#dia goes to concerts

[diathadevil]

Okay one more video, their first song from tonight being Katrina! (also starring me yelling in support of Kris' unhinged guitar hops)

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - A Sky Full of Stars

I didn't finnish my Man United content so I'll leave that for tomorrow, here is the Ruben fic! 😝

18+

Summary - Ruben takes reader to a Coldplay concert.

Enjoy!

"Girl, I don't even like Coldplay....." You whispered into your phone.

"Then why are you going to see their concert?" Your best friend asked, laughing at the fact.

You looked back over your shoulder. Ruben was still in the bathroom getting ready. You could hear him, humming along to the speaker that he brought in there.

"Apparently Ruben loves them." You sighed.

"He does? I didn't know that?"

Neither did you. He had suprised you with the tickets last minute, saying that he would love for you two to go. How could you say no?

"Do you even know any of their songs?"

"No." You snorted. "Maybe one song. That living la vida loca..."

"Wasn't that Ricky Martin who sang that one?"

"I don't fucking know? All I know is that I won't be able to enjoy myself at the concert because Coldplay don't play no music that makes you want to dance!"

Your friends lughter drummed in your ear "I agree. Aren't people just jumping up and down at their concerts?"

"Probably. I'll let you know how it goes."

"Okay girl. Remember, you're doing it for love. Perhaps Ruben will agree to see Beyonce Renaissance with you?"

"I doubt it, but thanks."

You hung up the phone just as Ruben left the bathroom.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

You stood. "Yes. Am I overdressed?"

You wore a red thin laced dressed, that hugged the shape of your body like an hourglass. Ruben on the other hand, wore beige chinos with a white shirt, leaving the top buttons undone.

"I don't know?" He muttered, eyes looking you up and down. "Turn around, let me see what's behind."

"Ruben. " You gasped.

He chuckled. "You look fine babe. The car is waiting for us downstairs."

You grabbed your purse and let Ruben escort you out of the door.

"Car? Aren't we taking yours?"

"Nah, it will be too difficult dealing with parking and stufff. Besides, I thought we could check into a hotel later."

"A hotel, why?"

You arrived downstairs. Ruben held the car door open for you to get in.

"No reason. He shrugged. "I just thought that it could be nice to finnish the day off with...."

"The two of us checking into a hotel?"

Ruben blushed.

You nodded. "Okay, it's a date then."

He smiled. "It's a date."

The concert was more or less what you expected it to be, a fully set Ethiad Stadium with people jumping amongst each other in a crowd. You didn't know the majority of the songs that were played, however, you did enjoy the light show that they put on. Apparently the wristbands you were given upon entery lit up and shifted colors, creating a swarm of lights amongst the people in the crowd.

"Are you having fun babe?"

The night had its moments though.

There was one song they played that made the whole crowd sing along, creating the most amazing atmosphere.

"What's this song called?" You asked. You were leaning your back against Ruben, swaying in his arms. It was soothing, the vibration of his chest as he sang along with the rest of the crowd.

"It's called A Sky Full of Stars." He said, lowering his head to whisper into your ear.

How fitting, you thought, with the glowing wristbands. Looking down, it did indeed look like you were surrounded by a sky full of stars.

"Do you like it?"

"The song?"

He nodded.

"Yes, it's good."

Ruben set his hands on your waist and brought himself down to plant kisses along your naked shoulder.

"I'm glad you're having fun." He whispered.

Blood rushed through your veins as he kept serranding your shoulder and neck with kisses, almost making you lose your footing.

"Ruben." You moaned. "Wait until we get to the hotel."

Seems like he couldn't wait. The concert ended and Ruben didn't seem cable of keeping his hands to himself during the car ride to the hotel. He leaned over to caress your legs, tugging at the hem of you dress as the two of you made out in the car like two horny teenagers.

"We have to stop." You gasped, when Ruben cornered you in the hotel elevator, on its way up.

"Ruben, please." You gasped as he backed you up against it, making you fall back flat against the matress.

"It's your fucking dress." He groaned, forcing himself to stop kissing you.

Arriving at your floor he lead you down the hallway, towards your hotel room. He slid the keycard into the door and did not waste anytime to take in the room. You were only staying for the night and all you seemed to need was the bed.

He grunted in response, too mesmerized by your legs that lay spread before him. He rolled up the hem of you dress to your hips, exposing your belly but most importantly, your damped underwear.

"You're hot for me too, no?"

You chuckled and pulled the hair on his head, wanting for him to stop admiring your wet pussy and come up and kiss you. He did so for a little while, allowing your tounges to dance in your mouths. But then he traced the kisses bellow, clearly more interested in what was happening down there

"Fuck Ruben."

His fingers caressed your opening, pushing your panties to the side. By now you were all his, swollen and glistering for him to enter you.

He threw your thighs over each of his shoulders, keeping them steady by pressing down on his palms.

You squealed as he licked across your swollen bead, taking the whole thing into his mouth, sucking it dry.

"Ruben please. You're gonna make me come too fast."

He ignored your plea, desperate to have you in his mouth, his tongue warm against your folds.

You raised your hips and began circulating the movement, so that Rubens rough beared caressed just the right spot. Along with the pressure applied by his tounge you were no match for him. Your body began to tremble, with you arching your back and fisting the sheets.

"Fuck." You said, coming down from the high, catching your breath.

Ruben came back up to place sloppy kisses in the crook of your neck, caging your head in between his arms.

"Why are you so good at that?" You asked, your chest heaving up and down trying to restore your breath. You probably didn't give half as good blow jobs like Ruben ate you out.

"I guess I was hungry." He chuckled. "And your pussy taste delicious."

His erection caressed your inner thigh as his weight lay on top of you. You reached down to unbuckle his belt. His lips kept latching on to your neck, making it a bit difficult for you to concentrate.

"Do you have any condoms?"

He paused and raised his head. "No, I forgot. Do you?"

You shook your head. "I'm not on anything either."

"You mean..."

"No birth controls."

"Do you still want to do it?"

"If you don't mind the risk of having a baby." You chuckled.

Ruben looked you dead in the eye, his gaze undoubtedly determined, his expression unmoved. "I don't mind." He said.

Your smile faded a little, mostly out of sheer suprise.

"Ruben I..."

"It's your choice of course."

"Thanks." You muttured.

Your thoughts drifted a little, to the moment you and Ruben shared during Coldplays performance of A Sky Full of Stars. You wished that moment would have lasted forever, with you leaning against Ruben and him swaying you in his strong arms. You remembered the swarm of lights, how they glowed so beautifully in the dark.

"You okay?"

You returned to the present. Ruben tucked one of your fallen braids behind your ear, letting his thumb stroke your bottom lip. It was plump from all the kisses, so was his.

"We could just go to bed." He shrugged.

You shook your head. "I want to fuck."

He chuckled, but then his expression was serious again. "No condom?"

You nodded, quite sure of yourself. "No condom."

That was all you had to say for Ruben to pick up where you left off.

You lay under him, his weight on top of you. He kept his pants on, only rolling them down just enough to pull himself out of his underwear.

His hard length, slapped against your folds as he raised his hips, trying to find your entrance.

You gasped in his ear as the first thrusts left you unadjusted to his size.

"Tell me to stop if it hurts." He grunted.

You shook your head, "Don't stop, just go slower."

You collcted a bundle of his hair as he pressed you against the matress once more, this time sinking in and out of you with ease. He kept at it, taking pride in the way your breath hitched with every stroke.

Your dress got torn somewhere along the way, with Ruben cupping your breast in one hand and sucking the nipple of the other, all this whilst his rough movments rocked the hotel bed, no fear of breaking it.

At one point you saw stars, a sky full of them. You knew that Ruben could see them too, because his body moved as if he was about detach himself from you, to pull himself out last minute.

"No, stay."

You trapped him with your legs around his waist.

Panic struck his voice, "Y/N, I'm about to..."

"Then do it, inside me."

"You sure?"

You nodded. "It's what I want."

It was a new experience for the both of you, coming together like this. With one last sloppy thrust Ruben knocked his hip bones against yours, emptying himself inside of you. You felt yourself clench around him, your walls closing in on him, sucking him dry.

"Fuck, Y/N. That was amazing." He said, dumping his body next to yours.

"Mhmm." You muttered, not really satisfied.

Ruben noticed this and raised his head. "Didn't you come?"

"Not like I usually do."

"Oh."

"But it's okay Ruben, I don't need to..."

He shook his head, refusing to listen to your protests. Scooting closer to you, his hand slipped below the sheets.

"Ruben I..."

"Sshhh." He hushed, his lips against your ear. "Relax."

His fingers began circulating your clit, slowly at first but with an increase of movement as you began to make noises again. Embarrassing noises, since you were the only one making them this time.

"Ruben, please I...."

"Shhh." He hissed. "Just let yourself go."

You did, or at least you tried to. And there was the stars again, appearing in the sky and all around you."

"Ruben I..."

He entered you with his fingers, hooking them against your clenching walls.

"Ruben please."

"Just let go."

You bit your lip, struggling to contain the throbbing fountain within in you.

"There." He said.  As you with one last clench of your walls came all over Ruben's hand.

He seemed to enjoy it, boyishly grinning at you.

"There." He repeated. "Now we can go to sleep."

You drifted off with his words, dreaming of newborn babies and a sky full of stars.

[useless-catalanfacts]

I've been listening to this song a lot recently, so here's the translation. I've posted The Tyets before, they're an urban music band from Catalonia. Usually they make fun songs with lots of jokes and double meanings, but this time it's different, this is a very sweet song for their niece.

Here's the lyrics and the translation:

I en aquel festival que tant ens agrada Dels que tenen food trucks amb llumetes penjades Que organitza el cunyat i ens regala entrades Que hi toca Pau Vallvé i propostes rares Va i me germana d'imprevista Treu un sobret amb una pista Un dibuixet que ens fa ser avis i tiets

And in that festival that we like so much One of those with food trucks and hanging lightbulbs That our brother-in-law organizes and gives us tickets Because Pau Vallbé and weird proposals are playing My sister comes and, all of a sudden, Takes out a little envelop with a clue A little drawing that makes us grandparents and uncles

I ens vam pasar el concert plorant, Olívia Quin moment tan bonic i estrany Olívia Pensava que es casaven va i ens diuen Que serem una més de la família (×2)

And we spent the concert crying, Olívia What a beautiful and strange moment, Olívia We thought they were getting married and they go and say That we'll be one more in our family (×2)

I just el mateix any que va marxar l'avi Surt una panxeta i els papes són avis D'això va la vida, tot és momentani Gaudeix de cada dia que va massa ràpid I no sé com ets, Olívia Però ja t'estimem una mica Jo que he vist la Clara de petita I apareixes tu

And precisely the same year that grandpa left A little tummy appears and our parents are grandparents This is what life is about, everything is momentary Enjoy every day, because it goes by too quickly And I don't know what you're like, Olívia But we already love you a little I saw Clara as a child And now you show up

I ens vam pasar el concert plorant, Olívia Quin moment tan bonic i estrany Olívia Pensava que es casaven va i ens diuen Que serem una més de la família (×2)

And we spent the concert crying, Olívia What a beautiful and strange moment, Olívia We thought they were getting married and they go and say That we'll be one more in our family (×2)

I a sobre va tocar Bugambílies I jo em sentia el protagonista Avui l'únic que vull és veure't Olívia Sempre seràs la gran de la nova família Va i me germana d'imprevista Treu un sobret amb una pista Un dibuixet que ens fa ser avis i tiets

And on top of it, he [Pau Vallvé] played [his song] Bugambílies And I felt like the main character Today the only thing I want is to see you, Olívia You'll always be the eldest of the new family My sister comes and, all of a sudden, Takes out a little envelop with a clue A little drawing that makes us grandparents and uncles

I ens vam pasar el concert plorant, Olívia Quin moment tan bonic i estrany Olívia Pensava que es casaven va i ens diuen Que serem una més de la família

And we spent the concert crying, Olívia What a beautiful and strange moment, Olívia We thought they were getting married and they go and say That we'll be one more in our family (×2)

[waffleweirdo]

I finished the love live sunshine movie… wow, it was very good, wow, wow

Spoilers for sure. I’m mostly just going to be talking about my overall impressions, but there are definitely going to be some plot points I mention that spoil show.

Thoughts on the movie first:

I absolutely love that they seem to go completely insane with the concept of the movies. Like yeah the first half can involve the cast chasing each other around Italy!! Why not?! It was pretty obvious Mari’s mom was hiding something, and that makes her ridiculous plea to get everyone’s help even funnier. She thought that was believable?? And it worked??? Ridiculous and amazing. I love how much fun they had playing around with a new location too.

The little interactions between Aqours (also I just realized I’ve been spelling Aqours wrong this entire time) are as entertaining as always. They are all so wonderful. But Yoshiko stole the show for me I think, her attempts to hide from You and defaulting to just pretending to be a cat. Her redemption and then literally becoming a fallen angel again- I could go on, but it’s all so good.

Saint Snow’s conclusion and the special Love Live was great. I’ll talk about them more in overall thoughts, but I thought they worked really well in the movie!

