#difference between house dance and hip hop

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Hip Hop

A dynamic and improvisational street dance style, Hip-Hop includes elements like popping, locking, and breaking, emphasizing rhythm, creativity, and self-expression, often performed to rap or beat-driven music.

House Dance

A fluid and groovy social dance style that originated in underground clubs, House Dance focuses on fast footwork, body flow, and improvisation, blending influences from jazz, African, and Latin dance styles.

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[tomssexdoll]

The Unspoken Truth

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader

CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N are enemies and have been for years, he shows up to one of the parties she's at and tries to start shit with her, she is having none of it and tries to ignore him but he would stick to her like a fly, never leaving her alone. Finally she snapped, revealing a secret he never thought would leave her lips..

A/N: HI

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (doggy), sucking d, degrading, hair pulling, spanking, teasing, arguing, mentions of alcohol

Me and Tom were enemies, we had been since we were young, every time I had to be near him it was like the world was about to end, everyone knew we despised each other, sometimes even purposefully putting us in situations where we had to be with each other, we both drove each other crazy and it would always end up in an argument.

I always yelled at him, screaming in his face for the little things he did, whatever he did just pissed me off. I had been invited to a party hosted by one of the most popular guys in our grade, he usually threw annual parties like this, my friend was dating him so of course I was invited.

I had no idea he was going to be there, my friends hiding it from me because they didn't want it to ruin my night. I got dressed, wearing something skimpy in hopes for a hookup, I did some basic makeup and straightened my hair, putting some heels on and running outside to the beeping car.

My friends blasted their music, booming throughout the street. They opened the door for me and I hopped in, speeding off to the address of the party. Every year he'd surprise us with where the party was being held, usually it was his house but this year it was at a random location in the middle of no where, a mansion he rented on air bnb.

We never had to worry about bringing out own alcohol, he was loaded with money and bought copious amounts of alcohol for everyone. As we pulled up, multiple other cars scattered the driveway.

The music filled the air, windows full of lively teenagers drinking and dancing. We all walked inside, I split from my group and went over to the alcohol stand in the kitchen, the kitchen island was full of different kinds of alcohol, vodka, gin, tequila, beer, etc.

I heard a familiar voice behind me, as it came closer I realized it was Tom, I grunted and just decided to ignore him, I didn't want him to ruin my night like he always would at these parties, one word from him and i'd go crazy.

As he noticed me not willing to fight he just glared at me, his piercing gaze narrowing as he watched my every move. Despite the animosity between us, he couldn't help but notice my skimpy dress, the way my tits sat so well. As he approached the counter he just ignored me, turning away from me so he could focus on his friends.

I grabbed my drink and quickly walked off, not wanting to hear his stupid voice, the sound of it making my blood boil. I reconnected with my friends, grabbing their hands and dancing with them, my hips swaying to the music.

Tom couldn't help but stare, his mind racing with dirty thoughts as he watched me dance. His pulse quickened as he took in every curve and angle of my body, he quickly snapped back to reality and took a sip of his drink, pretending like nothing happened.

As the night wore on, I could see Tom's eyes constantly wandering over to me, his mind a mix of desire and annoyance. He didn't want to admit it, but he was becoming infuriated with my fiery spirit and the way I moved, acting so careless about him being there.

I honestly found it weird how much he was staring at me, usually he'd just ignore my existence or annoy me, yet this time he was doing the opposite? I just left it and kept dancing with my friends, enjoying the booming music, rattling the house from its intensity.

His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched as he watched me spin and twirl on the dance floor, my laughter and smiles captivating the attention of everyone around me. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealously, wonder why he couldn't be the one there, holding me close and making me laugh.

I eventually got too tired and went into the kitchen, my forehead glistening with sweat as I searched the cupboards for a cup, I quickly grabbed one and poured myself some water. His gaze followed me into the kitchen, his eyes fixed on my sweaty body, the way my chest heaved with each breath.

He strode into the kitchen, his movements slow and deliberate. I noticed a presence behind me and quickly turn around, rolling my eyes as I realized it was Tom. "What do you want?" I sighed, focusing my attention back to my water.

His eyes seemed to burn with an intensity that made my skin prickle, his voice low as he replied, "I want to know what's going on, why you're deliberately ignoring me," I scoffed, "that's all? I just want to have fun without you fucking ruining my night, is that so bad? Can I not, not argue with you for once?" I huffed out, anger bubbling up inside me.

"You're being so fucking boring, cmon, lighten up," he rolled his eyes, stepping closer to me, trying to intimidate me. "Oh fuck off Tom, stop trying to start shit, you always do this!" I raised my voice, turning a few heads.

"Oh, you're one to talk about starting shit. Tell me, when have you ever backed down from a confrontation? When have you ever let anyone else have the last word?" he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Just leave me alone tom, stop trying to start shit with me I'm not fucking interested, I want to have a fun night without seeing your face," I spat out, walking off but he just kept following me, taking a step closer to block my path, interrogating and annoying me, "you can try to run but we both know you're not getting away from me that easily," Tom grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he continued to pursue me.

"Fuck off!" I yelled, trying to push past him but he grabbed my arm, yanking me back against his body, his grip firm and unyielding, "cmon, fight back y/n, you know you want to.." he chuckled, whispering tauntingly in my ear, his fingers digging into my skin.

"Fine! For fuck sakes if that's what you want I'll do it, you are so fucking annoying! This is why I can't stand being around you, you always fucking bring me to my breaking point!" I screamed at him, everyone turning around, staring at us as I berated him.

"Ah finally, the real you comes out to play," he said, his eyes flashing with excitement, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he revelled in the intensity of the moment. He didn't flinch, even as I screamed at him, his grip on my arm only tightening.

"I fucking hate you Tom! I hate you!" I yelled, my voice bouncing off the walls, by now everyone was invested, peeking around the corners and pushing others out of the way to see the fight. "You always ruin my night Tom, always! I can never have fun without you making me miserable!" I pushed him off me, my chest heaving with intense emotion.

"Oh you hate me huh?" he scoffed, his smile only growing wider as he absorbed the full force of my venomous words, "you think I don't fucking hate you too? I fucking despise you," he yelled back, never backing down, instead taking a step closer, his voice low and dangerous.

"Oh really? If you hate me so much why were you destroying my pussy last year? If you hate me so much why were you groaning my name as you came in me?!" I screamed, everyone around us gasping and whispering to each other.

His face turned pale, his cocky smile wiping off his face, his eyes flashed with anger and embarrassment as my words cut deep, He took another step closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper, "you fucking slut..how dare you bring that up, in front of fucking everyone," a muscle in his jaw twitching as he clenched his teeth.

"Well guess what, I just fucking did! What are you going to do about it, huh?" I kept yelling, "should I tell them about how you were calling me yours, marking me with hickeys and saying if you saw me with another guy you'd kill him?" I kept interrogating him, driving him closer to the edge, his face red with anger.

"You're playing with fire.." he growled, his voice low and menacing, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him, his grip tight as he glared down at me. "Should I tell them ab-" but before I could finish my sentence he suddenly grabbed me, slinging me over his shoulder and storming off, bulldozing through the crowed in front of us.

He carried me off, my flailing legs kicking gin the air as he strides purposefully throughout the house, his powerful physique easily shouldering aside anyone who dared to get in his way. The air was thick with tension, the murmurs of onlookers echoing around me as he marched into a random room, slamming the door behind him and locking it.

"Get off! Fucking let me go!" I screamed, trying to escape his deathly tight grip. His grip only tightened on my legs, ignoring my futile attempts to break free. He carried me further into the room, dropping me unceremoniously into a nearby armchair, "you're going to fucking listen to me!" he yelled, his hands tangling in my hair and grabbing a fistful of it, tugging it roughly.

"Ow! Tom!" I whined, swatting at him, desperately trying to escape. His eyes flashed with anger, his grip on my hair relentless as he leaned in close, his voice a low, menacing snarl, "you think you're so smart, don't you? Trying to expose our business to the whole fucking world," I scoffed, oh shut up, it wasn't that bad.." I muttered, glaring at him.

"Not that bad? NOT THAT BAD?" he screamed, "get on your fucking knees.." he growled lowly, his arousal growing in his pants. My eyes widened, shocked at his words, "Tom...what.." I mumbled, scoffing slightly at his confidence, "what did I say? I said GET ON YOUR KNEES," he pulled me to my feet, shoving me down onto my knees.

He used his free hand to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly stripped down his pants, revealing his throbbing member, "tom.." I gasped, my mouth slightly agape as his cock stood tall in front of my face, twitching in anticipation.

His grip on my hair tightened, guiding my head forward as he pressed his cock against my lips, a bead of precum glistening at the tip, He smirked as he watched me hesitate, knowing full well the effect he had on me.

I couldn't lie, the way he was acting so dominant turned me on to a max, my pussy throbbing with each passing second, the tension so high any slight movement would break into us destroying each other.

I came back to my senses, wrapping my hand around his cock, pumping a few times before taking him in, inch by inch gliding into my mouth. His hips subtly thrusted forward as he savoured the sensation, his grip on my hair relaxing slightly, but only to allow him to gently guide my head back and forth, dictating the pace.

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the room as I worked his cock with my mouth and hand. His fingers threaded through my hair, guiding my movements with an unspoken demand for more. His hips started to rock, fucking my face with slow, deliberate thrusts.

"Mmh.." I moaned softly, the vibrations on his cock driving him crazy, rolling his eyes back at the sensation. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, jerking off whatever I couldn't fit in my mouth, occasionally I could swirl my tongue over his sensitive tip, gaining a reaction out of him every time.

He threw his head back, "fuck...that's it you dirty slut.." the sound of his ragged breath filling the air as he succumbed to the pleasure I was bestowing upon him. With a sharp intake of breath, he bucked his hips, thrusting even deeper into my mouth, making me slightly choke. The veins on his shaft bulged as he struggled to maintain control.

His body began to tense, the muscles in his abdomen and thighs flexing as he reached the peak of his arousal. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat, and he seized a handful of my hair, holding my head in place as he prepared to release his load.

"Gonna cum soon, gonna make you swallow all of my cum like the dirty fucking whore you are." My eyes began to water as his tip repeatedly hit the back of my throat, I whined as I felt my jaw tensing, but I was determined to give him the best orgasm of his life, working as hard as I could despite my jaw about to give out.

Saliva built around my mouth, dribbling down my chin, mascara tears falling down my cheeks. His balls started to tighten, his orgasm dangerously close. He loved the sight of me being so obedient, taking his cock so deeply, being a mess for him.

He brought his thumbs to my face, smudging the already ruined makeup, making a mess on my face. With a guttural groan, Tom erupted, his cock pulsating as thick ropes of cum shot deep into my eager mouth. He held me in place, forcing me to swallow every drop of his release as his orgasmic pleasure consumed him.

He slowly slipped his cock out of my mouth, a long string of saliva connecting from his tip to my lips, I slowly stood up, his eyes still glazed with pleasure, raking over my trembling form, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched me struggle to stable myself.

He reached out, his large hand cupping my chin as he tilted my face to meet his gaze, "strip, now.." he commanded, leaving no room for further discussion.

My heart picked up it's pace at his words, I hesitated for a second, "but..tom.." I looked up at him, his smirk growing wider at my resistance, his eyes glinting with an unyielding intensity. "Don't make me repeat myself," he warned, his fingers tightening around my chin.

"Strip. Now." his tone left no room for argument, every word dripping with authority and a hint of menace. "O-okay..." I said softly, his gaze and words making me instantly crumble.

I slowly backed away, turning around and moving my hair to my chest, signalling for Tom to help. He instantly got the memo, stepping forward and slowly zipping the zip down, exposing my back to him, his cock twitching in anticipation, trying to hold back from ripping my dress off me.

As the zipper descended, Tom's hands lingered at my waist, his fingers grazing at the small of my back. He let out a low whistle, his eyes roving over my exposed skin, taking in the curve of my spine and the swell of my ass.

I smirked at his teasing and gently slipped the dress off, revealing that I was only wearing a lacey thong and no bra, my tits completely exposed, the cool night air brushing against my nipples.

"God..you're so beautiful.." he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in closer, his breath hot against my neck. I tilted my head to the side, gasping softly as he placed gentle, demanding kisses.

His hands slid up to my tits, gently cupping them as he continued to kiss my neck, his kisses now becoming rougher as he sucked on the skin, leaving marks in their path. His lips whispered dirty things on my skin, his words only heightening the sense of anticipation building inside me.

His teeth grazed my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine as he ground himself on my ass, the firm press of his cock a reminder of the inevitable. "Get on the bed baby and get on all fours, I want you spread and ready for my cock.." he whispered, gently grazing his fingers over my nipples, pinching them ever so slightly.

"Mmmh...okay..." I said, completely hypnotized and under his control. I slowly took my thong off, letting it fall to the floor, walking over to the bed and climbing on top, getting myself ready in the position he so desired.

I felt the bed dip behind me, his eyes locked onto my provocative pose, his gaze burning with an intense desire. He scooted closer, his hands reached out to caress the curve of my ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're a vision, baby.." he whispered, his voice husky with lust.

I giggled softly at his words, pursing my ass high in the air, revealing my dripping pussy to him, aching for his cock. He growled lowly in his throat at the sight, his control slipping as his cock throbbed with need. He grabbed my hips, pulling me back against him so he could grind his hard length against my wet heat. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll forget my own name.." he smirked, lining the head of his cock with my entrance.

Without further notice he slowly started to bury himself inside me, groaning as my pussy engulfed him, the overwhelming sensations bringing him to the brink of insanity. He gripped my hips tightly, setting a fast and brutal pace as he pounded into me, each thrust bringing him closer and closer to his release.

"Fuck! Take it all you dirty whore!" he said, his voice loud and laced with desire, "ohhh fuck! Mmh, Tom!" I moaned loudly, feeling his tip hit my g spot repeatedly.

"You like that, hmm? You want me to fuck you harder?" he asked, his voice strained as he continued to thrust into me with reckless abandon, his hand coming down and smacking my ass roughly, leaving a prominent red mark, "yess! Harder, fuck!" I cried out, depserately gripping onto the sheets.

With a feral growl, Tom complied, his powerful hips driving me into unrelenting force. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts as he ravanged my pussy, his cock pounding against my cervix with each brutal stroke.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair again, pulling me up towards him, his chest resting against my back, "you wanna reveal our private business, hm? You wanna tell everyone what we do behind closed doors? Fucking take it..take my cock you fucking brat.." he grunted, slamming his cock deep into my quivering hole as I whined and moaned.

"Tommm! Fuck!" I practically screamed, the pleasure and pain mixing into an addicting sensation, his spare hand moved down to my clit, his fingers moving swiftly over it, his strokes rough and demanding as he sent me spiralling into ecstasy, making my roll my eyes back.

