers caressed hers as he took the papers back. He looked at her eyes and smirk noticing her smirking back only a tad before saying “you’re free to go. I’m letting you off with a warning.”

“How come”, he asked and she knelt down to his eye level. “Because your record seems to be clean according to my system and besides you were just having a little too much fun. But if I catch you again doing this, you’ll be in very big trouble.” He chuckled and said “I guess all cops ain’t bad. I mean ya are bad but in a good way though. A beautiful way.”

She rolled her eyes and said “ya just saying that because I’m not giving you a ticket.” He looked up to her and shook his head. “Nah, I meant that shit. Pretty self out here protecting” Her eyes bored into his and he can see the lust in her eyes. “Aight, get outta here before I write ya a ticket”, she said with a smile and walking to her patrol car. He began to start the car but stopped; Erik look back at her about to get in then he hopped out, jogging to her. “Hey, Officer Y/L/N.”

She looked up to him and even though she was a solid 5’6, he was a giant compared to her. She got a better view of his physique. “Yes, Mr. Stevens.”

“Just call me Erik.”

“Can I help ya, Erik?”

He folded his arms and said “why a sista like you a cop anyways? Especially with all the shit happenin’ between our people and y’all?” She looked around with one eye shut then looked at him up and down with both eyes. “Well, that’s a long story and besides, I gotta head back to the station. It’s time to clock out.”

“What ya doing after work? Maybe we can meet up and you can tell me the ‘long story’.” Officer Y/L/N shook her head and said “can’t. I have to be home to get ready for a family event tomorrow.”

“Well, how ya gonna tell me the story then?”

“Strike two. One more and I’ll write ya a ticket”. He rose his brow and said “ya ain’t gonna write me a ticket.” She lifted up her pad and clicked her pen as she looked at him writing. He looked at her in disbelief and watched as she ripped the ticket off folded in hand, and took the carbon copy to place in her pocket. “Awe, farreal. Come on, Mrs. Officer.”

She opened her car door and said “I warned ya. Have a good night, Mr. Stevens” with a smile and drove off looking in the rear view mirror. Erik walked to his car door and was about to rip the ticket when he noticed something. There was no total but instead he read “310 555 7289, Meet at the Santa Monica Pier next Saturday. -Mrs. Officer”. He looked up to see her patrol car driving off into the distance and he couldn’t help but to smirk.

* 𝕋𝔸𝔾𝔾𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊 *

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[angeldolanx]

Chapter 8. /- late night Hollywood sign visit/

06.06.'19

To be honest Sophie was the only one who was able to make me forget about my plans for the night for a few hours. I still felt more energized and smiled and laughed more than usual. That's how excited I was and I couldn't even explain why. I mean I was definitely excited because of the fact, that I'm gonna finally see the Hollywood sign and even the thought that this beautiful city is going to be in front of me with the beautiful lights made me really excited. Oh, yeah and of course Grayson, but I tried to lie myself and tell myself that I am only excited because of the city, not because of him, of course..

After I got home my stomach let me know with laud growling that it's really time to eat something, because the last time when I ate was in the morning. I made myself a sandwich and with that in my hand I stood in front of my dresser. Of course I had no idea what should I wear for the night and I could feel how I got more and more stressed about it. The minutes just went by, I even finished my sandwich and still didn't knew what I wanted. After the stressful minutes I ended up picking a mom jeans, with a burnt orange body. The body was definitely sexy with the low cut in the front and in the back too, especially when I didn't even wore a bra with it. I wasn't too sure about it as I looked at myself in the mirror, but in the end it's America, and I am going out with the hottest dude ever, who probably didn't even gonna notice it, I am just overthinking, like always.

After a few minutes I was a bit confused when my phone started to ring with Grayson's picture on the screen. My first thought was he is gonna cancel the night and I was a bit disappointed already when I picked up the phone with a light sigh, which made Grayson's smiley face appear on my screen.

" What's up?"I asked.

"Nothing, I got bored and I wanted to see you" he said.

"You saw me a few hours ago, and you gonna see me again tonight" I smiled, while shook my head. He's excuse was cute but kinda confusing.

"And? I can't call you then?"

"Okay, you can see a live makeup tutorial from me if you want to" I laughed, while I brought a chair to my room, next to the mirror and placed my phone on it. " But don't stare, you're gonna make me blush."

"What else can I do?" he laughed. " Who are you trying to impress? "he added with a light smirk on his face.

" Myself " I said, while I tried to blend the eyeshadow on my eyes. As I looked back to the screen, Grayson just followed my movements. I was still confused why he called me and why was this whole thing exciting to him..

" That's why I like you."

"Why?"

"Because you wanna impress yourself first, not me" he said, while he pushed back his soft hair a bit.

" I already impressed you" I replied with a confident big smile on my face. Sometimes I really loved how I can say stuff without even thinking, and when I hear what I said out loud they as surprising to me as to someone else.

"True" he agreed. I was really surprised on his response. I thought he is gonna mock me or make fun of me because of my confident comment, but no. He really just agreed how much I impressed him.

After I finished my makeup I moved my phone with Grayson's beautiful face to my kitchen counter, and I turned on some music in my living room. Grayson basically could saw how I dance around in my house. How I go to the mirror, to put on my jewelers, or how I put on my favorite perfume. I didn't even payed attention to him as I sang Ariana Grande's song quietly and moved my hips around to the beat, while I typed back to Corinna's massage on my iPad.

Kiss me and take of your clothes.

" I should call you more often" said Grayson, with a smirk on his face.

"You should get up and get ready instead, because you should be here in 15 minutes and you are still laying in your bed and staring at me" I said with a light laugh and grabbed my phone to cancel the call. Okay, maybe I played Ariana Grande on purpose, who basically can give me the power and the confidence with her lyrics. I really needed this power and confidence as I moved around my hips in front of him, while I acted like I was just in my thoughts and didn't even realize what I'm doing. Well, I did and I did notice from the corner of my eye how he stared at me from my phone. It almost felt like I mesmerized him.

Half an hour later I waited in front of my house and started to feel angry, when he finally turned into the street with his indistinguishable Ford Braco. I smiled a little on the car and on the bright color, which was guiet loud even at night, under the lights.

" You're late" I said after I got into his car.

" Five minutes and it was because of you" he said while his eyes glanced down on my body before he looked into my eyes.

"Because of me?"

"Yeah" he nodded.

" Aw, I can't help that you can't take your eyes of of me" I replied with a laugh. He just rolled his eyes hearing my response and turned on the car again. " I never in my life saw a car like this" I looked around in the car. It was definitely not my style, but it was unique and pretty roomy.

" Don't you dare hurt his feelings" he looked at me, which made me laugh again.

" I wasn't planned to" I replied while I put my hands in front of my chest, acting like I am protecting myself. It was surprising to me how the days went I started to feel more and more comfortable next to him. You can tell how I laugh or joke around more without even thinking on it.

Our way to our destination was quiet but not awkward. Grayson concentrated to driving or hummed to the music that he played, while I just stared to the strange streets from the window. Los Angeles was huge with a bunch of driveways and huge traffic all the time. Maybe that's why I didn't even planned to drive in here, even though I had a driving licence for four years now.

Almost 20 minutes later Grayson pulled over to a dirt road and stopped the car. Basically a beautiful sight has come to us from the illuminated city. As soon as I got out from the car I just stared around and was mesmerized from the view. It was truly amazing.

"So basically the Hollywood sign is there" he pointed to the right " but the view is better from here."

" It's perfect " I said with a big smile on my face. I was not sure if I said this world to the view, to him or to this whole situation, but I was sure that it is true to all of them. I really didn't even saw myself before standing in here with a huge beautiful city in front of me. It's just seemed like a dream before, and that was the time, when I actually realized where I was and how thankful I needed to be for being there.