Unfortunately the only version of the movie I could find didn’t have English subtitles for the songs, so I need to go back and look at those, but I’d say my favorites might be Saint Snow’s song, their song in Italy, or Mari, Kanan (I also think I’ve been spelling her name wrong!) and Dia’s song in Italy.

As far as the overall story goes it was spectacular. I was a bit unsure at first, but it really nailed it all in the end. Aqours moving forward with just six members was heartbreaking, and yet done so well. The ending scene with Dia, Mari, and Kanan did make me cry… I’ll talk more in general thoughts, but I thought this was a wonderful ending for Aqours.

General Thoughts:

Love alive Sunshine is so good!!!!! I love the characters so much!! I love the story!!! It’s super funny!!!! It- it’s great!!!!!!!!

I have a lot I want to say about the story as the whole, but one of the first things that comes to mind is how I genuinely thought they were going to save the school. At the start of the show I was a bit skeptical because they brought up the school closing and I remember thinking, ‘well in this case it sounds more like a population issue, I’m not sure school idols could fix this’. But as the show went on and I saw all their efforts I truly believed they could do it!! And then they didn’t…, They pulled an Orpheus on me! I was tricked and it was glorious.

But I think there’s a piece of that failure that makes Aqours so wonderful. Going in after just watching the original and Mu’s I kind of thought Aqours would be largely pretty similar, and while many of the core ideas were the same it was a new perspective that was just spectacular. Coming in last place in their first concert. Failing to save the school. Even though they often couldn’t succeed they kept moving forwards and they really did turn a zero into a one. That motto alone just encapsulates how effort toward even a mundane thing will eventually make change, even if it can’t be miraculous. I think that layer of harsh reality made them even more special. That’s a lot of the reason I really like them continuing on with just six. They can’t all stay together, but can still move forwards. I’m not saying it nearly as well as the show / movie does, but yeah.

Overall, season 1 was great, season 2 felt a bit iffy at the start (though this could’ve been personal fatigue), and then the middle and ending of season 2 were some of the best episodes I’ve ever seen and made me cry and cheer and yeah-

As far as characters go I love all of them. Chika is definitely my favorite, but basically the rest of the cast is all tied like one step behind her.

I really like what they did with Saint Snow! Having them serve as another perspective of people trying to be school idols, and their interactions with Aqours were just great! It was cool having side characters that got a lot of focus.

General Love Live thoughts:

I don’t really want to compare the series against each other, but I want to look at how cool the ways that Sunshine uses the fact that it’s a sequel are.

Obviously there’s a lot of narrative similarities in structure, and that contributes a lot to the Orpheus moment (listen it just makes sense in my brain). But what I really think is neat is how it plays into inspiration. Love Live as a whole definitely shares a lot of common themes and one of those is being inspired. And the opportunity to have the characters in your sequel be inspired by the first cast is so cool!! I think that idea of inspiration is really cool because a lot of Love Live feels a bit unreal, there’s nothing wrong with that, but I think just seeing something cool that inspires you, even if by chance like Chika is exactly how things like dreams happen. At least for me personally it just felt so real. And her efforts and struggles to turn it into reality benefited a bunch from that. I’m not sure if that made sense, but the connection is cool to me.

Oooookay, I think I’m probably not going to watch anymore Love Live for a bit. I can tell that I’m starting to get burned out, and oh gosh I need to actually do work for school oops. I definitely want to watch more in the future though!

[oh-saints]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🫶🏼🫶🏼

nat, thank you for the tag! however, this puts me in a rather tight spot bcs i love every single thing i've written so far... 😭😭😭 BUT IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER, here we go:

stars for rúben dias

matchmaker for charles leclerc

concert for kieran tierney

sunshine becomes you for martin odegaard

match for carlos sainz

(honorary mention goes to: burn for charles leclerc & bowling for lewis hamilton)

[rahuldasgupta13]

How to Become a Successful Philanthropist?

There is a long-standing notion that philanthropy is all about donating money. Although it is not entirely a myth the concert of philanthropy goes much beyond this. In essence, philanthropy is all about making a meaningful and lasting impact on the causes one cares about. Whether driven by the desire to give back to the community, change society for the good, support an initiative, or bring about changes in specific areas like education, healthcare, or environmental sustainability, philanthropy lies everywhere. One can become a philanthropist at any point in their life if driven by a strong passion for serving society. 

Effective philanthropy, however, requires careful planning, strategic thinking, and a genuine commitment. Here, having a strong passion to drive changes is not sufficient. So, in this blog, I will explore top tips that can help start as a philanthropist and be successful in their way of doing the greater good.   

Who is a Philanthropist?

In simpler terms, a philanthropist is someone who donates resources towards a greater cause of society. The resources may include money, time, education, and even ideas. A philanthropist often works toward addressing one or more social issues. 

To become a philanthropist, one needs not to be wealthy or affluent, as in most cases, charitable activities require time, expertise, and an innate desire to do good in addition to monetary donations. 

Become a Successful Philanthropist: Top Tips

The world’s renowned philanthropists are mostly people who are affluent and have made their names on the global dias. Be it Bill Gates, Azim Premji, or Warren Buffet, these philanthropists are counted among the most successful people in the world. That being said, one does not have to be famous to become a successful philanthropist. Charity can start in any setting, regardless of one's circumstances.

With that in mind, here’s my perspective on how to become a successful philanthropist.

Passion is Everything:

There are many things happening in the world that need to change. The list is staggering encompassing hunger, poverty, famine, and conflict, to name just a few. Therefore, if you want to get involved in charity, focus on areas that resonate with you. Your philanthropic endeavors will have greater significance and influence if they are in line with your core values.

The Way:

Once you find your area to work, it’s time to find the right way to start your philanthropic journey. This would require proper R&D. Start by learning more about the problem you wish to solve, what needs to be done, and how you can help—for example, by offering your time, money, or knowledge. Know the groups you're working with on the charity project as well. 

Collaboration:

To become a successful philanthropist, you must work with like-minded individuals, groups, and communities. Collaboration amplifies influence, helping you to achieve bigger goals and effect more change.

Persistence:

Every good thing requires time to unveil itself. The same may be said of philanthropy. To become a successful philanthropist, you must invest time and effort regularly. Don't expect to make breakthroughs overnight. Consistent involvement is essential for creating a lasting effect. Whether it's monetary support or volunteering, stay tenacious to reap the impact of all endeavors.

Start Humble:

Initially, it may appear that charity efforts require pomp and show. But this is not nearly the case. Working for a cause does not necessarily require a large amount of resources every time. You may start small. Take little steps at first, contributing reasonable amounts of time, skill, or funds, and then progressively increasing your commitments as you acquire experience.

Conclusion 

To wrap up, philanthropy is all about giving back to the community in whatever way. There are hundreds of external factors that work together to make philanthropic efforts successful. But, one cannot become a successful philanthropist unless they have the passion to create social change. That passion acts as the fire that ignites the urge to strive for the greater good.  

The mantra is to remain committed to your desire to help others, and everything else will naturally follow!

[ahrikima]

Memory's of Light - The Walk

|| Memory's of ligth (cover) || The mirrors || The bubble || The Cards || The Hug || The Walk || The Pancakes || The Concert || The Ramen || The Labyrinth || The Stars ||

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" I'm someone that no goes outside much, but for personal things , don't like go alone and i don't have the reason to go outside, but i like go to places, and with you always i have enjoy it have a long walk in our city, and you have show me a really wonderful place with a lot of nature in this city, since i love nature.

That day was one of the best we have it, for what we explore it and for the talk we got, i will never forgot it… sometimes it pop up my mind some of the things we done there…i really miss it walk with you out there… "

feature place: " Parc de la ciutadella "

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Memories de llum - El passeig

Jo sempre e sigut algu que no a surtit gaire de casa, no perque no magrades, al rebes si magrada pero no tenia un motiu per sortir i lo normal es sorti a paseja el gos o anari a comprar , poc mes... pero si que no magarda sorti sola de per si i per algunes altres raons que tu ya saps e incluos durant la meva vida e tigut enveja de la gent que podia sorti amb un amic sempre, i per desgrasia a tornat aixo...

Amb tu a sigut tot diferent amb la gent que cunegut i e tingut certe llivertat de poder quedar amb tu un cop al mes, auque mageus agradat poder quedar mes amb tu...

Aquet va ser un des mes llarg i mes temps que vaigs pasar amb tu i un dels meus favorits ( apart del salo del manga pero aya no amb vase molt comuda i amb vaisg sentir una mica apartada apesar de que tu estaves pendent, aunque maguesi agradat tindre la capasitat de poder interaciona amb els teus amics...pero sobraba alla crec...et vaigs ser mes una carga que un altre cosa i amb feia sentir malament...)

Aquell día vam cadar pel mig día a menjar a un xines. Jo purtava una días mol agobianst a casa i necesitaba poderi desconectar d'aixo i poder estar tranquila aunque fosi un petit temps i amb tu siempre podía fero i mera lo suficient pero estar con qui diu estaple i no comesar a cremarme , ja sapas que semore disfrutava les nostres quedades i generalment tan quedar com pasar temps parlant amb tu ( i tambe amb els demes de la guild) m'ajudava a estar tranquila durant llargs periodes, i la teva cumpañia sempre mera agradaple

Cuan vam arriva al xines recordu que tu vas demanari tres plants, no recordu molt que era pero alguns tenia bona pinta i bona ulor i amb vas dir que mai habias majat tants plats haha, i jo vaigs demana run unic plat com sempre, crec que es deia pha thai? o alguna cosa aixi, que eran com fideus amb verdures i volets crec, pero estava bo i era un bon preu per el gran plat que era, que ni mel viags acavar

Alla vam estar gairebe 2h , parlan de moltes coses com sempre personals, i altres no tant. Recordu que et vaigs mensiunar que habia tingut un parell de somnis amb tu. Desde fa un temps jo texplicava alguns dels meu somnis per que era curiosus o alguns que habia tungut que amb feian aixecarme entre la nit amb attacks de ansietat pero no sembala una molesta per tu

un dells no tel vaigs poder explicar en aquell moment per que amb donave cosa, i el segon u vaigs fer per sobrer, per que era horriple, i encara o recordu avui dia com tots.

Tu ja sabias que t'avia mensionat que per alguna rao podia preveura accidents de veicle cap al meu germa, i sempre pasavem, i era algo que magoviava sempre que tenia algun i aquell any ja vaia adivinat 2... I aquell somni que habia tingut amb tu era que tu tenias un acciden de coche en un dia de pluja, que sentavia anat al coche... i acavas molt malament.. i era molt desagradple com set veia etc... i tu amb vas escultar een lo que et vaigs explicar, i amb vas dir, " ja mirare de tindre en conte, ja que fiags una mica el idiota amb el cotxe" gracies per dirmu... no se fins a quin punt actual ment tenrecordaras daixo.. pero espero que encara segueixis ana amb conte... per que recordarlo me es molt doloros... i no vuy que et pasi res... apesar de que tu no rondis mes per aqui...

despres d euna llarga estona en el xines charlan d eles nostres coes, finalment vam marxa del local

Sempre tavia dit que jo no cuneixia gaire la meva propia ciutat i que magradaria que mesenyesis coses o llocs millor dit de ella. Tamber soc algu que li agrada molt explorar en general aixi que de serte manera magradava el pla que tenies

Aixi dons vam agafar rum cap el parc de la ciutadella, que mai hi avia estat. Vma ana vaixan per el arc del trionf, que aquell dia no se per que niavia molta gent aquellas hores, i vam ana parlan tranqulament sobre gossos, i amb vas dir que tagradaria tindre un haski i que eran dels teus favorits, i jo et vaigs dir que per mi tambe eran dels meus favorits pero que no tindira un per que no tinc forsa, pero que les chihuahuas era els segons, i amb vas mesionar que existia una cosa anomenada pomski, in mix de haski and pomerani, una cosa molt rara i mo vas ensneyar, pero els dos vam opinar lo mateix que no ens semblava be aixo

Fins que finalment vam arrivari al parc. al entrada es podria vera com mini camps de llespa on la gent estava sentada, a un custan amb vas dir que estava el jardi botanic que estava tancat i en el altra ni habia com una especie de " bosc" amb coses interesants. A mi sempre ma agradat la antura i ja allo mestaba agradan veural, no me esperava un lloc aixi en migs de la nostra ciutat.

Vam anari capa la zona que era mes d'abres com si fos un bosc. Ni abina abres que mai habia vist, alguns an fruits molt grans i extranys, i altres que amb donaven ganes de pujarmi asobre. Recordu xutar una fruita enorme i dura amb una pell semblan a la de una piña, que amb vaixs rebentar el peu i tu ets vas riura i amb vas dir si estava be i jo si, pero me estava cagan del dolor per dintre fins que a la llarga samb va pasar, segurament et vas donar conta haha

Al cap de una estona de caminar vam arrivar a una fot enorme, amb estatues de dracs, plantes i estatues de persones tambe, era molt bonica la font aquella i maguesi agardat fernos una foto alla de record... pero sincerament amb donava cosa demanarto... i avia pesant si algun dia tornesim alla o aguesi intentat demanaroto de feri una... qui sap... si exitira aque algun dia...