It was almost too much to bear, his cock slamming into me with unrelenting force as his fingers worked on my clit like a professional. "Come for me, slut. Cum all over my cock..." he grunted, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh my god!" I cried out, feeling my stomach turn in knots, he smirked as he felt my walls tighten around his cock, a clear sign I was about to cum. "Good girl..cum for me.." he praised as he continued to fuck me with reckless abandon, his fingers never stopping their assault on my clit. He wanted to see me fall apart beneath him.

His grip tightened on my hair, adding pain to the pleasure, heightening it even more. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I squealed, feeling his fingers double their efforts, rubbing faster and faster, bringing me dangerously close to my orgasm.

"Shit!" I screamed, moaning loudly as I came on his cock, my legs trembling at the strength of my orgasm. He groaned, feeling my orgasm milk him for all he had as he continued to thrust into me. He couldn't hold back any longer, releasing himself inside of me, filling me up with his seed, "fuckk! Take my cum you fucking cumslut!" he growled into my ear, his grip loosening on my hair, letting me fall into the mattress.

"Jesus..." he muttered as he caught his breath, our chests both heaving from the intense sex we had. He collapsed beside me, pulling me close and letting me cuddle up to him, gently caressing my hair to calm me down.

After a few minutes I finally spoke up, "Tom..?" I looked up at him, "hm..?" he lifted his head, his chest still heaving as he looked down at me, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Why do you always act like you hate me if we just end up like this? I mean, cmon Tom..." I sighed, "why do we even hate each other?" he chuckled, tucking a stray hair behind my ear, "I mean I could ask you the same but, I don't know, I guess it's always been that way," he shrugged.

"Look..." he sighed, "when im with my friends i just put on a front, but when i'm alone i'm always thinking about you," my eyes widened in surprise at his words, "Tom...I...I don't know what to say," my cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

"Don't say anything baby...all I need is you here, in my arms. I don't want to "hate" you anymore, I want to love you, to show everyone how much I love you, to prove them wrong" he leaned in close, pressing his forehea2d against mine, I smiled gently, "me too Tom..I want nothing more then to just be like this with you every day, I'm sick and tired of acting like I hate you.."

"We'll break the news to everyone later..for now I just want to hold you.." he whispered gently, placing a few soft kisses to my head, holding me tighter as we rested from our mind blowing orgasms.

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[novashelby]

His Beautiful~A Tommy Shelby Smut: 18+ only.

Pairing: TommyxFem!Reader

Prompt: They didn't send one, but I did use #59 from this list.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Some dub-con, rough smut, degrading language, spit, spanking. Maybe gaslighting?

Summary: Tommy and his new wife spend some special time together during their honeymoon. Tommy's the little bossy pants he usually is. Request by @elenavampire21.

A/N: Please, please for the love of it...please reblog and/comment. Like are so sweet and I am happy you are reading my stuff. But reblogs and comments help writers out.

He loved her. He had to have loved her, right? That’s the only reason he waited until marriage like she wanted. It was hard. A whole six months of watching her body sway as she walked. Each day he had been more and more eager, and his left hand was not cutting it. Of course, a visit to a whore house would have been satisfactory enough, but he promised her. Fucking promises! And since he loved her, right? He had to stay honest. Something Tommy Shelby struggled a bit with. 

The previous night had been their wedding. Just a small thing. It was his third after all and the older he got, the less he gave any care to frills and luxury. They were married in a small church and then after, joined their family for a meal and dance. Both were too tired to fuck after. But the next day was their honeymoon. He decided to take her to the countryside far from the city grit and pollution. She was a city girl, though, and when she hopped from the caravan, looking around the empty greenery, she cocked her head. Turning to him, she winced. “Oh, it’s….lovely?”

Tommy snorted, wiping his greasy hands with a dirty white cloth. They popped a wheel and he’d been fixing it the whole time she finished a nap. “You’re awake. We’ve been here for a couple of hours. I figure we can relax out here for a few days before heading back-”

“This is our honeymoon?” she asked, wanting clarification.

Tommy could read people very well, and she was no different. Stress lines tainted her beautiful face. A city girl like herself hardly could consider this a honeymoon, and he understood that. But he needed to get away, and as his wife, she should have understood his needs. “I can tell you are not happy,” he commented. “But this is where we are staying. The fresh air will do you good.” He walked over to her, softening his face a bit. Gently, he rubbed her cheek. “Besides, you know we are all alone out here?”

She gave him an unamused look, arms crossed. “Thomas-”

“Just you and I, me and you,” he whispered, leaning down and placing a kiss on her forehead. She whined as he did so, turning her head. Sighing, he commented, “you’re a fucking brat. This is our first day as husband and wife, why the theatrics, hm?” 

“Because, Thomas! This is not a honeymoon,” she explained, motioning to the nothingness around her. To her, she was being completely reasonably annoying. But to him, she was being a selfish little brat. “This is a-”

“Shhh,” he said, wanting her to calm herself. He smiled, dragging his fingers down to her hips before bringing her in. “Don’t you understand, hm? You and I are alone out here, sweetheart. Just you and I.” 

“I know,” she pressed, still not pleased. But she was not getting his hints. 

“You are so innocent,” he teased, kissing her cheek, lingering there for a quick moment before dragging his lips up to her ear. He grinned, taking her lobe between his teeth, tugging teasingly. Appalled, she crouched her neck, wincing just a tad. 

“Thomas!” What he did next took her for a loop. His other hand found its way to her neck. Her instinct was to scream and gasp for all the air her lungs could suck in. Stuck in a mode of panic, she hardly realized he wasn’t choking her. His fingers only pressed lightly against her pulse. Her hand rested over his. Breath rapid, she asked, “what are you doing?” 

While preoccupied with the hold against her throat, he dragged his other hand between her legs. With no patience for anything getting in his way, he quickly bunched up her skirts and shoved his hand between her thighs, pressing up against her silk panties. Resting his forehead against hers, he peered down. Quietly with a sharp edge, he said, “trying to see. Does my little wife have any edge to her? Or is she always just going to be so…good.”

“Thomas!” she hissed, trying to pull his hand off of her crotch. “Thomas, we are outside. We can’t do this outside. What if someone sees?” 

“Who?” he chuckled. “The birds? Have you not been listening, it’s just you and I out here.” His fingers pressed a bit harder against her neck when she opened her mouth to protest. Her string of words came out as a pile of whimpers. Perhaps he was a bit selfish in what he wanted. A highly sexed man having to wait six months, that hardly equals patience. Of course, he pictured swooning her and spoiling her in the mix of the bedsheets. Making sure to kiss every aspect of her body, making sure she felt loved and adored. But in that moment, he just wanted to fuck. Any inkling of intimacy slipped away and the thought of making love seemed tedious. A little sliver of him felt guilty that her first time would be getting railed raw over rock. But maybe seeing as how much of a pain in the ass she has been, maybe it was her thing. A little pain and roughness. “Come on, beautiful,” he cooed, eying the lump of rocks just off to the side. “You are so beautiful…my beautiful wife.” She resisted against him, attempting to dig her heels into the wet ground.

“Outside?” she protested. “Please, Thomas…let’s go inside and do it.”

“Oh, but we will,” he chuckled, picking her up. She yelped loud enough to move the mountains in the far off distance. “Shh, shhh,” he told her, accompanied with a light smack to her behind. Despite her hesitations, he brought her to the rocks and sat her down. “Love, I want you to feel comfortable with me-”

“Thomas,” she warned, jaw tight, clearly not pleased with her new husband. “I’ve ruined my skirts! And look at my boots-”

“You married a Gypsy,” he pointed out. “The fuck I care about your skirts and boots. Now, we are on our honeymoon.” He slid from his suspender straps before his fingers started to work at his belt clasp. “And from what I recall, our honeymoon is to celebrate our marriage.” She looked up at him from her new seat, a mix of annoyance and admiration. 

“We have a mattress in the caravan, for fucks sake, Thomas,” she complained, but before she could get another word out, he picked her up and placed belly flat over the rock. She was slowly giving in as her walls broke down. “Mattress would have been better, but….” She sighed and positioned herself for him; ass arched and legs spread just enough. “I know you aren’t about to fuck me without any forepay-”

“Sweety,” he said, in a mocking tone as he bunched her skirt up over ass and gave it a love tap. “You’re a virgin. What do you know of foreplay? Hmm? Maybe you don’t get foreplay because you’re acting like a whiny little brat. Maybe I just want to use you.” He was teasing her of course, but his poor little wife had not an idea of his antics. Pouting, she looked back at him pathetically. Winking, his finger pulled down her panties while his other hand lazily stroked at his cock.

“That’s mean,” she accused, wiggling her behind a bit, feeling a pool of desperation build. Tommy glanced down at her arched ass, grinning to himself as he positioned his cock. “Warm me up, Tommy, please?” The tip of cock pressed against her entrance. 

“No,” he said, leaving it at that as he rested his chest against her back as he leaned over her. He watched as her fingers clung to anything she could, white knuckling. It was as if she was preparing for something painful. The tip pushed in and he rested there for a moment, gasping as her virgin walls broke around him. She sucked in her lips, muffling whatever moans wanted to come through. Reading her eyes, she was aroused. He could tell. His beautiful wife always loved his upper hand. He was sure she found it thrilling to fight against him. Pushing in further, he let out a long, deep throated groan. To steady himself, he slipped one hand under her, resting his palm against her left breast. His other found its home around her neck. “Good girl. You feel so good wrapped around me. I think you were made specially for me, you know that?” he breathed in her ear, ending his sentence with a teasing kiss. 

She whined, trying to inch forward to release the tension pain burning her lower half. It would have been nice if he prepped her. But that would require Tommy Shelby to be nice. To be nice and put his needs last. Unfortunately, if she wanted that, she married the wrong Shelby. “It hurts,” she told him.

“You’re fine,” he replied, in an attempt to dismiss her concerns. “It feels exactly how it should feel. It doesn’t hurt.” He left a trail of kisses along her jaw before meeting her lips. “Give me a kiss.” He was pleasantly surprised she didn’t fight him, reaching up a bit to place a soft peck to his lips. “Good girl. My beautiful wife. Look at me…I want to see your face.`` Their eyes connected. Teasingly, his index finger ran circles over her nipples. The sensation started off small until it crept up on her. He watched as her eyes became heavy and hooded. Just a simple touch like that had her clenching herself around him, sucking him in. “You like this.” 

“Thomas,” she gasped out, her hips slowly pulling away only to push up against him. In the midst of pleasure was still a little bit of pain, making her hiss through clench teeth. He started to slowly move with her, wondering if he’d even last long enough as it’d been too long since he had pussy. Especially a pussy as pretty and perfect as hers.

“What if,” he started, a chuckle mixed with a desperate, feral grunt, lacing his words. “What if your’re just a fucking hole, hm?” His words were like a poisonous berry; sweet, but deadly to her emotions. Just a hole? Her eyes rolled back before she even could comprehend how much she liked it. He picked up the speed, his balls lightly bouncing off her puffy clit. “Only a fucking hole.” His index and ring finger slipped between her lips, needy to hear those choking and gurgling noises. Muffled, she tried to tell him something, but he didn’t care. “Shut up,” he told her, closing his eyes, lost in his thrusts that became increasingly fast. “Just a hole…that’s all you are to me. A hole I can breed and own.” He pulled back and paused before slammed himself against her, letting out a loud moan. “Fuck! Yeah? You like that! Nod for me….” She nodded, whimpering. Her face was getting beat red with insults and abuse, but it wasn’t a complete lie. She did like it. She liked how feral he was in wanting to fuck her. 

His pace became fast and steady, as his pleasure built up. The air mixed with their moans and spewed, incomprehensible words. “My pleasure is your fucking pleasure,” he continued. “You like this…you like being a…fuck…ah! You like being a filthy wife for me.” He continued to drill the thought process into her as his thrusts become uneven and ragged. “Take it…fucking take me!” His hands scratched down her sides before gripping her hips, fingers digging into her sensitive flesh. 

“Tommy!” she groaned out, trying to meet his pace by slamming back her hips. She threw back her head, eyes rolling back. “Shit! More-I want more…rub my clit.” She pleaded for him to pleasure her. It was a need. But he refused.

“No,” he forced out, breaths hitched and uneven. “Fuck…fuck, baby. My wife, such a perfect cunt.” With one last slam, he held himself there, feeling his orgasm take over him. Panting, he laid over her, running kisses on her clothed shoulder. “My beautiful wife,” he got out one last time before sliding off. “Come on,” he cooed, pulling at her legs. She was so limp and weak, legs shaking. “Turn over, baby.” She was too faded to argue, simply going limp for him to turn her over. “Let me look,” he whispered, kneeling down to study between her legs. It was beautiful; red and fucked with a line of of cum seeping out. Without warning, he got in close and stuck out his tongue, pressing it against her pussy, tasting their mixed cum. She was anticipating something erotic, feeling at her breasts and getting into the rhythm of rolling her hips against his tongue. Unfortunately for her, he stopped as soon as he started. It wasn’t meant to pleasure her, but to get her right on the edge. To be at his mercy. He mounted over her and gripped her, pushing her mouth open before spitting in her mouth. “Good girl, my beautiful wife,” he said, watching it pool. She swallowed it, wincing. Sweetly, he kissed her lips with a smile. “My beautiful wife, I love you…and thank you for humoring my needs. Tonight, it will be your turn and I will make you very, very happy.”

She whacked him playfully with a pout. “You better. You just spit in my fucking mouth!”

He laughed and pinched her chin. “I’ll do it again, y’know? If you don’t watch yours!”

[lifeofpriya]

hi bestie, may i please request "midnight drives with street food pit-stops and making out with the car radio playing in the background." from the domestic fluff prompt list? ❤️ - @pyotrkochetkov

hi bestie!!! omg, of course you can 🤭❤️

Midnight Drives

wc: 2.62k

Jack tossed and turned, the digital clock on his nightstand blinking a stark 3:42 AM. The quiet hum of the AC was usually a comfort, but tonight it was a taunt, reminding him that while the world slept, he lay wide awake. He slid out of bed, careful not to wake you, and padded over to the window, peering out at the moonlit street. Restlessness buzzed in his veins like an unplayed guitar string.

"You okay?" you mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

Jack turned, the moonlight painting shadows across his face. "Yeah," he said with a yawn, "Just couldn't sleep."

You sat up, the blanket falling off your shoulders. "Want to do something?"

Jack nodded, the energy in his eyes brightening at the prospect of distraction. "What do you have in mind?"

You stretched, the silhouette of your body casting a soft curve against the moonlit wall. "How about a midnight drive?"

Jack's eyes lit up like the dashboard of a vintage car. "Yeah," he said, "That sounds perfect."

You both slipped into your shoes, Jack grabbed his favorite black beanie, and you pulled on a sweater. The cool air greeted you as you stepped outside, the night whispering secrets to the stars above London. The streets were a canvas of shadows and moonlit puddles, the occasional streetlight casting a warm glow on the quiet houses.

"Wait, we're going in your Polo? It's a bit… old," you said with a smirk, eyeing the second-hand Volkswagen Polo parked on the curb.

Jack chuckled, unlocking the door with a beep. "It's got character," he said, sliding into the driver's seat. "And it's all about the journey, right?"