"Hop up" said Gray. I was not sure what he wanted, and when he saw my confused face he laughed lightly while he grabbed my waist and put me up to the hood of his car. It seemed like I didn't even had weight, he moved me like a doll.

" Have you been here before? " I asked after he sat next to me.

"Once, with Ethan" he replied. Okay, maybe I asked it because I was curious if this place was his secret date location or something, where he brought every girl to impress them, because we need to admit it would be perfect for it. " Are you cold?" he asked with a light grin, and looked down to my chest and than back to my eyes. I really tried to cover my grin as I hit his shoulder. He just laughed, and jumped down from the car, went to the back and came back with a blanket that he gave me.

" Seriously you could have done it in the cutest way, but no, you really chose this " I shook my head as I referred back to his comment and grabbed the blanket from his hand to put it over my shoulder. He just laughed loudly while he sat back next to me and turned his whole body to my direction. He seemed like he didn't really cared about the view.

As soon as he wanted to say something, his phone started to rang. I smiled how he took a sigh after saw Ethan's name on the phone who called him on FaceTime. He started to talk about some kind of video until Grayson got a little frustrated and stopped Ethan's membeling.

"Bro can we talk about this later? I am here with a view like this, and a girl like this and you didn't let me enjoy it " huffed Grayson, which made Ethan and me laugh.

"Don't worry, he already screwed up the romantic vibes" I said, while I moved closer to him, so I was on the screen too. I felt how my heart started to race faster as soon as I put my hand to Grayson's shoulder, and he put his on my waist to pull me even more closer. It's almost felt like the FaceTime with Ethan was just a weird excuse to us to get a little closer to each other.

"Hey, don't break my little brother's heart" said Ethan, which made me laugh even more, when I saw how Grayson made faces because of his comment. Probably because he was only 20 minutes younger.

"Oh, shut up. See you later" cancelled Grayson the call and put the phone to his pocket. I took my hand off from his shoulder, and his touch left my waist too, but I didn't moved away. Maybe the whole situation was less awkward when he put my legs on his, and rested his hands on my lower thighs, where he rested them earlier too in their house.

There was a long silence between us. I mostly payed attention to the view, while in my head I wished I could make the time go slower. It was just a moment where I wanted to enjoy every single second, with every smile, touch or word. I don't even remember the last time, when I wished that.

This was the second time today when I realized how much I loved to feel Grayson's eyes on me when I looked away from him and I really wanted to know what are his thoughts in that moment. As I turned my head back, there was a huge smile on my face as soon as I looked into his eyes. Something about him really just made me so comfortable.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked the question, that basically started everything on my rooftop a few days ago. The difference was that my thoughts in this moment were not something that I wanted to share with him in this time. They were thoughts, that I didn't even wanted to admit to myself.

" I don't really wanna say them out loud " I whispered.

"Why?" he asked. I didn't even realized how close he was to me. He was only a few inches away and our conversation become more whispering than talking. Even the thought how close I was to him made goosebumps on my spine. Instead of a good answer I looked down to his lips, stopped a few seconds there and looked back to his eyes to realize he did the same thing. I bit my lip and I was not sure, but probably that's why his grip became a little bit tighter on my thigh than before. Agh, I wished he bit my lips. At this point when he looked back to my eyes my whole mind was cloudy and my breathing was a lot heavier than before. "Can I kiss you? " he asked, which basically pushed my body to the deep eve more. There was a knot in my throat and a weird warmth permeated my whole body when I heard that question from him.

"Please " I whispered. He leaned closer to me, but didn't kissed me yet. He put my hair behind my ear and placed his hand on my face. I leaned my head even more to his hand, so I could get more from his touch. I wanted everything, what is him. When he placed his lips on mine I took a deep breath and my hand fisted on my lap, while his lips started to move slowly on mine and I lifted my hand to put it on his nape to caress his soft skin. When he brushed his tongue on my lips my whole body set on fire and I opened my mouth so my tongue can meet his. I could tell he wanted a more innocent and slower kiss, and I was the one who put a little bit more fire to our kiss. I moved even closer to him, and I tilted my head to the side to kiss him back more passionately. I felt how his body tensed up as he took my pace and his tongue danced with mine strongly and passionately. As I felt my body's reaction to this I know this was it. Only one kiss was enough to make me addicted. I really tried to push this feeling back when my heart whispered: he is different. It was just something what I never felt before that fast earlier. He was passionate but soft. I could tell that in the moment, my whole body was in his hands.

We didn't broke our kiss for long seconds. Our tongues moved in such a perfect phase, we didn't wanted to pull over from each other. It was only a few minutes, but it seemed an eternity. Every single thought in my head was about him and I totally forget where were we, who am I or who is he. It was just perfect, like everything on that night.

When we pulled over from our kiss, before I opened my eyes I bit my lip and as soon as I opened them I saw how he smiled with closed eyes for a few sec before opened them too and looked into my eyes. My stomach flipped because of the way he looked at me and I needed to let out the breath, that I hold in and didn't even realized. My lips still tingled and I really wanted to move closer again to feel his lips on mine. He was such a good kisser.

As he looked deep into my eyes I could feel how I slowly started to blush, so I looked away from him and tried to hold back my smile.

"It wasn't that easy before to make you blush" he said cockily and like immediately the cute side disappeared from me and the cold girl slowly appeared again.

"It's not" I looked back at him but now I was able to keep the eye contact without blushing or looking away, which made him spread a light smile on his face.

"You are not an easy type."

"I know" I said quietly and looked down to my hands that rested on my lap. My legs were still on his and we were still really close to each other. My parents always said to me that once I find someone I'm gonna have to change my hot headed and difficult personality, and I always snapped back to them and said I'm never gonna change because if I find someone, he probably gonna love me like this. Yes I am a strong minded and hard girl, that's why I want a confident and strong men next to me, who can handle me and I can't suppress him. "Everytime I have a silly argument with my dad he always says that he's not envy my future husband" I ended up saying out loud to him what was in my head. It was really obvious that I started to become more open with him and slowly started to say out random stuff to him.

"Me either" he chuckled.

"Hey, you didn't even saw me yet when I was really angry".

"I actually love how independent and confident you are, but I already know that you have a softer and cuter side as well" he replied. His words scared me a bit, there is no way that he already saw under my skin.

"I should hide it even more than" I sighed.

We spent a few hours there, on the hood of his car and just talked. I absolutely loved when he switches of his mind and he starts to talk about random things that came up to his mind without filters.He was open about some fun childhood stories but he started to be more open about more serious topics too. Like he said that he can be really anxious sometimes, or he has asthma since he was a child. Everytime I heard him talk and I started to know him more I just realized that there is so many things in us, that is similar. He has a strong look too, like the one that I saw on the tattoo salon where he looked super intimidating, but he has softer version as well with jokes and deep emotions. Everyone has their own demons and I liked him even more when I realized that he isn't as perfect as he seemed.

Me and probably him as well was surprised when I moved closer to him again and leaned my head on his shoulder to stare for a few minutes to the view. I felt like he attracts me so much that I'm gonna lose my mind if I couldn't feel him closer to myself. But his reaction was even more surprising. He doesn't got tense or embarrassed, he just put his arm around my waist and continued his story. I knew if I am not careful this man is gonna ruin my life.

The strong attraction was still there when we decided to leave. As I went to the passenger seat's door I looked at him with a confused look for following me there instead of sitting to the car in the other side.

