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It's Grammys 2019. Taylor wins AOTY. She walks on stage, a ring on her finger, thanks her label and her fans and her family and then goes: "I also wanna thank my best friend. Joe... Baby.. I.. I don't even know what to say. But what I know is that.. I love you more than any love song I could ever write." ❤️

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I’m really not sure about the ending but I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer! Thank you for reading and for being so excited about me writing again after months of nothing- it means the whole world and more (also thank you if you’ve even bothered to read this boring, sappy note). 

Enjoy my lovelies and let me know your thoughts, I’m quite proud of the most part of this xx

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I let out a huge sigh of nervousness as I straightened out my red dress. It was my first time making an appearance on the Late Late Show with James Corden, and I was freaking out. 

In my short career as an actress, interviews have become my new norm. The overwhelming amount of uneasiness that would present itself before every press conference, convention, etc. has eased up incredibly. So why was I so anxious about this particular appearance?

Because the love of my life, also known as Harry freaking Styles, was going to be seated inches away from me on the same couch. 

As a long time fan of One Direction, this was like a dream come true. But that’s exactly all it was suppose to be. A dream. Now this dream is becoming a reality, except my hands are sweating like crazy and my heart feels like it’s being a thousand miles an hour. Please, God, let me make it out of this alive. 

“..Two-time Oscar nominee, the ever-so stunning, Y/N Y/L!”

I wiped any trace of nervousness off my face as I made my way onto the stage after stopping to greet some of the fans. The amount of support that was shown always left me in awe.

“It’s so good to see you!” James said as we embraced. 

“You too, thanks for having me!” I replied as we pulled away.

“…Here for his week-long residency, the devilishly handsome, Harry Styles!” 

He walked out in a floral suit with a grin on his face as he greeted fans before making his way to the stage. His rings glinted in the stage lights as he ran his hand through his soft-looking chocolate hair. He looks like a whole snack, AAAAAHHHHHH!

Play it cool, play it cool, I mentally chanted as he embraced me in a hug.

“Nice to meet you,” he said after pulling away. 

“You too,” I replied, and I could only hope that I wasn’t grinning too hard.

“So, Y/N, word has it that you were a huge fan of One Direction, is that true?” James asks as we get settled on the couch. 

“Depends, why’re you asking?” I ask cautiously, causing the audience to laugh. I see Harry smirk a little out of the corner of my eye. 

“No reason, no reason,” James says with a mischievous look in his eye. “But, now that you’ve asked..” he said as he turned his attention to the screen.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized in advance.

“Why are you apologizing, I haven’t even played the clip yet!”James laughed.

I shook my head before responding. “I just know that whatever’s about to play is going to be so painfully embarrassing, and possibly traumatic, to everyone here.”

“This is gonna be interesting,” Harry spoke up beside me, resulting in another round of laughter from the audience. 

The screen showed a 17-year-old me getting ready in the morning. My hair was wrapped in a bonnet and I wore a fuzzy blue bathrobe as I sang along to Over Again into my toothbrush, occasionally stopping to brush. 

“Oh my goodness,” I mumbled with an embarrassed smile as I remembered the video that my brother secretly took of me. I covered my face with my hands as 17-year-old me continued to sing horribly while making dramatic hand gestures.

“Is it over?” I asked sheepishly as I heard James and the audience laughing beside me. I looked over to see Harry with a finger on his lips in an attempt to hold back his laughter. My face would have been as red as a tomato if it weren’t for my melanin. Thank God.

“I, for one, thought that was quite adorable,” Harry said after the laughter died down. Again, thank God for my melanin. 

__________

“Y/N!” 

I turned around and was surprised to see Harry. The show had just ended and I had gotten changed out of my dress and into something casual.

“Hey, great performance out there! I love the album,” I said as he made his way towards me. I hope that didn’t sound too fangirl-y.

“Thank you, that means a lot to me,” he said genuinely. I smiled before fidgeting with the hair tie on my wrist out of nervousness. 

“Erm, I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat? If you want, of course.” 

“I-” I cut myself off and cleared my throat as I could literally feel myself about to shriek out a response. “I’d love too!” I smiled. “Let me just grab my phone.” 

I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming before doing a mini-dance in the safety of my dressing room. I grabbed my phone and walked out to Harry, dressed down and still looking perfect as ever in a floral button up and black jeans. 