La font aquella tenia escales per pujari adalt, que tenia com una especie de arcs i adalt de tot una estatua de pot ser or o aixo semblava i que alla la gent solia fer cosas normalment , segons en vas dirme

Despres de pujari les escales mentres podia observa la font amb altura, va cuisidir que aquell dia alla dalt, estava ballan sala, lo que tu solias ballari, i ens vam quedar una estona observant. La musica no era desagradaple, i en aquell moment estava recurdant el somni que no vaigs volerta explicar la restaurant per que amb donava molta vergonya, i per lo vist to et vas percatar

uns dias despres amb vas di que amb veias pensativa cuan amb observaves mentres veia la gent ballan i et vaigs dir que era per que estava recordant aquell somni que te viags explicar despres, un somni sobre tu i jo que quedaben per anar a un bar , amb llums neon verd, que semblava una cogteleria, i servian sushi.. tenia una zona de ball oculta per la poca llum del centre de la sala on menjavem, i a lestona sortia musica i amb vas fer balla, en aquell sonim i va finalizar amb el bink sake de one peice, pero si et soc sincera no et vaix explicar completamen el somni aquell, me lo valls guarda permi, pero va se un del somnis me bonics que tingut al llarg del temps... pero no pida dirte el final complet... i saps que... maguesi agradat que mo ferisi ballar aquell dia... alomillor haguesi segut un desastre, pero no magues importat...

cuan tu amb vas dir aixo amb vaigs donar comte de que habia vaixat la guardia per primera vegda en la meva vida, no mavia percatat de que mesteves observan, mai he pugut viaxarla... per primera vegada amb tu o e pugut.. pero que sinserament amb sentia segura al te custat i alomillor a fet que poguesi deixar de estar penden del evoltant o dels moviments de cualsevol

A la estona de estari observan a la gent ballan, vam marxa capa abaix de la fon i vam seguin caminar, fins arribari a un lloc com si fos un estnay amb baruqetes petites per navegari. Es podia veura algun peix i anecs nedad, i aprop dalla ni habia zones d ellespa amb els anecs donat voltes, i amb va tentar tocarlos arriscanme que amb muscaguesin, pero ja u habia fet en el apsat en un riu amb cisnes i no va pasarma res, pero o no vaigs fer al final, pero macos veurals i mes apror pasan per el custat del zoo i aprop del palau de la generlitat crec que era, edifici mol curios amb formes etc, ni habia una cutorra en una barana, amb una fruta mes gran que ella, berejant i ens vam apropar a ella, pero ja casi devan della es va pirar, era graciosa com berrejaba...

despres d eestari par alla vam ja mire de marcha de la zona i vam torna a la zona on i habia llespa, ni habia arbres de mandarines i ni habia mandarines caigudes i faigs sufri la tentasio de chutari una. Ni hbaia una vella camina per alla , i jo vaigs chuta la mandarina i per un moment pesava que pasava per sote de les cames seves, per sort no, per va ser grasios, i arrel de aixo et vaigs dir... magradaria fer una carrera contra tu, i amb vas dir si volia ar ai et vaigs dir que no, que amb la roba que portava i el pes no era digne de fero, que ja u farime al istiu ( que mes endavan et vaigs dir de ferla, amb una aposta... una posta en la que volia apra lo que ja molorava...pero ni la sort amb va acompañar...) poc despres de dirte aixo vams sentarnos en un banc a descansar abans de seguir paseixan

Un cop descansat , vam procedir a seguir caminant. Durant el cami vam pasar per un mini mercat de carre que tenien coses curiosas, ni habia figuras impresas amb impresiora 3d, i amb semblava guay i et vaigs eplicar una mica el proces d'allo

Finalment vam arribari al Born, mai habia estat, era unes ruines romanes que habian aqui enterrades en la siutat, i era molt interesant, no mesperava que ni haguesi encara coses daquestes, sene que haguesin set destruides o danyades, perl fet de estari en una ciutat, pero va esta be fer una paradeta alla

Durant la resta de cami, amb vas ensneyar locals de mejar que estaven be, com de gelats o forns, i anavem pesat per zona antigue, de terra de pedra, etc, pero no recordu els noms de les zones, sempre sigut dolete per nomes de carrers... Fins que finalment van anari al bubolitas a prendre els nostres te's de sempre i a seguir cherrant un altre estona llargue de les nostres coses

I va el moment de marcha, ja era una mica tart segons com u miris, axi que ens vam anar del bar i amb vas a companyar fins la estacio de ferrocarrils com sempre. Ens vam queda uns minuts parlant, i com sempre abans de dirnos fins despres, la abrasada de sempre, que per una rao vaixs sentir que va ser mes llargue de lo abitual... i ens vam mira com sempre... alla jo vaigs estar a punt de dirta una cosa...

aquell dia jo vaigs estar a punt de dirta lo que sempra tabia dit... de dirte una cosa que sempre e vulgut dirte...

he tingut molta por de perdrat sempre.. per aixo mai vaigs se capas de dirte lo que sempre e vulgut dirte.. per por del seu resultat.. per por de perdrat, de que et distacieasis... per que eras algu motl apreciat per mi.. i ara.. no se si arrepetirme daverma callat... alumillor et dones conte tu sol amb aixo... pero ja que mes dona... tan devo estiguesis encara per aqui...

Pero se segur, que aquell dia va ser el millor de tots els que pasat amb tu... o vaigs pasar molt be, vellen coses noves, i charlan amb tu.. amb vas aixecar molts els anims, i sempre a sigut agradaple pasar el temps amb tu... si tansols puguesi recuperaro tot un altre comp... podero repetir...

avegades tinc ganes de sorti corrents i anar a buscarte... pero se que si o faigs modiarias... no mes puc limitarme a tindre esperases... aunque pasi temps.. se que no la perdere...

m'agradaria podero arreclar tot....

gracies per averme dunat un dels millos dias que podia tenir jo...

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201127 Outlook India

Feels Like Our Hard Work Finally Paid Off: Korean Band BTS On Grammy Nomination

Beyond The Scene (BTS) is the first South Korean music group to be nominated for a Grammy Award in a prominent category.

Fresh off their first mainstream Grammy nomination, K-pop sensation or Beyond The Scene (BTS) says their hard work has finally paid off and they are one step closer to their childhood dream of a win at the world's biggest music awards.

Their song "Dynamite" asks listeners to "keep your eye on the ball", and BTS seems to have done just that with the group being nominated for the best pop duo/group performance at the Grammys on Tuesday.

The septet, comprising RM, Jin, SUGA, j-hope, Jimin, V and Jung Kook, said they hope to bring home another laurel in 2021 following the historic Oscar win of director Bong Joon-ho's genre-defying film "Parasite" this year. BTS is the first South Korean music group to be nominated for a Grammy Award in a prominent category.

Group leader RM told PTI in an email interaction that BTS is "truly honoured" by the recognition from Recording Academy, the institution behind the Grammys. "We tremendously respect what director Bong Joon-ho achieved at the Oscars, and it was a very proud moment for us as South Korean artists. Similar to the Oscars, the Grammys are the most respected award in the music industry which we grew up watching to foster our dreams as musicians,” said the 26-year-old, whose full name is Kim Nam-joon. We're truly honoured and happy about our very first nomination. It makes us even happier to know how delighted our fans must be right now. It feels like our hard work has finally paid off," he added. For the group – the full name is Bangtan Sonyeondan (Bulletproof Boy Scouts) or Beyond The Scene, their English branding -- bagging a Grammy has been a longstanding "dream", something they hope to realise with the win of "Dynamite".

"Dynamite", a funky disco number ushering in positivity amid the Covid-19 pandemic, is their first full-fledged English single and their career's first Billboard Hot 100 No 1 hit.

The song will compete with "Un Dia", "Intentions", "Rain On Me" and "Exile" at the January 31 ceremony. They were previously up for an obscure best recording package Grammy in 2019 for 'Love Yourself: Tear'.

"We're thrilled to be even closer to our childhood dream. Since we’re nominated, we hope this leads to a win. We'll prove ourselves on the Grammy stage," said j-hope, whose real name is Jung Ho-seok.

BTS was poised for a world tour to promote their album “Map of the Soul: 7” earlier this year but it had to be cancelled due to the pandemic. They have used the time to be in regular touch with ARMY, a term for their fans, sending their healing touch through online concerts.

V said their greatest wish at this point is for the pandemic situation to pass so that they can finally meet fans all over the world again in person. "We have not been to India yet, so we look forward to having a concert and performing there if we get a chance in the future," the 24-year-old, whose real name is Kim Tae-hyung, promised.

Last week, BTS released “BE”, their new album and most personal work. It is yet another important addition in their discography characterised by themes of aspiration, hope, relatability and togetherness through hits like "ON", "Black Swan", "DNA", and "Boy With Luv".

“BE” comes in a year when the septet completes seven years of their debut. It is also special because it is a project on which all members participated actively, Jimin, 25, said. While V turned visual director and Jimin served as project manager for the album, Jung Kook directed the music video for the lead single, "Life Goes On".

The production process of “BE” reflects the thoughts and emotions the members feel in the current situation, Jimin said. "This album is also our message of healing to the world that is going through a difficult time at the moment. We hope that the listeners can find comfort through our music while listening," the singer, whose real name is Park ji-min, said. The word 'be' has multiple connotations. Asked what it means to them, RM said one of the first words when you learn English grammar in Korea is the verb 'be'.

" 'Be' can have an infinite number of meanings and forms depending on what word comes before or after. I think our new album can be the starting point for us to explore endless possibilities as well," he said. For Jin, “Be” means “to exist”.

"I think it can translate into the fact that we haven't seen our fans in person for more than a year, yet we're still here," the 27-year-old, whose real name is Kim Seok-jin, said. Jung Kook, 23, said the album's title holds a "hopeful meaning" for him. "It's always used when you want 'to be something' and I always want to be a great person for ARMY," the youngest member, whose real name is Jeon Jung-kook, added. Jimin said the word 'be' reminds him of the results and aspirations that he has gained after many experiences, "which make me stronger".

"I think 'be' is a word that best expresses myself at the moment. I'm thrilled that the album is released. I'm undeniably 'BE'TS," quipped j-hope, true to his sunny personality. V believes “be” is a point of preparation to start something. "That could be having a peace of mind or the complete opposite," he added. SUGA, 27, whose real name is Min Yoon-gi, said the meaning of 'be' signifies "my future that I will welcome with a smile".

With three rappers in RM, SUGA and j-hope and four singers, the band is the manifestation of unity in diversity - not just as singing styles, but also as individuals who have evolved over the years. Asked what makes the group, Jin said the band's greatest strength is the effort they make to convey the messages they want to deliver to the world "candidly and boldly".

"We believe that there is no stronger medium than music, which can embody messages of hope, comfort, joy and so on. We're thankful that we are capable of doing so with music and performance," he added.

Like Korean films and dramas, Korean music too has been there since time immemorial, but the world has just started recognising South Korea as a culture at large. Asked what could be the contributing factors to the rising international interest in the country, Jung Kook said, "We believe South Korean culture is very beautiful and attractive, which is portrayed through diverse contents such as movies, dramas, music, etc. As artists representing South Korea, we also want to share this with the rest of the world."

Source: Outlook India

[ultraericthered]

For my money's worth, the "first concert almost ends in disaster before the girls rally to victory" bit, the plotline about the school closing down from lack of applicants, and those few unnecessary groping gags with Mari are the only parts of Sunshine!! Season 1 that I feel it could've done without: the first could've been done with the blackout alone, with no need for the additional "Chika screwed up the show time" thing, and the school plotline matters for next season but doesn't really go anywhere in Season 1, so they could've saved it for later than they introduced it. The Mari gags were just....why even?

The other stuff you mentioned, I will defend to my dying breath. Chika seems a lot like Honoka at first glance, but it becomes more and more clear as you watch her that, in the words of one reviewer, "Chika is not Honoka: Chika is Hanayo trying TO BE Honoka". Honoka had natural leadership skills from the offset, but Chika's just a spacey school idol fangirl who has to actually grow into the role. You is externally as opposite of Kotori as it gets, so she never really bothered me, and it helped that she was Chika's only best friend at the start and there wasn't an Umi counterpart in the equation. Yoshiko works as well as she does because she's Nico in reverse: Nico was an actual gremlin girl who put on a cute precious cinnamon roll act as her idol persona. Yoshiko is a cute precious cinnamon roll who puts on a gremlin act for her "fallen angel" chunibyou persona. Dia really benefits from rewatch and hindsight since she's a massive subversion of what Eli was to μ’s. Eli opposed the group for reasons she fully, sincerely meant. She really did not want the group to exist, refusing to support them or join them despite her hidden wish to do so out of stubborn pride: she'd lost a promising career as a stage dancer and so she had to throw all effort into her role on the student council, so she couldn't bear the thought of her student council means being unable to save the school yet some amateur song-and-dance performers being able to do so, so she tried to derail the school idols' progress at every turn. Dia feels about school idols the complete opposite of "they're frivulous amateurs", she quickly comes around to wanting Aqours to succesfully take off in their career to the point of giving them their name to start with and helping them at turns like with restoring the power during their first show, but she takes a very "tough love" approach because she, like Mari and Kanan, is haunted by the past where they weren't able to make it as school idols, so she doesn't want to see these girls, her little sister included, going about things in a foolish way that only ensure they end up getting emotionally hurt the same way she, Mari, and Kanan were. Mari similarly subverts the Nozomi archetype in that here, it's the "Eli" character who gives the girls their idol group name and sincerely supports their efforts while the "Nozomi" character is setting them up to potentially fail because she's a snake in the grass who only really cares about getting Kanan's attention so that they can reconcile and be school idols together once again, making her the true adversary.