"I wanted to be a gentleman and open the door for you, if you would let me" he sighed resentfully, while I just giggled and leaned my back against the car as I looked up at him. Now it was his turn to look at me confused. To be honest I wasn't too sure eather about what am I doing, but the now or never thought made me wanna do it. I put my hand on his wrist, I stood more apart and pulled his body closer to mine. His large body could cover mine entirely as he looked deep into my eyes and saw how he clenched his jawline. I was sure he already knew what I wanted but he waited on purpose to let me control. From his wrist my hand moved to his chest, and I felt under my fingers how the muscles tightened and he took a big sigh. I bit my lip as I looked up into his eyes and my hand roamed upper till it was on the back of his neck and I was able to pull him lower, so I can kiss him. The same fire came back to my body that was there a few hours ago when his lips touched mine, and I was surprised how passionate and heated he was as soon as our tongues met. My heart started to race in my chest, while he put his hands on my hips, grabbed it slightly before they started to move lower and he leaned his head to the left to deepen up the kiss even more. I was sure he felt how my body heated up and I sighed into the kiss as he placed his palms on my butt and grabbed it slightly. I moved my body even more close to his as I put my arms around his neck and that moment my head was way too foggy and I could feel the tingling feeling in my lower stomach. Fck, if he would know how much impact he has on my body.. Our kiss was hard, passionate while his hands were still on my butt and I run mine through his soft hair. This kiss was a lot more heated than the one on the car, even though it wasn't either a romantic soft kiss. It's just like as soon as our lips touch the heat takes hold and we just want more and more..

When our lips left each other's I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself down, while Grayson run his hand through his hair and tilted his head back with closed eyes. I was still trapped between his large body and the car and one of my hand still rested on his forearm I tried to stop my thoughts in my head to calm myself more down.

"Can I be a gentleman now, and open the door for you?" he asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Sure" I chuckled and I put my hands on his hips to push him a little bit to the side so I can step away to give him space to open the door.

"Ma'am" he looked at me charmingly. As he looked into my eyes I saw that there was a different sparkle there. Maybe our kiss had a impact on him as well, but at the end of the day I loved how he looked at me.

After I politely thanked his movement I hopped into the car and took a deep sigh till I was alone and he went around the car.

Our way home again was quiet. The radio played in the background while I looked out in the window and tried to process what happened on this night. I already wished I could relive those moments, they were so intense.

"Did you have fun?" he looked to my eyes after he stopped the car in front of my house and leaned on the steering wheel.

"Yeah, thanks for bringing me there" I replied with a light smile and I already knew that probably that is what he said, about my soft and cute side. It's came back again, when I leaned closer and placed a kiss on his face, that was probably half on his cheek and half on his lips and after a quick good night I was out from the car. From the door I looked back and saw his big smile, that made me chuckle but before anything else would happen I opened the door and went inside. For a few moments I leaned against the door and closed my eyes. I can't act like high schooler who was on a date with his crush. - I thought, but in those minutes I was so happy that I didn't even cared about these thoughts. I was sure it was the best tick on my list yet, and probably the best date too that I've ever been...

- late night Hollywood sign visit√

[bobbyonboard]

You and I [John Deacon x Reader]

Summary: Based off of some anons @deacytits was getting in regards to different articles of clothing you wanted the boys to be wearing/you wanted to wear while they fucked you, this just wouldn’t leave my brain until I word vomited it all out. John Deacon. Montreal. Leather jacket.

Warnings: swearing, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, it’s lots of build up and then just smut.

Word Count: 5.8k

Author’s Note: Okay, this is my first jump back into writing in a long time. Please be kind, I’m a very sensitive person LOL.

Montreal, 1981

The crowd was deafening before the music had barely started. You were standing just hidden enough behind a black curtain on stage right, arms crossed and a hand on your chest, almost trying to get your own breathing under control. Just two more, you thought to yourself. Tonight and the next night and then ‘The Game Tour’ would be over.

It wasn’t that the tour had been unpleasant; on the contrary, it had been amazing. Each city, each crowd, louder, bigger, and hungrier than the last. Being able to top it all off with a recorded performance? The icing on the cake.

Well, it should have been. But the director had been a bit of a prat, none of the boys agreed with his camera angles, his odd way of shooting. His incessant hounding of them for the project probably didn’t put the best spin on things either, but it would be good in the long run. That’s what Miami kept telling them, anyway.

The introduction was getting louder, the crowd wilder, and the lights above the stage were beginning to slowly open up, flashing every once in awhile and making the fans scream each time. With each glimpse of light, you looked over to see the faces of the boys you’d known for ten years, bathed in hues of reds, greens, blues, and yellows.

Brian was on the opposite side of the stage, and you could barely make out his face in the dark, only able to see his curls whenever the lights came back up. You glanced to your immediate left, seeing Roger start to head towards the back of the stage in a moment of darkness, shaking his hands out to relieve a mixture of nerves and excitement. Freddie was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, clapping his hands above his head and twisting at his hips, reminiscent of a fighter preparing for a match.

It was almost as if your eyes had instinctively saved the best for last. You looked slightly to Freddie’s left to see your husband of six years, John, nervously nodding his head to a beat that was playing in his own head, his bass held tightly in his hands. He didn’t spare a glance over at you and you weren’t the least bit offended. After ten years of doing this, they all had their own quirks and things they did before a performance, and you certainly weren’t going to get in the way of that. You just watched from your spot in the corner, your own nervous energy starting to bubble up into your chest.

You knew the introduction well enough now, that after a certain ‘clap of thunder’, you watched as John began to make his way onto the stage first, Roger climbing up behind his drum kit, and a guitar ringing through the monitors signaled that Brian had just come on stage as well. After a few opening notes, Freddie ran out behind them, and you let out a breath that you’d been holding ever since the lights had begun to flash. It was finally underway.

You were able to settle in comfortably in your viewing spot, your foot tapping to the faster-paced “We Will Rock You”, your fingers digging into your bare arms. It was absolutely freezing in Montreal, the highest it managed to get that day was a balmy thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit, so by this point in the evening, it was dipping dangerously close to the teens. But you knew how hot it got in every place they played, thousands upon thousands of bodies packed into an arena would make anyone’s body temperature skyrocket. So you opted for jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, knowing you’d prefer not to have to keep up with a jacket all night long. Besides, the only time you’d be outside would be the short, brisk walk from the venue to the limo that would wait for you and John outside.

When your mind drifted to your husband, you snapped out of the slight daze you were in so you could look around the stage for him. A small smile crept across your lips as you watched him dance across the stage during a particularly jamming section of “Let Me Entertain You”, and it was only then under the bright lights of the stage did you really get a good look at him.

He was wearing a monochromatic blue outfit, matching shades for his tight pants and shirt. The colors were only broken up by the bright white sneakers he wore, and a black leather jacket. Your shifted your weight slightly as you let your eyes rake over his entire body, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. God, he looked good. Really good. Especially good. Jesus, when did he get so…

You shook your head slightly as if the act would physically remove the thoughts from your brain. Of course John had always been sexy, it’s one of the things that drew you to him so many years ago. You’d seen him go through so many stages of style, hair, and clothes, but you had to admit, he seemed older, somehow. More mature. More sure of himself. Watching him strut around the stage, popping his leg in the air as he spun around, and before you even knew what was happening, your thighs were clenching together of their own accord.

Somewhere between “Play the Game” and “Somebody to Love” the leather jacket had been removed, much to your disappointment, but watching John’s muscles flex as he worked a particularly fast bass line, or the way his t-shirt stretched across his chest certainly wasn’t anything to complain about. However, your mind still drifted back to the image of him in that leather jacket every once in awhile.

Whenever there was a break or a particularly long guitar solo, you stayed tucked away in your corner of the wings. You knew they were all in a particular headspace for the duration of the show, so you just watched from afar as John paced around, sipping on whatever drink was in his hand before heading back out on stage.

Your heart felt a sudden tug, wishing you’d had more time with him before the show. You’d had to fly in separately, and had only made it about two hours before showtime. Just enough time to have a cuddle with your husband, laugh and talk with the group and the crew, and grab a bite to eat before they were being whisked away to get dressed and get ready. But you knew you’d have plenty of time later, and the thought calmed you for now.