"You're not driving, are you?" You raised an eyebrow, "let me drive, you still have the hip tendinitis issue that's been acting up."

Jack handed over the keys with a dramatic sigh. "Fine, you win. But only because I love you." He smirked, climbing into the passenger seat.

You slid behind the wheel, the leather cold against your palms. The engine of the Polo purred to life with a comforting rumble. The car was indeed old, but it had a charm that new vehicles lacked. It was like a well-worn book, full of stories and memories, ready to write a new chapter with each turn of the page—or in this case, the wheel.

Jack leaned back in his seat, the fabric of his beanie brushing against the headrest. "Where to, my chauffeur?"

You grinned, starting the car. "Let's hit the A24. Maybe grab some street food?"

Jack's stomach growled in agreement. "Perfect. I could go for some chips and gravy."

You nodded, pulling out onto the deserted street. The car's headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the damp pavement. As you drove, the conversation meandered through past memories and future dreams, the kind that only unfold in the quiet hours of the night. The city felt different under the cloak of darkness, the hustle and bustle of daytime London replaced with a serene stillness that only nocturnal creatures knew well.

The first stop was at a dimly lit food truck, the scent of sizzling onions and fried dough wafting through the open window. You parked the car and Jack's stomach rumbled again. "I'll grab the snacks," you said, hopping out and leaving the engine running.

Jack leaned his head back, watching the shadows dance on the car ceiling as the streetlights flickered overhead. The radio was playing an Oasis song, the kind of classic that filled the quiet spaces between your whispers.

You returned to the car with a grease-stained bag, the mouthwatering aroma of salt and vinegar filling the small space. You handed him a steaming paper cone of chips, the gravy threatening to overflow. He took a bite, savoring the warmth and comfort of the food.

"Mm, perfect," he murmured, licking his lips.

You took a bite of your own chips, the crunch echoing in the quiet car. "Where to next?" you asked, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jack grinned, crumbs clinging to his scruff. "How about that little park we used to visit?"

You nodded, already knowing which one he meant—the small patch of green nestled between the urban sprawl, where the two of you had spent countless nights under the stars, sharing secrets and laughter. You put the car into gear and drove through the sleeping city, the tires whispering over the damp asphalt. The radio played a mellow tune, the rhythm syncing with the thrum of the engine as you made your way to the park.

Upon arriving, you parked the Polo under the welcoming shade of an old oak tree, its branches casting intricate patterns on the windshield. The moon was a silver disc in the sky, casting a soft glow that painted the world in shades of blue and gray. You turned off the engine, and the sudden silence was broken only by the distant hoot of an owl and the occasional rustle of leaves.

Jack took a deep breath, the crisp night air a stark contrast to the warmth of the car. "Thanks for bringing me here," he said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "It's been ages."

"It's our spot," you said with a shrug, popping a chip in your mouth. "It's like coming home."

Jack nodded, his gaze on the horizon where the city lights kissed the sky. "It is," he said softly. He took your hand, the warmth of your touch a comfort in the cool night.

You both sat in companionable silence for a moment, munching on your chips. The crunch of each bite was punctuated by the distant sounds of the night.

Jack's eyes met yours, the moon's reflection dancing in his gaze. Without a word, you leaned over the center console, and your lips met in a soft kiss. It was the kind of kiss that spoke volumes, a silent conversation filled with unspoken comfort and understanding.

As you pulled away, a crumb of chip stuck to the corner of your mouth, and Jack playfully brushed it away with his thumb. "What am I going to do without you?" he said, his voice a gentle rumble.

You smirked, licking the salt from your lips. "You'll survive," you teased. "But not without missing me."

Jack rolled his eyes playfully. "I suppose." He took another bite of his chips, the crunch echoing in the quiet car.

You chuckled, swiping a stray gravy smear from his cheek with your thumb. "Messy eater."

Jack grinned, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. "You love it."

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face was undeniable. "Okay, okay," you admitted, "It's a bit charming."

Jack leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "You love it," he whispered, his eyes sparkling.

Before you could respond to Jack's playful tease, he leaned over, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but messy. It was a kiss that held the promise of adventures, of shared laughter and quiet moments like these. The kind of kiss that made the world outside the car windows blur into a canvas of moonlit colors.

The radio played Wonderwall, the classic melody serenading your midnight escapade. You leaned over to the radio to turn it down a notch, not wanting to disturb the tranquil night. Your eyes met Jack's, and he gave you a knowing smile. This was your song. The one that had played on your first date, the one that had been the background track to so many of your shared moments.

Jack's hand found its way to your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw before his fingertips tangled in your hair. He pulled you closer, the warmth of his breath mingling with the chilly night air. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if trying to bridge the gap that the silence of the night had created.

You felt the comfort of his touch, the familiarity of his embrace. The city lights reflected off the puddles on the pavement, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the car's dashboard, painting the inside of the Polo with a romantic glow.

Jack broke away, a smear of gravy on his lip that you couldn't resist wiping away with the pad of your thumb. He laughed, the sound low and warm in the car. "We're a mess," he said, his voice a soft rumble.

You nodded, licking the gravy off your thumb. "We are," you agreed, "But it's our kind of mess."

Jack leaned back in his seat, a content sigh escaping his lips. "Yeah," he said, his eyes drifting shut. "It is."

You watched him for a moment, his features softened by the moonlight. You reached over to the dashboard and turned off the radio, letting the quiet of the night fill the car. The only sound now was the faint rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the city's heartbeat.

"Jack," you whispered, your voice a soft caress.

Jack's eyes fluttered open, his gaze finding yours in the dim light. "Yeah?"

You smirked, "is the Polo big enough for a 6'4, almost 6'5, guy for you to make out like there's no tomorrow?"

Jack chuckled, "It's cozy." He leaned over the console, closing the gap between you, and kissed you again, this time with a playful nip that made you laugh into his mouth.

The kiss grew in intensity, your hands finding their way under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin. The chips and gravy forgotten, the bag now crumpled in the footwell, the world outside the car ceased to exist. The only reality was the taste of him, the feel of his hands on your body, the sound of your muffled moans.

Jack's hand traveled down your spine, sending shivers down your legs. He pulled you closer, and you straddled him in the cramped space of the Polo, not caring about the bruises the gear stick might leave. The leather of the seat was cold against the back of your thighs, but it was a welcome sensation against the heat of your skin.

You broke the kiss to gasp for air, your chest rising and falling rapidly. "Jack," you whispered, "We should—"

But Jack's eyes held a mischievous glint, and before you could finish your sentence, he had unbuckled your seatbelt and pulled you into his lap. His beanie fell off, revealing messy hair that stuck up in every direction, but it only made him more endearing. Your heart thumped in your chest like a bassline in a love song, setting the rhythm for the rest of the night.

"Jack, we can't," you protested half-heartedly, even as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

"Why not?" he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and his eyes gleaming with excitement.

You laughed softly, the sound like a secret whispered to the night. "Because we're in a car, in a public park, and it's freezing out here."

Jack grinned, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. "We've done crazier things," he said, his voice low and persuasive.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face was unmistakable. "Fine," you whispered, your heart racing. You leaned in, your nose brushing against his as you captured his mouth in a kiss that sent a bolt of lightning through your body.

Jack's hands roamed over your back, his fingers tracing the curves and dips as if he were playing an instrument. You gasped as his teeth grazed your lower lip, and your hand found its way to the hem of his shirt, sliding underneath to feel the warm, smooth skin beneath. The coolness of the night air seeped through the car windows, a stark contrast to the heat building between you.

You both knew this wasn't the time or place for such an intimate embrace, but the allure of the stolen moment was too tempting to resist. The quiet whispers of the night air outside seemed to encourage your boldness, wrapping the car in a cocoon of privacy. The world had gone to sleep, leaving only the two of you in this secret, moonlit bubble.

Jack's hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer, as if trying to meld your bodies into one. The fabric of your sweater was the only barrier between you, a frustrating yet tantalizing reminder of the reality that waited outside the car.

You giggled, the sound sweet and soft in the darkness. "Jack, we're going to freeze to death out here," you whispered, breaking the kiss.

Jack's smile was a warm light in the shadows. "Worth it," he murmured, his hands still exploring the curves of your body.

You giggled again, a sound that Jack had come to cherish. "Okay, okay," you conceded, "But just for a little longer."

Jack's grin grew wider, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for another kiss. The taste of gravy and salt lingered on your lips, a delicious reminder of the impromptu snack that had led to this stolen moment.

You leaned into him, your hands fisting in his shirt. The world outside the car was forgotten, the only reality the warmth of his body pressed against yours. The leather of the seat was cold, but you didn't care. The cold was a thrilling contrast to the heat that was building between you.

Jack's fingers danced along the bare skin of your waist, sending shivers down your spine. His breath was warm against your neck, his kisses tender yet insistent. The gravity of his gaze was like the pull of a black hole, and you couldn't help but get lost in it.

"We should get going," you murmured, your voice a mere whisper against the velvet night.

Jack let out a soft yawn and rested his head on your shoulder. "You're right," he said, his voice muffled by your sweater. "But I'm not sure I want to leave this bubble."

You chuckled, kissing the top of his head. "Me neither," you admitted. "But we can't stay here forever."

Jack nodded, reluctantly letting you go. He took a deep breath, the cold air hitting him like a slap as you slid back into your seat. "You're right," he said, his voice a little rough around the edges.

You both buckled up and turned the key in the ignition, the Polo's engine rumbling back to life with a cough. The car's heater groaned, trying its best to combat the chilly night.

"Where to now?" you asked, your voice filled with excitement.

Jack let out another yawn, his eyes blinking sleepily. "Home, maybe?"

You nodded, smiling at his adorable messiness. "Home it is," you said, shifting the car into drive.

The journey back was a blend of comfortable silence and whispered confessions, the warmth of your bodies slowly thawing the chill from the car. The city's lights painted a vibrant tapestry across the dashboard, a silent story of the lives continuing outside your bubble.

You parked the Polo back at the curb, the engine sighing as it cooled. The house looked the same, but somehow different in the moonlit night. The quiet was a stark contrast to the cocoon of the car, and as you turned to face Jack, you knew the moment had changed you both.

Jack took your hand as you walked up the path, the cobblestones cold and familiar underfoot. "Thank you," he said, his voice a whisper in the night. "For always knowing when I need this."

You squeezed his hand in return, a smile playing on your lips. "You know I'm always up for an adventure."

Jack leaned over and kissed your cheek, his eyes still holding the warmth from your intimate moments. "Always."

[intoxicatingimmediacy]

Daveed Diggs’ sci-fi rap trio Clipping: ‘We are at war all the time. It’s one of the great tricks of capitalism’

[...] Over Hutson and Snipes’s production, Diggs weaves blood-soaked horror stories about racial violence or fables of enslaved people in outer space. On their new album Dead Channel Sky, he raps with mechanical precision over warped rave music, creating a noirish cyberpunk world of hackers, clubgoers, future-soldiers and digital avatars.

Their music has earned them nominations for sci-fi’s highest honour, the Hugo awards, and it’s made all the more distinctive by Diggs’s decision to avoid using the first person in his lyrics. “In an art form that is so self-conscious, is it still rap music if we take that out?” he says on a video call alongside his bandmates. “We discovered pretty quickly that it is, but that it also opened possibilities.” His raps feel like cinema or musical theatre, narrating action and voicing dialogue with characters of – generally – ambiguous gender and race. “What we’ve found from fans is that, because we don’t have much to do with these characters ourselves, it has allowed people to put a lot of themselves into them, to come up with reasons why this stuff is happening, and make links between songs we didn’t think of.”

Implicit in this approach is a critique of mainstream hip-hop: Hutson argues that its “fiercely individualistic” bent, and obsession with authenticity, has bred conformity. “The constraints of what you’re allowed to talk about and who you’re allowed to be as a rapper are so narrow,” he says. “Nobody calls novelists inauthentic compared to memoirists – but in rap music that’s apparently the case.”

[...] Hutson says they’re using a classic sci-fi trope, “these colonialist, extractive, brutal wars on other planets”, and it makes a fitting analogy for life in the west today, where our comforts are reliant on fought-over resources. “We are at war all the time,” Diggs adds. “It’s one of the great tricks of capitalism and technology: to allow these things to happen in the name of capitalism, with us all participating in it but not feeling like we’re affected.”

[...] But there are less widely known touchstones, too. The track Code samples the 1996 Afrofuturist film The Last Angel of History, in which a character seeks truth by consulting “techno fossils”: interviews about Black culture with speakers including techno music pioneer Juan Atkins, sci-fi author Octavia Butler and Parliament-Funkadelic’s George Clinton. Snipes came across the film, and like Neuromancer, found it prescient. “A hundred years from now, people are going to be finding abandoned data centres and trying to power them up and find out what’s on there,” he grins. “It’s going to be like opening King Tut’s tomb.”

[...] But their latest cyberpunk theme has a particularly strong affinity with hip-hop, they say, with both forms flourishing in the 1980s. “The hacker and the hip-hop producer are both ‘hacking’ technology that wasn’t made to do what they’re doing with it,” Hutson says, referring in the latter case to turntablism and sampling. “They’re building a future out of the mass-produced garbage around them.” (The group’s friend Roy Christopher made this argument in his 2019 book Dead Precedents, exploring rap as “Black cyberpunk”.) Hutson sees those early days of hip-hop as very creatively liberated, and says the album’s different rapping styles attempt to “harken back to that time, when we didn’t really know what rap was yet. You could rap over fast stuff, slow stuff, laser sounds – all this other silliness.”

As well as hip-hop, cyberpunk is closely allied with rave music – think of the club scene in the Matrix, or Underworld, Orbital and the Prodigy on the Hackers soundtrack – and so Dead Channel Sky hops between dance sub-genres, including big-beat (Change the Channel), acid-house (Keep Pushing) and drum’n’bass (Dodger). But Hutson sees “a weird contradiction” here. “A rave is the most corporeal, embodied sense of joy,” he says. “It’s not about the connectivity of the internet – it’s about being in a warehouse with a bunch of people.”

This unsteady, contradictory relationship between the digital and the physical lies at the heart of Dead Channel Sky, where imagined realities prompt questions about our own: whether virtual realms of “pixelated wind” are any flimsier than ours. Diggs suggests: “If we are currently living in the apocalypse that the cyberpunk fiction of the 80s and 90s predicted, this is the music.”

[angeliolo]

remember everything

y/n’s pov

an au by me and @sofisturns

𓇼 chap. 6 - falling

the car hummed softly as we cruised along the coast, the scent of chris’ cologne and sunscreen lingering in the air. my windows down- allowing my hair to be engulfed by the wind, tousled like waves breaking against the shore.

i sneak a glance at chris in the passenger seat, only to be met with his eyes already on mine. “so where are we headed next y/n!”

i kindly smile back, “well i’ve already shown you everywhere you need to see… do you have any ideas?”

his fingers drummed lightly on the dashboard, mimicking the same rhythm as my heartbeat, as he stopped to find something for us to do. he could’ve easily asked for me to take him home, but no, he actually wanted to spend more time with me.

suddenly his fingers come to a halt and he looks back at me, his warm gaze washing over me. “have you ever been longboarding?”