Trios were just sort of unavoidable this time around, with the third years especially being tightly-knit and important in both seasons.

There's also Saint Snow, who in just three episodes managed to outdo A-RISE as the main rivals, and that continues into Season 2.

And frankly, I feel it is underselling the show and what Jukki Hanada was able to bring to the table with it to claim that "the biggest issue facing this show is how much the shadow of the first Love Live hangs over it": this would only be a really big, genuine "issue" for the show's success if the writing was unaware of it, but as the season goes to show, they were all too aware of it and constructed the entire first season's metanarrative specifically towards the end of stepping out of the shadow cast by such a great predecessor so that not just this new school idol group and show, but all Love Live! groups and shows to follow them would be able to shine in their own special ways undeterred by the lingering specter of School Idol Project and μ’s

A large part of what made Aqours as beloved as they became is how effectively they were able to do that, coming off to everyone in and out of universe as Bargain Bin μ’s, and so the story of their series deliberately derived from, called back to, and straight-up repeated beats of μ’s' story in a way to make not just the audience think they could predict and expect what they were getting into, but to make Aqours themselves think they could predict and expect what they were getting into, which proved to be a dangerously false sense of security and self-assurance come their performance in Tokyo where they placed at the bottom with the audience score of 0, a sign from the universe screaming "μ’s was one of a kind and what worked for them will not work for every aspiring school idol group! You are NOT μ’s, so stop trying to BE μ’s and go seek ways to define who YOU are and find your own special radiance to share with the world!" Which ends up being exactly what Aqours went on to do.

This season would be a 7.5/10 for me on its own. But upon rewatch and given everything it means, it's a soild, easy 8/10 or even 9/10.

And that's season 1 of Sunshine down.

The biggest issue facing this show is how much the shadow of the first Love Live hangs over it. Even taking into account the metacommentary of Aquors learning to follow their own path instead of trying to be like Muse, the similarities between Sunshine and School Idol Project do it no favors. The spunky, scatterbrained orange-haired protagonist, her more sensible silver-haired best friend, the black-haired gremlin, the student council president who seemingly opposes the group while wishing she could be part of it, the president's closest confidante who supports the group openly and is responsible for unnecessary groping gags (somehow even worse in Mari's case), trios for each school year, the first concert almost ending in disaster before the girls rally to victory, the plotline about the school closing down from lack of applicants... there comes a point where the excuse of intentional parallels only get you so far. If Sunshine wants to shine as brilliantly as School Idol Project, then it needs to take its own advice and chart its own course instead of following so closely in its predecessor's footsteps. It needs to trust in its own unique shine, and if the second season is able to do that, then it will absolutely shake out as a triumph.

Because man, even with all those caveats, this show is really fucking good. The drama it mines from the characters' failures and reconciliation, the warmth of its setting, the nuances it finds in what it means to pursue greatness, Aquors' spectacular group dynamic... when it's marching to its own beat, Sunshine is every bit the soul-uplifting joy that School Idol Project was. There is more than enough potential for this installment to equal its predecessor and add its own unique beauty to the Love Live franchise, a beauty all its own. If it can accomplish that, then I'm gonna be singing this one's praises just as loudly as the first one. Until then, though, I'm giving Sunshine's first season a score of 6.5/10, and I hope season 2 will truly bring this entry into its own. See you then!

[diathadevil]

Anyway this was a fantastic concert. My knees and arms hurt after this. 10/10 Would go there again.

[magicshopaholic]

Industry Baby (Namjoon x OC)

Summary: In an unexpected turn of events involving your economics class and a magazine article, you find out just how talented your boyfriend is.

Pairing: Namjoon x OC

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word count: 8.6 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, teasing, dirty talk, making out, breast play, blowjobs, restraints, mild dominance, edging, unprotected sex

A/N: Not me reading a Reddit thread about the best rappers in the Korean music industry and coming up with a whole fic by the time I get to the end of it :')

A huge huge thank you to @jeoniius for being a stellar beta as usual, reading the whole thing, giving me tips and telling me how hot it was at the end :') Couldn't have done it without you, Tannie <3

This is also part of my submission towards the Bangtan Bingo Spring Event by @bangtanwritingbingo, using my square "oral sex".

Listen to: "i wanna be yours" by arctic monkeys

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Click, click, click.

You don’t realise you’re clicking your pen until the person in front of you turns around to frown at you. You immediately stop and mouth an apology, sinking down further in your seat as your cheeks burn and you continue counting down the minutes until you get home.

Not just home, though. To your boyfriend. There’s a warmth that flows through you at the thought. For once, when you go back to your studio apartment, you won’t need to look forward to simply receiving texts from him or maybe catching him on the phone during a common free half hour. No, if everything goes well and you’re able to get out of here at a decent hour, Namjoon will be right there, in the flesh, tall frame and dimpled smile welcoming you.

“Diversification bias!”

You almost jump out of your seat as your professor barks a term at the class, quite possibly the reaction he was hoping for. You realise that you’ve missed the last ten minutes of the lecture entirely, most unlike you. You love what you do, what you study. You like this professor: a thin, lanky gentleman with kind eyes and thinning hair who speaks with an exasperation that suggests he’s seen war - or numerous batches of post graduate students, which is pretty much the same. You even like this particular topic - Practical Case Studies on Neuromarketing and Their Uses in the Modern World - which is why as a Ph.D student who doesn’t mandatorily need to be here, you’ve still shown up to an advanced post graduate class.

You’re surprised, therefore, at how distracted you’re getting. You glance down at the notebook before you, to see one and a half pages of written notes and feel slightly better; your boyfriend’s presence here doesn’t seem to have rid you of all your focus, at least. You don’t know why it should; it’s not like it’s the first time he’s visited you here in Amsterdam. It’s the first time he’s been here in months, it’s true, and for some reason you’ve missed him more than ever while he’s been working on promotions for his new album. Soon, he and his band will be on tour and you’ll be lucky if you can get even a minute of his time in between your classes, his concerts and the multiple timezones.

“That’s correct!”

Fuck. You’ve never been this low on concentration before. You sit up straighter in your seat as the professor nods approvingly at someone a couple of rows behind you, determined to focus for the rest of the lecture. You squint at the slides he’s presenting, sighing quietly in relief when you pick up the gist of what he’s talking about. The graphs are ones you’ve worked on yourself for your research and the insights are logical enough for you to catch up.

“Why would we be talking about Herd Behaviour in this context, though, hm?” The professor prowls about the dias in front of the class, peering at the forty twenty-somethings in the room. “Why -” He turns with a flourish to the other side of the class “- would the perception of a choice affect the decision of a consumer when those around them would perceive the choice to be something else?”

Everyone looks at him blankly for a few moments as they process this before the murmurs break out and the guesses start coming in. You don’t raise your hand; were you a student of this class, you would have. As a doctoral candidate, you and the professor both know it would be unfair for you to answer, even if you’re the same age as half the class.

“Exactly,” declares the professor when a girl in the front row makes an educated guess. “Can you think of a practical example where an industry not only employs this, but thrives on perception marketing to influence a consumer’s decision?”

Film, sports, music, pharmaceuticals… You sigh, suddenly remembering why you’d zoned out. Still, you wait patiently as the answers come in slowly from different students and the professor nods in approval.

“Quite right. All correct - except that, Janssen. Sports? Think again.” He claps his hands, making everyone jump again. “Let’s talk about a popular case study here, alright? This one’s for the kids.” The slide behind him changes and your heart stops. Right there, in the middle of your classroom, eight feet tall, is an image of your boyfriend.

You hear the lazy whoops and claps from corners of the class and the professor grins at the reaction, everyone suddenly a bit more awake at a pop culture case study.

“Does anyone know who this is?” The professor asks, almost jokingly, pointing at the picture on screen.

“BTS!” Several voices crow, the classroom erupting into laughter. They’re right, of course, for while your eyes had naturally gone straight to Namjoon, you now notice his six bandmates around him, all dressed similarly in suits, posing for the camera with perfect make-up and styled hair.

“And who knows who this is?” To your horror, the professor trains his pointer straight to Namjoon so the red dot hovers somewhere between his chest and his shoulder.

The voices are fewer this time but, if possible, louder. “Rap Monster!” a couple of people call, while some go “RM!” and one girl goes “Kim Namjoon!”, the loudest of all of them.

“So you all are capable of such energy in class. Imagine that,” quips the professor as everyone laughs, and the girl goes red in the face but continues smiling, eyes trained on the picture. “Well - yes, in answer. Rap Monster, RM, what have you. Leader of BTS. Can anyone tell me why he’s the leader of this world famous band? No, not you, Karina, we’ll have to wait for you to calm down…”

Your heart is still thudding, unable to reconcile the image of Namjoon, your Namjoon, here in your Economics classroom. As the answers pop up, you find yourself surprised at how many people know him and the detail in which they do. You’re not daft; you know BTS is world famous. Just because you had no idea who they were when you met Namjoon, aside from the band’s name in a vague sort of way, doesn’t mean other people in your campus aren’t aware of them. You’ve just never been faced with it this blatantly.

From behind you, you hear a guy speak in a low voice. “Mate, who’s the bloke with the blue hair and why is he looking into my soul?”

Another male voice answers. “Dunno. The only one I recognise is Rap Monster.”

From next to you, a girl whips around to look at them. “Wait, Bill, what the hell? You listen to k-pop?”

“Nah, not really,” the second voice, Bill, answers lazily. “But I know Rap Monster, though. Aoki posted a picture with him so I checked him out. He can rap, by the way.”

“He goes by RM now.” You don’t realise you’ve spoken until the girl next to you snaps her head down to look at you, blue eyes wide. “I think,” you add hastily.

“Are you army?” she practically squeals.

“I - uh, not exactly,” you stutter, already regretting saying anything. While Namjoon doesn’t get recognised too much in Europe, compared to back in Seoul at least, you want to limit any potential connection between you and him, especially while he’s here. He’s warned you before about getting photographed together, more for your safety than anything else, and you intend to defer to his judgment here at least. “My cousin’s a huge fan. She’s Korean,” you add, nodding when the girl sighs in understanding and you thank your stars for Jae-Lin, your favourite cousin and the perfect cover for your bouts of random BTS knowledge.

Somehow, like something out of a dream, the class progresses, proceeding to break down the entire economics behind the formation and positioning of one of fastest emerging bands in the world. The professor switches the slide and this time it’s thankfully not just a huge picture of the band but a couple of graphs, pie charts, article screenshots and pictures of about fifteen different bands in a messy collage of sorts. 

Some of them are k-pop - thanks to Jae-Lin, you recognise who you think is EXO and Got7, and whom you know is Blackpink. Apart from them, you recognise One Direction, NSYNC and some western girl group that looks incredibly familiar but you can’t place for the life of you. However, the picture of BTS, this time in baggy clothes and headbands as they glare into the camera, still remains bigger than the rest of the collage put together.

“Why -” The professor’s voice booms around the class even in the absence of a mic “- is the concept of a centre so important in the k-pop industry? What is the perception they’re working with, when -” He trains his pointer straight to Namjoon again “- the band was actually created around a different member altogether?”

For the first time this entire lecture, you’re paying full attention. The professor continues, with factual inputs from a few students here and there, to explain how Namjoon was the first member, former underground rapper, leader, producer and whatnot. “Where does the revenue for a label come from?” he asks dramatically. “Come on,” he prods, a bit impatiently, when no one answers for a few seconds, “how would a label make money?”

“Production.” It’s the only thing you’ve said in the class so far and you intend to keep it that way, even when the professor catches your eye and nods, looking slightly gratefully.

“That’s right!” He turns with a flourish to point the red dot at the western bands now. “Historically, usually, the labels are the producers. Why is k-pop different? Why is -” He turns towards the class this time “- BTS different? Take a wild guess as to who produces half their music!”

There’s a smattering of answers as people guess the answer to this rather leading question. Somehow - and you have no idea how - the class has turned into an RM worship session, and most surprisingly, a large number of people seem to be participating in it. You don’t speak again for the rest of the class, simply listening in awe at how much people seem to know about your boyfriend. 

In the eight odd months that you’ve been dating - and the few months preceding it where you both danced around the topic for longer than required - you’ve discovered his love for modern art, his favourite artists, how he likes his eggs in the morning, which t-shirts he likes to sleep in, the fact that he greatly prefers wine to beer, that he’d read the entire Iliad in English when he was sixteen years old, that his favourite mode of foreplay is to palm you over your underwear until you’re begging for his fingers. Somehow, amidst all this information, and the fact that he’s somewhat of a legend in the k-pop industry has escaped you.