When “Another One Bites the Dust” began to blast through the speakers, you smirked a little to yourself, hips popping from side to side just slightly. The song had been released just over a year ago, and you thought about how successful it was, how it really shot Queen to the top over in America, and how it had done absolute wonders for John’s confidence. It was the boost he needed, the extra push to really make him more vocal in rehearsals, to press for his songs to be included just like the others. You were beyond proud of him, your chest swelling as you watched him hop and bounce along the stage.

You still had chills every time you heard “We Are the Champions”, watching as the crowd sang along, the entire building coming together for those moments, and by the end of the song, when the boys were taking their final bows to Brian’s rendition of “God Save the Queen”, you’d practically forgotten about the leather jacket and all the sinful, dirty things you’d wanted to do to your husband.

You quickly moved over so you were waiting for them as soon as they got off the stage, feeling a little bad that there wasn’t anyone else there, family-wise. Chrissy and Dominique were both back in London, unable to make it for this leg of the tour, so you tried to make sure your smile was extra enthusiastic when they filtered by you.

“Wonderful, as always, boys!,” you grinned, pecking Roger’s cheek as he walked by, chuckling as his own smile was growing by the second on his face.

“It was, wasn’t it?,” he smirked, voice dripping with a smugness that made you want to roll your eyes, if it wasn’t for the tinge of pride that coated his words.

“If the fucking cameras weren’t so distracting,” Brian huffed, walking behind him, and you gently patted his shoulder.

“It’s going to be great, don’t worry about it. You were great,” you added with a small smile, and he gave you one in return, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Thank fuck that’s over!,” you heard Freddie shout, his voice scratchy and breaking on the last syllable. “Y/N, it’s wonderful to see you as always, darling,” he told you, leaning down to brush his lips against your cheek before running off, leaving you there just shaking your head, unable to even get out your words of praise for the frontman.

“Nothing for me?” a soft voice said from beside you, and you turned with a grin, arms immediately opening for John.

“You were perfect. You’re always perfect,” you hummed, draping your arms on his shoulders, leaning up for a soft, warm kiss. Your hands drifted up to his hair, giving his relatively newly grown curls a soft squeeze.

As the two of you pulled away from each other, John’s hands moved from your waist up to your arms, rubbing them lightly. “You’re going to freeze to death outside,” he warned, fingertips tracing down from your elbow to your fingertips, lacing your fingers together as you started the fast-paced walk towards the back of the venue.

You just shrugged, not able to imagine being cold at this moment, beads of sweat at the base of your hairline from the heat backstage, and from your earlier impure thoughts. The same thoughts that were creeping back now that John’s calloused fingers were brushing against your knuckles, practically able to feel the warmth radiating from him.

As everyone began rushing around backstage, a few people coming up to each member of the band and making sure they had a drink, a cigarette, or whatever else they desired, you thought back to the early days. How the four of them would all go back to a shared room and get changed into their regular clothes together, girlfriends and wives laying on couches, roadies laughing and tossing things to each other to pack up. Sometimes they would go out and party, or even just get some dinner together. These days, they just each got in their own limousine and took off towards whatever evening entertainment they wished.

The further you got from the stage, the more your skin began to prickle with goosebumps, and God, where was that cold air coming from? You looked ahead to see the back doors had been propped wide open, with trucks backed up to the entry way for easy access to load up all the equipment.

“Don’t.” you warned, not even having to look at your husband to know he was giving you that glare, the one he saved for when he knew he had been right about something.

“I didn’t say anything!” he held his free hand up in surrender, but you looked over to see a small smirk on his lips, and you rolled your eyes so hard you thought they might roll out the open doors.

It was just a moment later as everyone lined up to start the mad dash to the limos waiting outside when John turned to look over his shoulder. “Ratty!” he called out, his roadie looking up from a conversation with another crew member.

“Yeah, Deaks?,” he responded, exhaling a mouthful of smoke and giving you a smile and a wave. “Hey, Y/N!”.

“Have you got my jacket?” John asked, and Ratty nodded his head, stepping back into the dressing room around the corner and returning with the  aforementioned item. “Thanks,” he nodded, taking it from the roadie’s hands and holding it open.

“Arms in,” he told you, and it felt almost like a parent dressing a toddler.

“But now who’s the one that’s going to freeze?!,” you huffed, arms crossing over your chest and narrowing your eyes slightly. “You’re the one who needs to wear it, I’ll be fine for a quick walk to the car,” you attempted to assure him, but your body betrayed you, a shiver running up your spine and down into your fingertips and toes as your finished your sentence.

John just rolled his eyes, popping his hip to the side which proved he was settling in, not planning on moving until you did what he suggested. “I’ve been sweating for two hours, I think it’ll be alright,” he told you, raising an eyebrow as he held the jacket out towards you.

You muttered under your breath something about a stubborn bastard, ignoring the way his lips turned up slightly when you began to put your arms through the black leather, wrapping it around your middle.

“Looks nice,” he commented, draping an arm around your shoulders and dropping a kiss to your temple before leading you towards the back entrance.

You nuzzled into his side, head tucked comfortably under his chin as you walked, your arm wrapped around his waist, sneaking your thumb under the the hem of his t-shirt to rub lightly at his warm skin, causing him to jump slightly.

“Colds hands!,” he whined, pinching your arm playfully, although you could barely feel it through the leather. “And to think, I was willing to freeze to death for you,” he sighed dramatically, but he let out a huff of air when a bodyguard opened the doors in front of you, a cold wind smacking the two of you in the face.

You clutched tighter to your husband, face turned to try and block out some of the cold, and almost running to your waiting limousine. You practically jumped inside, curling up with John and immediately sticking your hands in front of the vents, feeling the heat blasting out in the already warm car. “”Fuck, it feels good in here,” you moaned, rubbing your hands together.

“Bloody freezing,” John was muttering to himself as the door shut behind him, and the driver started towards the hotel, ready to make a change if requested.

You flopped back against John, head laying on his chest as you closed your eyes, enjoying the heat. It was quiet for a few minutes, you knew John had to be tired. Between their non-stop few days and your long flight from earlier, the different time zones were neither of your friend.

“Sleepy?,” you heard him ask you, brushing your hair out of your face, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, and you made a noncommittal noise.

“A little. We can go somewhere, if you want,” you told him, noticing the driver’s ears perk up slightly, ready to turn somewhere else and adjust his route if need be.

“No, we’ll go out tomorrow, I’m sure. Last night of the tour and all. Besides, you’ve had quite the day, haven’t you?,” he smiled, fingers tracing along your chin and jawline.

“Hasn’t been so bad,” you smiled up at him, stretching out slightly, your shirt riding up to show a sliver of skin on your middle before you relaxed once more against his chest. “Bet you’re hungry, though. We can order room service,” you offered, playing with his fingers and noticing they were slightly swollen, so you just began to massage them gently.

John hummed slightly at the feeling, his own eyes fluttering closed for a few moments as your worked his knuckles and fingers. “Food sounds good. Especially if I can eat it laying down,” he chuckled softly, looking out the window and bracing himself for the cold. “Up, up, we’re here, love,” he told you, holding his hands in front of the vents for a few moments to prepare them for even a few seconds of cold.

You sighed as you sat up, tugging John’s jacket tighter to your chest and taking a deep breath before your driver got out and opened the door. The two of you practically ran inside, pleased that you had seemed to beat the crowd of press that usually camped outside of whatever hotel the band stayed at.

The two of you immediately slowed down the second you were inside, thankful for the heat as you reached out and pressed the ‘up’ button for the elevator, leaned against John’s side the entire time. You shuffled in once the doors opened, yawning slightly once they closed and the elevator began it’s ascension. Someone from the crew had taken your luggage to the hotel earlier, and you were never more thankful than in that moment, able to just follow John to the hotel suite and not have to do anything. “What sounds good?,” you asked, looking around at the large room and smiling a little to yourself. Ten years later, and you’d never get used to the lavish rooms and gifts.

