You ignored these words usually but it happened every day. You were known, just from the one vocal performance you had in school. Of course that was a few months ago but it was fresh into some people’s minds.
You got back from spring break, hanging with your friends all week. You were physically still in bed, asleep but you smiled for your approaching friends.
“Y/N!” You hugged your best friend and you were remembering last night. You were glad your friend’s parents loved you and didn’t ask about the smell of vodka in the living room.
“Last night was crazy.”
“So crazy, why did you let Namjoon do that keg stand?”
“Talking about me, ladies?” Namjoon put his arm around you and you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, he was stupidly drunk after that keg stand.”
“You have to admit it, I looked pretty awesome.”
“Keep telling yourself that, big boy.” You patted his chest and removed his arm from you. You walked with your friends to class, still chatting about last night.
You took your seats, ironically around each other in the back and you almost forgot the presence of the empty seat to your left.
You sighed, remembering that’s where Jungkook sat.
“Why do you keep worrying about that outcast?”
“What do you mean?”
“He comes to class late, sleeps in class and doesn’t talk to a soul-”
“I get it. It’s just..whatever. Wait, is that my earrings?”
“Hehe~ About that..” Your teacher walked in, his book slammed on the desk.
“Morning, Mr. Lee.”
“Today, we’re starting Macbeth..” He droned on, you’ve already read the play a few times. But it was one of your favourites.
“What do the witches symbolize when-” The door opened slowly, making a loud creaking noise as Jungkook peeped in.
“Jungkook, you’re late.” He didn’t say anything, just taking his seat and you quickly glanced at him. You listened to your teacher, lecturing on about the skill of writing that Shakespeare had in this first act.
“Everyone look to your left because you will work with that person on the next three acts. Start working.”
You turn to Jungkook, music blaring from his earbuds and you tapped his shoulder. He looked at you and you could feel your face getting hot.
Did you forget to mention that he’s hot as hell? He gave you a hard stare before taking out an earbud. Judging from the blank stare he gave you, he didn’t hear a word your teacher said.
“We’re working together to read the acts in Macbeth.” He nodded and moved his desk to yours. You told him what you wanted to do and he simply nodded.
“Do you think you’ll get this done soon?”
“Give me more time.” You wanted to hear more than just four words but you didn’t want to push it. You both worked quietly, the loudness of the room oblivious to you and him.
That was just how the rest of the day went, you just followed. Your friends didn’t seem to notice how distracted you were actually were.
“Remember Yoongi, that hot college boy~?”
“The one that you would drop your skirt for and can’t shut up about?”
“He invited me to little gig that he’s playing and I want you to come with me.”
“I’d it because your parents love me and they won’t let you go unless I’m there?”
“You know me so well.”
“Macbeth can wait for me, then.”
You dressed up in a grey shirt, red flannel, black shorts and shoes. You tousled your hair and wore your favourite black brimmed hat.
“Hey, hottie. Who are you looking so cute for?”
“You mentioned college boys~”
“Are you here to see Jungkook?”
“He’s so hot!”
“I would faint if he said my name.”
They couldn’t be talking about your Jungkook. He wasn’t yours but they weren’t talking about him, right?
“Y/N, look it’s Yoongi.” You looked to see him waving at you both, he was way older but that didn’t stop your friend.
“It’s starting.” The crowd started chorusing Jungkook and you almost dropped your drink. There he was, Jungkook up on stage.
You recognize the song as the one he was listening to in class.
He was practicing for tonight.
But then you heard his voice, it was beautiful. Did he not talk much to preserve his voice? God, you didn’t think you would hear something so melodic.
“J-Jungkook.” It was as if he heard you, making eye contact with you. He didn’t break eye contact, acting like he was singing to you. Your heart was fluttering and you listened to the rest of the set.
“Yoongi oppa~!” She ran over to him, gushing about him playing the keyboard. They were immerse in conversation and your eyes wavered to Jungkook.