Of course, sixteen year old Jae-Lin has done everything in her power since the day you’d met him to convince you of his greatness, but given the fact that she’s also called Jimin “a real life angel” and declared Taehyung her future husband, you’ve been forced to take everything she says with a rather large pinch of salt.

You’re shaken out of your reverie when there’s a collective gasp of acknowledgement from the class, usually reserved for when a professor presents the class with a logic that’s been staring them in the face this whole time. As seems to be the theme for today, you’ve missed the explanation, but you watch as the slide switches to the conclusion of this case with - you guessed it - a full screen picture of BTS, this time at some sort of interview where all the members are sitting on high revolving chairs.

Your eyes, predictably, go straight to Namjoon, who’s sitting in the middle with a mic in his hand and a small smile on his face. It’s incredible how much you miss him in that moment, even though you know you’ll see him in a couple of hours. As the professor takes doubts from the class, your gaze lingers on the t-shirt he’s wearing, how the thin material stretches across his shoulders and around his lean biceps. You’d left fingernail marks on those last night, you remember, biting your lip.

The summer heat suddenly feels stronger, and you reach for your bottle of water to cool down whatever it is you’re feeling. It’s pride, for sure, and a lot of surprise - but a pleasant kind of surprise. But there’s also something else, something that makes you feel just the tiniest bit uneasy, only because its elusivity makes your reaction completely unpredictable. Just a few more hours, you think as you take a sip. Next to you, the girl leans over.

“Which one are you looking at?”

Your heart skips a beat. “Um… no one in particular.”

She rolls her eyes and gives you a knowing look, as though letting you know your secret is safe with her. “Let me guess. It’s Jungkook, isn’t it?”

You almost choke on your water. “Oh, God, no,” you mutter, automatically thinking back to the first time you’d ever met the kid, his shocked and reddening face, inopportune timing, and the cold showers you and Namjoon had had to take after that. Realising how that must sound, though, you immediately backtrack. “I mean, he’s - he’s sweet, but… I was looking at… at Jimin, actually. I like his jacket,” you add lamely, for the first time noting the colourful and sparkly cardigan he has on.

She seems to accept your answer as the professor dismisses the class, thanking them for their unexpected participation. As you stand up and begin gathering your things, it takes you a moment to realise that while the case study might be over, the topic of BTS certainly isn’t.

“... documentary on how Eminem rose to fame,” Bill, one of the guys behind you, says as he zips up his bag. “Dre said it, too, that the best rappers have flow, beats and wordplay. RM has all of those. At least in k-pop, he’s one of the best,” he declares.

“The rest of them are really good, too,” the girl next to you pipes up, letting her blond hair out of its ponytail. “Suga and J-Hope. Best rap line in k-pop,” she corrects Bill.

“Wait, hang on, Ana,” says the guy next to Bill, turning to his friend. “What d’you mean wordplay? You don’t even speak Korean!”

They continue bickering, the two guys and Ana trailing behind them next to you. As the class exits, a few more people join them and it doesn’t take you long to realise that it’s everyone in the class who has any kind of opinion on k-pop. It’s incredibly strange; your heart skips a beat every time you hear anyone refer to Namjoon, especially when they’re giving him a compliment, but everything after that feels like brand new information. You hover around the same group as everyone mills outside before going their separate ways. There aren’t too many post graduate students you’re familiar with apart from the ones you studied with last year, but suddenly you’re glad you chose to attend this lecture.

BTS RM Tops Spotify Charts with Mixtape in Twenty-Four Hours… You scroll through the article on your laptop an hour later, feet up on your coffee table and a glass of red wine next to you. They’ve used a recent picture of Namjoon, dyed blond hair and winning smile taking up your whole screen before the article begins. You remember when the mixtape came out; you’d been together for three months at the most, and all he’d said about it was that it was different from the stuff BTS usually put out so he wasn’t sure if fans would like it. 

You knew it had done well, though; Namjoon’s relief and happiness hadn’t been a secret but it had coincided with you getting your research methodology approved and his reaction when you’d told him had been to “celebrate both wins together”. Now, you can’t quite believe he’d thought they were the same thing.

You continue going through headlines with a little trepidation. Even after Jae-Lin had revealed that the guy you’d bumped into and flirted with over a year ago was the leader of BTS, you’d been hesitant to look him up online, part of you wanting to follow your instincts and research, but another part forcing you to restrain yourself because you honestly had no idea what you’d find. Once you’d met him and gone on a couple of dates, you’d been able to form your own opinion of him - which, by all standards, was a fantastic one, and you’d no longer needed to read anything else.

The front door opens and you immediately close the browser window, looking up to see Namjoon enter. He takes off his earphones the moment he sees you and smiles easily, dimples popping. “Hey, beautiful,” he murmurs, walking up to you and tilting his head to kiss you on the mouth. “Sorry I’m late,” he says, straightening up and taking off the baseball cap. He runs a hand through his hair and takes a seat next to you. “How was your day?”

“It was okay,” you reply, leaning into him a bit when he puts an arm around your shoulders. “Good lecture.”

“Yeah? What was it about?” He sounds genuinely interested, just like he had on your first date when you’d told him what you do. 

“Neuromarketing.” You bite your lip, not elaborating further. It’s suddenly odd to see him back here after everything you’ve seen and heard in your class today. You note how different he looks, too; every picture on the slides had him and the band looking flawless, in designer clothes and with smooth skin and perfect hair. But right now, in chinos and Chuck Taylors, with his hair slightly messy and face bare, he looks like a dream. 

He’s still frowning curiously, though, so you shake your head. “I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Okay.” Namjoon sighs and ruffles his hair again. “I’m going to take a shower. It was a hot day,” he adds, and you nod in agreement. “We’ll watch the documentary when I’m back?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Smiling and patting your bare leg affectionately, he kisses your cheek and stands up. “Oh, by the way,” he says, moving to hang the cap on the line of hooks you have on the wall next to your TV, currently occupied by your bag and a few stoles, “I passed by the gallery today while they were setting up for tomorrow’s exhibit. It looks like it’s going to be huge.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Do you think you'll be recognised? We can skip it if you want.”

“What? No,” he says immediately. “I know how hard it must have been to get these tickets - I definitely want to go.”

“Are you sure?”

“A hundred percent,” he confirms, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles before heading inside. He emerges fifteen minutes later, in a white t-shirt and black cotton shorts, drying his wet hair with a towel. The image makes something stir inside you and the warmth you feel coursing through you makes you wonder if the second glass of wine was a bad idea. You’d tried, while he was gone, to try and put your finger on why you were suddenly looking at him a bit differently, hoping that seeing him in the flesh might do the trick. But he seems more than ever like the same person you’ve known since June last year - except for that one thing.

“I just remembered, I have to send an email,” he mutters, going to his bag which he’d left under the row of hooks and retrieving a small, sleek laptop.

“Now?” you ask, keeping your own laptop aside and standing up before making your way over to him.

“Yeah, it needs to get to the management before they wake up in the morning, which is…” He checks his watch “... in about an hour.” He props the laptop open on your small dining table and begins typing away on the Korean keyboard, still standing. 

You stop right behind him and place your hands lightly on his hip bones, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He smells of your shower gel but there’s an additional scent there, something you only get to experience when he’s around and miss like hell when he isn’t.

Namjoon lets out a content sigh and pauses typing when he feels your touch. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says softly, “but this will just take a minute, I promise.”

“It’s okay, take your time,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his waist when he resumes typing. Your nose is at level with the top of his shoulder; you rest your forehead against it and inhale, content to just be with him, his large and comforting frame back in your life and in your apartment.

“Babe?” You tighten your arms around him slightly and wait for him to murmur in acknowledgement. “Who’s Runch Randa?”

The typing stops abruptly. “What?”

You lift your head to rest your chin against his shoulder blade so he can hear you more clearly. “Runch Randa?” you repeat.

“Where, uh, where did you hear that name?”

“In my Economics class today.”

“You heard Runch Randa in your Economics class?”

“M-hm,” you nod, mostly telling the truth. The girl sitting next to you - Anabelle, you'd discovered later - had mentioned the name to the group in a deliberate attempt to be nonchalant and looked extremely proud when no one else seemed to recognise it, before she finally explained it on her own. “Apparently, he’s a pretty big deal.”

“Kaya?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re going to have to explain, babe, just a little bit.”

You snicker against his shoulder. “You were a case study in my class today. Or, BTS was,” you amend.

“Seriously?” Namjoon turns around slightly. “Wow. Why?”

“It was actually a pretty good example of perception marketing,” you allow, “and it included other k-pop acts, too. But,” you add, coming back to the point, “apparently you’re, like… a really huge deal. Top of the industry and stuff?”

“Oh, that’s… that’s not true.”

“Really?”

“M-hm.”

“So BTS isn’t platinum in, like, forty countries with the highest album sales of any k-pop group ever?”

He pauses. “I mean… okay, yeah, but -”

“And you aren’t the leader of the group? And apparently the best rapper in the industry, neck and neck with Zico?”

Namjoon pauses, turning around a bit more. “Someone said I’m as good as Zico?” he asks, eyes wide. “Wait - how do you know who Zico is?”

You haven’t the faintest idea who Zico is, but it was one of the two names being thrown around while the group from your class debated on who the best rapper in the Korean industry was. But this isn’t about your k-pop knowledge - or lack thereof. “And your mixtape didn’t top Spotify charts in, like, a day?”

There’s silence for a moment before Namjoon sighs and turns around fully, and you drop your arms from around him. “Where did you hear that?”

“I read it online, like a normal person. Although a normal person would probably hear about it from her boyfriend, considering it was his album,” you tell him, unable to keep a note of annoyance out of your voice.

He leans back against the table and frowns slightly. “Are you mad?”

You sigh heavily, reaching out to tug at the bottom of his t-shirt. “No, of course not. I just… it’s a really huge deal. And even the other stuff…” You bite your lip, trying to get to the bottom of it. “You don’t talk about your work a lot,” you finish eventually.

He shrugs, eyes softening. “Yeah, because I don’t get to see you that often,” he says, pulling you closer by the waist. “Why would I want to talk about work when I do get to see you?”

“I’m not saying you need to talk about it all the time, but I want to know,” you say in a small voice. “The good stuff and the bad. I tell you everything about my work,” you point out.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “You tell me everything?”

“Pretty much. Minus the boring stuff.”

“You didn’t tell me you walk back home alone from campus after midnight. I found that out when I got here and saw it for myself.” You don’t miss the disapproving note in his tone, so you give him a look until he sighs again. “Look, I know you weren’t really into k-pop before we met. I don’t want to force it on you.”

“You weren’t into behavioural economics research when we met either, but I still tell you all about it.” When he doesn’t answer, you drop your gaze. “Congratulations. On the Spotify thing.” You feel yourself getting pulled closer to him and his arms encircling your waist.

“Thank you,” he mutters, pressing his lips to the side of your neck before coming back up to your lips and kissing you. You automatically kiss him back, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck as you melt into him, like you always do. His mouth opens against yours and you sigh softly, having thought about nothing but this all day. 

Namjoon slides one hand slightly lower down the curve of your hip. “Sexy t-shirt,” he murmurs against your mouth.

You smile into the kiss. “It should be. It’s yours.”

He lowers his hand even further so it skims the hem of the t-shirt and lifts it up, making a low sound of approval. “Damn, I thought you were wearing shorts under this.”

“M-m, it’s too hot for shorts,” you reply, feeling the familiar warmth between your legs and nipping at his lip. “Is that a problem?”

He chuckles, low and deep. “Not at all.” He squeezes your arse and the heat increases. “It’s encouraged, in fact.”

You know if you keep going, you’re bound to forget everything you were talking about before this so you pull away regretfully and push him back slightly, ignoring his quiet groan. “Okay, no, but back to you and how you’re some kind of legend in the industry.”

Namjoon groans, an embarrassed hint of a smile on his face. “I’m not. Really. There’s seven of us who’ve made all that happen.”

“No, I know,” you say immediately, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “I’m not trying to take anything away from them, but… okay, aren’t you the leader? The first member of the group? Had the opportunity to go solo but didn’t take it? Underground rapper with a name and a brand already?”

His smile widens and the dimple appears, even as he drops his face into his hand before looking back at you. “Okay, yes, all that is… technically true. But it sounds a lot fancier than it is.”

“Ugh, you’re so sexy when you’re being modest,” you groan teasingly, your stomach flipping when he laughs as you push him back by the chest until he’s sitting in your recliner. It’s your most expensive purchase, one you’d made after you’d finished a gruelling research job for one of the university’s faculty members, and you’d sprung for a good version, with a soft leather lining and the cup holders on either arm. 