“I’d kill for a pizza,” he called over his shoulder, going to kick off his shoes and groaning when his feet stretched out, heading into the bathroom to find some ibuprofen and fill a glass with water.

“Pizza it is then!,” you announced, snatching the menu off of the table and giving it a quick glance. You saw where the restaurant had an entire section for pizza, so you picked up the phone, placing your order of a pizza, two bottles of wine, and a slice of cheesecake before you hung up.

John had flopped down on the couch in the suite’s living room, stretched out completely as he lazily watched whatever was on TV, and you shuffled over slowly, standing in front of him. “Hi,” he smiled, reaching out to take your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Hi,” you responded in kind, putting one knee by his hips, throwing your leg over him so you were straddling his lap, flopping down so your entire weight was on his body, causing him to let out a soft ‘oof’ at the sudden addition. “You’re comfy,” you hummed, closing your eyes and trying not to slip into too relaxed of a state.

“Wish I could say the same for you,” he teased, yelping when reached down to pinch his side. “Kidding, kidding!,” he giggled, and you just stuck your tongue out, nuzzling your face into his neck, the two of you lazily watching ‘Singing in the Rain’ as it played as the late evening movie.

You had just finally gotten completely comfortable, John’s hand rubbing slowly at the small of your back when you heard a knock at the door.

“C’mon, food,” John mumbled, giving your rear a gentle pat, giggling softly when you made an indignant noise before getting up. You walked over to the door, but managed to put on a smile for the man who pushed in the tray, putting the plates of food on the table, and pouring two glasses of wine before bidding you two a nice evening, leaving almost as quickly as he came.

“God, I’m starving,” you groaned, settling into one of the chairs at the table, putting a few slices of pizza on your plate and taking a sip of your wine, humming at the taste.

You and John ate mostly in a comfortable silence, more focused on alleviating your hunger than anything else. You talked a bit about what he’d missed by coming out for the end of this tour early, how things were going, what the plans were in terms of a new album. He wanted more of a disco sound, and you tried to hide your laugh with a large bite of pizza thinking about how Brian was going to react to that.

Most of the pizza, all of the cheesecake, and a bottle of wine was polished off before you popped open the second bottle, pouring you both another glass before you moved from your seat back into your seat from earlier--your husband’s lap.

“Mmm, hi,” you smiled, taking a sip of your wine before putting the glass on the table behind you, your arms wrapping loosely around John’s shoulders.

“Hi,” he grinned back, much like your earlier conversation, placing his own glass on the table before letting his hands move to your hips. “You know, I quite like this jacket on you,” he commented, giving the bottom of it a little tug.

You stretched your back slightly, turning and making a semi-seductive pose that had you both dissolving into a fit of giggles after a few moments. “I quite like this jacket on you,” you responded, pushing your finger into his chest for an added effect. “You looked so good tonight, John,” you whispered, fingertips gently tracing along his jawline, your foreheads pressed together as you moved a bit closer.

“Yeah?,” he asked huskily, voice thick with arousal, but there was a slight tinge in his voice that sounded secretly pleased, almost relieved, that you thought so. Married six years, but there was always that nagging voice in the back of his head that you’d find someone better. Especially when he was compared to people like Roger and Brian every day.

“God, John,” you whimpered, and Christ, you could already feel how hard he was underneath of you, and you gave a tentative roll of your hips, relishing in the soft noise he made in response. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. These pants,” your purred, your lips barely an inch or two from his, and your hands had moved now to rub lightly at his hips. “This shirt,” you added, hands sliding up to his sides, fingernails gently raking across the soft material. “And this,” you grinned wickedly as your hands went to tug at the edge of the leather jacket you were still wearing. “Took my breath away, baby,” you whispered, and God, you hoped if you somehow got to Heaven, it was just a constant loop of the soft whimper that John just let slip past his lips.

“Missed you,” was all he managed to get out, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, his arms tightening around your waist, pushing you flush against him, and now it was your turn to let out a sinful mewl, your fingers moving up to tangle in those beautiful curls.

“I missed you mo--oh!,” you gasped as John suddenly stood up, keeping you held tightly in his arms. You were giggling now, biting lightly at your bottom lip as he carried you wordlessly to the bedroom, and you felt your heart ache a little at how one side of the bed was still carefully made, thinking about him sleeping alone for the past few days.

John sat on the edge of the bed, keeping you in his lap as he swung his legs up, leaning against the headboard and giving your hips a light squeeze. “What were you saying, Y/N?,” he asked with a grin, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling brightly if you tried.

“That I missed you. I really, really missed you,” you hummed, hooking your fingers under the hem of his blue t-shirt, tugging it over his head immediately. God, you’d never get tired of this sight, the way he looked up at you like he’d just won the lottery, a mixture of elation and pure love.

“Show me?,” he whispered, licking his lips as he studied your features, his hands moving around to your ass as he squeezed gently, pushing you down against his thighs.

You reached between the two of you and unbuttoned his pants slowly, your fingers gently tugging his zipper down, never once breaking eye contact. You just slid your hand down his chest, tugging the extra material out of the way before your fingers wrapped slowly around his cock, eyes lighting up when John’s head fell back and a low moan rumbled in his chest.

“So hard for me, baby,” you purred, stroking him slowly, surely. Your thumb brushed lightly across the weeping head of his cock, rubbing the bit of precome across his flushed skin.

“Fuck, Y/N--,” he choked out, and you knew he’d had this pent up for awhile, He was always a little clingy if you’d been apart for too long, even a few days could make him a needy, wanting mess.

“Shhhh, baby. I’ve got you. Let me take care of you, hm?,” you cooed, stroking him a bit more before pulling away, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth when he whined at the loss of contact. “You were so amazing tonight. God, so fucking perfect,” you whispered, moving so you were standing beside the bed. You leaned over, slowly pulling his pants down his legs, tossing them, along with his underwear, over into the corner, leaving him naked before you.

Taking a step back, you gave him a seductive grin, gently removing his leather jacket and placing it on the bed. Your fingers danced across your own skin, hooking under the edge of your shirt and tugging it over your head, your black, lacy looking marvellous against your skin. You popped the button of your jeans carefully, giving your hips a slight wiggle as you pushed them down your legs, and you could practically feel John’s eyes boring a hole into your body with the intensity of his stare. You reached behind you, gently unhooking your bra and letting it immediately fall to the floor, in no real mood to tease John any longer, especially with the way he’d started to stroke himself, hips rolling up as he fucked his fist, mouth hanging open slightly.

You practically shoved your panties onto the floor, about to crawl back on the bed when the leather jacket caught your eye. You picked it up with a mischievous grin, putting it back on your naked body, and feeling your wetness grow between your legs as John moaned your name.

“Lay down for me, my love,” you whispered, letting John move so he was laid down completely, his head resting on the pillows, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach. You didn’t think you’d seen anything so wonderful in your life.

Carefully placing your knees on either side of John’s, you took him once more into your hand, stroking him as you looked up through your lashes, smirking a little to yourself when he let out a small huff of frustration.

“Are you just going to sit there looking like that all night?,” he asked, and no matter how hard he tried, his words could never really sound annoyed at you. It made your heartbeat quicken, and you leaned down a bit more.

“No, I have other plans,” you hummed, your legs tucked up under you as you leaned forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

“”Fuck!,” John cried out, immediately thrusting into your mouth, his hand moving to tangle in your hair and give it a gentle tug. “Christ, Y/N,” he was panting now, already a mess above you and you only had half of his dick in your mouth.

His actions were enough to spur you on, your free hand rubbing lightly at the inside of his thigh while you took his length deeper, relaxing your throat until you felt the head of his cock slip inside, causing tears to prick the corners of your eyes.