He was looking at you and he turned to leave. You got up following him backstage and grabbing his arm when you caught up to him.
“Why are you here?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“Just go home.”
“Jungkook, why wouldn’t you talk to me?” He turned around, the height difference between you two becoming more apparent.
“You’re one of them.”
“Them? Who are you talking about?”
“You don’t see it, do you? You’re one of the populars. You haven’t pop up yet but I’m sure you’ll be seating on their stupid throne soon enough.”
“I’m never going to be a queen bee. I just want to be friends.”
“So what? You can treat me like how your friends do. An outcast.”
He grabbed you by your shoulders, frightening you a little and your heart stopped beating.
“Why won’t you listen to me? Why do you make me think like this..?”
“Why do you make me like you?” You pulled him by the straps of his leather jacket and kissed him. He lifted you up, you holding onto him tightly.
“Do you want this?”
“Give it to me.” He kissed your neck while carrying you into an empty room and he dropped you on the couch. He locked the door and climbed on top of you.
His lips were intoxicating, the effect stronger than any hard liquor you’ve tried. You lost your hat from your head and he cupped your face.
His tongue asserted dominance over you and your hands rushed to slip him out of his jacket and shirt. His naked chest made your cheeks burn and he slipped off your shirt.
He grabbed your breasts, the friction from the fabric against your hard nipples making you moan. He unhooked it from the front and your breast bounced free.
You could have sworn you saw him licking his lips.
He sucked on your nipple, pinching and nibbling on the flesh. You moaned his name unsteadily and his tongue came into play.
He kissed your chest profusely before his hands reach your shorts. You grabbed his hands and pushed him up. Your hands let go, sliding down his chest before reaching his jeans.
The button came undone easily and you unzipped them. You stroked his bulge before he kissed you roughly. He got you on your back once again and hastily undid your shorts. He was aggressive with them, angry because they were in the way of him seeing all of you.
“My favourite.” It hadn’t occurred to you that you were wearing a see through lace thong until you noticed the source of his smirking. He caressed your thighs, down your legs before hooking his fingers to the straps of your thong.
“What a pink little pussy you have.” You pushed your body upwards, your head hitting the armrest and spread your legs. He kissed your pussy softly before giving it a torturous long and slow lick.
“And you’re deliciously wet, baby.” He licked his lips while maintaining eye contact with you.
“Tell me where you want me.”
“M-My..” You gasp as his fingers rubbed your pussy, his finger moving quickly.
“J-Jungkook.” He slipped his fingers into you and your moans went higher. His fingers felt amazing, the duo tangoed inside you. You felt his fingers curl up inside you, trying to hit deeper within your walls.
“A-ahh!” His tongue pressed against you, the quick licks were rushed before he set his sights on your clit. You tugged at his hair, knowing he had found your sweet spot and he added more fingers.
Your mind was starting to pool along with the sweat you were accumulating and he pulled out his fingers. He sat, his pants still undone and you crawled over to him. He slipped off his pants and you pulled down his boxers. Your hand grip his cock before you teased him with your tongue.
“Mm.” You hummed against his cock, he pulled back your hair as you sucked on his tip. You pumped him, tasting his precum on your tongue before swallowing him.
“Holy shit.” You bobbed your head, letting him hit the back of your throat. His fingertips brushed against your back and he lightly smacks your ass, you moaning against his cock.
“Baby.” You took as a warning, getting your mouth off his cock and he pulled you into his lap. He slipped on a condom and you looked at him nervously.
“Don’t be shy..” He kissed you as you lowered yourself into his cock. You opened your mouth, the sudden size making you almost scream.
You bounced on him, his hands guiding your hips and your voice strained.
He thought this was better than any song he’s written. Better than any song he’s played. It was more melodic than the sound of his own voice.
He would love to hear you like this again.
