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[electronic-devices]

Gaming, Bengoo g9000 headset, A catchpenny headset, or a real bargain?

Gaming Bengoo G9000 headset. $250 is the current least for a gaming device. Then it would help if you had a display, some games, and perhaps an off-brand console.

Can I at least skip the gaming headset? Is there a gaming headset at a special price with many great capabilities?

Many wonder what type everyone is buying these days. And they prefer it so much?

Let us answer for you: it is the G9000 Pro gaming headset from Bengoo.

Who exactly is Bengoo?

According to its website, it was founded in 2014. The G9000 Pro also appears to be one of their flagship products.

Their mission is to provide reliable customers. And also have affordable consumer electronic products, and they seem to be a young team. They also have headphones, mice, speakers, and keyboards.

And even a wireless PS4 controller. All at beautiful prices. So the company looks real.

Let us make it clear, as usual, that there is no product in the world that everyone agrees on.

Whether advantages or disadvantages. It is just standards that differ from one person to another.

There may be a product that suits you but does not suit someone else, and vice versa.

But the standard we always follow is the opinion of the majority. Once we like a product, we go to see the sales of that product.

Opinions of all people who have purchased. If the sales percentage is large.

Also, there are more positive opinions than negative ones. In this case, this product is very much worth buying and trying.

Why don't we try? All online purchasing sites allow me to refund the full amount paid. This is, of course, in case we don't like the product.

Without further ado, today we will talk about this wonderful product. G9000 Pro gaming headset from Bengoo.

We will convey to you the negatives and positives, and in the end, you are completely free to buy it or not.

They also have many types of gaming headsets, as you can see, at different prices, so you can choose between them.

A few basics and pros of the Bengoo G9000 Pro gaming headset

First, let us show you, in pictures, the ranking of this product on Amazon. This is at the time of publishing the article; it may change depending on the time you read the article.

Ranked No. 20 sales The sales rate is 13,000 x 2,520 (MI). This is according to the Producer for Merch by Amazon tool.

This means that this product is very popular on Amazon. I mean, this thing sounds too good to be true.

As for buyers' reviews, As shown in the picture, there are between 4.5 and 5 stars. This indicates that the rate of admiration for the product is very, very high.

The headphone itself is made of mostly glossy ABS-like plastic.

Also, the foam is thick enough to keep it suspended from your brain case.

Additionally, the band is flexible and feels like it should be very durable. And there's also a thin metal band to reinforce it.

This brings us to the ear cups. Again, the foam is thick but very firm, which means it can create pressure points easily. Especially since the ear cups themselves can't be repositioned.

Also, the cover is made of faux leather material again and feels durable enough but not breathable at all. So, if you're not already a sweaty gamer, you'll be better off.

Additionally, it has a foldable, noise-isolating microphone. It also features a sleeved cable with a volume wheel. And a mic mute toggle that terminates in a four-pole gold-plated three-and-a-half millimeter jack combo. This is very useful for console players who connect their controllers.

Also, it includes a USB port. Well, this is a feature you'll probably never use on your console. Unless you go through the trouble of plugging a USB accessory into the side of your TV. Additionally, this USB port isn't just for lighting effects.

Also, most devices you want to use this on still have three-and-a-half millimeter jacks, and frankly. The Dak that Bengoo will include for that price is probably terrible anyway.

The only real problem with the USB port then is that I have to hang a plug on it to power the lights. Which I can't even see while I'm wearing them.

Also, a lot of users were speaking into the microphone. While other people were cleaning the house or whatever. Maybe they have a vacuum cleaner. They confirmed that it is completely soundproof. I'll let you guys be the judges.

Also, most of the four- and five-star reviews seem to say that people can hear clearly. So this could be a sign that G9000 Pro performance varies slightly from one unit to another.

Moving on to the high-star reviews, praise abounds for this product. What most people seem to like about these things, aside from their amazing value. Of course, these are the same things we did.

Volume control, microphone quality, durable construction, sound insulation, cable quality, and comfort. All of them are praised by many buyers.

Support PlayStation 4, New Xbox One, PC, Nintendo 3DS, Laptop, PSP, Tablet, iPad, Computer, Mobile Phone. Please note you need an extra Microsoft Adapter (Not Included) when connect with an old version Xbox One controller.

Here are some positive reviews from Amazon:

Cons of the Bengoo G9000 Pro Gaming Headset

The product delivery box does not contain protective foam.

Also, the air cups are very small.

Additionally, your ears will become warm if you wear these headphones for a long time.

Some hated the dual-cable design.

There are complaints of problems with the microphone. Or that the speakers are not working properly. Many of them hate the build quality. I don't know... I think it's possible that the friend accidentally had their laptop's microphone active or something. I mean, it didn't seem that bad for a lot of users.