John was now a whimpering, moaning mess above you, trying his absolute best to keep his hips still, letting you do your work. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to your hot, wet mouth, the way it accepted almost every inch of his cock perfectly.

Your headed bobbed up and down slowly, humming softly around his dick as you took in the sight above you, admiring the way he was looking at you like you were God’s gift specifically for him.

You snuck a hand down between your thighs, spreading your legs enough so John got a real show, a finger dipping between your wet folds and plunging into your heat, allowing you to moan sinfully, the vibrations going straight to John’s cock. You didn’t dare touch your clit just yet, you wanted to wait until you were nice and full.

Pulling off of your husband’s dick with a soft ‘pop’, you grinned up at him wickedly, licking your lips. Your smile turned more loving and less cheeky when you felt his hand go from your hair to your cheek, thumb brushing under your eye for a quick moment before he extended both arms to help you maneuver back to his lap.

“You’re perfect, you know that?,” he whispered, hands moving to your hips, and you began to rock down against him, the juices from your now throbbing pussy spreading along his cock.

You blushed slightly at his words, your skin beginning to heat up as you moved a little faster. “John, I need you,” you whispered, lifting yourself to your knees and reaching between your legs. Without so much as a warning, you pressed the head of his cock to your entrance, and sank down on him slowly.

“Shit--,” he gasped, his grip tightening on your hips, rocking his hips up to get as deep inside of you as he possibly could. “So tight for me, baby. So wet,” he moaned, looking up at you through his lashes, absolutely lost in how breathtaking you looked.

The moans and mewls you were letting out couldn’t be stopped, feeling John so deep inside of you. You reached down to put a hand on his chest for balance, and after a few moments of just enjoying your husband inside of your tight heat, you began to roll your hips, a string of curses and his name leaving your lips as you felt him hit all of the right places.

It was lazy, it was loving, and God, it was amazing. Small little movements that drove the two of you wild, one of John’s hands moving up to let his thumb brush lightly against the underside of your breast before moving a bit higher, his hand under the cool leather of the jacket to feel the heat of your skin.

“I love you,” he groaned softly, his curls beginning to stick to his forehead from the thin layer of sweat that was now covering his body.

“I love you, too,” you moaned, head thrown back in sheer ecstasy as your hips moved to a slightly different angle, causing John to go even deeper inside of you, the head of his cock pressed right up against your sweet spot.

The noise you let out with pornographic, almost doubling over in pleasure as you leaned forward, and for the first time that evening, your lips met. The kiss was desperate, loving, and hot; everything the two of you needed in that moment. John managed to sit up, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and move more to your knees, bouncing sinfully on his cock.

“So beautiful, baby. Absolutely perfect,” he whispered, your foreheads pressed together as you pressed soft, quick kisses to each other’s lips. The leather was sticky between the two of you, but John didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so close to Heaven in his life.

One hand slid up into John’s hair, pulling him closer for another round of messy, passionate kisses, and your husband seemed to know you better than you knew yourself. He reached down with his free hand and began to rub your clit with his middle finger and thumb, just the way he knew you liked it.

“John!,” you gasped, clenching around his cock inside of you as you felt yourself get closer, your fingers grabbing almost painfully at his curls as you kept him close.

The proximity of his face to your chest made it easy for him to push his jacket open a bit more, quickly letting his lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking, licking, and biting at the hard bud until he was satisfied. Only once you were writhing in his lap did he turn to it’s twin, and he could practically feel the way your body was trying to keep itself upright from the overstimulation it was receiving.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?,” he whispered against your breast, voice low and heavy with passion. “Gonna come on my cock?”.

Those words were going straight to your soaked cunt, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer with each roll of your hips, John’s cock going deeper and deeper. You nodded, unable to even form a coherent sentence at this point.

John knew you were close, his own orgasm was within reach. He quickened his pace, moving his face up so he could nip at your bottom lip as he began to lift his hips against yours, wanting to be as deeply inside of you as possible.

“Come for me, Y/N.”

That was all you needed. You let out a sharp cry as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your pussy spasming around John’s hard cock inside of you, causing you to whimper his name with each wave of pleasure.

A handful of thrusts later had John spilling his load into you with a groan, biting lightly at your bottom lip as he gripped your hips tightly, keeping you on top of him as he filled your dripping wet pussy with his come.

The two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, the only sounds your heavy breathing and the soft mewls you let out whenever he would shift inside of you. Once you two had managed to get your breathing under control, you moved off of your husband and tossed the jacket on the ground before laying down, your head resting on his chest.

“Don’t get too comfy, let me clean you up,” he yawned, leaning down to kiss your forehead before he got up, going to get a washcloth, rinsing it with warm water before he came back to wipe you down, unable to keep the smirk from his face when you whimpered a little, still sensitive.

“Don’t look smug,” you teased, but you yawned in the middle, taking out a bit of the sting of your words.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” he chuckled, crawling back into bed and covering you both with the duvet, pulling you up against him. “I’m glad you’re here,” he sighed, and you smiled a little against the warmth of his neck.

“Me too,” you whispered, closing your eyes and finally allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

[oohfluffy]

DDND Ch.13 | KJI

Group: EXO

Member: Kim Jongin

Theme: Fluff | Dancer!AU | Dormmmate!AU

Word Count: 2,194

❀ Chapter 13: Troublemaker Baby ❀

You woke up at 8 in the morning with a forming agenda in your mind. You quickly went to your own bathroom, brushed your teeth and put your hair in a messy bun.

It was Saturday.

Yep, the Saturday you were so excited to come. (Note the sarcasm)

After freshening up, you went back to your room and went out.

"Oh. Goodmorning, babe."

Your head immediately turned to the voice.

Kai just closed his door and walked towards you, of course, with his famous smirk.

"Y-Yeah. Goodmorning." You stuttered but quickly recovered as you turned your back towards him.

"Hmm." Kai hummed as he matched his pace with you, glancing at your face. You walked faster and reached the end of the stairs.

"You're up early today, huh?" You heard Kai commented as he followed you to the dining area.

You saw that Aunt Sunny made chicken soup for today's breakfast. You went to the fridge and grabbed a huge bottle of water before walking back to the table.

"Uh huh." You said as you sat down in front of him.

You started putting soup on your own bowl and then water in your glass. You started eating, casually taking glances at Kai.

"What the hell, Jongin." You muttered.

Kai just smirked, still staring at you as you eat.

"What? Is it wrong to stare at you?"

"Obviously yes." You snickered, shoving a spoonful of soup in your mouth.

"Why?" Kai asked teasingly as he continued observing you.

"Because I don't like it." You snapped at him before drinking water.

"But I like it, babe."

You shook your head, trying to deny that Kai's spell is working on you.

You thought of anything that you can talk about so it won't be this awkward.

"Oh!" You exclaimed as you remembered why you got up so early.

"What is it?" Kai asked, amused at you sudden outburst. He chewed on the chicken bits he got from his soup before grinning at you.

Why does he always look so seductive?

"I heard that DanWiMu is having its anniversary today?" You started as you placed your glass back on the table.

"Yeah." Kai nodded but tilted his head after. "How'd you know?"

"You know that Tiffany unnie is Sehun's sister, right? So, she told me." You explained.

"Ah."

You gulped. You really wanted to know about his performance with Seulgi but wouldn't that be suspicious?

YAH! Why would it even be suspicious? I'm friends with his partner, so asking would be okay... Right?

"Uhm." You cleared your throat as you looked at him. "You're performing?" You asked, trying to be casual about it.

Kai stared back in your eyes.

Is he trying to read my mind or something? Why is he looking at me like that? Oh my ghad why am I being so paranoid?

And then his lips curved into a smirk.

"Why are you suddenly curious, babe?"

You instantly looked away from his eyes. Your gaze dancing around the house, trying to find anything interesting.