Namjoon sits back without protest, the top of his head just an inch above the back of the chair. You straddle him, finally having his full attention. His expression is somewhere between exasperated and indulgent and you have to ignore the jolt in your heart as his hands come up to rest comfortably on your hips. “Alright, what’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on.” You aren’t sure how to put this into words and it frustrates you. You’re normally quite articulate, especially when it comes to self-awareness, but this time you just can’t identify it. You hold his gaze; despite sitting on his lap, his height ensures that you’re still at eye level with each other. “I just want to know what’s going on with my brilliant boyfriend, that’s all.”

“Your brilliant boyfriend needs to finish writing an email,” he says, matter-of-fact.

You deflate. “Fine, I can take a hint,” you mutter, moving to get off but immediately feeling yourself being pulled back.

“No, come here, I’m sorry,” he says, smiling and sounding apologetic. “I’m… I’m just not very good at taking compliments.”

“Even from me?”

“Especially from you. My brilliant Ph.D girlfriend,” he adds, pulling you even closer and kissing you on the cheek.

“I’m not a Ph.D yet,” you remind him, your cheeks warm. You shift your gaze, suddenly feeling shy. You finger a strand of his hair; it was initially a warm, golden blond but with his natural brown seeping in, it’s a dark, caramel colour, longer than it had been when you first met. “It felt nice,” you say finally, “to hear all that stuff about you. Of course, a little weird because a room full of strangers knew more about you than I did…” You lower your hand and your eyes. “But I felt proud and…” You trail off.

“And?”

You shrug and shake your head. “Nothing. Just proud.”

"Thank you," he says after a moment, and his voice sounds deeper. When you simply nod and look up, he frowns slightly. "What?"

"... What?"

"Kaya." His voice is deep and soothing, like warm honey, and he looks more curious than anything else, tilting his head. "What is it?"

You straighten your face, wondering what exactly it is that he's seeing on it. "Nothing," you repeat, mostly because you don't know either. His torso, large and lean, is inches away from yours. You feel your toes curl of their own accord when you notice how his gaze continually falls and lingers on you.

Namjoon doesn't say anything else. He’s seen this look before - he just can’t place it exactly. You’re playing with the ends of your hair, falling dark and wavy down your shoulders and stopping just above your breasts. The leaf green t-shirt looks like spring against your olive skin and, without thinking, he brushes a strand of hair off your neck. As you shift slightly in his lap, he feels the elastic of your underwear against his thumb and immediately wonders if you’re wearing black - and he feels himself stir at the thought.

He can’t tell if you’ve felt it. It suddenly occurs to him where he’s seen this look and at the same moment, something seems to click in your mind. Leaning forward, you tilt your head slightly and kiss him. 

He seems surprised for a fraction of a second but responds passionately, sliding his hands slowly up your back as you bring your hand to rest behind his head, fingers running through his hair. All intellectual brilliance aside, Kim Namjoon is the best goddamn kisser you’ve ever come across in your life. You open your mouth against his, sighing when you feel his tongue press sensually against yours and pull at his hair slightly, and this time you definitely feel him stir under you.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, moving down to trail kisses down your jaw and to your neck as his hands disappear under your t-shirt. His large hands envelope almost your entire torso, warm and familiar on your skin before reaching your breasts, pushing them up and squeezing them. Your soft groan makes him twitch and he feels for your nipple, moving the hem of your bra aside and running his thumb over it.

“Oh, god…” You moan even louder, rolling your hips into his. “Shit, you’re really good at everything, aren’t you?” His low snicker against your neck makes your abdomen clench, and you feel him squeeze your breasts again. “World famous music producer and everything?”

Aside from the conversation you were just having, you’ve just referred to an inside joke, possibly the oldest one you both have. His chest flutters at the memory of your face looking up at him in the sunshine, juxtaposed with the reality of you on his lap right now, expression full of desire. “You know I am, baby,” he murmurs, snaking a hand down to your arse and pulling you closer. “A pretty damn good music producer…”

Your eyes snap open as he begins sucking softly at the spot above your collarbone. There it is, you think, except you don’t yet know what it is but you can tell it’s right in front of you, dangling just within reach. You run your hand through his hair again, your fingernails scraping against his scalp. He groans softly against your skin and your heart starts beating faster.

“Tell me you’re the best rapper the industry’s ever seen,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he squeezes your breasts again. He chuckles again, soft and low, but you’re done with jokes. Pulling away slightly, you push him backwards by the shoulder and kiss him, ignoring his momentary surprise. By the time you separate, he’s panting, his eyes narrow and heavily lidded. You suddenly realise how you’ve both shifted, and you’re finally able to look down at him. “Tell me,” you repeat softly.

Namjoon bites his lower lip, as though just realising he’s looking up at you, too. “I’m the best fucking rapper the industry’s ever seen,” he says quietly. Your heart jolts and you feel a warm wetness between your legs as you reach forward and your mouths meet again, messier and wetter than before. Even his grip is stronger now, holding your pelvis to his as he slides one hand beyond the hem of your underwear and squeezes the flesh.

“Joon,” you murmur, pulling away, breathless, and holding his gaze. “I want to tie you up.”

His eyes flicker for a moment, running over your dishevelled hair, swollen lips and glowing skin. Then, he nods. “Okay.”

Your heart thuds and for a moment you don’t move. You think you know what this is about, but you don’t want to overthink it. Clambering off his lap, you walk towards the row of hooks and grab the two thinnest stoles you can find before sauntering back over to Namjoon. His eyes don’t leave you and as you near him, he places his arms on the armrests of the chair, his erection now fully visible. 

“Sure you’re okay with this?” you ask, pausing where you’re kneeling down, a dark blue stole ready to be used. When he nods again, the corner of his mouth curving upwards slightly almost like he’s looking forward to it, you smirk up at him. His heart jolts in his chest at the sight of your smile, his favourite thing in the world, and he sits back as you secure both his wrists to the cup holders of the chair before standing up again.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he mutters, visibly checking you out and letting his gaze linger on where the t-shirt rides up to the tops of your thighs as you run your hands through your hair. You notice where his attention is and raise your hands even higher, allowing the black of your underwear to peek through and Namjoon lets out a choked sigh before looking back up at you.

You love it when he talks dirty - which is often. He knows he has the voice for it and he uses it all the time, telling you how gorgeous you look or what he wants to do to you. It usually works differently because while neither of you occupy the role of the dominant one, Namjoon usually leads, worshipping your body and driving you crazy in equal measure. This time, though… you straddle him again, slowly, taking your time because now, the best fucking rapper in the industry has all his attention on you.

Hesitating just so you can see his reaction, you lean forward and kiss him again, slower this time. You tease him, swiping your tongue across his lower lip and biting on it lightly until he groans into your mouth. His erection twitches again and you feel it more clearly this time. Still kissing him, you reach down between you and palm him through his shorts, feeling yourself get wetter when you realise how hard he is.

“Fuck,” he breathes, pulling away and resting his head on the back of the chair. “God, I want your mouth on me…”

“I know you do, baby,” you murmur, slowly letting him go and sitting back so you can lift his t-shirt. You watch his expression as you run your hands up his torso, loving how he’s forcing himself to meet your gaze. You make sure to graze your fingernails against his skin until you reach his pecs and lift the shirt up further. The way his breath hitches tells you that he knows what’s coming - something you’ve only done once before.

Shifting further back on his lap, you lower yourself so you can press your lips to his sternum. The scent of your lime shower gel that he's used hits you again and you move up further, feeling his chest tighten under your light touch. “Something wrong, baby?” you ask softly, trailing your mouth higher up. When you reach the spot below his nipple, you feel his erection strain against his shorts.

“Kaya,” he mutters, sounding like he’s gritting his teeth. “Come on, don’t tease me, baby...”

“You tease me all the time,” you remind him, unable to resist pointing that out. “Being a big deal in the music business can’t get you everything, baby.” Lifting his shirt up further, you reach out to lightly brush your tongue against his nipple.

“Fuck!”

You look up from your position to see his head thrown back as he bites down on his lip. You continue, more confident now that you’re getting the reaction you wanted. You lick his nipple again, this time grazing it lightly with your teeth when he groans again when you feel a warm wetness against your thigh. Reaching for his erection, you brush your thumb over his covered tip, confirming the pre cum that’s leaked out.

Straightening up, you reach for his face, bringing it down to look at you. “Fuck, you’re so hard for me, baby,” you murmur, only partly in wonder. Slipping a hand under the waistband of his shorts, you grip his length through his boxers, your own clit pulsing at the feel of it. Namjoon’s eyes flutter shut when he feels your touch and you kiss his jaw, making your way down to his neck and biting lightly on his earlobe. 

“How many artists said they wanted to work with you this year, hm?” you ask calmly, your lips touching the helix of this ear and your thumb brushing the tip of his cock. “When you were in the States last month?”

“Not -” He breaks off, biting his lip as you continue stroking him. You sit up to look at him properly, waiting for him to pay attention to you. “I…” He swallows, and you feel him pulsate in your hand. “Ten… maybe fifteen,” he says at last.

You nod, knowing you’re soaked through your underwear by now. “I’m so proud,” you tell him softly, lowering your head to kiss him again. He kisses you back hungrily and you run your free hand across his shoulders and down his chest, your stomach leaping at how tight and tense he is.

“I want you…” Namjoon whines, lips moving off yours and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, “... please, babygirl.”

At the last word, you let him go and slide off of him, getting your first good look at how far you’ve been able to push him till now. Wrists tied, cock hard and expression both aroused and frustrated, you can finally reconcile what you’ve been feeling this whole time. RM, leader, rapper, producer and Big Hit’s main man is yours. 

Kneeling down between his spread knees, you hear him sigh and see his hands clench into fists on either side of your head, bound by a green and blue stole each. You snake one hand up his thigh, continuing even after it disappears into his shorts until you feel him again, big and hard. You palm him, trying to ignore how much you want him right now, how badly you want him to fill you up… Namjoon groans again, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

“Kaya…” He sounds so incredible, his deep voice reverberating in your small apartment, his huge frame in your favourite chair, all the while at your mercy. 

"Yeah, babe?"

“Please…”

You retrieve your hand and reach forward to bring his shorts and boxers down together, freeing his cock, hard and already dripping pre cum. You need to bite your lip to keep from audibly moaning at the sight; it’s never ceased to amaze you just how well-endowed your boyfriend is, especially because he doesn’t act overconfident or super proud of it. 

Getting on all fours so you can crawl back between his legs, you sit back on your heels and look up at him, willing him to beg again. His pleading gaze is enough, though; when you reach out gently grasp him, he lets out a guttural groan and drops his head back against the chair. 

“God, you’re so hard, baby,” you repeat in a wondrous murmur, stroking him once. Next to you, his fists clench again and his hard length pulses in your hand. You brush his tip with your thumb so the pre cum leaks out, your core aching when he groans in pleasure. Standing up but retaining your hold on him, you gently bring his face to meet yours. You kiss him, softly. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Namjoon’s eyes flutter open unevenly to look at you, the desire and desperation clear on his face. You feel a jerk, and when you see his gaze abruptly move to his hands, you realise it’s the first time he’s forgotten that he’s tied up. Licking his lips and swallowing, he meets your gaze again. “Suck me…” he sighs, closing his eyes and finally giving in. 

BTS’s RM essentially, you could say, was responsible for an entire quarter’s increase in revenue for the parent company - so why are we glossing over this rather important fact? The question that was posed to the class runs through your mind as you lower yourself, as does the response, wherein while everybody else struggled to put forward a few well-informed guesses, you’d felt a flutter in your stomach at the sheer power your boyfriend clearly held… except for now.

You stroke him a few more times, smoothly and consistently, using the pre cum to lubricate him well. Namjoon’s sighs tell you it’s working, so without making him wait any longer, you reach forward and take him in your mouth. The moment your lips touch his cock, he lets out a groan and you automatically grip him a little harder. Slowly, you take him in further until you establish a cadence, running your tongue along his length and swirling it around his head.

“Fuck, Kaya, you feel so good…” He groans, and you can tell he’s struggling to keep his hips from buckling. His deep voice, capable of making you feel so much even in a non-sexual setting, makes your heart race and your clit throb with desire. From your periphery, you see him look down at you. “You look so pretty with your mouth around my cock, fuck…”

You can’t help it; you moan at his words and hunch further over him, taking him in as deep as you can, feeling his tip touch the back of your throat. You lift your hips off your heels to get into a better position and feel his oversized t-shirt drop down your back. You don’t realise until you hear the chair creak and see his hands strain against the bonds that your underwear is visible and by his reaction, you were right about it being black.

“God, baby, I want to come in your mouth,” he murmurs, groaning loudly when you cup his balls with your other hand. “I don’t think I can - I think I’m going to -”

Just as he breaks off, you let him go with a pop and stand up, feeling close to the edge yourself when he groans in frustration. You don’t wait for him to glare at you or beg any further; you’ve teased him enough - and ironically, you’ve made yourself a hot mess for him, too. Brushing the rogue strands of hair off your face and wiping your mouth, you reach up under the t-shirt and tug your underwear down, stepping out of it and straddling him.

“Shit, yes…” The relief in Namjoon’s face is more than evident when you climb onto his lap. Kissing him, you raise your hips and slide down onto his cock, both of you moaning in unison. Pulling away from his mouth, you sigh in pleasure as you shift into position, feeling his length and girth inside you and feeling so full, so complete that you whisper his name without thinking.