As for the two- and three-star rating

There were some extra complaints here, though. About the cable becoming frayed and kinked over time

Also, poor-quality ear cushions Considering how bad the top end looks

There are some patterns in the complaints, such as that the ear cups are a bit small and the quality could be better. But one user said it well when they said, "My seven-year-old doesn't know any better and doesn't need any better." Yes, the ear cups are a little on the small side for some adult ears, unless you like headphones. But for younger players, I think it's fair to say that these are quite enough. The pinnacle of moderation

Here are some reviews

Bengoo g9000 headset prices in the stores

Now here is a list of the prices of the product in most cases. At the moment the article is published, it may change depending on the time you read it.

We have collected all the stores from which you can buy the product. Choose any store you want from here.

We also provided you with a discount coupon from iHerb. JTB8516 To get discounts of more than 20%, an extra 15% discount when purchasing $60. Also, free shipping when purchasing $25

Amazon

There is currently a 45% discount, and it is priced at $21.99.

Ebay

On eBay, it is one of the highest-rated products, and its current price is $19.95

Walmart

As for Walmart, it is now priced at $20.99

Aliexpress

The current price of the product on the Aliexpress website is $24.36.

If you have any inquiries or questions, leave them in the comments.

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[my-chaos-radio]

Release: December 16, 1996

Lyrics:

Candlelight and soul forever

A dream of you and me together

Say you believe it, say you believe it

Free your mind of doubt and danger

Be for real, don't be a stranger

We can achieve it, we can achieve it

Come a little bit closer baby

Get it on, get it on

'Cause tonight is the night when two become one

I need some love like I've never needed love before (wanna make love to ya', baby)

I had a little love, now I'm back for more (wanna make love to ya', baby)

Set your spirit free

It's the only way to be

Silly games that you were playing

Empty words we both were saying

Let's work it out boy, let's work it out boy

Any deal that we endeavor

Boys and girls feel good together

Take it or leave it, take it or leave it

Are you as good as I remember, baby?

Get it on, get it on

'Cause tonight is the night when two become one

I need some love like I've never needed love before (wanna make love to ya', baby)

I had a little love, now I'm back for more (wanna make love to ya', baby)

Set your spirit free

It's the only way to be

Be a little bit wiser baby

Put it on, put it on

'Cause tonight is the night when two become one

Songwriter:

I need some love like I've never needed love before (wanna make love to ya', baby)

I had a little love, now I'm back for more (wanna make love to ya', baby)

I need some love like I've never needed love before (wanna make love to ya', baby)

I had a little love, now I'm back for more (wanna make love to ya', baby)

Set your spirit free

It's the only way to be

It's the only way to be

It's the only way to be

Richard Frederick Stannard / Melanie Chisholm / Geri Halliwell / Matthew Paul Rowbottom / Emma Lee Bunton / Victoria Caroline Beckham / Melanie Janine Brown

Songfacts:

"2 Become 1" is a song by the British girl group the Spice Girls. Written by the group members, together with Matt Rowe and Richard Stannard during the group's first professional songwriting session, it was produced by Rowe and Stannard for the group's debut album, Spice (1996). "2 Become 1" is an R&B-influenced pop and adult contemporary ballad that features instrumentation from a guitar, an electronic keyboard and string instruments. The lyrics are inspired by Hegel's theory of dialectics. Its Big TV!-directed music video, which features the group performing against time-lapse footage of Times Square in New York City, was completely shot against a blue screen at a studio in London. The backdrop was later superimposed.

Released as the group's third single on 16 December 1996, it was generally well received by music critics and was a commercial success. It topped the UK Singles Chart for three weeks, becoming the group's third consecutive chart-topper, their second million-selling single, and their first Christmas number-one single in the United Kingdom. In July 1997, the song was released in the United States, peaking at number four on the Billboard Hot 100, and receiving a gold certification by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). It performed similarly internationally, peaking inside the top ten on the majority of the charts that it entered. The song was named "Song of the Year" at the 1998 ASCAP London Music Awards.

In December 1994, the Spice Girls persuaded their former managers—father-and-son team Bob and Chris Herbert—to set up a showcase in front of industry writers, producers and A&R men at the Nomis Studios in Shepherd's Bush, London. Producer Richard Stannard was originally at the studio to meet pop star Jason Donovan, but he ended up in the showcase after hearing Melanie Brown, as she went charging across the corridor. Stannard recalls:

"More than anything, they just made me laugh. I couldn't believe I'd walked into this situation. You didn't care if they were in time with the dance steps or whether one was overweight or one wasn't as good as the others. It was something more. It just made you feel happy. Like great pop records."