"W-Well.. uhm.."

Your brain was in a mess.

You can even imagine your brain cells running around and bumping onto each other as they find a reasonable explanation.

As you fortunately found it, you looked back at him with a confident smile.

"Well, Joohyuk and Tiffany unnie invited me to go tonight. I was only asking if I'll see you perform..." You said, standing up with your bowl and glass.

"Really?" You heard the playfulness in Kai's voice. You turned your back on him and went to the sink.

"Really."

"Okay then. I'm actually performing with my friend."

Friend?! Daebak.

"Nice." You mumbled, quickly washing your bowl.

"You're not gonna ask who's my friend, baby?"

You almost choked on your saliva at Kai's sudden change of nickname.

Babe? Now baby? Are you trying to kill me now, Kim Jongin?!

"Why would I? I mind my own business, Kai. Please stop calling me—"

"If you don't ask then I'll tell you. Remember the one who I told you I'm meeting with last three days ago? Her name's Seulgi."

Blah blah blah.

You knew you were making faces as he spoke but you admit that you're jealous.

So jealous.

"She just came back from America. She's pretty, heck, she's even a good dancer. I think it's fate that she became my partner—"

You wiped your hands with a towel near you and walked towards the stairs.

"Really? Goodluck then." You said, waving your hand as you went back upstairs.

Kai watched as your figure was out of his sight with a frown but slowly turned into a smirk.

"Aish, what will I do to this girl..." Kai ruffled his hair as he started cleaning the table.

He knew everything.

After all, he wasn't a pole who can't feel anything.

He just hopes you watch him perform.

♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫

"Wow."

Joohyuk and Tiffany looked at you as if you grew two more heads.

"This is a miracle, Hyuk." Tiffany giggled while Joohyuk just rolled his eyes.

"I think it's just because of one particular dancer though." Joohyuk said, earning himself a flick on his forehead, although you needed to tiptoe and do it.

"Whatever." You mumbled before hopping in Joohyuk's car.

The two followed you in the car. Joohyuk at the driver's seat while Tiffany sat on the passenger's.

"Your mom's okay with you leaving her?" You asked as you carefully put on your lipbalm.

"Yep. My brother's there anyway, so it's fine." Joohyuk answered with a shrug.

Tiffany suddenly turned to you from her seat. You looked back at her with a bored face.

"So what made you change your mind, my dear?" She asked teasingly, her eyes turning into crescents as she grinned. You rolled your eyes.

"Nothing, unnie. Please sit properly."

"Aigoo. Our baby is growing already. Hyuk, what can you say—" Tiffany was cut off as Joohyuk turned the radio on, overpowering Tiffany's voice.

"Yah! That's mean." Tiffany complained, hitting Joohyuk's bicep.

"You're too loud, noona. Stop it."

Your lips just curved into a smile as you closed your eyes.

They're so noisy but I like it.

"Lin, we're here."

You opened your eyes, yawning in the process. You blinked several times before checking your haggard appearance.

"Aish." You mumbled as you brushed your wavy hair.

"Kaja!"

The place was packed.

People were talking, dancing, drinking and whatever you can do in there.

You flinched as someone bumped onto you. You looked at the teens wildly dancing and scoffed. You were about to open your mouth to tell them a lesson about manners when an arm wrapped on your waist, leading you out of the crowd.

"Don't ever try talking to wild teens, hamstie. I'm telling you, you'll be at the disadvantage."

Sehun made you sit beside his sister with a smile.

"Sehun." You greeted with a grin.

"You know, my brother's gonna perform later. I think he'll need a goodluck kiss." Tiffany cooed, nudging you to Sehun, who is currently standing beside you. You glared at her before turning to her brother.

"Well, goodluck, Sehun-ah. We'll totally cheer for you later." You said, making Sehun grin widely.

Your brows furrowed as he tapped his cheek.

"What?" You asked.

Tiffany just giggled as Joohyuk scoffed.

"I thought you're gonna give me a goodluck kiss, hamstie?"

Boom.

There goes your angry red volcano face.

"You want a hit, Sehun-ah?" You threatened with a frown. Sehun laughed as he pinched your cheeks. You tried to bite his hands but he was too fast.

"Okay, okay! Later then?"

You glared at him. Sehun raised his hands in surrender.

"Fine, fine. I'll go now. See you later, guys."

When Sehun was out of sight, Tiffany pouted.

"Why didn't you give my brother a treat? He would've been so—"

"Unnie, please stop being Cupid. I told you, right?" You said with a frown, making Tiffany shut up.

The lights went out, only leaving dim lights on the stage.

The music was turned off as people started going near the stage for the long-awaited performances.

Everyone was silent as a song started playing.

" La la la la la la "

You didn't know how many 'la's were said but 5 girls started dancing in front of the stage, a spotlight focused on them.

" nalkaroun Secret dulleossan yaegin beil soge jeomjeom deo gipeun H-H-Hush mameul gyeonweo ije "

Your eyes widened as you saw a familiar face.

Seulgi.

You also saw the two girl she was with before and another two unfamiliar girls.

Heol. She's really an amazing dancer.

As they continued dancing, Seulgi caught your eyes and winked. You just awkwardly waved with a smile.

You suddenly felt ashamed of your dancing skills.

You looked down on your legs and felt insecure with their thigh gaps.

Geez. What am I doing? So what if I've got no thigh gaps or good dancing skills?

Yeah sure, you don't care.

After their performance, the crowd hasn't calmed down yet when another group danced.

You just focused on your food and ate like there's no tomorrow.

Joohyuk was the one who noticed since Tiffany was ogling at the boys dancing on stage.

"Yah, you alright? Why do you eat like you haven't eaten for a year?" He asked, shouting over the music and screams of the crowd.

You just waved him off as you drank your lemonade.

The music stopped as the next performer gets on stage. Tiffany squealed, kicking you under the table.

"My dongsaeng!" She cheered, pumping a fist on the air. You quickly turned your focus to the person solo on stage.

Sehun was wearing a black cap, a shiny blue and red jacket with a white t-shirt inside, black ripped jeans and nice pair of kicks.

He's so stunning.

You just heard yourself screaming along with the other girls as Sehun started to move with the beat.

Sehun danced to a cool music with his sharp movements and graceful steps, the crowd was like a pack of wolves trying to fight for a huge meat.

You couldn't help but to feel proud of your buddy.

"THAT'S MY BUDDY!" You shouted, making Sehun's eyes turn to you despite the wild screams of the crowd. He winked as he did a hip thrust, in sync with the beat and ending his performance. The crowd shouted for more but Sehun just grinned and threw hearts to the audience.

"Oh goodness." You mumbled, leaning back to your seat. Tiffany wiggled her eyebrows at you as Sehun went back to the backstage.

"He totally went all out tonight! I think it's because of someone~"

You ignored Tiffany and just focused on the next performer.

"Why is it so dark?" You heard Tiffany whine. The place was pure black, even the only dim lights on stage was out.

"Is the electricity out?" You mumbled, grabbing your phone for light.

Your question was answered when the spotlight focused on the two figures, intimately close on stage.

"O. M. G." Tiffany whispered as she figured who was on stage with a girl.

And then the song that made you want to crawl back at home played.

As the first whistle was heard, you bit your lip.

Oh no. Not that song. Not that dance, please.

" 1! 2! 3! "

You knew you didn't want to watch them dance so close with each other, but your eyes just can't stop looking at them.

" ni nuneul bomyeon nan Trouble Maker "

Seulgi touched Kai's chest moving downwards as Kai just watched how her hands move while he's singing.

You were totally breathless.

You didn't even know Kai could fucking sing.

" ni gyeote seomyeon nan Trouble Maker "

Seulgi's voice was so sweet that you winced.

Or is it your jealousy acting up?