He would love to see you like this again, your body falling apart under his touch. The loud whimpers when he would smack your ass, your lips just desperate to kiss him to try and contain these moans that were bound to leave your lips.
He wanted more.
“Cum, baby.” His words set you off, your orgasm hitting you hard. He groaned, spilling into the condom and got off him. He tossed the condom and you lied on the couch.
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The next day she went to Janes for lunch. Upon receiving a tour she was in awe at the size of their chambers. Twenty rooms in all including a hot tub and a small private pool. Thor was swimming with Junior. Erika thought he looked so cute in his little floaty chair. “Hello Erika.” Never seeing Thor with his shirt off before she was a little in awe of him too. She smiled. “Hi how are you?” He came to the pools edge handing Junior to mommy. She wrapped him in a towel scooping him up into her arms. “Look who’s here to see you today!” Junior and Erica smiled at each other. While the servants prepared they decided to eat on the balcony. Erika sat with Junior on a big spongy blanket while they played with his toys. “I have never seen him take to anyone the way he has to you.” Erica blushed. “I’m in love with this little man already.” When she picked him up and kissed him on the forehead he instantly nuzzled his little head into her neck. “Awe! What have I done to make you like me so much little one?”
Okay but imagine being Michael’s significant other while he was on vocal rest and he writes on his lil piece of paper “blow job??” and you get this mischievous look on your face and then respond with “Only if you stay quiet” and of course Michael just nods up and down greedily because you give THE BEST blow jobs… So long story short you make him moan so loud that Luke walks in and says “fucking Christ he’s on vocal rest!? You couldn’t wait tell after the Teen Choice Awards performance?!?” And Michael just shakes his head no with this HUGE grin on his face because you just gave him the best blow job of his L I F E
On the outside:
Yah I'm cool, I'm calm, the Grammys were last night and they were alright.
On the inside:
THE GRAMMYS WERE LAST NIGHT AND TAYLOR ALLISON SWIFT SLAYED THE GRAMMYS. THEY SHOULD BE CALLED THE TAYLOR SWIFTY'S BECAUSE SHE WON 3. 3 GRAMMYS. AND SHE ABSOLUTELY SLAYYYYED THE RED CARPET AND SHE WAS WITH SELENA AND THEY WERE ABSOLUTE GOALS. AND TAYLOR CUT HER HAIR. THE NEW ERA BEGINS. OR ITS JUST FOLDED I DONT KNOWWW. AND SHE WORE A COLOR BLOCKED TWO PIECE WONDER. AND IT WAS HOT PINK AND LOOKED WONDERFUL ON HER. AND SHE PERFORMED OUT OF THE WOODS. AND SHE DID THE TOUR VERSION JUST. FOR. US. AND EVERYONE HAD LIGHT YP BRACELETS. 1989 TOUR 2.0. AND SHE WORE A WONDERFUL DARK SUIT AND SOUNDED SO FREAKING AMAZING. AND DID I MENTION SHE WON 3 GRAMMYS?! SO NOW SHE IS 10-TIME GRAMMY AWARD WINNER TAYLOE SWIFT. AND SHE MOM-CROONED THE NIGHT AWAY YESSS. AND THEN SHE WON FREAKING RECORD OF THE YEAR AND GAVE A BOMB SPEECH WHICH TOTALLY SASSED KANYE IN A CLASSY WAY AND IT WAS SO INSPIRING. AND THEN ON CALVINS SC WE GOT A TAYVIN SELFIE IM SCREECHING
Mitch: was fierce, cute, and has the sassiest dance moves I’ve ever seen. Can hit high notes that I can get on my clarinet. Also “ohh curse words” was the best thing ever. Basically was a cutie pie the whole night. #teammitchwiththaycountermelodyaye
Kirstie: looked so hot in those red pumps, has a runway strut that rivals Queen Bey, and has the prettiest voice. She’s just unbelievably awesome.