Stannard stayed after everyone had left the showcase to talk to the group. He then reported back to his songwriter partner Matt Rowe that he had found the pop group of their dreams. In January 1995, Chris Herbert booked the group's first professional songwriting session with the producers at the Strongroom in Curtain Road, East London. Rowe remember feeling similarly to Stannard when he first met the group, "I love them. Immediately. […] They were like no one I'd met before, really." The session was productive as the duo seemed to get along with the group; together they discussed the songwriting process and what they wanted to do with the record.[6] In her autobiography, Brown recalled that the duo instinctively understood their point of view and knew how to incorporate "the spirit of five loud girls into great pop music".

[soulmate-game]

“Alright, so tonight is going to be fairly standard. Arkham is silent, and there’s no solid leads on what any of the free rogues might be up to. Harley is sick and Ivy is stuck at home taking care of her, so they aren’t going to be up to anything on either side of the law for a few days. Catwoman is the only person we’d have to look out for right now, but her kleptomania has taken her out of the city for a change,” Barbara was typing away at the large Batcomputer keyboard as she brought all of the Gotham vigilantes up to speed on what to expect for patrol that night. “So, Red Hood and Black Bat will take the Narrows and surrounding area patrol route like usual. Nightwing and Batgirl, Upper east side and fashion district patrol route. Red Robin, you’re taking the route that passes city hall and through Old Gotham and Diamond District, and if you don’t throw a fit maybe you can take Robin with you. Batman, crime alley and Newtown patrol. Robin or no Robin, pick your poison,” the redhead offered, finally spinning her wheelchair around to look at everyone. “We’ll be pretty spread out tonight, but like I said, there’s nothing. No whispers of anything planned on the dark web, no news from any of the rogues, Blackgate and Arkham are, dare I say, peaceful right now. But if you see anything, I’ll redirect you guys so you can get backup ASAP.”

This was a rare night. Usually there was at least a plot or red flag to investigate, but not that night. For some reason, it seemed like Gotham had gotten a dose of sanity that it had been desperately missing.

“Actually,” Alfred took that moment to walk in, a slight pep to his step that seemed to catch everyone’s attention. “I do have news. Batman, you of course know that I have been keeping a close eye on Paris’s situation as per your orders, yes?”

Bruce, who had already been inching towards the batmobile none too subtly, suddenly stood stock still and slowly turned to look at his father figure. He could feel the eyes of his many children honing in on him, silent questions behind those orbs.

“Of course, I remember,” he confirmed cautiously. “You haven’t had an update for me in years.”

Years? Tim furrowed his eyebrows. That meant this had to be something that stretched very far back, because everything that Batman tried to keep secret from him since he became Robin had already been outed. Right? Well, he supposed there was always the possibility that Bruce could have snuck something by, but not a large one. Between him and Oracle, any new secrets he tried to squirrel away were unearthed pretty swiftly. So, most likely this was something Bruce had asked Alfred to keep an eye on at least back when Jason was still Robin. Maybe even further back than that.

“Yes, well you wouldn’t have appreciated any prior updates, sir,” Alfred said pointedly, raising an eyebrow. He always would be the one to understand Bruce Wayne and Batman the best out of all of them. “But this is a big one. I used our inside contact to check up on the Paris situation like I do every month, and this came up,” Alfred pulled out a remote from his pocket and clicked it at the computer, triggering it to bring up an article that likely had been hidden and only accessible via that remote signal. If Barbara had had any reason to check for hidden files she would have found it easily, but Alfred was good at never giving any hints as to when he was hiding something.

But what was on the computer was far more interesting than the all-too-familiar, cryptid ways of Alfred Pennyworth.

Because it was a news article from an online Paris newspaper. It was still in untranslated French, but nobody in that room had any trouble reading it. It was dated to have been published two weeks earlier.

On the cover picture for the article was a man that everybody also recognized, being high-profile and extremely influential in the fashion industry. Most of them had even met the man at least once, the aging Gabriel Agreste. In his early seventies, it was odd to see the man being herded into a police vehicle. He didn’t seem all that threatening, though he still struck an oddly intimidating figure with his cold glare and straight back. Being herded behind him was a woman of around Bruce’s own age, with long brown hair in several elaborate braids. Her dark, almost muddy green eyes bore into the camera and a snarl was on her face. Lila Rossi, the model that had been employed under Agreste for quite some years now and had turned into a sort of reality TV celebrity after she got too old to be hired for as many modeling gigs. She was known as highly untrustworthy, a lie monger and the most infamous gossip in the celebrity world. The headline for the article was;

“THE PARISIAN NIGHTMARE FINALLY OVER! AFTER THIRTY YEARS OF TORMENT, THE HAWKMOTHS OF PAST AND PRESENT HAVE BEEN ARRESTED.”

Underneath that title picture was another, this one detailing the Parisian heroes to stop Hawkmoth, who had been replaced years ago by his female counterpart Monarch, a play on the Monarch Butterfly. The Heroes, on the other hand, had remained mostly the same after the infamous confusion of the early years of Hawkmoth’s reign of terror, where Ladybug had temporarily started adding hero after hero to the team before mysteriously and suddenly retiring almost all of them.