“long boarding? i don’t think so” “go back to my house, we’ll grab my board and i’ll show you”

i began to drive back to his house, the road feeling familiar despite the fact i’ve never actually driven there. something about chris just felt different. warm. inviting.

as we approached his house, the first thing i noticed was how quiet it all felt. the stillness and lack of life surrounding his house was hard to ignore, he wasn’t kidding when you could really feel the change in the air after his dad left. i was snapped out of my trance of observation, as chris hopped back into the passenger seat with his board and i began driving back to my spot on the beach.

upon our arrival to the beach, the golden glow of the setting sun spilled over the sand, casting soft, rippling patterns like light dancing on the ocean’s surface. the breeze outside the car was thick with the scent of sea salt and something sweeter—the unspoken pull between us.

“okay.. so how exaclty do you do this?” i say gesturing to the longboard in his hand. the board didn’t have the most unique look to it, other than the marks of usage, it was basic. most of the people on the shore had elaborate long board, ranging from different colors and designs. but chris, chris’ was simple.

“it’s easy really, you literally just place your feet like this and push off. it’s all about balance and trust in yourself” i take in his instructions briefly, “it’s really just that? seems simple” “well that’s what it is for beginners, once you get pro like me you can do all sorts of things” he says laughing while showing off some tricks. “you trying to impress or something?” “maybe.. is it working?” he says flashing me a smile and wink.

as the night went on and the sun finally set, casting a wave of darkness over us— the only thing illuminating us being street lamps. “chris! i’m never gonna be able to do this” i yell giggling as i fall for the 17th time.

“here let’s try something new” he says approaching me and placing the longboard back on the road. he reaches his hand out, allowing my to grab it and get back on my feet. his helps me onto the board, his hand still attached to mine.

i lose my balance briefly making my body fall into chris’. “careful there” he says catching me and placing me back onto the board. before i could realize, he places his hands on my hips in order to hold my balance.

his hands rested on my waist, light as sea foam but steady as the tide, serving as a promise that he wouldn’t let me fall. the warmth of his touch sent a ripple through my skin, like the rush of the cold water in the heat.

he leaned in slightly, his voice low and steady as he guided me down the road. “just trust the motion. trust me” he says looking deeply into my eyes. i look back at him through my eyelashes, subtly nodding. with a deep breath, he slowly let go— the warmth of his hands still burning into my skin despite the absence of them. “chris! i’m doing it!!!” i exclaim as i roll down the road like small waves

“there you go!” chris shouts back. for a moment i feel weightless, gliding as smoothly as a tide rolling to shore. in that moment, nothing mattered other than me, chris, and the ocean. i could feel his gaze burning into the back of my head, so i turn back around to meet his gaze with mine. the feeling of buoyancy continued, until it didn’t. before i knew it i was losing my balance as the road suddenly became downhill.

“chris omg!” i shout as i see him run towards me with urgency, the board accelerating. i look towards the road, hoping not to crash too badly, as i feel chris hands around my waist again; however, the speed of the board won against him, making us both fall to the ground.

“holy shit are you okay?” i hear him say in a panic. i roll over onto my side, only to be greeted with his panicked face. without thinking i burst out giggling, inviting chris to laugh along. “guess i need some more lessons” i say wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes as we both got up.

just as the laughter died, the only noise left was the ocean and the sound of us catching our breaths— our pulses still racing from the fall, or maybe it was from the way chris’ hand creeped back onto my waist. but this time it was different, his fingers barely pressed into my skin, as if he was testing the gravity between us.

the ocean breeze curled around us, salty and warm, but all i could feel was the heat of him, so close, so steady. “you okay?” he murmured, his voice softer now, his thumb brushing a stray grain of sand from my cheek.

i nodded, but neither of us moved away. the world around us felt distant, the crash of the waves, the hum of the pavement—everything fading into the quiet pull between us. my eyes flickered from his eyes down to his lips, and for a second, they hovered there, balanced on the edge like the crest of a wave just before it breaks.

just then, as if pulled by an unseen wind, chris leaned in. and this time i let myself fall— this time not onto the ground, but into him.

his hand snuck around my waist again— i could feel the quiet strength in his fingers, the way they lingered—not just to support, but to savor, as if memorizing the feeling of me beneath his touch, like waves etching secrets into the shore.

the kiss was soft at first— gentle, hesitant, almost teasing the between us. but then as i gave into into him, my hands went to grip his shirt as if i were anchoring myself, and he deepened it, the warmth of his lips sending a slow, electric current through my veins.

the world around us faded—the pavement beneath us, the salty wind in our hair, the lingering sting of my fall—none of it mattered. the only thing that mattered was us, the way he tasted like summer and sea air, the way he held me like i was something precious, something he never wanted to let go of. in that moment, I knew. i had been falling long before I ever hit the ground.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ sorry for the delay on this chapter guys! monumental stuff in this one, hope you all love it as much as we do! <33

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[heluvschibi]

Day 1

Kissing, glow ups, mentions of ex bully, friends to lover, wave to earth mentioned?! Cussing, mentions of hormones, no use of y/n, no use of pronouns.

You and Han were practically attached to the hip. When you were both 6 you met each other at school, he was alone because he had just moved schools, and you were alone, well because no one really talked to you.

You both managed to become great friends, sharing the same likes, and dislikes. You both held sleep overs every day, and if Han or you couldn't actually go, you tried to go on a hunger strike... Tried, but you failed after the 3 hours, missing delicious food.

Before you both went for you Junior year, Han went to a summer camp, you wanted to go to... But it was an all-boys camp, yeah, you cried when you heard that, and when he was leaving you asked for a goodbye hug, but you never let go practically clinging to him, crying out is messy slurred words, "I'll miss you... Don't change!" He held onto you too and cried, "I won't!" His parents had to practically pull him off of to put him in the car. Worst.summer.ever.

But when he got back... He had this random glow up. For all your life you never really thought of your best friend, your other half, your twin to be... Kinda...hot. Your decided to brush it off, claiming it to be a "Hormonal thing."

But when glow ups happen, always something bad has to happen, a girl in your class, who used to bully him started to... talk to him, every time that she approached you had the dirtiest look on your face, and you didn't even try to hide it. She sat on the table between the space of your and Han and acted like you weren't even there. It honestly kinda pissed you off, "She's gonna break the fucking table..."

She practically broke her neck to look at you. You were on your phone acting like you didn't just insult the girl. Han broke out laughing, putting his head down to try and quiet his laugh.

"Excuse me?"

You looked up at her and gave her a forced smile, "Oh nothing, just stating the obvious... When you hopped up here the table did a little dance, it shook, this table is really sturdy, but I guess in one hop your fat ass just broke it."

Han's laughter got louder, causing some of the students in the class to look over whispering about what's going on, "Oh my gosh...t-the table did s-shake when she hopped on!" Han said out trying to not laugh but failed. She was mad, and embarrassed. Soon the whole class erupted into laughter, she looked around and then hopped off and stomped away.

Han looked up at you a tear rolling down his face as he continued to laugh, "Holy shit, where did that come from?"

You shrugged and leaned back in your chair, "Just stating the obvious, hell the table asked for help, it creaked a little."

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One day, you and Han were both walking home after a snack run, you both decided to stay at his house. You didn't want to be home alone, so you just came knocking on his door during dinner time.

The glow from the moon lighting up the dark spots of paths in the streets, the streetlamps doing most of the work, letting a yellowish shine hit the ground.

You both were sharing one earbud as you were listening to Wave to Earth's new album. This activity wasn't new to both of you. Walking home in the middle of the night together, him carrying the drinks while you carry the snacks, listening to music.

The only thing different from that night was Han, he's been holding back what he wanted to say, he wanted to tell you at school... But that girl came out from nowhere... He wanted to tell you at lunch but was distracted by some random guys from the soccer team asking him to join, knowing that he doesn't have an athletic bone in his body he said he'll think about it. He's been wanting to tell you, his whole life... Ever since he was little, to now... But he was nervous, what if you say no? What if you like someone else. Honestly, he was grateful for his random glow up, now he had some leverage.

"Hey..." He mumbled before he stopped walking, you noticed that his earbud fell out, you stopped and pulled out your other one to look at him.

"Hm? What is it?"

A blush went across his face, his hands started to get clammy, and sweaty, his throat feels like it's tightening, his heart was practically beating out of his chest.

"I like you..." He whispered out, it floating in the cool fall wind.

"What?" You said, no in shock but because you didn't hear him, you thought you lost your hearing, but the sound of crunchy leaves scattering on the ground failed to confirm your suspicion but comforted you to know that you weren't going deaf.

He clenched his fist together and looked at you with determined eyes, "I like you, I like you so, so, so much. Every time I'm with you I can't help but smile, you are the one for me! A-and I really, honest to the higher power that I l-like... No Love you! Why can't you see it?" He looked down.

You blushed and smiled, "Han... Ji?" You cupped his cheek with your open hand, making him look up at you, his eyes started to fill with tears, either breaking your heart, or making it flutter, "Ji, I-I like you too... But..." But? That's not what he wants to hear right now, he wants you to kiss him, to just say you love him... He didn't want a but... He wanted your love... "But wouldn't it be... Weird for us? I mean like I know everything about you."

"Exactly, we know everything about each other, there wouldn't be no hassle or awkward silences after asking a simple question like 'what's your favorite color.' I know your favorite color, I know what music you like and hate, I know what makes you laugh, and cry, and smile, I know all of that..."

"Are you... Really sure about this?" You mumbled, letting your hand fall from his cheek.

He moved closer, "I'm sure." He kissed you, it wasn't a hot and messy kiss, but a soft, and tender one, you both closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of each other.

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Day 1 done

all fluff week stories will be edited at the end of fluff week

first one to go!!! 6 more left... this is going to get harder on weekdays.. gulp -Chibi

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System pt. 10 - The Finale!

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8 | CH 9

MASTERLIST

It's the end doo doo doo doo! The final match of the season, the ending. I really hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as I have writing it. I've had the best time and I'm really proud of this one! 💜

Chapter 10

You hadn’t considered that footballers or their coaches would get nervous. But the tension in the run up to the Man City game was palpable. The whole town seemed on edge, Roy included. He’d spent each one of your Lexie nights at your house, it felt a little odd that he was there observing your boring mum routine of washing, cooking and carrying the mental load of knowing where Lexie needed to be, when and everything else in between. He didn’t ask to stay, even though you’d wanted him to, he’d said goodnight each evening and gone back to his place. By the time Lexie was back to her dads, you’d worked out that he’d been there every evening not just because he’d wanted to be, but because he’d needed to be. The build up to the game had him restless and distractible and the time with you and Lexie managed to relax him far more than sitting in an empty house, or going over and over the match with Jamie, or Nate or whoever else was free for a pint. When you’d gone to him just a day before the match, the only solace he’d found from the plays, the tactics and the team, was in you. He took his time, undressing you slowly and kissing every inch of skin as it became exposed to him.

"Let me take care of you," you whispered. You felt his head shake as he kissed down your neck. 

"I've never needed anyone like I need you." He muttered, swiping a calloused thumb over your hardening nipple, "you look so fucking beautiful like this." You rolled your hips against him, 

"Please, Roy. I need you-" you all but begged. All night he'd taken the lead and given you everything, losing himself in the feel of your body against his. When they won the next day, you were euphoric. Lexie and Phoebe had been in bits when the camera had focused in on Roy and Nate discussing something over an iPad and they could see that Roy was wearing his Richmond colours friendship bracelet. The late journey back from Manchester and the subsequent celebrations meant that it was Tuesday morning before you saw him again. You’d joined the slip road to the school, queuing for the carpark with the windows down and blasting 90s dance music when his car had pulled alongside yours. You and Lexie had been so engrossed in singing/shouting Robin S ‘Show Me Love’ - complete with 'big box, little box' hand dancing - that you hadn’t even seen him until Phoebe had called through the open windows. 

“Morning. Congratulations on the win!” You’d called out.

“Morning. Nice dancing.”

“Especially for you.” You winked. You’d ended up parked at different ends of the carpark so he and Phoebe had waited for you by the gate as you walked down to them. You’d pulled out your phone to take a call from a recruitment agency so he’d walked alongside you while you talked and the girls ran ahead. “And that’s in Richmond? Wow, ok that sounds really interesting. Absolutely yes, send my CV over if you think I’m in with a shot. Actually, just send it over anyway - I’d be mad not to at least try,” at the front of the queue at the gates, you handed Lexie her bag and gave her a kiss whilst still on the phone, “Ok, could you just hang on one second please?” You moved the phone away from your mouth and stepped up on tiptoes to give Roy a lingering kiss. The other playground parents looked on, wide eyed. “I have to go, I love you. See you later.” You whispered, taking up the phone again and going back to the car, your hand holding onto his until you couldn’t reach any further. Lexie was with her dad during the beginning of that week so that she could go with you to the final Richmond match at the weekend, so after work you’d gone straight to Roy’s. You hopped up to sit on the counter while he cooked.

“Ted’s staying.” He told you, hands on your thighs.

“Really? That’s great!”

“He got to work this morning and Rebecca was in his office. She only fucking told him she was in love with him, that she’d help his ex get a job here if she wanted to move, she’d help them find a school for Henry… pretty much told him she’d do fucking anything if he’d say.” You leaned forward, eager to hear more,

“And did he tell her?”

“Yeah, told her he was in love with her. We walked in to find them nearly going at it in the office.” You shrieked,

“Oh god that’s so cute! At least you all know before the weekend as well.”

“Settles the lads down a bit, bunch of fucking kids sometimes.” You slid forward to wrap your legs around his hips. “Any news on that job from this morning?” His hands move up your thighs and around your waist so he can kiss your neck,

“Not yet, the agency is putting me forward. It’s in Richmond though, which would be amazing. I should hear more tomorrow.”

“And how you feeling going into your last week?”

“Happy. Scared. Nervous.”