“Ready?” I nodded and we began heading out.

“Do you like burgers?” he asked. “I know a diner ‘bout a block away that makes the best burgers. Milkshakes are pretty nice, too.”

Love,” I responded with a smile. If I keep smiling like this, my face might fall off.

“Maybe on the way you can show me more of those dance moves from the video,” Harry said as he imitated my hand gestures. I shook my head, bringing my hand up to shield my embarrassment as I let out a laugh.

“Please don’t make me,” I begged.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “Only ‘cause I like you.”

Did I forget to thank God for my melanin?

New Rules | 2

After the incident at the bar you decide to confront Yoongi.


Originally posted by jitonic

pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: smut, angst
word count: 4K
cw: smut, dirty talk etcetcetc

chapter song: First Fuck - 6LACK, Jhene Aiko

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It’s no good worrying about him now,“ said Frodo. "We couldn’t have got so far, not even within sight of the pass, without him, and so we’ll have to put up with his ways. If he’s false, he’s false.
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The Two Towers, The Stairs of Cirith Ungol, p.933-934

Friendly reminder that Frodo knew all along that Gollum would probably betray them, but since it was they only way to get into Mordor unseen, he accepted it. Frodo is freaking hardcore.

Hey everyone, I’m Chris, game designer at Monomi Park.  I’m going to share a glimpse into the process of world building for Slime Rancher.  Please note that this just a lightweight overview on world design and it will also include images of in-progress content that is highly subject to change.

For ease of discussion, I’m simplifying the process into three phases: direction, layout, and polish.


Direction

Before I start building out a new area, Nick and I often discuss what purpose the space should serve.  Does the space primarily serve as a playground for many slimes?  Is it a traversal space for the player to get between two areas of heavy content?  Is it a hidden space for a treasure pod or other reward?

Once we determine what the purpose of the space should be, I start to think in the broadest strokes possible within the established framework.  What is the area’s central conceit?  What makes it unique but still a part of the larger world as a whole?  What can be added to sell the theme of this space?  This part of the process can involve sketches, quickly blocking out how assets can be used, and thinking about set pieces.  Decisions in this phase always inform later phases, even if the specific implementations change during layout and playtesting.

A quick designer sketch of the large set piece on “Ring Island” in the Dry Reef

When developing entirely new spaces, there’s often a lot of back and forth discussions during this phase between Nick, Ian, and myself and those ideas build upon each other over time.  For example, when developing the new Ruins zone I found a few pieces of concept art online that hinted at visual themes that I thought were interesting.  I then quickly blocked out a vignette with white box and existing assets that helped early discussions of the zone’s style.  A lot of exploration in this phase is temporary at best, but it is still an invaluable part of deciding what we wanted as a team.

Experimenting with early visual themes and styles for the Ruins in small vignettes

Ian then took those visuals and applied his own ideas about how to unify and use them in a concept art piece.

Ian’s concept art based on the ruin vignettes with notes on art direction

That piece then helped inform me of the types of set pieces I wanted to capture in the slightly more detailed whitebox pass.

Starting to integrate Ian’s art direction into white boxed Ruins areas

Direction Summary:

  • What purpose does this area serve? - gameplay, hidden area, transition?
  • What interesting concept is central to this area’s theme? - ring island, marsh, sea bridges?
  • Utilizing sketches, hero props, set pieces, identifying central conceits


Layout

When it comes time to start building the space, I first block out how the critical and alternate paths take the player through the area and think about where the majority of the action is likely to take place.  Each area is usually a combination of open space and visual funnels that lead to new areas.

‘Ring Island’ during various stages of development

I then add some representative spawners to add slimes and resources to the mix.  At this stage nothing is balanced, but it helps to see how the slimes will behave in the space and where they tend to naturally congregate.

After playing the rough layout for a bit I try and figure out if traversal through the area feels intuitive and if the space accomplishes goals set in the Direction phase.  Afterwards, I go back through and do a little bit of “pre-polish” to further define specific parts of the space.

In the above example with Ring Island I started with the concept of a beach with a land-locked “tidepool” in the middle as its set piece.  As the beach developed, coral and grass were added to frame the sandy path leading further into the island.  These patches of flora also served to anchor where slimes and resources spawned from.  Color was also a consideration in aiding flow of the space.  Sand and warm colored coral and grass were used to lead the eye down the beach path, while water and cool/wet colored seaweed and moss lead through the alternative tidepool cave.