On the right was Ladybug, who stood proud with her arms crossed and a somber gaze directed towards the two unmasked villains. On the left was Chat Noir, in a weird black leather costume that was like a bizzare yet fashionable meld of DiscoWing and the classic Batman uniform. Minus a cape or cowl, of course. Standing behind them, all fanned out, were the last four members of their team. Viperion, in a dark teal snake-themed costume. Ryuuko, standing next to him in a black and red ensemble with her elemental symbol proudly on her chest. Bunnyx, in her bright baby blue and white, and lastly the imperious Stinger behind them in her black outfit with gold accents.

As everyone but Alfred and Bruce read the article and examined the photos as quickly as they could, the eldest vigilante in the room slowly removed his cowl. His eyes were wide, disbelieving as they stared only at the two pictures on the screen and didn’t pay any heed to the article itself.

“Thirty years,” Jason remarked, turning to face Bruce angrily. “Paris has been under attack by magical madmen for thirty years, and you never told us? We knew nothing about this, and this has been going on since before us. Since before you, even,” he waved a hand at the screen angrily. “You know that they have been under attack since before Batman was even a thing, and you never said anything? We could have helped! The league could have—“

“Been a liability,” Bruce interrupted, but it was the uncharacteristic softness to his tone that ultimately shut Jason up and attracted everyone else’s rapid attention. “The league knows. The founding members, anyway. It was something I briefed them on back when we first founded the League, but we were careful to keep any mention of it off of any electronic system. The magic behind the attacks stopped any word of the terrorism from getting out through normal means. We pretended to put the JLE in Paris, when really they are centered miles out of city limits and never set foot inside Paris’s boundaries.”

“Why?” Dick asked, his own mask off so that he could glare into Bruce’s eyes without it obscuring his expression at all. He wasn’t explosively angry like Jason, but it was clear that Dick wasn’t happy either. “They all look to be your age, Bruce. Which means they’ve been fighting HawkMoth since they were teenagers, on their own, since before there was any Justice League or very many other established heroes at all to provide backup. And I get that HawkMoth and Monarch seem to have controlled or fed off negative emotions and a lot of us would have been liabilities, but there are Leaguers who have extreme control over their emotions. You could have gone. Or J’onn, you could have even sent Tim. Anybody to help even a little.”

“Paris isn’t my city, it’s Ladybug’s city. The League and most metahuman heroes stay out of Gotham because I asked them too, but I am not the first to have the idea that keeping other heroes out of a volatile city can be beneficial for damage control. Ladybug herself told me not to allow any interference in the situation,” Bruce braced himself against the back of one of their metal debriefing chairs, leaning forward so it could take most of his weight. That, and the way he never looked away from the photos displayed on the computer, tipped off everyone else that Bruce might not have stayed uninvolved willingly. That he had a deeper connection to the whole Paris mess than just keeping a shrewd eye on a possible issue.

“You know Ladybug?” Tim decides to speak up, leaning back against the desk that housed the batcomputer keyboard. His voice was decidedly softer than that of his elder brothers’.

Bruce nodded, still in an odd partial trance. “We met when I was on a trip to Paris, before I became Batman. It was twenty-three years ago, I was eighteen and found out the hard way about the situation that the rest of the world was somehow oblivious to. I was able to meet Ladybug during one of her patrols, and confronted her. Even after I became Batman two years later, she refused any help. It wasn’t until about a year before I adopted Dick that I finally decided I couldn’t keep worrying about a situation and people that I wasn’t being allowed to help, so I told Alfred to use the sources that Ladybug had given me back when we first met to check in on the situation every month or two. I know that it was not the best decision, making Alfred do what I couldn’t bring myself to, but by the time I adopted Dick I had mostly forgotten about it. I was too worried about trying to figure out how to raise a kid and then deal with raising a vigilante kid after that, for the first time.”

Silence reigned for a while. This was, essentially, news that Bruce had been waiting to hear for over twenty years. An outcome that he had been barred from being a part of. Talk about bittersweet, especially when Bruce seemed so passionate about wanting to have helped. Probably too guilty about not being allowed to.

In the end, it was Damian who made the connection between this news and his father’s foreign mood and behavior first. Or at least, he was the first to vocalize it. Cass probably noticed it sooner.

“You have feelings for Ladybug,” Damian somehow managed to make the declaration sound like a reprimand. “I admit, she is likely much better of a suitor for you than that mangy cat, but I hardly think that trying to start courting her again after so long apart is reasonable. She could have changed from—“

“I know, Damian,” Bruce’s knuckles were white from how tightly he was gripping the chair. “Trust me, I have spent more than enough hours contemplating calling her again to catch up, but I knew it was best to stay away. I had grown busy with Batman and the League anyway, and adding the time difference on there was no way any relationship between us would have been feasible.”