“We’ll figure it out, you know. I won’t let you fucking drown. Season finishes at the weekend, so this time next week I’ll have loads more free time for a few weeks. I can help with Lex while you do what you need to do.” He’s turned the pan off and pulled you off the counter, taking you over to the sofa, dinner forgotten for now.

~~~~~~~

You took a further call from the recruitment agency the following day. Their client was interested in meeting you but needed an informal off-site meeting. You arranged with the recruiter to meet with them towards the end of the week just outside of town. To say you were surprised to see Keeley Jones and Rebecca Welton being led to your table was an understatement. You shook hands and sat back down before your legs could give out. The mums might have been all good, the kids, but maybe you were about to be ousted by two of the most influential women in Roy’s life? You clearly looked terrified because Keeley, to her credit, took your hand and held it,

“Oh fuck, you look so scared! I’m so sorry we ambushed you, are you ok?” You think of the night before when Roy had cooked your favourite meal while you’d taken Lexie to swimming lessons and then onto her dads. When you’d sat in his lap and pushed your fingers into the knot in his shoulder to try and relieve some of the stress of the final week of the season. When he’d lost all patience and decided on a different way to unwind, which had mostly revolved around keeping his head between your thighs for as long as you let him. You think about your 4am wake up call that morning, and the 6am follow up, where he’d interlocked your fingers above your head and pressed you into the mattress as he whispered “I could do this forever”. Whatever had changed their mind in the time since the gala, you couldn’t let it derail your future.

“Look, if you’ve suddenly come to the realisation that I’m not good enough for Roy then that’s your opinion and you’re entitled to it. But I’m not going to be scared off. He loves me and I’ll take that for as long as I possibly can because I am so, so in love with him and I will spend forever making him happy in any way I can. I’m really sorry, I’m sure you’re both lovely women and I know he values your opinions, but if he’s ever going to change how he feels about me then he’ll do it himself and he’ll tell me himself. And congratulations by the way,” you turn to Rebecca, “I heard that Ted is staying and that he finally told you he loves you. I’m so happy for you.” Keeley smiled at you while Rebecca looked curiously. 

“Are you sure about this?” She asked Keeley,

“I’ve been doing some digging. Trust me, Rebecca.”

“We’re not here to try and break you and Roy up.” Rebecca said finally,

“Oh. Well then I don’t understand?”

“I’d like to interview you for a job.”

“Sorry, what? Shit, have I just fucked it up completely?”

“Nahh!” Keeley said quickly.

“Well-” Rebecca interrupted.

“No, she hasn’t. We probably scared her half to death, Rebecca! Give the poor woman a minute to recover.” You finish your water and take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, really I am. I got completely carried away and I shouldn't have gone off like that.”

“Thank you,” Rebecca said, smiling at last. “And thank you for letting me know just how much you care about Roy.” You nod, making peace. Keeley whipped out some paperwork from her bag.

“So! Like Rebecca said, this is I guess, a final stage interview without all the previous stages? We already know about you, we'd love to know more. Our previous Director of Comms was Leslie Higgins, he moved into the Football Ops role quite a while ago now and there’s never really been the need to replace him. He and Rebecca have sort of taken on the various tasks and it’s worked fine.” She pauses for Rebecca to step in and continue,

“Now though, we’re one game away from maybe winning the Premier League just one season after coming back from relegation. That’s practically unheard of. The huge, growing success of the club, the opportunities with the Champions League next season and our plans for the future mean that we need to strengthen the internal team. KBPR can only do so much - they have other clients and I can’t ask Keeley to devote all of her time to the club.”

“We think,” Keeley started, “that with us, and Leslie and you… we could be a real Fab Four. The core AFC Richmond decision makers - with the coaches input of course.” You are stunned, to say the least.

“When you say you’ve done some digging, what exactly do you mean by that?”

“Well, when you told me who you worked for and what you’d worked on, I realised that we’d met before. I’ve been asking around people who have worked with you or who have come across you in a professional capacity to learn more. When I liked what I saw, I took it to Rebecca.”

“With Ted confirmed as staying now, I have some big plans ahead for Roy. We have some very big plans ahead as a club.”

“And you don’t think it would be weird? Me working with you, for one,” you gesture to Keeley, “or with Roy?”

“I’ve been at the club probably at least two or three times a week since the day you blocked him in on the school car park. He came in ranting and raving about some idiot driver and every day, I’ve heard him fall more in love with you. If he found out there was a way to have you in the same building every day, I think he’d be beating Rebecca’s door down himself. And working in the same building doesn’t necessarily mean you spend every waking hour together. You still have crucial jobs to do. And as for me, I'd love to work with you.” Rebecca nodded in agreement.

“The job is nothing you don’t already know, the only difference is the industry.”

“Exactly, my football knowledge is… limited at best!”

“We’re a family, we wouldn’t let you drown.” Hearing Rebecca use the same phrase as Roy struck a chord with you.

“I take it you have a job spec, contract, everything I need to read through and make a decision?”

“An interview is as much about you deciding if we’re the right fit for you, as it is for us to decide. I think you’ll find that the club's current standing means we can afford to give you a generous package, and the locality means we can support a better work-life balance.”

“Take this, read it and see what you think.” You take the folder.

“As his friends, do you think I should tell Roy now, or decide based on him not knowing? I assume we’ve met here because he doesn’t know, and inviting me to Nelson Road would be a dead giveaway?”

“Perhaps tell him about the role first and then bring in where it came from. Let him help offer an opinion based on the job alone.” Rebecca suggested. “And I do so hope you’ll agree to join us, I think you could be a truly great asset to the club.”

~~~~~~~~

You’d kept the folder at your house, not daring to leave it in a bag or your car in danger of accidentally taking it to Roy’s. Being at yours also meant you could be ‘busy’ and have Lexie as a buffer and it also being your last week at your current workplace, this also gave you an excuse for being more distracted than usual. The last game of the season was doing the same for him so his being distracted also helped you. The intimacy of spending time alone at Roy’s exposed all of your vulnerabilities. You’d spent so many nights laying in the dark in his arms listening to him talk about his family and career, and have him ask about yours, it was impossible to hide anything from him. You’d mentioned the role to him, you’d had to since he knew about the original recruiter call, and he’d reacted to it exactly as you hoped he would - excited for you to have such a great opportunity, close to home, with a package befitting your knowledge and experience. You wanted to wait until after the West Ham game to tell him exactly who the role was for. Lexie was spending the night before the match at Phoebe’s for a sleepover. The night before the Man City game meant you knew exactly how he'd want to forget the West Ham match and this time, you'd planned accordingly. You'd finished your final day at work early and had blown the cash from your leaving card on the most beautiful lingerie set you'd ever seen. You'd come back via Nelson Road to borrow his keys, and gone back to his to cook. When he got back late that afternoon, you'd set up outside under the secluded canopy in his garden with soft lights, blankets and cushions. You handed him a beer and led him outside, brought food out - including dessert, and then when you'd eaten and cleared up, you stepped in front of him and slipped your summer dress down your body. He reached out and took your hand, you'd sat in his lap with your legs either side of his. He ran his finger over the cup of the bra, 

"Holy fucking shit, you're perfect," 

"Distracting enough?"

"Yeah I'd say so." He said gruffly. “It’s a good fucking job I just need to stand on the side of the pitch now.” He laughed. 

The match was intense, unexpected drama on the sidelines and Isaac’s incredible goal had everyone holding their breath for another goal or for news from the Liverpool game. When the win came, no one seemed to care what the final table result was. The fans flooded the pitch to be with their team. You, Sara and the girls had stayed back a little, you could see better as Coach Lasso danced with his team surrounding him. When you let the girls onto the pitch, they run straight to Roy and he ends up with Phoebe on his front and giving a piggyback to Lexie at the same time.

“Don’t come crying to me later when you can’t walk.” You tease, finding a route past Phoebe to give him a kiss.”

“You’re not gonna fucking take care of me?” He asks, faux outraged.

“Every. Single. Day.”

“Dad!” Lexie calls, she taps Roy’s shoulder and he lets her down. Andy is coming across the pitch from the away fans side.

“Alright love.” He scoops her up and hugs her. “Congratulations,” he says to Roy who nods without greeting. “Dunno what old Mannion was doing. Made us look like fools. Do you ehh, do you know if our gaffer is ok?”

“Yeah, that old twat is fine. Just a bruised ego and a picture of his balls on the front of every paper tomorrow.” Andy shrugs.

“I uhh, I wanted to apologise to you both. I was a real dickhead-” Roy snorts a laugh, “worse than that, then. I’m sorry. I’ve been watching since the game finished. You look happy.” He turns to you,

“I am.” You say shortly, unsure whether to trust the apology.

“Good. I mean it, you look happy together. And Lexie tells me so all the time. I’m… happy for you.” You thank him and he heads off with his mates to the pub. You’re left with the feeling that you might never be friendly, but you can at least be cordial. Relieved of carrying the kids, Roy pulls you into his arms.

“He’s jealous.”

“Of me?” he laughs,

“Of me, you muppet.” He leans down to kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear, “because you're the one. You're it. You're the only one I want for the rest of my life. And he knows he fucked it up.”

“Hmm, you're pretty irresistible yourself.” The kiss you leave him with leaves you both breathless,

“Think we can find somewhere-”

“No way, there are hundreds of people here. I need to tell you something later.” He looks curiously at you, but you both get caught up in another ‘Richmond til we Die’ chant when Jamie, Keeley and a raft of players come over to find Roy. A little further through the crowd, you see Ted sweep Rebecca into his arms and kiss her. Even an hour after the game had ended, the club was still heaving with people. The fans had gone on to celebrate elsewhere but the families and friends of the players and staff remained. Rebecca had instructed the bar to stay open, insisting that she’d cover the bill. Phoebe and Lexie were still running around on the now empty pitch with Leslie’s younger children and other player’s and staff kids. You’ve told Sara about the job and you can’t wait to tell Roy. He’s sitting with Nate, both of them animatedly discussing Jamie’s Oscar winning performance with Coach Beard. 

“Have you got an answer for me yet?” Rebecca asks, sitting next to you in the dugout.

“Yes, I think I do. I’d like to run it by someone in particular first though.” You catch Roy’s eye, he looks surprised but happy to see you talking to Rebecca. She waves her hand to call him over.

“Coach Kent, congratulations.”

“You too.”

“I meant your excellent girlfriend, not the match.” He cocks an eyebrow at her,

“Thanks then. She’s fucking brilliant.”

“I know. Thought I might poach her from you?” The furrow in his brow deepens with his confusion. You stand up and kiss the frown away.

“The amazing job I’ve been offered? It would be here. Working for Rebecca.” You tell him, trying to keep your voice light but nervous for his response.

“Here? Every day?” 

“Yeah,” you start to mistake his hesitation for annoyance, “but if you think that’s really fucking weird, then I can tell Rebecca to stuff it - no offense, Rebecca - and I can carry on looking and something else will turn up-”

“I don’t think it’s really fucking weird. I think you should say yes. You should definitely fucking do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.” 

“You’d better come over tomorrow then, sign your contract.” Rebecca says with a smile. “Welcome.” You and Sara party on the pitch with the team until the girls start to flag and it’s time to go. You insist Roy stay,