He grunts in response, moving his hips so he hits your g-spot just right. “Fucking hell… Kaya, take off your t-shirt, baby.”

Instinctively, you’re about to listen before you stop and take a long, hard look at your boyfriend. He’s gritting his teeth, already on edge, his muscles tense and his eyes narrow and boring into you like he’s already undressed you mentally.

Can’t have that. Grabbing the back of his head, you roll your hips into his, not taking your eyes off him as he groans again. You kiss him, your tongues meeting immediately, both your moans being swallowed as you fuck him into the chair, your hands sliding up his t-shirt and feeling his taut chest. His shoulders tense further and you feel the chair move as he tugs on the restraints.

“Kaya…”

You shiver when you hear his voice, because he’s no longer pleading. His mouth moves to wherever it can reach, down your jaw and to the side of your neck before you manoeuvre him to look at you again.

“Tell me you’re it,” you murmur, using all your strength to keep your voice steady while he stays inside you, “tell me you’re the industry, baby.”

Namjoon meets your gaze, looking like he’s holding onto the last shred of resistance he has in him. Still not breaking eye contact, you reach down and take your shirt off, keeping just enough distance from him for him to screw his eyes shut in frustration and tug at the restraints again. “I’m the goddamn fucking industry,” he mutters, his gaze falling to your mouth.

You don’t keep him waiting any longer and roll your hips into his again, your breasts pressing against his chest as you kiss him roughly, pulling his hair and biting his lip to tell him everything - how proud you are of him, how much you love him, how ridiculously lucky you feel sometimes. He tugs at the bonds again and this time you feel the chair move.

“Fucking hell, Kaya, please let me touch you, baby!” Namjoon pulls away and blurts, sounding more frustrated than ever. He tugs at the restraints one more time but you don’t make him wait any longer, simply reaching back and untying both scarves one by one. His hands come up to you at lightning speed, flat on your skin, reaching everywhere. 

You frantically tug at the bottom of his t-shirt and unhook your bra as he takes it off, mouths meeting again in a fit of passion and desperation. You can feel every bit of his skin, as warm and clammy as yours, as he holds you to him as close as possible.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he mutters against your mouth, hands pushing your breasts together and squeezing them. He takes one of your nipples, rock hard between his fingers and twists it. You moan and pull away, fucking him faster now, your whimpers and his grunts in harmony. 

“Oh, God, Joon, I’m so close,” you gasp, clutching his shoulders. His hands snake down to your arse and he grabs the flesh, and you can feel his warm breath on your face, telling you he’s close as well.

“Mm, cum all over my cock, baby,” he murmurs tightly, pressing another kiss to your jaw. He squeezes your arse again before landing a light spank on your cheek - and you do exactly as he asked. You shudder in his arms as you feel wave after wave of your orgasm crash onto you. “Fuck, I love you so much,” you hear him say against your neck before grabbing your hips again and coaxing you to move.

Using him for support, you begin moving again, feeling his hips thrust upwards as well. “I’m almost there, babygirl,” he mutters, reaching up to kiss you again.

You kiss him back hungrily, feeling your wetness coat his cock further. “Come on, fill me up, baby,” you whine against his mouth, feeling his hips buckle upwards before he groans and drops his head backwards. You close your eyes as you feel the warm spurts inside you as he pants, his bare chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

You lean into him, dropping your head onto his shoulder, exhausted. Pressing a kiss to the slightly sweaty skin of his neck, you close your eyes again. “Love you, too,” you whisper, feeling his arms come around you as he softens inside you. This, arguably, is one of your favourite things about sex with Namjoon. While neither of you are too cuddly or tactile in general, the few moments after sex are so intimate and private that he holds you in silence anyway, gentle and protective no matter how urgent or rough the sex was.

“What was that?” His voice is quiet, fingers brushing your hair off your clammy shoulder.

You look up at him, head still resting on his chest. ��What was what?” you ask innocently. When he gives you a look, a hint of a smile still on his face, you shrug and look down. It seems insane that after what just transpired, you might actually be too shy to meet his gaze. “Did you like it?”

Namjoon sighs thoughtfully, and you eventually do look up at him. “Well,” he says finally, “it was different. And I think you can tell if I liked it or not,” he admits, smile widening just a bit. “But I’d say if you like this chair, you probably shouldn’t do it again.”

“Okay. I won’t do it again in this chair.”

He chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “Where are you going?” he asks when you sit up a moment later, an underlying whine in his tone.

“I’m getting up.” You adjust yourself and both of you sigh softly as he slides out of you. Reaching for the tissue box on the side table, you clean yourselves up before you get off the chair and start pulling on your clothes. “What?” you ask, noticing how he hasn’t moved.

“I…” He sighs and smiles lazily, sitting back and watching you hook your bra. “Nothing. That was just…” He sighs again and you feel your cheeks heat up with the way he’s looking at you, but you keep your cool. “I’m not ready to be done yet,” he states, holding out a hand, presumably for you to take and climb back on his lap.

You shake your head, though. “Can’t, baby,” you tell him, pulling on your t-shirt and kissing him on the cheek. “You have an email to finish writing.”

~

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[perfectfangirl]

the title 😭 i love it!--- your mind once again, rad away and this mystery serum being tied together in their creation would be so interesting and these chems [and perhaps all of them in the games] needing human trials and that might mean testing on irradiated subjects/ghouls oof wow. have never thought about it like this! that would explain the skull type insignia on the bottles, it wouldn't make sense why someone would take these unless... it's? really poisonous to ingest? for standard people? wow. yes, i've watched lots of oxhorn's videos and have just started to get to his show commentary and did end up watching the one on vault 4, thank you rad away being used for human testing kinda is starting to make sense given how it has numerous and prominent side effects in itself. to my understanding, i think it's a pre war chem as well. i wonder if they couldn't make a better formula before the bombs dropped... yeah you know what you state here is odd and interesting because... to me, when cooper passes out at the super duper mart, it's almost like even taking the serum wouldn't or shouldn't have helped him at that point, not unlike roger. but their symptoms aren't even the same! like is that man even starting to go feral without that mystery chem or is he just going through withdrawals like i need to knowww yes omg the dia[mono?]logue with lucy and cooper at the super duper mart was pretty odd, when she said "one of those" i think i was thinking of the ones inside who were toasted but like? she was outside talking about the ones she helped escape? yeah here, it seems confusing how she talks about it but i didn't think of the fact maybe lucy sees cooper as somehow different than the other [nonferal] ghouls. her not being able to understand ghouls going feral versus nonferal ghouls but seeing a difference between nonferal ghouls and cooper is particularly intriguing. she mentioned roger "was sick" but didn't seem to understand going feral is fatal [or rather, the end stage of ghoulfication]. i assume cooper didn't know about the feral ghouls in the super duper mart either [though he clearly knows what kinda business they got running in there, i wonder if he's ever been inside? damn] ok so listen--- previously rad away was addictive. it stopped being addictive around fallout 3, i'd say. so i almost have to wonder if perhaps this mystery serum has components of rad away in it? oof yes, him taking the serum [whatever it is] really would present a good explanation for why he's so goddamn smooth. he's still missing a nose but his skin and symptoms seems so different than other ghouls depicted in the show. yes! we know they made a concerted effort to make cooper a pretty ghoul man but also not exactly doing it for other ghouls in the show too is also a choice 👀. there's a deeply entrenched agenda in here and while one could say it's to lend to a performance and appearance that was not off putting or disturbing to the viewer, it's a really curious one when the choice words are "handsome" and "attractive". like we've left the realm of a "human" performance and now we're entering sexuality and sensuality. the show accounts have even gone so far as to play up people finding him handsome. like idk exactly what they're doing but we're onto them 🧐

ooo and this goes back to me wondering if the serum is just a chem combination of rad away [and/or maybe other chem combinations] and that's why the show hasn't gone out of its way to name it or make it a clear thing [at least just yet]. if there's a lot of it, maybe this is another clue it's a pre war chem? but then again, i do think it's mentioned dom pedro is a gang leader, war lord type. so him and his associates would have the tools, skills, and knowledge to either transport or create most of these drugs to my understanding, then. this also leads credence that the drug being used on cooper is working since they trapped that poor man down there for thirty years and he came out fine [at least visibly]. that kinda means dom pedro at least knows this drug and its uses and who it's for and that it works i guess? the honcho gang implying cooper's a mutant [to their understanding] is interesting since [super] mutants are made by the forced evolutionary virus 👀 oh yes i genuinely think we are being introduced to a super mutant type [character] with thaddeus. maximus and thaddeus himself seem to think he might be turning into a ghoul but initial watch, i thought super mutant the whole time. especially after the enclave easter egg with siggi episodes before. ooo you've made sense to me the hibernation theory, great explanation here. yeah, i haven't seen nearly enough commentary on maximus as a child with the fridge because he really should also basically be ghoulified as well? then i started wondering if they actually dropped nuclear bombs or something else but that would call rose being ghoulified into question. [unless there's faulty memories here]. maybe he was saved by rad away or rad x or something and there's a good explanation. idk i feel like maybe bakersfield was more than just an easter egg? hard to know without season two--- it would just make for some good story lines if included but if it's just an easter egg, it's a chilling [good] one. again, thanks for the in depth analysis, there's so much to think about and it's only one (1) season, you're brilliant, friend

starting to see the poetry in moldaver keeping rose all this time in her feral state and the possibility of cooper and lucy forming some type of bond where lucy would theoretically do the same [though i don't particularly think cooper would end game exactly this way at least not in the show] but then i started wondering... just how long was rose ghoulified? i am curious if they'd show moldaver and/or rose flashbacks because a timeline or even just scenes would be interesting to the story. like if rose's ghoulification was fast, i wonder if moldaver was incredibly sentimental and grief stricken and this situation just happened? or was it slow. like most ferality is. and moldaver and rose got to talking. what if rose asked moldaver to keep rose around even... after... as... evidence? i mean lucy got to see all what hank did this way. with verified proof. it's obvious there was sentiment there too with moldaver but... the twist, the exposure of that what hank did was the sharpest revelation, i think. at least the most prominent in those moments... i think moldaver [implied at least to me] loving rose and then keeping her as a feral ghoul is with detailed purpose. i definitely think there's going to be more things similar to this in the show. whether it has anything to do with cooper and/or lucy, i guess the writers will show us in time but i can see parallels being drawn, maybe not as tragic or even as stark. but i do think there will be more than what we saw with roger and rose.

[hopeless-deerie-fanfics]

MUSIC TASTES AND GUILTY PLEASURE SONGS bros + undateables

Lucifer

Jazz, classical music, if he has to choose a modern artist then aurora or Videoclub, he vibes with French music a lot of the time. He also likes Piano and violin covers of more popular songs but cannot stand the originals. Satan and belphie are aware of this and take full advantage, much to his chagrin.

Guilty pleasure: mamamoo, hwasa specifically radiates Lucifer energy and I can 100 percent see him vibing with it. Levi swears he once saw him at a concert but would never say so, he gets a death glare from Lucifer every time he brings up mamamoo in conversation so he knows he saw correct but also he *doesn't want to die*.

Mammon

90s hip hop jams, queen, classic rock, overall has pretty good taste in music, adores abba

Guilty pleasure: he cries at the shrek soundtrack and he doesn't know why. Just straight up starts bawling to all star. Also romantic songs get him crying. He just can't. He has a playlist named 'MC' that's full of romantic songs he wants to dance with them to, but any time any of the songs plays he starts crying.

Levi

K-pop and jpop, he stans Loona. Listens to a mix of male, female and mixed groups and artists. surprisingly enough he goes to the most concerts out of all of the brothers, even beating Asmo out (since he tends to go clubbing instead). It's the only time he voluntarilly goes into such an enviroment. When he goes to a concert he doesn't mess about, VIP tickets and gets the best merch. He loves anime themes, also see him liking anything 'niche' so is a bit of a hipster and a massive music snob. Likes things like horrible histories songs and asap science elements song where he can study without studying if ya get me. Deffo can name every Pokémon. Pfft you like the original poke rap? Catch this boi listening to BDG's better pokerap and reciting every word, also rocks out to Richie Branson.

Guilty pleasure: Ariana Grande but hates that he likes it cos it's 'normie music'

Satan

Studio Ghibli soundtracks, heavy metal, baby queen, MCR, AKMU, Triple H, Gang of Youths, Paramore, good taste but very varied so his playlists are always jumping between genres.

Guilty pleasure: the front bottoms, esp. the song 'father' for obvious reasons, also likes Videoclub but knows that Lucifer also likes it so adamantly denies he likes it. Catch him alone in the library jamming out to 'En nuit' tho I dare ya

Asmo

Techno and clubbing music, as well as anything on a girls night playlist, you kno he knows all the words and has definitely sung every song while crying at 3am on a karaoke machine, also the Orion experience and anything normally played at a pride parade or rave

Guilty pleasure: babymetal. He knows it's not the vibe he gives off but he finds them adorable, deffo attends every concert but will deny it. Levi saw him at one once and it was the Spiderman meme. He swore him to secrecy.