“So you cut yourself off from even being her friend. Which, might I remind you, I heavily advised against,” Alfred finally cut back into the conversation, hands clasped behind his back. “The two of you had maintained a perfectly stable long distance friendship for over five years, and I still consider the day you cut her off to be one of your stupidest mistakes, master Bruce. On an unrelated note, I received a call from the designer that you always commission your more high-fashion suits from, sir. She is coming to Gotham for a time, and I gave her an invitation to come visit for dinner tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind.” With that said, Alfred turned on his heel and walked away.

“That man never raises his voice, but somehow still makes you feel like absolute shit when he gets mad,” Stephanie mused aloud when the butler had left, earning silent nods from everyone else.

“How are you still alive, Father?” Damian asked, raising an eyebrow over one vibrant green eye. “If you cut off Ladybug only to continue to commission the person that I assume is her civilian identity on a regular basis, how has that idiocy not blended into the rest of your life?”

“It has,” Jason added in, always up for a game of Rag on Bruce. “He’s just always had this annoying ability of surviving even the shittiest situations he ends up in. It’s like he has plot armor or something.”

Bruce only grunted, pulling his cowl back on. “Patrol. Robin, you’re with Red Robin today. Don’t kill each other.”

“Oh no, I want to live to see the girl you’ve apparently been crushing on since you were a teenager,” Tim said as he ambled over to his motorcycle. “Seeing THAT reunion is gonna be way better than picking another fight with Demon Spawn.”

“Tt.”

—*—*—*—*—*

“Your tie won’t get any straighter,” Barbara teased Bruce, watching as he fiddled with the tie around his throat for the millionth time in just the past ten minutes. Alfred had made sure that he couldn’t escape this, even going so far as benching Batman for the night.

And to make matters worse, it was still far too early for patrol so all the Wayne kids were present. Stephanie had other obligations to see to, unfortunately, but other than her even Jason had come over to the manor to see the fallout.

“Master Bruce, she is here,” Alfred’s voice cut through the almost palpable nerves emanating from the usually stoic or charismatic man. Batman was nowhere to be seen at the moment, but neither was Playboy Billionaire Brucie Wayne. No, this was Bruce Wayne, as genuine as anybody could see him. And more nervous than his kids had ever witnessed.

The door was opened, and in stepped someone that defied any of the Batkid’s preconceptions. They were expecting someone suave, sophisticated, with hard-earned muscle trying to hide under her skin. Like a Wonder Woman type of person, bursting with strength except for when they made an effort to disguise it. But that was not what they got. No suave, sophisticated bachelorette of a businesswoman and reputable fashion designer. No goddess-masquerading-as-a-human. Not even a femme fatale like Selina Kyle or most of Batman’s exes.

But there was a distinct observation that the kids made the moment they saw her.

Black hair, so dark that it seemed to reflect blue in the light, and clear blue eyes that were dark, vibrant, and seemed to glow with intelligence and humor, with just the slightest gray tones that hid in them grim experiences and disillusion.

She had a smile that was eerily similar to Dick’s when she laid eyes on the family and let it spread across her face. It was like the warmth of the sun, and instantly made the impersonal foyer feel cozy and welcoming. But the sharpness in her eyes as she scanned over all the people gathered, more than she expected if her eyebrow raise was any indication, was just like Tim. Too much like Tim.

She came to a stop a few feet away from the Wayne clan, and rested one hand on her waist as she popped her hip out. Jason’s attitude.

Her hair was up in a simple but elegant bun, with a braid curling around the base of it. She was small, about five foot four if their estimates were correct, and the sleek sleeves of her midnight blue dress simultaneously emphasized and disguised the lithe, corded muscle mass that seemed to flow smoothly down her arms. Not a brawler’s muscle, but an acrobat or gymnast’s. The delicate silver embroidery along the sleeves and trim of her dress, and curling around her waist like a belt of thread, was in actuality a string of bats in various flight poses interspersed with silver swirls and tiny ladybugs. Her own playful personality, it seemed, something innocent and daring and subtle all at once that didn’t quite fit any of the kids, it was solely hers.

“I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” the woman finally introduced herself, holding out her hand even as her radiant smile stayed firmly in place. When her eyes found Bruce again, they stayed there. “An old friend of your father’s. And by the way, Bruce. If you ever cut contact with me again without ever explaining yourself, I will not stay twiddling my thumbs in some other city again. I will hunt you down and get you to tell me what exactly possessed you to freeze me out, and only if it is some really good reasoning will I let you off without giving you a remedial lesson in the importance of dodging.”

Damian’s fire.

Dick looked over at Bruce, then at Marinette. She caught his eye, nodded and winked, and looked back to her old friend.