Scott: woah. He is such a confident singer, but is also a huge dork that still gets nervous when he performs for his old teachers *uwu*. Is essentially an amazing cute dork.
Avi: casually drops everything 2 octaves even when he speaks normally???? Has the sexiest voice in the history of ever. Also he cried the most when they won The Sing Off. It’s okay though, every lady likes a man who is in tune with his emotions.
Kevin: IS HE EVEN REAL?! He plays cello like a boss, can beatbox like a fiend, can sound exactly like a trumpet without, you know, a trumpet. AND sings so beautifully.
Long story not so short it was the best thing ever, and when they go on your next time I’m bringing my guard girls with me and we are gonna rock the pit like nobody’s business.
Supermodel Candice Swanepoel leads a small nation of 4.7 million Instgram followers. Sporting sprig’s best performance –inspired looks, she tells us what she does to stay hot and happy.
On any given day, long before the sun shines into your window and rouses you out of bed, it’s likely that Candice Swanepoel has already been hard at work for hours. “I’m up and on-set pretty early, usually by 5 a.m.,” says the 26-year-old Victoria’s Secret Angel, who routinely shoots for 12 hours a day, often seven days a week. “I do a lot of swimwear, so for the best light, we try to get the sunrise and sunset.” Afterward, when everyone else goes home to relax, Swanepoel hits the gym for a full-body workout. “I’m an athlete,” she says. “I use every single muscle, especially my core and arms, when I pose. It’s so important for me to feel strong.”
Such discipline and dedication come naturally to Swanepoel, who grew up on a beef-and-dairy farm in South Africa. “ I saw may dad wake up at 4 every morning to milk the cows. I’d put on my overalls and gum boots and follow him around,” she says. “Growing up surrounded by so much life and death and realness shaped my personality. Africa is not for wussies. It’s in our culture to be hard workers.”
That may be way, after being scouted at a local flea market at age 15, Swanepoel took the brave step of moving to Europe, alone, to pursue her new career. She spent the next two and half years walking runway shows for major designers, including Dolche & Gabbana. And yet, despite her early success, she remembers that period in her life as difficult. “ It was the loneliness,“ she says. “ Every day, I was working with different people who were speaking different languages, so I was never able to form any relationships. I just wanted to go home.” During that time, she was also told that she needed to lose weight. “ I was so used to people criticizing me for being too thin that it was shocking to me,” she says. “I was crying.”
By age 17, Swanepoel was ready to quit modeling altogether. That’s when Victoria’s Secret called, and everything changed. “My agent said, “They want to see you. If you get the show, will you move to New York? I said, ‘If I got Victoria’s Secret, I’d do anything.” She landed the gig, mowed across the world, found an instant community and rededicated herself to her work – and her workouts.
Her willingness to always put in extra hours on-set – and extra stets in the gum – has certainly paid off. Now, eight years after almost walking away from her career, Swanepoel has become one of fashion’s reigning superstars, and one of its hottest bodies. You can see the results of her hard work in the tightness of her legs, the firmness of her butt and the flatness of her abs. “When I have a show or specific shoot coming up, I train for it full on, like an athlete would train for a game,” she says. Of course, given that she always has a big show or shoot coming up, she’s always training, four to five days a week, year-round. “There’s no time to slack off,” she says. “It’s just not worth it.”
To get that enviable body, both strong and lean, Swanpoel cross trains. Every week she does a mix of boxing (“ a good way to blow off steam”), trampolining (“ it tightens up everything”), resistance training (“ as I get stronger, the weights get heavier”) and pilates (“ for when I’m tired, because I can lie down”). No matter the workout, her goal remains the same: “To build muscle, rather than burn it,” she says.