Layout Summary:

  • Main navigation and playable space.  Which space for slimes, which for traversal?
  • Props to further define areas, anchor resources and slime spawns
  • Representative resource and slime placement


Polish

In many art books, I’ve always jokingly referred to this phase as the “just add detail” step in the process.  Of course it’s never that simple, but at least during the first part of this phase I get to go back through each area and really double down on “art-ing” the space up.  Decorative elements, such as most of the flora and rocks, and additional navigation guides are added to reinforce areas of interest.  Audio and visual effects such as gusts of wind or fog are added to strengthen the atmosphere.

As more flora was added to to the marshy area of the Moss Blanket, glowing navigational guides were added to help guide the player.  This was even more important for traversing at night.

Many areas are actually much more straightforward than they appear, but become much harder to navigate with all the extra environmental decoration.

Props really transform early block outs of areas

Although that’s the more lighthearted fun part, a much larger part of the polish phase is balancing, playtesting, and optimizing.  I go back through and see all the parts working (or not working) as a whole and iterate, iterate, iterate.

Polish Summary:

  • Decorative elements for aesthetics and additional navigation guides
  • Audio and visual effects
  • Balancing, playtesting, optimizing, iteration

That’s all for this post, thanks for reading!

QUARTET NIGHT LIVE Evolution 2017 - 2017/02/12 - REPORT Part ②

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Read Part ① here


I FORGOT TO MENTION!
They had intro music for ONLY ONE and it was really kakkoi!

And also about Shoutan’s hair!
You can barely see in photos, but one side of his hair was partly braided, one braid had green infused in it!


So, I know I scared a few of you by saying how I noticed Shoutan was off with part ① of my report.
I never seen anyone else mention about it at all, so I really wondered if it was only me who noticed?
So I asked my Japanese Shoutan friend, who, if there was anyone, would notice for sure. And she said she did notice he was off too. She said it could also be the technical difficulties they had which may have bothered Shoutan.
I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who noticed, I knew I wasn’t imagining things!


Winter Blossom

There was a piano on stage and a silhouette next to it. IS THAT SHOUTAN?!??
ITS HIM!!

He sat down, both me and Yukina screamed and were about to cry
He started playing!! 😭😭😭😭
Shoutan!Hehatesplayinginstrumentslive!Thefirstthemheplayedhediditforthefanssecondtimeheplayedabitduringanisama2015!!!!Hesplayingagainnnnn!!!!😭😭
😭😭
A bit before his line starts in the song,
He stopped playing.

He picked up a mic that was sitting on top of the piano with his left hand.
We all kinda laughed

He got up, walked forward and paused.
Fans:??

Shoutan: Ne? (Hey?)

Waratte. (Smile)

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JRR Tolkien, master of modern fantasy, held a deep, undying dislike for the Bard of England. Let’s talk about why and how it impacted his writing.


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Stroke of Midnight- Chapter 3 (Pennywise x reader)

The rain had lasted all through the night and continued on to the next day. It was a Saturday, so you didn’t have to go to work. Unfortunately that meant sitting around the house, which just made it worse for your paranoid, sleep deprived brain. There was no way Pennywise had been with you in your mom’s house the night before. It just wasn’t possible. And the balloons? It was just too much. By mid-morning you had decided you had driven yourself crazy long enough. You called the Denbroughs to make sure they were home. Uncle Zach was at work, but Aunt Susan was home with the boys. Aunt Susan told you Bill was sick—a perfect time to bring him the book you had bought him over a week ago.

You grabbed the book where it had been nestled on the small bookshelf in your living room, threw on your blue raincoat, and headed out the door. You couldn’t remember if Bill already had The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, but it had been a decent price and you knew Bill wouldn’t complain.

You drove down the rain drenched streets towards your Aunt and Uncle’s house. You were totally lost in thought when you saw a big yellow object on your left down the road. You squinted your eyes at it.

“What in the world,” you mumbled.

As you got closer, you saw that it was a boy in a yellow raincoat crouched down in front of a sewer drain. You slowed down to a stop and rolled down your window. Raindrops pelted the inside of the car door.

“Do you need any help?” you called out.

The boy turned and glanced towards you. His face was partially obstructed by his yellow hood, but he looked very familiar.

“Georgie?” you called again.

“Y/N,” he said in a downcast voice.