“But I do have to say, this looks suspiciously like a family we might have had if you had ever gotten up the courage to ask me out all those years ago instead of not realizing that I never specifically forbade you from visiting Paris, only heroes in general. You’re lucky I’m patient. I spent thirty years waiting to get back the Butterfly Miraculous and lock those two up for good, but making me wait twenty years to finally confess to you is a bit much, don’t you think? And adopting kids with only blue eyes and black hair is a bit on the nose, even for you.”

Scratch that, Damian’s loyalty.

Bruce really had adopted kids that reminded him of Marinette in some way, and the way he would grin or smile at Damian when he was displaying his usually subtle but steady loyalty, or the way that Bruce had almost unending tolerance for Damian’s stubbornness, it all started to make sense.

Bruce had tried building a family around the one he imagined he could have had with Marinette.

“Mari—“

“Nope. You’ve made me wait this long, you don’t even get a hug until after dinner. Then we can catch up, and you’ll take me out to dinner in a few days,” suddenly what was happening seemed to creep up on the woman, and she fidgeted. Sheepishness rose to her face, and she winced at her own words. But damn, she had imagined this day for so long, she couldn’t help but get assertive! “I mean, if you want to. I get it if you lost interest in dating me, but—“

“How about I set up a private dinner on the top of Wayne enterprises, day after tomorrow. We can even do a patrol afterwards if you’re up to it.”

His sons all facepalmed, some inwardly and some outwardly. Barbara groaned and Cass pinched the bridge of her nose. But, to their astonishment, Marinette’s smile just came back full force.

“Aww, you know I can’t resist the offer of a patrol. But just one, I want to enjoy some time off now that I’m not perpetually on-call as Paris’s main hero.”

Bruce finally grinned back, his eyes soft for the first time in a while that wasn’t directed at his kids. In way that they had never been soft towards Selina or most of his past flings.

“Just one patrol, then.”

“Sounds like a date.”

First attempt to upload this goofed and deleted the first part, so here is attempt number two! Again, Brucinette has been invading my dreams.

Apparently there is a part 2 now.

[texastheband]

Texas V Wu-Tang Clan

Interview by Steven Daly Photography by Peter Robathan Taken from The Face - December 1997

It’s the pop story of ’97, the most unlikely end to a weird year: TEXAS collaborating with the WU-TANG CLAN. First, a Scottish rock band on the verge of slip-sliding away into a tasteful obscurity was reborn via a slew of hit singles and a glut of stylish imagery. Now, in New York, their Brit-cool meets hip hop in a mutually beneficial deal. For everyone concerned, it’s all they need to get on…

Sharleen Spiteri took the call in her front hall. "Yo, Peach," growled a strange voice over transatlantic wires. The gentleman caller was none other than Ol’ Dirty Bastard, court jester of New York hip hop dynasty the Wu-Tang Clan. Apparently Mr Bastard fancied working with Spiteri and her band, Texas. It all started in August, with one of Texas’ managers discussing Land Rovers with someone called Power in New York, who turned out to be the manager of the Clan. A video of Texas’ "Say What You Want" was dispatched, and prodigiously gifted Wu-Tang chieftain RZA signed on to do a re-recording of the single for a prospective single project. Original rapper OI’ Dirty Bastard was replaced by Method Man, the next Clan member with a solo album scheduled.

The hook-up with the Wu-Tang Clan is the perfect climax to a year that’s seen Texas rise from a tumbleweed-strewn grave to grab the pole position in British Pop. A year in which Glasgow’s Sharleen Spiteri has stared out, defiantly remade and remodelled, from every magazine cover and TV show. From a media point-of-view, Texas’ – Spiteri’s – reconfiguring of music and fashion has been the year’s dream ticket. Ever since Bryan Ferry took the innovative step of getting Anthony Proce in to design Roxy Music’s wardrobe in the early seventies, successive phases of pop’s history have thrown up performers who use the fashion photographers, stylists and designers du jour to present The Package. It is these performers who most often capture the youthful mood of their time: that’s why you can see the vulgar glamour of the Seventies in the cut of Ferry’s sleazy lounge-lizard jib; the naive aspiration of the early Eighties in the box-suited and pixie-booted "style" of Spandau Ballet; and the onset of the late-Eighties mixing and matching of different cultures in Neneh Cherry’s Buffalo Stance. When we look back at 1997 we will see in Texas’ sound and vision a new mix, all to do with living the high life but keeping it real. Catwalk and street, the designer and the understated, Prada and Nike; the slick and the cred. Ten years’ gone Scottish guitar outfit and this season’s bright young labels (in both senses). The setting too, has helped. Fashion, again, is big cultural business. Clever pop stars (Goldie! Liam!) want to be seen by the runway and hanging out at fashion parties; young designers yearn to be visible on the stage or the podium (viz. Antonio Berardi’s autumn London show at Brixton Academy). Factor in a paucity of self-motivating, button-pressing, songwriting, photogenic women in British music, and you have a ready-made media phenomenon.