Staying sculpted instead of just skinny has always been Swanepoel’s body challenge. “If I’m nervous or stressed, I can eat almost anything and still be losing weight. That’s just my metabolism,” she says, “but I don’t like to feel skinny.” To maintain her shape and stamina, she follows a simple eating philosophy: Have a big breakfast to avoid midmorning crashes. “If I’m shooting swim, I’ll have scrambled eggs, bacon, fruit, coffee and a croissant. Otherwise I’m ravenous by 11 a.m” For lunch and dinner, she gets plenty of protein, like a grilled-chicken salad or salmon witch rice and beans. “I just eat everything in moderation,” she says. “People do crazy things, but anything in the extreme is bad for you. I don’t believe in juicing. I don’t even get why you’d want a soy latte. Listen; just give me some whole milk! When you over think what you’re eating, it starts to affect you.”
Swanepoel’s commitment to staying balanced, despite the ruthless nature of her industry, has been the key to her happiness. “Modeling has really changed in the past few years. Now there’s so much more money at stake, and it’s more work as well,” she says. “It used to be that if you had a swim shoot, you’d go away for two weeks and spend the first four days getting a suntan. Now we work 12 hours a day, every day, and I can be on a plan every two days. It’s almost like a chess game, where we’re the pieces. You’ve got to juggle everything and make the right moves.”
That pressure makes her downtime all the more important. “You’ve got to take care of yourself,” she says. Swanepoel does that by trying to block off a week every month or so to unwind. “I’d rather work in waves, so I have time to travel and rest,” she says. Her goals are a mix of professional and personal. “I want to design my own line of swimwear,” she says, “and I want to see more of my family and have one of my own one day, too.” But for now, she’s just trying to enjoy every moment. “I love living this dream,” she says. “And sometimes I also just like to chill, have a glass of wine, watch a movie and be normal.”
HER TOP MOVES
Swanepoel and her trainer, ModelFit’s Justin Gelband, share there exercises that make her feel and look her best.
Micro-Squat: “I like to focus on my thighs and bum, so I do a lot of squats,” Swanepoel says. Stand with feet together, arms extended, and squat, lowering two inches per count for three counts. Hold, then rise on a three count. Repeat, first with feet shoulder-width apart, then with feet together, then apart again. That’s one rep; do 10.
Leg Pulse: “The smaller the motions, the better the results,” Gelband says. Lie on left side, left arm bent under head, left leg extended, right leg perpendicular at hip. Use your glutes to pulse right leg up and down 20 times, moving it slightly toward left foot with each rep. Switch sides; repeat.
One-Two Punch: “When I punch, I use my arms and core,” Swanepoel says. Stand with feet hip-width apart, left leg just in front of right, fists at chin, elbows in. As you rotate and pivot right foot, punch right arm across body until arm is 75 percent extended. Return to start. Then throw a left hook by raising left elbow to shoulder height, arm bent 90 degrees, rotating through hips. Return to start; do 15 reps. Switch sides; repeat.
Peeta hasn’t said anything, but she can feel his stare burning into her. Eventually, she glances in his direction. She goes still when she meets his eyes, her breath catching in her throat.
He’s not smiling, but there’s something in his eyes that makes her blood run hot.
After a beat, his eyebrow quirks slightly, and he leans closer to her, arm braced on the table as he loosely clasps his bottle in hand.
“That was quite a performance.”
She hums flippantly, looking away, tracing her fingertip over the papery edge of the label adhered to her bottle. “It was fun. Did you like it?”
This time he smiles, just barely. He doesn’t answer her question directly, and when he speaks, his voice is low, intended only for her ears.
“What are you trying to get up to tonight, Everdeen?” His words are a teasing drawl, but there’s a challenge too. She manages to breathe normally again, despite her blood now thrumming through her veins fast and hard, and she lets her gaze sweep around the bar, as if considering, and shrugs indifferently.
“I’m just keeping my options open,” she says, meeting the playful tone of his voice. With deliberate measure, she drags her eyes back to his and holds his gaze. Challenge met.