The inside of your car was starting to get wetter, including you.

“Georgie, what are you doing out here?”

“I lost my boat. Bill made it for me.” His little voice was so distraught it broke your heart.

“I’m sure he can make you another one, honey.”

“But this one was special,” Georgie whined.

You were starting to feel desperate. “Georgie, please get in. It’s pouring out here. You know Bill’s not gonna be mad.”

Georgie lowered his head in defeat. Then he jumped as if startled by something. He stood and turned towards you. In his hand was a paper boat. You stared in shock. How had he gotten it? You didn’t see him reach down into the drain, and even if he did, he would have had to have Inspector Gadget arms to reach it. He ran towards your car and you reached back to unlock the door for him. You quickly rolled up your window. Your car was definitely going to have a little smell to it once it dried.

“Now. Happy?” you asked Georgie once he had settled down.

“Uhhuh.” Georgie nodded eagerly. “I didn’t think he was going to give it back.”

You had just started to take off, but then slammed on your brake.

“What? Didn’t think who was going to give it back?” you asked slowly.

“Nobody. I was just kidding.” Georgie lowered his gaze sheepishly.

Your gaze shot to the storm drain. All was dark within. You didn’t even wait to see if you would see movement and hit the gas.

“Yeah you were just joking, right?” Your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and glanced at Georgie in the rearview mirror.

He nodded. “Yeah. Sorry.”

You took a deep breath. “It’s ok, bud.” You let out a nervous laugh, acting like you were playing along. “You did get me good though.” You glanced back at Georgie again. He was fiddling with his boat. You pulled up in front of his house.

“Hey, Georgie, can you do me a favor?”

You turned around to look at him.

“Sure,” he said. You smiled. He was such a sweet kid.

You didn’t know what to say. There was a pretty good chance that it was Pennywise he had seen in the sewer drain, but you didn’t want to scare him more than he probably already was.

“Be careful alright. Don’t go crawling into places where you can get hurt or stuck.”

“I won’t,” Georgie said. He opened the door and left. You watched him go in the house, but you didn’t go in just yet. Something really strange was going on in Derry. You didn’t know who Pennywise was or what his game was, but you were determined to find out.

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Pennywise’s breath quickened as he listened to the car drive off. Away. He had let the boy get away. Y/N. She had been there. The boy knew her. He had let him get away. And he had let him have his stupid boat back. He was slipping up. Because of her. Pennywise closed his eyes. He could still feel the softness of your cheek, of your hair. He had to see you again. To get you alone. To talk to you. To- He felt his claws protract. He had to feed soon. He was beginning to feel weak.

“Soon, my pretty doll. I’ll see you soon. And this time, there will be no denying my presence.”


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Cinderella defiantly stared down Lady Tremaine. “What bothers you more, stepmother? That I am common or that I am competition?”

“Why nothing about you bothers me anymore, stepdaughter.” Lady Tremaine spit out the last word as if it were poison. “When the prince gets here, he will ask for Anastasia’s hand in marriage. And you will still be nothing more than the servant girl.”

“Then I will remain so gladly,” Cinderella responded. “And someday Henry will see you for the snakes you are.”

Lady Tramaine shrugged. “Royalty does not believe in divorce, dear. Now if you will excuse me…” she jingled set of keys she held. “I have a prince to go meet.” She opened the door with a smirk and waved. “Ta ta.” She closed the door behind her and locked it. Cinderella slowly sank into her chair. And as grief began to overtake her, she buried her face in her hands and wept.

“And… that’s a wrap!” Mrs. Tunstall, the director, shouted from the front row.

You stood up as Mrs. Laura came back across the stage, key ring still in her hand and a huge grin across her face. The two of you embraced.

“Ohh you were great,” Mrs. Laura crooned.

“Me?” You said as you pulled apart from each other, your own face lit up. “I wouldn’t be anywhere without you. The villain makes the backbone of the show.”

“Oh stop.” Mrs. Laura playfully slapped you on the shoulder. “You’re too modest.”

She went to talk to someone and you went to find your “step-sisters”. You all talked and laughed as the three of you went change out of costume and then you said your goodbyes and took off for home.

It was a little after 8, so twilight was just giving way to night. Your stomach rumbled. It would have to be a seek-and-find dinner tonight. It was Monday, so work had been busy; and theatre practice had let out late, so you really didn’t feel like cooking.