Sharleen Spiteri is holding court at a New York restaurant with a gang of Calvin Klein employees who’ve just accompanied her to the VH-1 Fashion Awards. The annual ceremony is a mutually convenient arrangement, a TV cluster-fuck where the music and fashion industries exchange credibility and cachet. Texas are contemplating just such an exchange themselves, having recently been given the OK by CK. (Tommy Hilfiger has also made overtures.) Spiteri is to have an audience with Klein himself; she’s already been bribed with a trunkful of CK merch, including the streaked black dress – "inspired by [the artist] Brice Marden" – she’s wearing tonight.

Someone suggests that Texas would be perfect for Fashionably Loud, an MTV special where models strut on stage as the hot bands of the moment rock out. "Forget it," quips Spiteri. "there’s only room for one star up where we play." If Spiteri were to join Kate Moss and Christy Turlington on the Calvin Klein payroll it would not, as she sees it, detract from Texas’ music. "Fashion and music have always been connected, and now more than ever," says the singer. "You couldn’t have one without the other. If there’s shit music at a runway show it just doesn’t work."

Meanwhile, there’s the songs. With "White On Blonde", Texas’ fourth album, the music takes care of itself. Radio-friendly unit-shifters abound, helped on their way by producers Mike hedges (manic Street Preachers) and Manchester’s Grand Central. The singles have been, in sequence, nu-soul fresh ("Say What You Want"), springy pop ("Halo"), Motown-sunny ("Black Eyed Boy") and winter warming ("Put Your Arms Around Me"). The B-side remixers have covered all bases in these dance-savvy late Nineties, ranging from of-the-moment talents like the Ballistic Brothers and Trailerman to old stand-bys like Andy Weatherall and 808 State. Texas, patently, lost their dancefloor cherry by cherry-picking the brightest and the best.

Of course, while the singles have all enjoyed heavy airplay and gone top ten, and while "White on Blonde" has sold two million copies (more than its two predecessors put together), the remixes haven’t necessarily helped those sales. As the go-faster stripes of credibility on the solid saloon car, though, they’ve still been essential to The Package; all part of the thoroughly modern mix.

So now, the Wu-Tang Clan. To many, though, this latest development could smack of opportunism. One group are renegade roughnecks who mythologise themselves in epic hip hop anthems; the others are fastidiously tasteful Scots with an eye for perfectly modern consensus-pop. The Wu-Tang Clan are certainly among the aesthetically correct names that Texas always drop in interviews, but can there possibly be a legitimate connection between the two? "A lot of the Wu-Tang backing tracks have the feel of soundtracks, and we’ve always gone for a cinematic sound," says Johnny McElhone, Spiteri’s genial songwriting partner and bass player. "And I’ve always liked Al Green, and they use a lot of Willie Mitchell, Al Green, that whole Hi Records sound, and make it modern. And Marvin Gaye: Method Man, in that duet with Mary J. Blige, used ‘You’re All I Need To Get By."

Having dominated the charts in Europe this year, Texas are now, logically, turning their attention to America: the country that has always inspired them, whether it’s the dusty, pseudo-roots sound of their first three albums, or the iconic-soul and post-soul sounds of Memphis and Staten Island that they give props to now; the place where success has always eluded them. Yet given the commercial momentum of "White on Blonde", their approach to the Wu-Tang Clan is surely not driven by desperation. They are, then, viewing the collaboration with a combination of fan-like wonder and disbelief.

"Method Man is just a wicked, wicked rapper," enthuses Spiteri. "I can’t wait to hear the combination of my vocals and his – I‘m really excited about it. I have a kind of sweet, virginal thing going on, and he’s got this dirty sex vibe. It could be the perfect marriage."

It’s a Saturday night in Manhattan, and ten storeys above Times Square, Sharleen Spiteri sits on the floor of a recording studio, tinkering with her latest high-tech gadget, a Philips computer about the size of a TV remote. Across the street, three ten-foot high electronic ticker-tapes provide testimony to Monday’s stockmarket crash. No matter how much Spiteri plays with her new toy, there’s still that nagging worry: what if the Wu-Tang Clan won’t show? They’re supposed to be on a tour bus returning from a gig in Washington, DC today, but these, after all, are the original masters of disaster. The crew whose normal modus operandi seems to be chaos. The band that recently quit a national tour because only five of the nine members could be relied upon to turn up.

The studio has been booked since six, so Spiteri and McElhone breathe signs of relief when RZA and his posse finally roll in around ten. Among the dozen-strong throng, they’re surprised to see Wu-Tang member Reakwon, a stout fellow with a Mercedes cap and a Fort Knox of gold dental work. Several cigars are hollowed out, their contents replaced with weed; bottles of Cristal champagne and Hennessy are passed around as the air grows thick with smoke.