Beel

Happy upbeat music he can work out to, modern pop works but really anything with a rhythm. Likes African drums because of this, can play the djembe drum. Probably attends a Zumba class and makes all the fellow demons drool, from his abs and the fact hes eating a 30 course meal while he does it

Guilty pleasure: Shakira? I'm gonna say Shakira. Beels hips don't lie but catch him dancing and he'll get embarrased.

Belphie

Green Day and anything anti-authority, MCR, bmth, he is vibing to emo bops and you know it.

Guilty pleasure: country esp. dolly parton cos he's a cow boi.

Diavolo

He loves country music and because of this he plays it on repeat in the castle and Lucifer cannot stand it. If only belphie knew his guilty pleasure songs would drive Lucifer insane, he would play them full blast every day just to piss him off. Yeah maybe it's good he doesn't know.

Guilty pleasure: Explicit rap music. He know it's not good for his royal image to swear but man, he loves it so much. Got a sweet spot for Nicki Minaj but only Barbs knows about it.

Barbatos

I can really see him liking Bollywood dance and music for some reason? I feel like his favourite instrument is the sitar. He definitely watches Bollywood dramas in his offtime and gets very invested. Will do the same with Kdramas, Jdramas, Mdramas, a secret drama hoe. Only a dramatic bish would !!!SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 20!!! ((get the bros watch MC die only to turn around and be like 'well actually' he loves drama he's just *subtle* about it))!!!SPOILERS END!!!

Guilty pleasure: Nicky Minaj, who do you think introduced Dia to her huh? Also weak to kidzbop but don't you dare call him out on it. It's one of the reasons he and Luke get along so well. They vibe to kidzbop while they bake.

Simeon

Hymns I don't know what to tell ya, but also MUSICALS, Boi is a massive musical nerd and knows all the words. Luke once make the mistake of bringing up Hamilton and had to sit through him singing the entire soundtrack. It was good, don't get me wrong, but he was trying to do his human history class hw..

Guilty pleasure: lil naz x and Beyonce, but he blushed bright red the WHOLE TIME and prays for forgiveness after. Has definitely danced drunk to single ladies tho. Probably with mammon or Asmo.

Solomon

SALSA MUSIC this man can DANCE and dance he shall. Bachata all the way. But also shamelessly loves Nickelback. I'm sorry. I know. I can see him liking fall out boy, and purposely playing songs that reference angels and demons to get a rise out of them. He is the one that showed Simeon Lil Naz X.

Guilty pleasure: the spice girls. When Asmo found out they both had a mini concert in his room.

Luke

Kidzbop and hymns, but mostly kidzbop. He also likes studio Ghibli music, he listens to it while cooking, but he hates that satan likes it because *demon prejudice*.

Guilty pleasure: Avril Lavigne, more specifically girlfriend and skaterboi. Also likes Ariana Grande and Cardi B but has only heard their kidzbop versions and not the originals.

[sero-para-el-pueblo]

Can you believe I missed, el 16 de septiembre, Halloween, and el Día de muertos?? Junior year of college has been kicking my ass also I got a job!! Anyhow, I’m back on my bullshit so let’s go: Sero Latino headcanons in no specific order

Sero escucha corridos

Sero’s mom has albums of Sero from when they still lived in Mexico dress for school dances; de charro, revolucionario, for the pastorela in December

Whenever sero is mad at bakugo he'll play el caballo dorado really loud and dance until bakugo comes up to his room and threatens to exploit his face if sero doesn't stop

sero just gives older sibling vibes u know? like he definitely had a younger sister and brother

sero probably text them every morning like; hey guy shave a great day, you're doing awesome love you.

sero definitely goes back home for Halloween and takes his sibling trick or treat

when sero doesn't know the translation of something he will turn to bakugo for the answer

he totally dressed as a mummy for Halloween; he used his tape

I mentioned this before but en el dia de muertos he made a small altar in the dorm and aizawa put pictures of oboro and midnight, all might put a picture of nana, the rest of the class put pictures of pets and some relatives.

denki ate the calaveritas de dulce

sero's favorite dance partners are mina, bakugo, and todoroki; mina bc obviously, bakugo is surprisingly good ad dancing, todoroki does not know how to dance but his ears get red every time sero makes him dance

speaking of todoroki he learns how to speak Spanish to trash talk endeavor

sero is banned form playing any of his playlist in Spanish when is his turn to clean bc he will give you a concert before he finishes washing the dishes

Whenever he’s out and hears a tourist speak Spanish he get really happy

Sero has tried to teach koda’s bunny Spanish

Sero brought a to as de Reyes for class 1-a; he got the monito and almost choke trying to swallow it

This is trash but here you go. The spring semester just started and it’s already kicking my ass.

I really hate working people are stupid.

[justabeginner]

How I think obey me bro's would react to

Cheating on MC and start to regret it 😔😢

Lucifer

As you know Lucifer is a prideful demon and I think that he would love you but not really appreciate that love that you have given to him and is always working and basically pushing you off when he's working because you know how Lucifer is so this is how I think it would go down.

Lucifer is in his office doing stacks of paperwork because Mammon tried to sell off an important artifact the Dia gave to him and he hasn't been paying you much attention like he usually would do so you come in and try to get some attention from him since he's been ignoring me for months because it is all this work you try to get him to take a break since you're worried about his health since he's been working so much but he completely ignored you and tells you to go away but you didn't and insisted that he took a break which start a big argument because he was too prideful for that let's just say he said some very hurtful things to you when you said some hurtful things to him you ended up leaving crying and tears

He was very irritated and started mumbling how you're annoying and wish you would just understand that he's too busy for you right now. A few hours later Dia call them and tell him he's hosting a party for high Noble demons he asks if he's going to bring you but he said that you're not coming so he gets ready and he goes to the party he meets this higher class demonss and they start talking one thing led to another and he started seeing her behind your back he would have complained to her about you and wish sometimes you would like her in some ways after months of his affair you find out your heart broken and you confront him about this he just tells the truth and says that he doesn't love you anymore you break down and cry telling him that he's a narcissistic jerk and he's way too powerful for anyone to love him like you did he rolled his eyes as you stomped out of his office little did he know that karma is a b**** and he would know sooner than later what you meant.

It's been 3 months everybody in the whole house knows about this and it ended up getting a bit messy Satan and belfi almost killed the Lucifer when they found out Mommon just couldn't look at his brother he was a disappointed to say the least that he hurt his human beel and asmo comfort you after time spending wallowing in your sadness Levi encourage you to do one of your favorite hobbies like cooking or singing to pass the time as time goes on you get really good at your hobby Dia and Barb's support your hobby which turns into your career and sooner than later you get over your sadness and start working on yourself and become pretty famous and even demons respect you even though you're human you're known throughout all three realms as a very famous person so Dia holds this gala it's basically to show off your abilities let's just say for reference your singer this can be something else if you want and you're famous singer and you go to this gala of do a concert so you sing one of your favorites songs.

You see Lucifer after the concert which was a extraordinary by the way he looks miserable and he doesn't have a little fling with him turns out that his little lover was only with him for power and was using him while having a side piece on the side once he found out he was furious but this was about half a year after once he saw you he missed you so much he started comparing you with his little lover and when he found out his lover was cheating on him he was even more regretful he was mad at himself that he let his pride get away between you and him but you are over him and don't want nothing to do with him anymore and you and Mammon have gotten pretty close over the half a year and months and you are now a thing Lucifer knows but he really misses you and tries to talk to you but you tell him that you're not interested he had a chance and he ruined that Mammon is extremely supportive of you and loves you more than you can ever imagine you are happy with him and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

What do you guys think this is my first time I ever did something like this sorry if I misspelled something or something didn't make sense. 😅😉

[wherearemyglassesbro]

If you could put any character into Hetalia what country would they be

Oooo!!

Mexico: OH BOY!! If Mexico isn’t introduced as a woman I will 1000% go bonkers. She has so much potential! Here we go. Mexico is a strong willed woman with curly hair and a confident air around her 24/7. She doesn’t like to speak English so she will only speak Spanish, especially with America, she won’t speak English with him just because. She is very passionate about her country’s rich history and will educate anyone who is interested, she doesn’t discriminate, she’s excited to share her culture with others :) She is very involved with children. She visits orphanages and hospitals to see them and tell them stories! She takes Mexican holidays very seriously and she puts photos of old friends on her alter during Dia de los Muertos to keep their memories alive long after their families are gone, she believes she owes it to them :’) She also has a HUGE passion for quinceneras ooooh my gosh!! She throws about six every year for families who can’t afford big parties, she throws them herself with her own government allowance! She makes the dress, books a nice venue and buys tons of flowers ‘every girl deserves to have her own special moment’ and you can bet that when the girls dance with their dads she has to excuse herself to cry happy tears in the bathroom. She often goes to church and she has crosses and statues of Jesus adorning her house because it makes her feel safe and comforted to have Him there to watch over her. Lastly, she knows she shouldn’t feed stray dogs. She’s been told not to....But she leaves seven dog bowls out at night for hungryc homeless doggies :’)

Azerbaijan: Azerbaijan would be a tall, slender woman with with deep brown eyes. She’s very stylish and has three closets worth of beautiful dresses, especially dresses that are yellow, orange and peach since she thinks they suit her best. She’s a Muslim woman but she doesn’t wear hijabs, they are not very common in her country at all so she doesn’t wear them. However, she has a collection of hijabs in every color just in case she may want to wear one. She’s kind but if she sees people littering or graffiti-ing buildings she will stomp over there and tell them off, she fears no man!! She loves children and goes out of her way to greet them and compliment their clothes or something like that. She’s fluent in many languages and often pretends she doesn’t speak English because she prefers her own language, Russian and French. She is very traditional when it comes to tea culture and hospitality. She’s a wonderful woman who loves her people very much!! :)

Ethiopia: Miss Ethiopia is so strong dude, she can easily toss a man in a river if she wanted to. She says she doesn’t like violence but she does get a kick out of putting men in their place if she has to. She does NOT mess around!!! She can’t stand liars, she refuses to associate with them. She almost always tells the truth, it is very important to her. If the government wants her to lie to her people, she will not. She does not enjoy living in her capital, it’s too stuffy and crowded for her!! And she doesn’t really like modern clothing so she sticks to her traditional clothes, which she mostly makes herself. Her hair is usually very intricate, she spends a long time braiding it. She loves her natural hair and does everything she can to keep it healthy :) She travels all over her country constantly she’s never in one place for too long. She rarely goes to world meetings just because she doesn’t...like to go. She sees them as a waste of time since she could be back at home with her people. She’s very involved with them!! She has a medical license so she helps sick men, women and children who may not have access to medical help. She loves her people so much and has dedicated most of her life to them, she’s selfless and a role model :’)

Greenland: He’s a strong boy who’s about 17-18 physically. He lives close with his citizens and is very social! He’s very involved in the community, more than happy to help whoever needs it! A woman needs help with her baby? He’s there to help! Someone’s stuck out on the water? No worries, he’s gonna go get his boat and help them back to shore! He sticks to where his people are and will move with them. If a city becomes less popular he’ll move to be close to others. When he was young he was alone a lot so staying close to his people is very very important to him! He doesn’t get invited to as many of Nordic events like Iceland does so he’s a bit bitter about that though he’d never admit it.

Jamaica: Miss Jamaica is a very strong woman. She is proud to be Jamaican and will let everybody know it! She goes to church every Sunday and helps out within the church community. Helping the elderly is very important to her, she sees people disregard the elderly a lot in the world so she sees it as her duty to help them! She dedicates Monday and Wednesday afternoons to helping out her elderly friends by cooking, cleaning and just socializing with them especially if they have no other family. It’s stereotypical but she loves when tourists come to Jamaica for Bob Marley’s birthday concert because seeing everyone bond over music and food like that makes her incredibly happy!! She’ll even set up a tent to make food for people too! And speaking of food, she knows how to cook, man!!! She can cook circles around most nations! She puts in a ton of spices and sings while cooking and she invites all of her neighbors over for cook outs as often as she can cause she just!! Loves to cook! And now she gets to share with her neighbors :) She’s a very kind woman but Dont underestimate her cause she can and will beat your ass u_u

Hawaii: I’m not really into statetalia at all but I imagine that Hawaii still has a representation around despite being part of the US. We’ve got another beautiful woman!! She’s about 5’6 with waist length hair that she’s been growing out for years. She is very passionate about conserving Hawaiian traditions so she teaches children the art of hula and passes down legends and stories of the spirits. Her arms and legs are decorated with tribal tattoos that she updates every decade or so since nation bodies reject ink over time. She often attends protests because she doesn’t want her land to be taken over by pipes or buildings. She gladly welcomes tourists, she loves showing off her culture to those who are curious about it because it’s so fun to see their eyes light up when they see traditional dances or fire stunts!

Most of these are women but there are like 4 female nations rn theyre all men which isn’t bad but female nations are even more interesting to me since women are constantly underestimated y’know. I hope I got this right, I did a lot of research first about these places. I think they’re all very beautiful places!!