The streets were quiet except for your footsteps on the pavement. You were starting to get nervous. Usually you had loved walking home after dark, but now… Soon you reached the alley where you had seen Pennywise the other day, and stopped. Should you really pass by there in the dark by yourself? You stood, weighing your decision. That had been five days ago. If he wanted to hurt you, surely he would have done it by now. You blew a breath out through your mouth and started walking.

You were about half way down when you heard a noise behind you, like something bang against a trashcan. You turned around. You waited for a few seconds, but didn’t hear anything else, so you started on your way again. This time you heard a rustling sound close by. And then another sound behind you. You turned around and gasped.

A man stepped out from a dumpster. You whirled around as another vaulted over the chain length fence to your left. You started backing up the way you came. As you did, you glanced over your shoulder and saw a third man coming behind you from that direction. You were trapped.

You turned to face the dumpster man, and the one behind you grabbed you. You screamed and started trying to fight him off.

“Ooh she’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” dumpster guy leered at you. “Looks like we’re gonna have fun with her.”

The one holding you covered your mouth and tightened his grip. Dumpster guy came at you and started pawing at you, your chest, your stomach. You screamed against the hand over your mouth, but it just came out muffled. You moved your mouth around and finally got some leverage with your teeth and bit down. The man hollered and removed his hand from your mouth.

“Pennywise!” The name ripped from your throat before you can stop it. Dumpster guy started to pull up your shirt and you spit in his face.

“Bitch!” He slapped you across the face, making your head go sideways. He grabbed for you again and you closed your eyes. In two seconds, his weight was off of you. You opened your eyes and stared in shock. A large white figure loomed before you. He was holding your attacker up in the air, the man’s feet dangling. You watched on as the man, which you now noticed was wearing a white clown suit, grabbed your attacker with his other hand and snapped his neck. The man that was holding you let go and he and the other man at the end of the alley took off running into the night.

You started shaking as the clown turned to face you. Her mouth fell open. You had only seen that face once before, but there was no forgetting it. Pennywise. You started to back up slowly down the alley.

“Wh-why did you come?” you stammered.

“Why did I come?” He gestured to himself. “Why did you call?”

You shook your head. “You got here too fast. You were already here.”

“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be out at night. Or in the rain.”

You gasped. “It was you. In the sewer drain, talking to Georgie. And the balloons. That was you too.”

You could barely make out the grin that now adorned his painted face. “Is it not a custom to exchange…gifts?”

You stared at him, taken aback. “Gifts?”

“A present for a present. A picture for balloons,” he said in a giddy voice. “Is that not what pretty girls want?”

You glanced down at the body at his feet. “I don’t know what I want. I just know I watched you kill a man.”

Pennywise’s brow furrowed. “He was going to hurt you. Would you have wanted that?”

“So you’re my savior now? My protector?” you spat.

You backed up farther and he continued to step closer. “I am many things, my dear. A savior…” He let out a creepy giggle as he stepped into the light and you gasped when you saw him clearly for the first time. “…is not one of them.”

He must have been at least six feet tall. His suit was pale gray and looked very old, like from around the Renaissance period. His face was white with bright red lips and a high forehead. His head was topped with wild orange hair.

As you studied him, you saw a light out the corner of her eye. A man was standing at the end of the alley, shining a flashlight.

“Hey you!” he called.

Pennywise turned towards the newcomer. That was your chance. You turned tail and ran. You kept running and didn’t stop until you reached your house. You sat yourself on the front steps to catch your breath, your heart beating erratically.

The strange and frightening scene you just endured kept playing through your mind. And so many questions kept flitting across your brain, like a scattered flock of crows. Why was Pennywise following you? Why did you call for him in your moment of desperation? And more importantly, why did he think you were important enough to save?


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Quartet Night Live Evolution: Live Viewing Report

Okay, here is my report on the Quartet Night Live Viewing. It’s a little scattered and mostly just my opinion on things. I tried to remember as much as I could about it all. It’s long so I’ll put it under the cut. 

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Teaching the Queen ~Jay Park

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{first post, let’s see how this goes!! not my first time writing smut however hehe. smtm based but i’m swtiching up the teams a bit cause i like certain groups better so basically a team from smtm4}

Jay and Dok2 sit on the couch, unable to comprehend what they just watched. Here comes this girl, you, onto the fire pit stage. You look timid but something told Jay that was the exact opposite of what you actually you. And fucking hell was he right, the minute that track started, your lips moved at an impeccable pace, flowing disses and rhymes like they were cursive.