“I’ll see you tomorrow, go - have an amazing night, you’ve earned it. I’m so fucking proud of you.” You kiss him and he waves you off. 

~~~~~~~

You’re reading in bed when the door knocks so quietly you think you might have imagined it. Lexie is practically comatose in her bed, the combination of exhilaration and fresh air has completely wiped her out. You creep down the stairs in one of Roy’s t-shirts and open the door. Jamie Tartt is on your doorstep with an arm slung around Roy.

“Tried to get him to come to a club with us, but he made us bring ‘im ‘ere instead.” You stifle a giggle, you can see that Roy’s nowhere near as drunk as Jamie but he’s still looking at you with total adoration.

“Thanks Jamie, I’ll take it from here. You have a good night,” you look around him to the taxi down the path. Isaac and Colin are both waving madly at you. “Be safe, boys.” You wave to them and blow a kiss before slipping your arm around Roy’s waist and guiding him inside.

“Night Coach,” Jamie grins.

“Night Tartt, fuckin’ love you man. Fuckin’ love all of you.”

“We know. And we wouldn’t have been on that fuckin’ pitch without you.” Jamie gave you both a little salute and ran off back to the taxi.

“Come on, coach. Time for bed.” You lead him upstairs and sit him on the bed so you can take off his t-shirt, then you drop to your knees and unlace his trainers. You pull his hands to get him to stand up, running your hands around the waistband of his dark jeans and pulling them down. Once they’re free of his hips, he sits back down. “Come here,” you whisper, climbing into bed and pulling him with you, his body between your legs and his head on your heart. 

“Feels like I won the whole fucking thing.” He whispers against your skin as he falls asleep.

[lifessoshortandsoami]

Get To Know Luna's Relationship With The Members

Namjoon x Luna = Lujoon/Lunam

Third Most popular ship in BTS.

Him being completely whipped for her.

Her teaching him (along with Jin) dancing.

Texting each other late-night thoughts.

Going on Library date every week.

The shortest and the tallest duo.

Poking each other's dimples...or, him poking her only dimple.

Squishing each other's cheeks (mostly her).

Her stealing his sweatshirts and him finding it adorable how big it is on her.

Helping each other with English vocabulary and translations during interviews.

Him being her therapist.

Her being his muse.

Writing lyrics together.

Jin x Luna = Jina/2Moon

Least popular (underrated) ship in BTS.

Both cooking and trying new recipes together.

Him protecting her and trying his best to keep her innocent (he has been successful in it thus far).

Her (and Jimin) are the only ones who actually find his dad jokes funny.

Him ruffling her hair or patting her head.

Her teaching him (along with Namjoon) dancing.

Him feeding her, whether it be asking her to taste the food while cooking or sharing his food.

Her being the one who called him World Wide Handsome first.

Him being her parent figure.

Yoongi x Luna = Yoona

Sixth most popular ship in BTS.

Him being wrapped around her little finger.

Her being fascinated by his passion for music.

Her being the reason he smiles the most.

Her being the only member who knows the password to his Genius Lab.

Him not changing the password cause he secretly likes her presence in his studio.

Her checking up on him if he is getting enough amount of food and sleep.

Her gushing over his cute gummy smile.

Jhope x Luna = Lunhope

Fifth most popular ship in BTS.

The sun and the moon.

Cheering the other up when one is feeling down.

Love making new choreographies together.

They brighten up a room whenever they enter one.

Him helping her with hip hop.

Matching outfits

She literally adores him.

Hurt Hoseok and you'll have to deal with an angry Luna who doesn't look scary but can scare you enough to traumatize you.

Her sniffing his hair cause she loves the scent.

J-Hope once mentioned in a VLive that he loves when Luna runs her hands through his hair. It helps him relax.

Jimin x Luna = Lumin

Second most popular ship in BTS.

The cutest duo.

Jimin finally takes a sigh of relief when she joins the group thinking he'll get a rest from all the teasing because of his height. (But not for long, the members get back at teasing him saying Luna's short because she's a girl.)

Mesmerizing everyone when they do a contemporary duo. (Also making a few members jealous but let's leave that topic for another time.)

Giggling together for no reason.

Him being a dirty-minded person and her being the most innocent does not work very well. But the fans love it when they see Jimin smirking at Luna's very innocent words.

Him constantly flirting with her and her being oblivious to it.

Jimin mentioned in an interview that Luna is his favourite member when it comes to taking about his feelings.

Both have eye smiles.

Him always comparing their hand sizes just to feel better seeing her hands much smaller than his.

Both gushing over each other's cuteness.

V x Luna = Luv

Fourth most popular ship in BTS.

Only one word to describe their visuals together: Ethereal.

Aliens of the group, you'll never understand what they are talking about.

Him playing with her hair or braiding them.

Her always complimenting his outfits.

The difference between their hand sizes is adorable.

Their duality together is hazardous.

Matching hair colors.

Him being her stylist.

Both gifting each other expensive items.

Loves goofing around together.

Jungkook x Luna = Lukook

The most popular ship in BTS and KPop.

Both are each other's first kiss.

Him being possessive over her.

Both can't live a minute without each other.

Have their own house together.

He once said in a VLive that it's almost impossible for him to fall asleep without Luna by her side.

Mostly in a pair or the same team during Run BTS.

Him always giving her piggyback rides.

Him glaring at every male idol who stares a little too long at her (Sometimes female idols too).

He's the most affectionate with her.

Him calling her his soulmate.

Loves harmonizing together, their voices sound enchanting together.

Him always watching her with heart in his eyes.

Fans find their height and size difference absolutely adorable.

Him back hugging her and resting his chin on her head.

He's completely in love with her and everyone can see it.

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[myobsessionsspace]

Who is Kim Young Jin?

The man behind the looks, bringing BTS' vision to life, from photo-folios, to music videos to high fashion magazine photoshoots.

Kim YoungJin and his team have worked with the members as a group and as individuals on their concerts and everything in between.

“Seoul-based stylist Youngjin Kim has been obsessed with fashion since he was a child, saving up his pocket money to buy magazines. “It was so special to me,” he remembers. After majoring in photography at college but leaning into the looks just as heavily, somebody suggested he give styling a go and well, the rest is history. These days, he’s working with BTS, but can also be found dressing the likes of NCT 127, Super M and Daniel Kang for cover features, campaigns and album artwork.”

ID Magazine - VICE Interview (March 2022)

👤What was your entry point to styling?

“I worked as an assistant to [Korean actor] Jin Oh Jeon’s stylist for about five years and came to understand the overall system of the Korean fashion scene. Looking back, that time was so precious; time that brought me to this moment, I guess.”

The man himself, Stylist @kimvinchey on IG

Kim YoungJin styled BTS and Bang SiHyuk for their TIME Magazine 2022 photos.

Kim YoungJin has been head stylist for MVs such as 'My Universe', styling Jimin for 'Vibe', j-hope for 'On The Street' to name but a few MVs

👤Tell us about the type of work you do.

“Styling for albums and projects such as “My Universe” by BTS and Coldplay is receiving tremendous attention on a global scale. Whenever I style an idol group, I think of a designer creating a collection. I mix and match clothes from different Japanese brands such as Comme des Garçons and Yohji Yamamoto, and I express my own aesthetic with styling to fit each concept. I also style various editorials for fashion magazines. I consider myself a fashion stylist, and when I first took on the role of an idol stylist, I was proud of demonstrating what kind of visuals could be created if a fashion stylist takes on an idol.”

Kim Youngjin has worked with the members on the brand ambassadorship endeavours, such as styling for mag shoots like the Valentino photoshoot with SUGA

👤Of course, a stylist doesn’t just ‘style’. You’re often a bridge between celebrities and brands — a look you introduce to an idol could quickly become a trend.

“Exactly. In many cases, celebrities or models with good momentum are recommended to brands or magazines, and if the celebrity is an ambassador of a fashion house, they communicate more closely with the fashion brand.”

👤What do you think is the most important thing in styling?

“I try to combine the latest fashion trends with classic items. For instance, I like pairing Levi's denim and casual sneakers with a Saint Laurent blazer. As details are crucial for men's clothes, the overall outfit is often impacted by details such as perfect length and sleeves.”

In Chapter 2 of BTS' journey, Kim YounJin has been part of many of the members solo projects that were even released post enlistment for some, such as j-hope LV campaign and styling for Esquire Magazine

👤Do you have a favourite brand or designer?

“I’ve always loved Givenchy by Riccardo Tisci, which has had a huge impact on me as a stylist. I have such respect for a person who has accomplished what they’ve wanted to do for a long time — I think Miuccia Prada and Raf Simons are both great in that regard too.”

“I’m 32, so I was in elementary and middle school in the 1990s, which was when I started getting into fashion. Since I was really young, like 10 years old, I used to go downtown to buy clothes by myself. In elementary school, I wore baggy sweatshirts and jeans like this Balenciaga ensemble. I liked hip-hop and K-pop even back then and would dress up like this and dance at school festivals. Retro fashion is back in style, so it doesn’t at all look out of place or time to dress like this again.”

Mr Porter - The Journal Interview (Oct 2020)

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Special Mention:

**Though Taehyung has worked with Kim YoungJin with group projects the Head Stylist for Taehyung (V) during Chapter 2, in particular his Layover Era has been @HIJIBIN, Taehyung's personal stylist.

Info on Kim YoungJin:

https://www.mrporter.com/en-sg/journal/fashion/youngjin-kim-contemporary-fashion-classic-style-k-pop-1445414

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Today's mix:

Pure Garage Presents: Bass, Breaks & Beats by EZ 2001 UK Garage

There are *plenty* of times where you might find me lamenting over the unfortunate repeated failures of most British electronic and dance music to make significant impacts in the US, but when it comes to the genre of UK garage, know that I am super grateful that almost none of this shit managed to succeed Stateside, because the vast majority of this stuff is dumber than your own kitchen table 😵.

Cultivated in a country that's known for its own melting pot approach to music, UK garage naturally culminated in a confluence of things from a whole bunch of different genres, including drum n bass/jungle, breakbeat, dancehall, and house. Its own name had been derived from garage house, one of the earliest forms of house music as we know it, which is more rooted in elements of disco, R&B, gospel, and soul. And garage house itself was named after the venue where it was originally most famously spun at: New York's Paradise Garage, by the legendary DJ Larry Levan, which operated from the late 70s to late 80s.

But between garage house and UK garage was the indispensable link of speed garage. This music took the shuffled-snare house rhythms that'd been a hallmark of garage house, paired them with breakbeats, and then sped the whole thing up. A very inventive guy from New Jersey named Todd Edwards was a pioneer of this music, and became especially known for creating nicely textured melodies that were made of patched together strings of millisecond-long samples too. One of the only good tracks that happens to appear on this 2001 double-disc mix from UK garage stalwart DJ EZ (pronounced E-Zed) is Edwards' own "Show Me a Sign," which itself is, again, not a UK garage track, but speed garage instead—a sonic predecessor.

But what then followed speed garage was a British dance phenomenon of utter mindlessness 🚫🧠. UK garage took the speed garage idea of using those breakbeats and snares and then the only other additional things that people did with them was seep or ladle in fat and squelchy basslines—which were reminiscent of how the famous Reese bass had proved a worthy addition to drum n bass—and then peppered in vocal samples too. The music's only real unique versatility was that it could sound more akin to either house or breakbeat depending on the drum patterns that were chosen, but other than that, every track that leaned towards one or the other genre sounded very similar, because there's only so much that a person can do with a strictly percussive breakbeat and a bassline that seems to require a specifically fat and squelchy quality to it. People liked rapping over these beats too, which contributed a good level of energy to them, but to contrast it with hip hop—imagine that genre's beats being limited to only those specific combinations of breakbeat-and-bassline? I really don't think that it'd be the world's single-most popular genre of music right now if that'd ever been the case!

So, basically, UK garage sucked so much because of how overly simple its formula was, and because of that, how limited its sonic possibilities were too. You can scrub to pretty much any point on either of the discs for this mix here on YouTube and get a good idea of what both of them are entirely made of, because almost every single song utilizes a similar recipe of breakbeat-and-specific-bassline.

Not all UK garage turned out to be totally awful, though. When filtered through a contemporary R&B/pop kind of lens, it gave us essential early 2000s hits like Craig David's "Fill Me In" and Daniel Bedingfield's "Gotta Get Thru This"—two of the only UK garage tunes to achieve major success in the US.

But without any sort of pop sensibility lent to it, UK garage mostly just languishes in obscenely boring levels of formulaic unoriginality, as can be heard throughout the near entirety of this mix. I really don't understand how anyone could've ever enjoyed listening to this music for more than five minutes, but somehow, despite how totally reductive, devolutionary, and lobotomized it all felt, it still managed to flourish majorly on a commercial level in its home country, defining a piece of the UK's late 90s-to-early 2000s dance music landscape.

The only other track on here that I dig is "Firin' Times" by Swoopes (aka DJ Zinc), which isn't even a garage track of any sort—it's pure breakbeat! And it happens to make for a nice and unexpected spell from all the other gar(b)age that lines the rest of this whole mix.

So, ultimately, as an American, I'm really glad that 99.9% of this stuff didn't end up hitting our own airwaves. Besides those couple hits that I mentioned above, I've only ever really been exposed to UK garage in a similar way to how every year I'm made aware of the current fall season lineup of bad network TV shows—through all those ridiculous promo ad reads during football games 😂. In a sense, UK garage is like the BOB❤️ABISHOLA of dance music; you can just tell from the outset that it's gonna be dreadful, but the fact that it's managed to stick around for as long as it has indicates how popular it's been too, which then inevitably leads you to wonder, who on earth actually genuinely enjoys all of this terrible, terrible shit?!?

Listen to CD1 here. Listen to CD2 here.

Highlights:

CD1:

Swoopes - "Firin' Times"

CD2:

Todd Edwards - "Show Me a Sign"

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Year-End Poll #67: 2016

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We're now in 2016. A year that was at one point considered to be the worst in recent memory, a title that would only be surpassed by every year that came afterwards. But in terms of music, 2016 brought us a lot of heavy hitters. Anderson .Paak's Malibu, Rihanna's Anti, Frank Ocean's Blonde, Drake's Views, Beyoncé's Lemonade, and David Bowie's final album, Blackstar -- I would be here all day if I tried to list every release that came out this year.

But what's notable about this year of releases isn't just the albums themselves, but the music business landscape they were being released into. After the fall of physical media, the rise of music piracy in the MP3 era, and the popularity of digital storefronts, streaming services like Spotify seemed to be this great equalizer. This is an easier opinion to have if you forget that Spotify is a massive corporation, and if you're not an artist living off royalties. The controversy over streaming is nothing new. But this is when we start to see the landscape of streaming splintering.

Drake's Views and Beyoncé's Lemonade were not released to the wider streaming market, with exclusive releases on Apple Music and Tidal respectively. Much like the current debate over streaming services for movies and TV, listeners were suddenly finding themselves stretched thin between different streaming providers. Spotify, Apple Music, Tidal, Amazon Music, Pandora, YouTube, SoundCloud, and many others. This wasn't a new phenomenon (both SoundCloud and Pandora predate Spotify by almost a decade), but now we're seeing more platform-exclusive releases. Listeners responded in a variety of ways. Some people switched platforms or kept multiple subscriptions to different services. Some bought physical copies of exclusive releases and imported them into their preferred platform. Some just didn't listen to the releases. And others went right back to piracy, repeating the same problem the record industry had been trying to snuff out for several decades now. Platform-exclusive releases aren't that common anymore.

As far as the music itself goes, as the sound of electropop wanes in mainstream popularity, dance music is starting to incorporate influences from a variety of Caribbean styles of music, specifically dancehall as seen with Rihanna's Work and Drake's One Dance, and tropical house, as seen with Justin Bieber's Sorry and Sia's Cheap Thrills (not featured on poll). However, I do want to differentiate the two, because dancehall originated in Jamaica in the 1970's while tropical house is a relatively recent genre that incorporates stylistic elements of dancehall and other subgenres of house music.

When it comes to mainstream rap and hip-hop, trap music is continuing to dominate. With music platforms allowing artists easier access to distribution, a sub-sub genre sometimes known as SoundCloud rap started to find mainstream footing. Some people also call this style "mumble rap". I will not, because I find the term needlessly dismissive and kind of obnoxious. All of these rising genres put together helped to contribute to a musical landscape that was moody and generally at a slower tempo than the pop music of previous decades. It's often reductive to attribute popculture at the time to the current zeitgeist, but considering how today's poll features songs with titles like "Work" and "Stressed Out", it's too tempting not to.