" jogeumssik deo deo deo "

Kai's eyes wandered around the place, finding yours in the process. You instantly looked away, Kai's gaze softened before returning to a seductive look.

" galsurok deo deo deo "

Seulgi's fingers tapped his chest.

Urgh. I want to go home. Me and my jealousy, yes.

" ijen nae mameul nado eojjeol su eobseo "

You don't want to know how they danced like a perfect couple.

You don't want to look how Kai looks into her eyes.

It would have been better if you didn't know about Seulgi's feelings.

It would have been better if you're not hurting.

Kim Jongin.

You're such a troublemaker.

You make so many troubles for my heart and mind.

You heard the crowd's cheer got louder when you silently stood up from your seat and put your head lower, so you wouldn't attract much attention.

You heard Tiffany's and Joohyuk's shouts but you just waved and went out of the place.

Why does my heart hurt so much just for that dance?

"Tss. Baby? Babe? Maybe you call her that way too. Friend my ass." You mumbled as you unconsciously wipe your cheeks where tears were streaming down.

What the heck am I crying for? I don't even have the right to do so.

—

❀ Ch.14

[strictlyfortheculture]

MY TAKE: 1,300 WORDS ON JAY ELECTRONICA’s ‘A WRITTEN TESTIMONY’

After 11 years of anticipation, Jay Electronica finally released an official study album, A Written Testimony featuring Jay-Z who was playing the role Ghostface Killah did for Raekwon on Only Built 4 Cuban Linx.  

Jay-Z was the co-star; the Scottie Pippen to Michael Jordan; the one who complimented the headliner, assisting him in a win, and this album most certainly was a win.

Now I make the point of listing Jay-Z as a co-pilot in this audio journey because many in the Internet realm want to say Jay-Z "lyrically murdered" Electronica on his own shit. Ironically, something Nas claimed happened to Jay Z on the Renegade song years ago.

That didn't happen. Jay-Z did what he was supposed to do, he collaborated with an emcee who captured his ear and mind back in 2010. 

This was not Watch The Throne, Part II. To say such a thing is to disrespect what Jay-Z and Kanye West created in 2011. A Written Testimony was the overdue, formal introduction to the rap world Hip-hop's resident Willy Wonka - Jay Elect - the man who creates endless wonders while staying aloof. Jay Electronica is a real-life James Bond, a man who shook the Hip Hop world when he released the game-changing "Exhibit C", dated and fathered a child with Erykah Badu, sparked a bidding war between Puff Daddy and Sean Carter based on the strength of a couple singles, the man who disappeared for years, and was romantically linked to an heiress from the Rothschild family. 

YEAH, this man is a legend.

But those exploits coupled with several loose singles and two mixtapes were not enough to satisfy the appetite of hungry Hip Hop listeners, eager to devour the sounds of a man from New Orleans, Louisiana who is, lyrically, more like Rakim Allah than Soulja Slim ... and still, Jay Elect pay homage to his NO influences throughout the album (see "Ghost of Soulja Slim", in particular).  How can a Southern emcee come on the scene without having a stereotypical sound of a New Orleans rapper? He doesn't sound like Master P nor does he follow the path of Lil Wayne. No. Jay Elect made his trail unique; distancing himself from the pack.

After 10 years of waiting, Jay Electronica announced his album WOULD be released in Match 2020. Now a lot has changed since 2010 when the original album was meant to come, and during that time tastes change and even the most loyal fans lost faith that it would happen. 

Was this real? Was Jay Electronica gonna drop or was this another instance where an artist over-promised and under-delivered? 

Finally, Friday the 13th, March 2020 A Written Testimony was released and the internet was flooded with the full gamut of emotions ranging from exhilaration to disappointed (can't please the internet critics or Joe Budden) to a renewed faith in the man of legendary reputation. 

Yes, people were pleased to hear that Jay-Z is still one of the best in the game, today, but for me, I was delighted to hear Jay Electronica slay the sound-waves. This 10 track album not only reinforced my appreciation for Jay Electronica; it made me want to study his lyrics; dissect these testaments to its very root.

The introductions to (1) The Overwhelming Event and (2) Ghost oF Soulja Slim featuring sound bytes of Louis Farrakhan speaking to the masses about the Black people in America being real children of Israel; the recipients of God's promise to bless the descendants of Abraham caused dissent from Hip Hop critics and listeners alike who felt the Nation of Islam leader's alleged anti-Semitic comments have no place in a rap album. Those people forget that Jay Electronica is a member of the Nation of Islam.

WRITER'S NOTE:  All of those critics are silent when rappers say of Nigga or calling Black women "bitch" and "ho". Where are they during those moments of controversy? Hmmm. This is a conversation for another time.

Controversy aside, the lyrical wordplay on display should have silenced any nonbeliever.  

(2) Ghost of Souljah Slim starts off the album right with both men trading verses, and more importantly Electronica showing that he can hold his own with Sean Carter. 

(3)The Blinding has Jay Electronica talking about the hesitancy to release his music to an audience that will undoubtedly pick apart his work rather than enjoy it for what it is. (4) Neverending Story is where Jay Elect laces an Alchemist beat with the tale of his come-up from humble beginnings and hostile surrounding to still being chosen by God; bestowed with divine greatness. 

(5) Shiny Suit Theory showcases Elect rhymes over a self-produced song proclaiming his forthcoming rise in the world of rap.

(6) Universal Soldier has both men share tales of their rise from hardship and criminal lifestyle to gaining knowledge of self and ultimately overcoming the hurdles placed before them

(7) Flux Capacitor has Jay Elect speaking on a preordained calling upon him to bring superior lyricism and teachings to the world while representing New Orleans. 

(8) Fruits Of The Spirits  is a song detailing the long wait for this debut album, Electronica lets the listener know that it was all part of his master plan for just like Thanos (from the Marvel Comics), he can defeat any competition with the snap of his fingers.

(9) Ezekiel's Wheel ties into the Biblical story of Ezekiel, the warrior who was placed by God to be the prophet over Israel, Jay Electronica declares himself to be a prophet to the children of Israel, whom Farrakhan, in the album intro stated were the Black people in America. 

(10) A.P.I.D.T.A. (All Praise Is Due To Allah) is my personal favourite is a song dealing with the loss of loved ones. According to reports, this song was written on the same night Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gianna Bryant died in a tragic helicopter crash in February 2020. Wow.

On this sombre track, Jay Electronica offers lamentations over the loss of his beloved Mother, speaking of how her departure from this physical form has cut him to his soul, rendering his spirit wounded. 

Eyes fiery, cry tears to my diary Sometimes a Xanny bar can't help you fight back the anxiety I go to my Lord quietly, teardrops on our faces Teardrops on my face, it's like teardrops become waterfalls by the time they reach my laces My eyelids is like levees but my tear ducts is like glaciers As I contemplate creation, the salt that heals my wounds pour out my eyes just like libations I can't stop my mind from racing, I got numbers on my phone Pictures on my phone The day my mama died, I scrolled her texts all day long The physical returns but the connection still stay strong

Jay Elect later rhymes,

Sleep well The last time that I kissed you, you felt cold but you looked peaceful I read our message thread when I get low and need a refill

All controversy and delay aside, Jay Electronica delivered a debut album that rivals that of your favourite MCs. FUCK Joe Budden and anybody who disagrees. I'm still waiting on Joe to release one record as meaningful as Elect's worst.  Anyway, I digress. 

In an era where the word Classic has lost its meaning thanks to the overuse of fans and critics alike, I won't give it that distinction, at this time. I do, however, feel this album will go down as one of the more significant releases of the last 10 years.  This is evidence of substance over style. No commercials tracks. No filler. Just two talented men delivering lyrical food to a hungry audience in need of manna from heaven rather than the pursuit of bread ($$$).

And man cannot live on bread alone.   Peace God. Holler at me