“W-Who gave her the necklace?” Jay asks, looking around at the other producers while you leave and the next applicant prepares for his or her turn.

“I did,” Dean waves.

“You?!” He raises his eyebrows. “I half expected Jiho to raise his hand.”

“Me?!” Zico says baffled.

“She seems like your type,” Jay tests the waters.

“Well you wouldn’t be wrong, but she’s an applicant. Also, she’s a bit intimidating…” Zico admits. That’s an understatement and it causes the rest of the producer line to burst into hysterics. Jay included, but deep down, your intimidating rapper style attracts him. Rarely do you see such a fierce character on the show who also has mad skills like that. A fantastic rapper and a hot girl, what more could someone like Jay Park be looking for?

As the season of Show Me the Money progresses, Jay continues to fall for you. His favorite thing about you, the thing that attracts him most, distracts him daily, keeps him up at night?

Your lips.

Soft and plump and full. They look smooth and so perfect, as if sculpted for Jay himself. When they sit in a plain state, they still look magnificent, but the best and most enjoyable part is when they open and you start to spill lyrics. They move in time with the beat and bring life to every syllable you curse. He was lucky enough to get you on his team, Team AOMG-Illy. And after a bit of convincing, he got Dok2 to keep you for the rest of the season.

“Why are you so confident in her?” He questioned the day they sat down to decide.

“There’s something about her that seems so winner appropriate. I dunno…” Jay couldn’t put it into words but somehow it was all Dok2 needed to get on board. For some reason, he trusts Jay’s judgement about these things. And today is the final, look who was right! You and your producers sit in the back wings of the finals stage, hearing the crowd getting pumped up by the MC. You take deep breaths, nodding your head and trying to focus on your words.

“You’re going to do fantastic,” Jay says from behind you. You spin on your heels to face the sweet faced producer man who has helped bring you your dream.

“Thanks oppa,” you smile. Inside, his heart flutters at the word.

“You’re going to win, I know it. Just have fun and show them what I saw in you that day on the fire stage, and you’ll have them eating out of the palm of your hands.”

You nod and he excuses himself to leave for the green room. As he walks in, Dok2 notices Jay’s odd expression. “What’s up with your face?”

“What do you mean?” Jay asks, touching his skin.

“You’re all red. You feeling alright?”

“Yeah, totally fine,” Jay nods.

Dok2 gives him a wary look but decides to drop it. The MC reads off the teleprompter and announces your entrance. He leaves and the lights dim. Jay and Dok2 rise and clap for you. In comes San E and VJ, intrigued.

“Do you think she’ll win?” San E asks the general group. Everyone nods, Jay included, but his eyes are locked on the monitor. He helped make the track and helped you write your lyrics too. If you lose, he’ll take personal responsibility, but he knows you won’t. It’s his and your time to win. And in the back of his head, he hopes in more ways than one.

Sure enough, you kill the stage and get the crowd whipped in a frenzy. The room was a hype train, cheering and chanting for you, your stage name ringing through the corridors and you can hear Zico and Dean trying to out cheer you but it’s no use.

“GOOD LUCK TOPPING OUR QUEEN!” Jay shouts down the hall and then ducks back in.

When you come back, Jay hugs you tight and then you’re all summoned to the stage to reveal the winner. Team CoDean went before you so now it’s just time to tally up the win. Once positioned for the camera, you stare out at the crowd, afraid beyond your wits.

“Remember what I said?” Jay asks in your ear. You tense up but relax once you recognize his deep tone.

“That you’re going to win.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I haven’t been wrong yet,” he says.

Sure enough, when the MC opens the envelope with the winner, you are crowned SMTM’s first female winner and it brings tears to your eyes. After collapsing to the floor in shock for a moment, Jay and Dok2 help you up and Jay wraps you in a tight hug that you can’t help but fall into. He has given you your dream and everything you wanted. Dok2 as well, but Jay…He really made it worthwhile. He really was there every step of the way, every hard ship, every moment you wanted to quit and give up because people gave you shit, every time you got so inspired you spent the whole night at AOMG working. One time, Jay even stayed and slept on the couch. You remember that night and how badly you wanted to go lay down with him and cuddle him. But you were already hated, imagine if someone found out, you would have been screwed for sure, so you kept yourself in check and pushed aside your feelings for Jay Park.