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4 "Im nin'alu" - Ofra Haza

writers Shabazy, Rabbi Shalom-Shabazi

When I first plotted out the #UncoolTwo50 bonuses, I was reasonably certain of four of them - the three yet to come, and "Like a prayer". The fifth spot was open. While testing the tunes, I found "Like a prayer" had lost magic, and "Buffalo stance" had more meaning. And that "Im nin'alu" was an under-rated classic that seems to have eluded other commentators.

ELF POINTS - 11 points

Part of the UncoolTwo50 project, marking the best singles from 1977-99.

Ofra Haza was born on 19 November 1957 in Tel Aviv's poor Hatikva Quarter. At the age of 12 she joined a local theatre group where she excelled at acting and singing; she was eventually signed by manager Bezalel Aloni. One of Israel's most popular singers, Ofra had a voice of flawless tone, able to move through many styles; she was regularly described as "The Madonna of the East".

Her second album, Yemenite Songs (later released as Fifty Gates of Wisdom), was a thank you to her family - it's an album of devotional poems and secular street songs passed down from her Yemeni ancestors. Wally Brill, a producer who would later work with Ofra, explained what the album meant: "There has always been a sort of chav culture in Israel. The notion of Ofra becoming this poster girl of world music was surreal. It's on a par with Cheryl Cole deciding that her next album will comprise of Northumbrian fishing shanties."

"Im nin'alu" began as a Hebrew poem written in the 17th-century by Rabbi Shalom Shabazi. The opening line, "Im nin'alu daltei n'divim daltei marom lo nin'alu" translates as "Even if the gates of the rich are closed, the gates of heaven will never be closed". Originally released in Israel on Fled Anita in January '85, the single started to pick up airplay in Europe towards the middle of 1987. Grant Goddard from the Israeli station Kol Hashalom (The Voice Of Peace) started writing letters of recommendation to DJs all over Europe. "I played it heavily in 1985;" says Goddard, "and I was convinced it could have wider appeal."

John Peel played Ofra's later single "Galbi", and delved into her catalogue. Slowly the rest of Europe started tuning into the Haza phenomenon. Several sections of Haza's music were sampled onto other popular house and hip-hop recordings, not least Eric B & Rakim's "Paid in full" and M|A|R|R|S's "Pump up the volume". "Im nin'alu" became the first song primarily in Yemenite to hit the top twenty here.

The combination of traditional Yemeni instruments and Western disco, topped with some very effective scratching, was highly innovative for any recording. Album Shaday has some spectacular reworkings of these traditional folk tunes, married with contemporary-for-1988 dance beats; it's also got some bland pop, so be prepared to skip.

Ofra Haza took part in the Eurovision Song Contest four times, finishing second in 1983. She'd voice Yocheved, the mother of Moses, in 1998 film The Prince of Egypt, and sung the film's big song "Deliver us". It would turn out to be her last big release; Ofra Haza dies of AIDS-related illnesses in February 2000.

The song is just so very different, it's a complete culture shock when it turns up on Top of the Pops, nestled between Debbie Gibson and Scritti Politti. For three minutes, we're taken out of our "May half-term starts tomorrow" reverie, and taken into a world of exotic promise, unfamiliar and somehow we know we'll be safe.

Also… "Im nin'alu" dates to the 17th century, so it's the second-oldest song on my list, younger than "Coisice a ruin" (qv). Debbie Gibson put "Electric youth" into the top 60, I just couldn't find space for this song, however much it defines my generation. Scritti Politti are like the white chocolate Green Gartside loves; fine in small doses, but I can't stand them for long. "Wood beez (pray like Aretha Franklin)" longlisted.

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What's the Magic Word?

Chapter 32: Eustass Kid's Wife

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smut heavy

Rowena’s face was wet and sticky. And covered in icing.

Kid had grabbed a handful of cake and smeared it over the Witch’s face the second she stopped singing, transitioning to hiccups and sobbing from being overwhelmed. In a good way.

Squishing her face to his chest, “Happy birthday, ya big crybaby.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Rowena hiccupped. Squealing and pushing away from him when he started licking the frosting off her face.

She wasn’t sure who started popping bottles and sloshing beer in the air as the crew got riled up from the music flowing from the audio den den mushi. A lively party beat transformed everyone’s moods.

Practically starving, the Witch made a beeline for the tables and started devouring plates. Kid handed her water so she wouldn’t choke as he ate from his own plate.

Face cleaned and belly satisfied, Rowena tossed a damp hand towel to the bench and jumped between Dive, Gig, Jaguar and Bubblegum who were dancing wildly. Hands bobbing in the air, hips swaying side to side, merrily flouncing, it was as if all the tension and pain had left her entirely. Kid watched with a toothy grin before grabbing two tankards and cheered Killer for the last minute party set up.

“Thanks man. She really needed this.”

“Of course. Sounded like it was a rough trip.”

With a resigned sigh, Kid tugged his goggles down and swiped at his hair. “Yeah, it was more than I bargained for…” he took a long sip of his ale, “I need to tell you something. Let’s go.”

The Supernovas were not missed as they stepped into the shadows of the forest.

Wire had been feeding logs to the bonfire when Rowena made her way to his side. Grabbing his hand, she dropped a silk bag in his palm before sashaying away.

“Try those – they’re long lasting with a fun kick. Come dance with us!”

Throwing in a few more logs, Wire pulled out a few round pellets that smelled like charcoal. With a shrug, he tossed five into the bonfire. He dodged out of the way as the bonfire swelled with bursts of colored flames and sparks.

Cheering, the crew doubled down on dancing and drinking. Rowena wove between bodies dancing with no one and everyone. Her head felt light, her body felt loose as she twisted, shimmied, side-stepped, thrusted her hips and let the music guide her rhythm

Hands on and around her, feet stomping and jumping, screaming the lyrics of each song with the other, Rowena felt like she transcended to a new plane of reality. One where there was no such thing as destiny, or curses, or rivalries. Just dancing, good spirits, and better company.

A rainbow aura lit the sky, a place where music flowed between ears, underneath the skin, swirling around them like an invisible mist. Hearts pounding from exertion but not stopping they partied and sang.

The bonfire spat out colored fireballs into the air, exploding into sparks above them. They screeched and cheered as they got drunker, merrier, messier. Someone started a food fight, food and cake flying everywhere as the crew rejoiced.

One minute Rowena was in front of Quincy, then she was surrounded by Reck, House, Haikei, Emma, Pomp and Papas as they spurred her on as she danced in the middle of the unintentional circle they formed around her. Rowena reached out and grabbed Hip as she passed by, who in turn grabbed Hop and Heat, bringing them into the inner circle and they tried to drunkenly synchronize their movements.

Soon enough, the rousing voices from the whole crew called out Rowena’s name as she danced to a different beat then everyone else. She barely noticed, shaking and twirling with her hair following her motions. Savoring the night, full well knowing that there were harder days to come.

It wasn’t until they reached the cave mouth that Kid finally stopped walking. Killer waited for his Captain to let whatever was burdening him off his broad chest.

“Rowena…isn’t just who she is…” the red head started, “Like, she’s Ro’ my witch, but she’s also…so much more…”

“Are you love drunk right now or?”

Kid’s face look distressed, “No! I mean, kinda yeah but no! When we were in the Spirit World or Underworld or whatever you wanna call it – Rowena was able to speak with the members of her coven, from the past and everything. While she was doing her thing, her mom found me and pulled me aside.”

“She said Rowena’s family comes from a long line, back to the fuckin gods! Through this ancient lineage, she has two siblings! That she’s somehow supposed to awaken with at the right time – whatever that means because Hecate sure as fuck didn’t elaborate!”

Killer took his helmet off, not sure if the libations had gotten to him so quickly, “You’re saying our Witch is descended from the gods?”

“Literally the goddess of the motherfucking moon,” Kid finished, exasperated.

“Does Rowena know this?”

Kid let out a mocking laugh, “No, Hecate made me swear not to say anything! Said that if Rowena ever gets imprisoned by the enemy and they find out her lineage, she’ll be exploited to tip the world into darkness. If her godlike power awakens before she’s able to harness it, she’ll go fucking berserk! So I’m supposed to keep my trap shut and hope she finds her damn ‘siblings’ and fulfil this fuckin prophecy that was divined years before she was even born!”

Weight of the secret now off his shoulders, Kid slid down the side of the rocky wall to sit. Killer silently sat next to him, unsure of what to say. Both tankards were abandoned, the echoes of the party music reverberated through the island as the complexities of Rowena’s past confounded them.

After a few minutes, “Did her mother give you any other clues about the siblings? I thought Rowena was an only child,” Killer stopped drumming his thumbs on his helmet. “Any hints?”

“Just that they’re the descendants of the Sun and the Dawn.”

More silence.

“You married into one helluva family, Kid.”

Kid and Killer blended in the background as they rejoined the festivities, shocked but not surprised at the turn of celebration. Food littered the ground, there were strewn bottles across the yard, whoever wasn’t passed out on a table or patch of grass was still dancing in the dwindling crowd.

Rowena was in the middle, twirling so fast that it made Kid dizzy. A gap between dancer, Rowena’s eyes found Kid and she bolted from the middle and into his arms. Bubbly, drunk off her ass, and extremely happy. When Kid leaned down to kiss her, he was met with a face full of ruined cake that she silently summoned and smashed into his face as revenge from earlier.

“Oh you’re fucking done,” he threatened, throwing her over his shoulder.

“Noooooooo!! It’s my party, I’ll frost you if I wanna!!!” Rowena thumped his back with her fists playfully.

Killer waved them off as Kid stole the birthday gal for himself. Wanting nothing more than just her company and attention, not sharing her with anyone else. Knowing the crew would be dragging their asses between the ship and castle to clean and sleep, Kid took the path back to the mountain where the cave mouth stood, dark yet inviting.

It wasn’t particularly deep, stretching out perhaps a mile before the other end of the cavern wall separated the rocky wall, the edge of the island and the open ocean. The lagoon deep inside cave connected with the ocean through underground channels. Setting down beyond the water’s edge, Kid sat them down on a dusty blanket they had abandoned from their return trip to the surface world.

They could still hear the music, the Witch glided and pranced around the empty space while Kid watched her with amused eyes. It wasn’t long before she slowed to a shuffle, then laying on the cool earth.

At first Kid thought she had fallen asleep, thinking her fingers were splayed in the dirt because of animated dreaming. That was not the case. She kept shifting the dirt underneath her fingernails for a minute, stilling and not speaking for a full five minutes. By then the music had stopped all together, and his curiosity got the best of him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve putting into practice what the Amaru taught me. I’m immersing myself with the earth, feeling the minerals and nutrients between my fingers as if they come from my own bones. Did you know that the soil is alive? I never realized fungi had such an expansive network.”

“Fungi?”

“Yeah mushrooms. They thrive in these conditions, I’ve never stopped to appreciate it before. They’re reaching out to me.”

She closed her eyes, laying her palms flat to the soil. They’re growing this way. You can sit on the blanket or you can stay here. I’d like for you to stay here.”

Kid looked uncertain.

“They want to connect with you,” Rowena whispered, lightly wiggling her fingers in the soil. “Lay with me.”

With a sigh, Kid took his shirt and war kilt off, setting them on the blanket before settling down next to the Witch. Before he was even properly comfortable, Rowena’s fingers intertwined with his as his body shifted closer to her.

They laid on the ground and while Kid couldn’t quite make out or understand exactly how the fungi was meant to ‘connect’ with him, he did see thin root tendrils sifting through the disturbed soil, creeping its way towards him. Rowena sensed his hesitance, holding him tighter.

“You don’t need to do anything. Just let them touch you.”

“Can you like, hear em or something?”

“No, I wouldn’t say hear them but…” she chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to articulate the process, “It’s like I can feel their energy. Right now, they’re excited and curious about you.”

“Why?”

“It’s just they’re nature. Fungi are made up of a mycelium network, they’re constantly growing and adapting to their environment. Even though they don’t have nerves or feelings, they have remarkably similar traits to having a nervous system. And they share information down the line too which is almost like a brain hive mind.”

Kid silently listened to Rowena speak, wondering if he would hear or feel anything. After a few minutes and he didn’t, he grew bored. The tendrils poked and ran under his skin but he didn’t actually feel it, probably wouldn’t have know it was happening unless Rowena told him it was. She had gone silent too, watching the cave ceiling as the roots grew around them.

When he couldn’t take the silence anymore, Kid activated his magnetism to fiddle with any parts laying around. Finding a few in his pockets, he let them hover over his head as he meticulously pieced things together into various shapes. Breaking it down, then making something new. It stimulated his brain when he felt lazy but wanted to be ‘productive.’

Rowena gasped and he nearly dropped the tiny cave bugs he built.

“What?”

“They’re…the fungi are like thrilled right now. I think its because of your power.”

“Huh, really?”

“Yeah keep doing it.”

Confused, Kid rebuilt the scraps into various tiny animals. Trying to ignore the intense gaze he was under from the Witch who had turned to watch him.

“Ooooohhh,” Rowena finally let out. “Kid, your magnetism field is helping them multiply rapidly. You’re,” she let out a breathless giggle, “You’re like an incubator for them. They really really like you.”

“Okay I’m no one’s breeding farm,” he growled, sitting up and pulling away from the tendrils.

“Aww you’ve made them so sad,” Rowena pouted at him. “I don’t think they can recognize or understand deities as humans do but they’re certainly praising you like one.” She sat up and gently pulled away from the mycelium network. There was a sparse trail of tiny mushroom caps that had grown around them.

“I don’t put out for just anyone,” he grumbled. Rowena didn’t let him finish his griping, nestling between his legs and resting her head on his chest.

Yearning burned in his gut, and he decided to do something about it.

Kid palmed the nape of Rowena’s neck as he kissed her tenderly. They lost themselves in each other, passionately kissing and slowly reclining to the ground. Laying on their sides, they kept kissing as his hand explored her curves like he’d never touched them before. Rowena was squirming and had a sheen of sweat on her skin by the time he rolled over her.

His metal arm abandoned on the blanket, Kid tangled his flesh fingers into her inky black hair, tugging at her roots lightly with each kiss. Dipping his tongue in her mouth, Rowena let out a moan as his wet muscle played with hers.

Her hands unfastened his pants eagerly, pushing the fabric and his boxers off his hips. The warm, hardening organ fell forward, grazing her belly. Rowena shuddered, pulling her dress off her body; breaking their kissing to throw the bundled material somewhere in the cave.

Kid let out a throaty chuckle, “Love the enthusiasm babe. However,” he trailed kisses down to her collarbone. “I want to fuck you nice and slow…” he voice faded as he trailed more kisses down her body, his flesh hand following him down her body, “Let me worship you.”

His caress lightly tickled her, but the Witch didn’t giggle. She merely sighed contently as Kid praised and touched her. Kissing her ankles, Kid yanked his pants off. As he lowered himself down, Rowena’s legs parted.

Slotting his body between them, Kid let out a hum with a soft smile on his face, his eyes smoldering with desire ignited a warmth in Rowena’s belly. He hovered over her body, caging her face as he pressed tender and warm kisses all over her face and lips. His lipstick long gone from pressing passionate kisses on every square inch of her skin; leaving behind only the barest smudge of red across her swollen lips.

He palmed her breast and she arched into him, eager for more stimulation. Her hips tried to meet his but he lifted himself and instead of nestling his cock between her labia, he trailed his pelvis up and down her torso as he rolled her nipples and sucked her skin between his teeth for light bites. A thin line of precum trailed from his tip, following his movements as he lightly traced his cock across her stomach, her breasts, her thighs.

Kid sat on his knees, lifting Rowena’s ass to sit on his inclined thighs. Her drooling pussy demanded relief, wetness running down her thighs and his, dripping down to the soil.

“Damn…” he bit his lip, teasing his near painful erection at her entrance. Feeling the way her pussy was trying to pull him in, “I will honor you til the day I die, I swear to the gods.”

Rowena let out a pleasured gasp as Kid pushed in, plunging his cock until he bottomed out. Pressing her body to his, he pistoned his hips making the Witch bounce with her legs dangling over his messy and creamy thighs.

“I’ll be so good to you, I swear it!” he groaned.

Laying Rowena on her back, Kid thrusted deep and slow, pulling back til his tip was nearly out and he could feel the chill of the air lulling him to slam back into her heat. She let out shrieks and cries, moaning unintelligible words as he kept going.

He wanted to prolong her pleasure but couldn’t help his bodily response to jump off the edge.

“I’m going to cum and then keep fucking you,” he growled.