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The sounds of the crowds screams roared in the girl’s ears when she stood on that large stage looking over the stadium. It was the final performance in the states and it kicks off the World Tour for the new abulm that is making millions in profit. It was hot that night leaving her to sweat badly on stage but no one cares and only came for the music. The rockstar took a bow as the last song came to an end and and encore was being called out…she was tired but will give the crowd on last song. It was slow so the crowd can have time to calm down after two hours of going on a rampage and the rock star was known to make the crowd calm at the end of the night.
After the encore she left the stage handing her guitar to a stage crew member so they can start clean up as the stadium cleared out. Jasmine walked down the long hallway heading for the back of the building where her tour bus was parked in a private area so crazy fans won’t get through. There was a small gazebo set up with a few of her bandmates and a roadie. This roadie was brought in about three months ago and has been traveling everywhere with them ever since. His name was Mercurius.
“Hey nice job setting up the stage earlier,” she told him giving the roadie a soft punch in the arm like she does to everyone. “Keep up the good work.”
Today your aunt had hooked you up with working backstage at a huge music festival where a bunch of your favourite artists were said to be playing. You thanked her a million times and she told you that it was probably unlikely that you would meet anyone famous considering all you were doing was filling the snack table all day. It was a super hot day and especially hot where you were working because of the huge crowds of people that were backstage. Your aunt pulled up a cart of food that you had to arrange on the table for the performers, so you started to work on it, trying to make it look as pretty as possible. When a hand kept reaching in and taking chocolate chip cookies off of a tray that you kept filling the hole for. “Excuse me can you please-” You started to say until you saw who was the cookie thief. Luke Hemmings. You didn’t quite know how to react so you just smiled and handed him another cookie. He smiled and took a bite, you could feel his eyes on you and you knew your cheeks were probably tomato red by now. “Can I get you anything or?” You asked. “Nope, I’m alright. Just…hanging out.” He said awkwardly. “Oh yeah? Where are your bandmates?” You asked and he shrugged, stealing another cookie off the table. “Are you going to save cookies for anyone else?” You said and he laughed. His laugh was so adorable that you almost wanted to cry and pinch his cheeks. “So why’s a pretty girl like you doing our dirty work?” He asked and you took a sharp breath in. “My aunt got me this job actually. I was dying to come to this festival but I couldn’t afford it so..” You admitted shyly. “Oh. Well that’s cool too, that way you get payed and get to listen to live bands all day… so any band you wanted to see..in particular?” You knew what he was trying to get at. “Hmm there was this one.. there’s 4 of them and they’re all really attractive.. but I mainly have a thing for the lead singer.” You said and bit into a strawberry. “Yeah?” He blushed. “Mhm….” You smirked and were shocked at your sudden burst of confidence. “He’s tall, blonde..has a lip ring..have you seen him around? I wanted to talk to him, maybe try and flirt a bit.” His cheeks were about as red as yours and he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and asked one of the stage managers for a pen before handing me the paper. “Well I happen to have his number, you should probably give him a call later.. maybe see about going for dinner or something.” He winked before walking off, leaving you blushing and giving you another reason to thank god for your aunt.
So I decided to watch Dance with Devils this season...
I heard it has musical elements and the last musical anime I watched was UtaPri so this anime is gonna be a ride.
She has “mom hair” so OF COURSE something bad happens so her!
So I legit had to pause the video 3 TIMES BEFORE this dude even started
singing, because I was laughing so hard and trying not to be loud in the
library where I was watching this
AHH yes you look the asshole who will be my favorite this season
Do they perform this number every time someone gets in trouble at this school?
I’ve seen enough of these reverse harem/otome games to know that you
don’t make a character THIS HOT and NOT make him a route/option. He’ll
probably end up not actually being her brother in some big reveal.
Okay I’m calling it right now! The dog is gonna be an option/route isn’t he?It’s like DMMD all over again!
I enjoyed the episode a lot though so I’m definitely gonna keep watching it this season!