The recording ends and you are allowed to go back to the green room. It is a swarm of congratulations and then you all head to Jay Park’s place for a small party. “C’mon Y/N, leggo!” Jay says, waving you over to his Bentley. Your eyes widen.

“Y-You sure?”

“Hell yeah! C’mon you won, therefore, you get a cruise in the Bentley. C’mon, it’s fun. I’m a great driver.”

You can’t help but feel special the way he talks to you, even though it’s casual. The whole way home you two jam out to music and then Mommae comes on. It’s the song you love the most of his many. It’s smooth and slow and you love to move your hips to the beat. Your curves flow perfectly with it, somehow. As Jay speeds down the wide roads, you can’t help but move yourself in the seat. You curse the seat belt holding you back but Jay notices anyway.

“That’s hot,” he comments and you look at him.

“Did you just say…?” You ask.

“Did I say that out loud?!”

“Yeah,” you blush. “You said me moving was hot.”

“Whelp, you know now but yeah…That’s hot how you move your hips.”

You look at him and see a bit of fantasy in his eyes, as if he’s picturing you doing that with out the car around you.

“You should see me when I’m just dancing,” you say slowly and Jay nods.

“I’d like that. I’d like hold those hips, not gonna lie…” He chuckles deeply.

Unfortunately, you arrive too soon before the conversation can go father. It makes you both a bit upset but if you delay, everyone will suspect things. So you go in and enjoy the party but the whole time, Jay and his comments in the Bentley stick to your brain. Finally, people start to leave. Zico, San E, Dok2, all of them, they file out the house. You wave goodbye with Jay and act casual as you walk back in. The door shuts and you keep walking but are halted by rough hands on your hips.

“Jay…”

“Let me play some music,” he says, leading you over to the stereo that he plugs his phone into. You stand in place while he selects a song…Mommae. “Show me those moves again, Y/N.”

Whenever your real name escapes his lips, it sends hormones rushing through your body. The whole show process, he got used to calling you by your stage name but a few times he did say your given name and it made you feel special. He places his hands back on your hips and pulls you against his firm body. You can feel his muscles on your body and against your back, his abs. As the song picks up, you get in the groove. Your hips move against him and as each second passes, his hands wander more and more. At the climax of the song, his arms are wrapped around you, crossing your torso and latching up to your shoulder. His face is buried into your neck and he sloppily kisses your skin there. It sends you into a frenzy and as the song repeats he goes to change it but you have another idea. You spin around in his grip and move your hands up his torso, feeling his chiseled figure beneath his shirt. Not like you haven't’ seen him shirtless, he’s almost always stripping on stage, but you want to see that body in a new light, new environment, new circumstance.

As if he can read your mind, he rips his shirt off over his head and then grabs your hips again and pulls you close. He leads you back towards the couch. He collapses back and pulls you on top of him and that heats the room up. Your lips crash on his and your instinct kicks in. You grind against him and sway your hips too, all while he attacks your sweet lips. Finally, he gains entrance to your tongue and when he tastes you fully, it’s like all the time of having to wait for the show to finish paid off.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for his,” he moans when he takes a deep breath.

“How long?” You ask him.

“Since the fire pit day. When you opened your lips, I knew you were something special and damn was I right. You are something special in so many ways…”

You crash your lips onto his again and bite his lip as you pull back. You earn a deep growl from Jay’s throat.

“You deserve a special prize,” Jay whispers, eyes closed.

“I won what the show promised…”

“No,” he shakes his head, his hand slowly making contact with your bare torso skin, as he pulls the hem of your shirt up centimeter by centimeter. “An exclusive prize…”

“What do you have in mind Jay?”

With that, he sits up and somehow manages to scoop you into his arms and brings you to his bedroom. He tosses you onto his plush bed and shuts the door. You start to sit up but are pinned down as he rushes to you, climbing over you and hovering. He kisses you hungrily, wanting more and more and you’d be a lying fucker if you said you didn’t want him just as bad. You’ve dreamed of this, being with Jay like this…And so far, it’s everything you’ve fantasized. He tastes sweet and demanding. His feels rough and restless. He sounds gruff and sexy. He moves like a god and like he’ll make you feel like you’ve never experienced before.

The passion intensifies and as his hunger for you and your skin and all you have to offer increases, you decide to hurry things along. You try to play with his belt but he pins your hands up.