He pulled out, rubbing his silk covered cock against Rowena’s puffy lips as hot spurts of semen shot over her torso. Ropes of translucent seed landed on her ribs and stomach. Before he finished ejaculating, he dipped back into her, stilling once he was sheathed entirely. Dragging his hand through his cum, he used it to lubricate his palm and vigorously rubbed her clit.

Rowena was panting, hair and neck damp with sweat, body twitching with every pass of Kid’s palm on her sensitive nub. He grinded deep in her, heightening her pleasure internally and externally. Her walls squeezed his cock, fluttering doubling as she came undone.

Letting out a high-pitched wail, Rowena gushed against Kid’s hand while clamping down on his girth. Kid let out a throaty gasp as her walls contracted around him. He kept his pace of slow rolling his hips as she rode her orgasm out. Dragging his cock against her gummy walls had him shooting another load as soon as he emerged, splattering against her breasts to trickle down her chest.

Not done, his hips thrusted aimlessly as he sputtered. Drops spilled on Rowena’s vulva and ran down her hips, also staining the ground as he pressed his groin so deeply into hers that his testicles could feel the searing hot pull of her cunt.

He gently pressed his balls against her creamy center and stifled her whimpers with sloppy kisses.

“If I could be balls deep in you, I would,” he grunted. “I’ll settle for this,” he left her embrace to grab his discarded pants. Pulling out a toy.

“I made this for ahm, a fantasy I had. I wanna use it this way now,” he dragged the silicon covered dildo across her skin, gliding it through the sticky remains of his seed to get the tip wet. “It’s equipped to ejaculate too with fake cum – or real if you want me to fill it beforehand - just needs to be triggered, and the only way to set it on or off is with my power,” he grinned salaciously.

Rubbing the device against her clit, Rowena let out a whimper, “One day, I’ll have mastered my magic to the point where I can replicate copies of you so you can run on train on me.”

“Fuuuuuuck,” Kid groaned, sinking into her core once more. Her heat washed over him before he started moving. As he thrusted shallowly, he pushed in the hand crafted dildo to fill Rowena with both cocks. It was a tight fit, made better when she shuddered and squirmed on him.

With a snap of his fingers, the toy turned on. Her body seized and trembled as he let the toy work her up, he licked and sucked her breasts clean, tugging at her nipples with his teeth.

Rowena’s ecstatic crying built up into stringy screams as Kid fucked her brains out. The slick slapping sound of their hips meeting echoed in the cave the faster they went. They cried out as they came together, cum, cream, and lubricant oozing out from where they joined. He pulled the toy out and tossed it to the blanket, the low buzzing vibration ignored as it twitched in its spot.

Fluids leaked readily from Rowena’s pussy with just Kid’s cock keeping her stuffed. They lay exhausted on the floor, panting and speechless as they caught their breaths. Kid nuzzled his face in the crook of Rowena’s neck while she ran her nails against his scalp. Peppering his forehead with gentle kisses.

“You remember what your Supreme said, about the couples with matching energy?” he nearly whispered the words.

“About the Yanantin?”

Kid nodded, looking at Rowena with a remarkably innocent curiosity in his eyes, “Yeah. Do you think we’re there yet?”

“Aww,” Rowena caressed his face tenderly, “They say that when two people truly become Yanantin, it’s the ultimate trust bond, so deeply connected that they can enter each other’s dreams. Only when a couple complements each other so perfectly that they can transcend beyond the natural world and still find each other through space and time because their energies are brought together in beautiful harmony.”

“I remember having dreams of you that felt real,” he mumbled.

“I do too. At first I just thought they were really good sex dreams. I felt like it was something more when I realized that maybe I wasn’t the only one plagued by lust filled nights. One day I sat in the crow and I saw you bring your bed sheets to the wash and dry machines. They haven’t happened since so I didn’t give it much thought.”

“What, like our energies were probing each other or something?”

“Oh they were more than probing each other,” she laughed, “I suspect that we were reaching out to each other subconsciously. It could be that we’re on the cusp. Yanantin is usually followed up with Masintin, and at that point a couple is officially ‘paired.’ Typically procreation is the next stage for the term to come to fruition. Literally.”

“Tch,” he huffed. “I would if you’d let me,” he complained, not entirely seriously. “So you’re saying there’s a chance that we could bond like that in the future?”

“I am,” she brushed her nose to his forehead. “I felt it the day we got married, like I got anchored to you for the rest of my life and I wouldn’t change that for anything in this world.”

“Don’t get all mushy on me,” Kid chuckled, pulling out and wiping their bodies with his shirt.

“That’s hilarious coming from the guy asking if we’re soulmates,” Rowena teased back. She was about to make another remark when she slowly spun around in place, “Holy shit, look.”

Taking notice of their surroundings, Kid noticed that the dirt had erupted with hundreds of tiny mushroom caps.

“Jesus everyone’s having babies but us,” he griped. Pulling her dress over her head, Kid gathered their belongings, ready to head back to their castle.

Stepping on an empty patch of dirt where no fungi had yet spawned, he carried Rowena in his arm as they walked along the deep cave pool. His eyes glanced over the water for no real reason, stopping in his step when he realized something was watching him back.

“What the fuck?” he muttered, turning fully to get a closer look. Something long, sleek with protruding jaws floated near the surface. Whatever the creature was, it dove below the dark depths out of sight.

Rowena hummed in question at him.

“I…I feel like I saw that thing before…”

“What thing?”

Shaking his head, Kid walked towards the cave entrance, “When we were down under…”

“You’d be surprised by how creatures that live in abysmal environments look like they’d come from the underworld, but I assure you it’s probably harmless.”

“Mhhmm,” he responded, not convinced but not willing to argue about it. The sounds of crickets chirping accompanied their walk. About halfway to the base, Kid slowed his step as he got lost in his thoughts.

“Kid?” Rowena squishing his cheeks together brought him back.

Taking steadying breaths, he held her tightly as he let his walls down.

“You’re the bravest person I know. Everything that’s happened to you, meeting me, shit learning all we did about your coven…” he pressed his forehead to hers, “You’ve willingly, and sometimes unwillingly, shared everything you’ve been through with us. With me. I’ve never let myself be vulnerable before but you make me want to spill my guts out. It’s time I’ve told you about some of the darkest shit that still plague my nightmares,” his voice was strained, eyes glassy in the moonlight. Rowena wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this before, its always been painful to remember much less talk about,” he continued, “I named my ship after a close friend Killer and I lost. She would have loved you, Ro’…”

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[dragonmarquise]

Alr!!! Crews general music tastes??? I know damn well eclipse loves Beyonce

Oh boy, music!! This is gonna be a fun one to get into, at least imo.

So to start off, I like to think that in general they all like the kind of music genres that pop up in the game’s music track already. Also, we know DJ Cyber made the mixtapes besides the one for the hideout (that one being made by Tryce), so bonus headcanon: at least a few of them made suggestions to DJ Cyber for songs to include on those mixtapes.

Now moving on to some specifics!

BRC:

It depends on which individual member you ask, they probably have the most varied tastes between them? Again, besides the game’s existing genres.

There is a small subset who are into Vocaloid/vocal synth songs, mainly thanks to Bel introducing it to them. Also J-pop, again from Bel introducing it to others.

Other than that, not gonna go into further detail, especially since I’d have to think on it a lot more. :u

Actually, before I move on, a bonus headcanon: both Vinyl and DJ Cyber have probably the largest range of music tastes, and are both very knowledgeable about music. They can tell you the name of a song from the first couple of notes/lyrics, knowing when songs were release, explain differences between genres of music and which one is a subgenre/derived from/evolved from what other music genre, at least a brief history of bands/musicians/singers/etc.

One time they competed against each other in a music-focused quiz game (not like, an actual game show or anything like that, it was an informal thing at a party with the other writers). Vinyl just barely won in the end, and she still lords that over DJ Cyber every now and then, lol

The Franks

Tryce mentions at one point in the game that they blast electrofunk music. Some people might think that's something made up for the game, but it is in fact an actual music genre! So I like to think that's their main favorite, along with related genres like funk in general and breakbeat.

I like to think the Flesh Prince got into these particular genres thanks to listening to old CDs and mixtapes his parents had. Not that the Prince will ever admit it to them. :P

Eclipse

Definitely Beyoncé like you said, lol. Also other R&B/hip hop/pop/dance artists in the same vein as Beyoncé: Missy Elliott, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, Shakira, Janelle Monáe, Lil Kim, Jennifer Lopez, Alicia Keys, Rihanna, Lady Gaga, Lizzo, Chapelle Roan, etc.

Okay that list ended up longer than I meant it to be, but you probably get the idea, lol

Cassiopeia (leader, the winter palette for the crew) also has a fondness for orchestra music. Mostly when she's relaxing at home, it helps her unwind after a long day of either working at her shop or being out and about as a writer.

DOT EXE

Old school EDM (especially older disco, techno, and house) in general. Which is perhaps cliche/stereotypical since they're all cyberheads/full-cyber, but whatever lol

Twoson and Fourside also have their Weird Music Tastes that I mentioned back in the big DOT EXE post I made. And then Cueball in particular really likes video game soundtracks, and is a big fan of chiptune music in general.

Devil Theory

Hip hop and rap and related genres! And because of their love of anime, various Japanese songs that have served as anime openings/endings. :P

Sai also introduces the others to reggaetón too! And other Spanish genres related to that. Nunchaku and Bō don't speak Spanish, but they do still understand most of what's in those songs too. Besides, sometimes it's about enjoy the music and the beat, even if you can't understand the words!

Okay, also, I am going to give extra attention to my DT OCs specifically, with some extra particulars for each:

Sai likes salsa music, especially to sing along with, but like I mentioned in my big Devil Theory post, he never sings in front of other people. (Rise is the only exception, hee hee)

Nunchaku likes rock and metal music! And almost every subgenre for these two you can think of, like punk rock and nu metal.

Bō likes old school EDM/disco stuff, though in contrast to most other people, he especially likes EDM songs with a slow tempo. Bit of a contradiction since most people associate EDM with fast tempos and beats.

Daishō likes listening to horror media soundtracks, because of course he does, lol

FUTURISM

EDM in general, I would think. In contrast to DOT EXE, I imagine they're largely into newer songs and subgenres in that giant genre!

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I would give personal favorites for some of the genres mentioned here, but man, that'd make this post way too long. Hell, EDM in general covers so many subgenres.

Actually, I think I can at least link some playlists I've made? Just 3 (for now?), because I have like 20 something playlists for different music, a bunch of them being for OCs I haven't talked about publicly. But I digress. :P

A playlist of reggaetón songs specifically. Okay actually tbh I think a few of these are of a different but still kinda related genre. If you can't tell by the name, I was planning at some point to pick like 5 favorites from this and make an actual mixtape to mod into BRC. I'm not sure if I'm ever gonna get back to that. :u

A playlist of mostly salsa songs, though like with the previous playlist, I think some of these are actually a different-but-related genre.

A playlist of EDM songs, mostly my favorites from a particular set of music channels! And it covers a lot of different subgenres: house, trap, drum & bass, even a few electro swing songs in there too.

Alright, now that's it! :>

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Equipment Pointed Ankh

Photo: Jennifer Kelly

Equipment Pointed Ankh hammers out intricate rhythmic fever dreams that feel hand-made but actually arise from a complicated deck of digital and electric instruments. The sextet from Louisville, KY has been at it for over a decade and three full-lengths and recently played a mesmerizing set at the Thing in the Spring Festival in Keene, New Hampshire (see photo). Jennifer Kelly reviewed their latest, From Inside the House, earlier this year, noting that, “These tracks bounce and jitter like they want to dance, but then tip sideways into lush string synth lyricism, inscrutable spoken word, and, in one cases, the sound of soda sucked through a straw.” Here are some of the things that inspire them.

Jim Marlowe

Tara Clerkin Trio — Self Titled

Casually excellent clarinet, piano and drum grooves — some live stuff and some studio looping/chopping to great effect. What a great sound. An engaging combo whatever it is. Went nuts after hearing ’em and attempted to find everything else they’ve done. I chose this one but In Spring is another great, very different slice and Live at Bliss Archive is a tough wiggling of jazz tunes through CDJ beer goggles. Calmly unique and cool. One of my most jammed.

Pierre Barouh — Le Pollen

1981 heavy hitting YMO/Mariah and adjacent crews lift up real people chanson singer Pierre Barouh with freshly unboxed synths and a wide-ranging attitude towards song arrangement. The title track is a real highlight for me. Feels like it could have existed as a B-side off Scary Monsters if it was recorded at a restaurant with friends you don't get to see too often. I love it. Trying to think of another superstar group who worked with someone out of their immediate world to such great effect — The Eagles and Joe Walsh? Just kidding.

Ryan Davis

Vacuum Rebuilders — Anything Else Is A Compromise

Not technically a CD, so I'm already breaking the rules here, but I was in Victoria, BC earlier this week and walked into a record store with about 90 seconds to spare before leaving town. This was the first thing that caught my eye, and it was 2 dollars, so I purchased it with the loose change in my pocket and left. My life is better now from having gained this glorious spool of sicko-rock on Calgary’s prestigious Pee Blood label. From the simultaneously brilliant and seemingly microwaved minds that brought you bands like Hairnet, Singing Lawn Chair et al, Arielle McCuaig and Kayla MacNeill are, in this lone Ankhman’s opinion, responsible for some of the most refreshing and exciting rock music to have surfaced from the modern North American underground so far this decade. This specific material is perhaps more sonically aligned with the outsider punk of their Janitor Scum LP on Lumpy than the most recent experimental theater/art-pop/noise-folk shenanigans of their Puppet Wipes project (Looks Real, Siltbreeze), but it's all a part of the same strange and electrifying puzzle as far as my own dumb midwestern ears can conclude.

Gang Starr — Moment of Truth

I’ve listened to rap and hip-hop music throughout nearly every phase of my life since early grade school, but my focus and enthusiasm tend to fluctuate between subgenres therein. And no matter how long I go without listening to it (sometimes years), I always inevitably circle back to what I fell perhaps most in love with growing up, which was early-to-mid 1990s east coast street-wise boom bap shit. Gang Starr’s Moment of Truth, while considered to be of an arguably “post-classic” era by certain purists, is the record of theirs with which I always felt most connected. As of late, it's exactly what I want to hear. Released four years after its predecessor into the freshly treacherous waters of the shiny-suit/jiggy era, the beats, rhymes and ever coolheaded delivery on M.o.T. are as strong or stronger than they were in 1992. If they weren’t already solidified as one of the best emcee/deejay combos to ever do it, they were now. Come for the Inspectah Deck track (shout out Shorty’s “Fulfill the Dream” video from the same year), stay for the truly timeless Guru/Primo magic.

Shutaro Noguchi

José Antonio Méndez — Siempre Estrellas (BMG U.S. Latin)

I sigh every time I listen to this. One of the sexiest male vocals that ever existed on the earth on Si Me Comprendieras. But this CD might possibly be too much of sexy for homosocial ankh van, so I almost went for Perlas Cubanas of his or William Basinski and Janek Schaefer’s …on reflection.

Various Artists — Women of Africa (CSA Records)

Pretty simple but rhythmic melodies and harmonies and just incredible sound choices, phonological elements and beautiful vocals. I almost went for Julia Sarr or Shona’s Mbira CD on Nonsuch. But the first track just made me happy this time around.

Christopher Bush

Daisuke Tobari — Till The End of the Dream

This album is a masterpiece. An idiosyncratic blend of the psychedelic “songbook” (various pages) and the more ritualistic side of far Eastern classical music over seventeen tracks. An intuitive, imaginative and personal set of recordings. At one point, Mr. Tobari sings the words “Happy Birthday.” It is almost too much to get your head around.

Eyes and Arms of Smoke — In Three Houses

Lexington, KY band, active in the mid 2000s. Immaculate sequencing of two tracks, only really do-able in physical format on a CD. First track is a three-minute bongo fever dream with haunted vocals that showcases the song-based home studio sound that they developed on their sole full length, A Religion of Broken Bones. (See Dusted’s 3/9/2006 review). Second track is a twenty-five-minute free-improv mystery that showcases some of the modes unleashed in earlier live sets and tapes. Homespun, disorienting, and other. I cherish this band.

Dan Davis

The KLF — The White Room

This is my shit right now. I can’t really even explain why. It just scratches and itch. Like this is the music made by two dudes who like burned a million pounds or some shit? It’s awesome.

Avalanches — Since I Left You

I’ve been really interested in so called “Plunderphonics” and this record has an insane amount of vinyl samples on it. So, it’s just a fun listen when thinking about the work of making it. Dweeb shit that you can bop to.