“No no baby girl, that’s not how I play. Let me show you…”

And with that he slips your pants off and they’re tossed to the floor, Jay already going for your panties. He plays with them on you, twiddling the thin fabric in his fingers for a moment before leaning down. He makes eye contact with you and keeps it as his teeth tug them down your legs. He discards them and uses his lips to trail up your legs, your thighs, your hips, back to your inner thighs. He grows closer to your core and it makes you moan.

“Please…Hurry,” you demand. He looks up and then begins his meal. He wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you closer, ready to please you. His tongue laps at your folds and plunges into you a few times before he gets down to business. He locates your clit and begins to tease you, licking it for a split second before pulling back. You’re weak, taken over by lust for Jay and all he can do. He dives back and licks your clit again and when he pulls back you groan in frustration.

“Stop teasing me…” You whine.

“What do you say?” He teases.

“Please…”

“Please…what?”

“Jay…”

“Not what I like to hear baby girl…”

“D-Daddy,” you moan and he dives back down. His tongue explores your core, licking up your juices that drip down, not wasting a drop. Suddenly, he sucks on your clit and it makes you quiver at his touch. A knot forms in your stomach and at first you tense up, unsure of what it happening exactly. This is new, but it’s good.

“Let it out baby, it’s natural,” he says, noticing your change. He begins stimulating you and you grow closer and closer to your climax. Your hands tug at his hair as you reach your orgasm, becoming a moaning and shaking mess. You cum hard on Jay’s tongue and he licks his lips, pleased. When he sits up you are still riding the high he caused. You look at him through half through closed eyes.

“That was great,” you smile softly.

“We’re not done yet baby, we have more to do…” He says and you feel ready just by his words. He strips his pants and boxers at the same time and he kicks them down to the floor. Your eyes widen, a bit shocked by his size. He twitches and you reach out to touch, but are cautious. This all seems so natural, but it’s new and odd.

“D-Do I?” You ask and he nods.

“Do what feels right. I’ll show you how to make me feel good like I do to you.”

He fills you with confidence as you take his length in your hand. You start to pump slowly and he nods, biting his lip. “Like that baby…Like that…” You continue by his encouragement. He places a hand on your bare shoulder and it tells you you’re doing well. You feel bold and try taking him into your mouth. You first only take in the tip and that alone makes Jay breath heavily. He tightens his grip on your shoulder and you try taking in more of him. You go deep, not realizing how deep and he hits the back of your throat and it makes you gag. You yank back and he chuckles.
“It’s okay. Just play with the tip, that’s the most sensitive part,” he suggests. You take his advice and stimulate his tip like he did your clit. With just a few licks and a few circles around him, he a moaning mes. He can no longer support himself on his knees, he’s fallen back and now that you’re more comfortable, you’ve pushed him back to lay down. You start to suck deeply again, careful of how much you take. You moan on him shaft and he moans loudly at the vibrations on his dick.

“Like that…Fuck…”

“You like that Daddy?”

“Yes, fuck…”

You do it again and he bucks his hips. You start to quicken, bobbing your head up and down him, faster and faster. He becomes a moaning mess, your name escaping as a breathy and lustful curse. Each time he makes a noise, you go faster. Soon, you’re going to fast, he cums. The warm seed flows into your mouth and he gasps and sputters. You pull back and sit back, Jay taking deep breaths, calming down from his high.

“That was good,” he nods, after he’s caught his breath.

“Yeah,” you giggle, crawling over him and kissing him. His lips still taste just as sweet. He holds your bare skin close to him and when he pulls from your lips he smiles.

“That’s enough for today.”

“You don’t wanna?”

“Oh trust me I do, but you’ve already won a lot tonight. How about we just wear comfy clothes and fall asleep?”

His sweet expression is impossible to deny so you nod. He gets you a pajamas outfit from his drawer and giggles at how big it is on you but admits you look so good in his stuff. “Next time, you won’t be able to get dressed standing up…I’ll have to help with that,” he winks.

Is It A Ring? (Shownu X Reader)

Admin: Candi
Request: Hi~ can I request a fluffy Shownu scenario based on the song You by Royal Pirates please – anon”
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/reader: Shownu X Reader
Genre/warning(s):  fluff
Words: 1.1k
Authors note: This was a mad cute request, I enjoyed writing it!

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