Half an hour later, method Man makes his entrance. Stooped over, he looks deceptively short – maybe only six-four in his Hilfiger fleece hoodie. "I’m John-John," he tells Sharleen, referring to his alias, Johnny Blaze. Pulling out the big blunt from behind his ear, Method Man considers the job at hand. "She got a nice voice," drawls the laconic giant. "This band not exactly my type of listening material, but they going in the right direction, if you ask me, by fucking with us. I’m waiting for RZA to put down a beat, hear how the vocals sound melded with the track before I come with ideas. I’m one of those guys."

As his friends get on with the serious business of partying, RZA goes to work, feeding a succession of sample-laden discs into a sampler. He has a diffident, genius-at-work charisma about him as he sits with his back to the room, keyboard at side. With a flick of his prodigiously ringed hand he reaches out and conjures up a brutal bassline. The speakers pulse violently. RZA takes a sip of Hennessy. "Record this, right here!" he tells the bewildered-looking engineer.

RZA has decided to dispense with the original master tapes, shipped over from Britain. He wants a completely new version, recorded rough-and-ready without the standard safety net of a time-code. This convention-trashing, wildstyle approach to recording elicits some consternation from the studio’s engineer, a central-casting white guy who warns RZA: "You won’t be able to synch to this, you know." RZA waves him away and turns to Johnny McElhone. "This riff is in E," McElhone tells RZA. "Maybe we should try it in the original key, D." "What are you saying? I understand no keys," says RZA. "You want me to sing the whole song straight through?" asks Spiteri, trying to divine RZA’s intentions. He orders the lights turned down, and offers Sharleen some herbal inspiration. She politely declines and walks to the vocal booth. "What’s her name? Sheree?" asks RZA as Spiteri warms up. The engineer wants to know if he should maybe start recording. "Always record everything!" exclaims RZA. "Ready, get set, go! Play and record, play and record!" Spiteri rattles of a perfect new version of ‘Say What You Want’, grooving along by herself and passionately acting out every word, even the ones borrowed from Marvin Gaye’s ‘Sexual Healing". Now it’s time for Method Man, who at this point is so herbally inspired that he can hardly open his eyes. He jumps up and lopes around the main room, running off his newly written rhymes and clutching a bottle of Crystal. Method walks up to the mic and opens his mouth, and that treacly baritone sets a typically morbid scene: "Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest…" The Texas duo just look at each other, shaking their heads in awe.

The hours and the rhymes pass. Around 6am, things are starting to get a little weird. As Method Man snoozes on the sofa, RZA bounces off the walls, dancing like a dervish. "These are the new rhythms," he yells. "These are the new dances from Africa. I learned them when I was there last week!" McElhone and Spiteri crack up. The engineer probably wishes he were in Africa right now; he further draws RZA’s ire by making a mistake as he runs off some rough cassettes. As everyone says goodbye, RZA decides that he’s taking the studio’s sampler – he already has two of the $3,500 items, but at this point it’s all about the wind-up. The engineer, though, having last seen the end of his tether a good few hours ago, has had enough. By the commencement of office hours that morning, the rest of the session will have been cancelled and the band and Clan banned from this studio.

After a few frantic phone calls later that morning, a studio is found that is prepared to let the Wu-Tang Clan through the door. With one precondition: only two of them are allowed in the studio. Now it’s midnight, and four-fifths of Texas watch a trio of RZA-hired session men go through their paces. They shift effortlessly through a handful of soul and funk styles, and the Scots mutter approval. These are the kind of players that are so good they can get away with wearing questionable knitwear.

Soon, another couple of Wus pop in. Then another couple. In the control room RZA orders up a bottle of Hennessy and talks about hearing "Say What You Want" for the first time. "I didn’t fully understand the sound of it," admits the soft-spoken maestro. "It was obviously a popular song, a radio song, and my sound is the total opposite. But I thought that the artist had something, so I thought: "Let’s take her and rock her to my beat."

"Sweet soul, that’s what her stuff sounded like to me. Smooth. It reminded me of the Seventies: in those days, they did songs that would fit anywhere. If you went to a club getting high it would fit; if you was cleaning up your house it would fit. That’s when you’ve got a real great song right there." Whether or not "Say What You Want" is a great song, it’s not quite coming together tonight. Despite the best offers of the studio management, a full complement of Wu posse members ended up in the house. As the night drags on the trio of musicians don’t get with the track, and by eight the following morning there is little in the way of usable material. But everyone stays upbeat. Texas will work on the track in Glasgow, and send it back to RZA to finish, along with a new song based around one of his samples. After vowing to stay in touch, everyone stumbles out into the Manhattan morning light together, the Scots with an American name, and the Clan without a tartan.

From a distance the collaboration will continue. But it’s only a different kind of distance. Culturally, creatively, the gap between the Wu-Tang Clan and the old twang clan is considerable. Yet so it goes, this cross-cultural exchange programme. Whether it’s The Stones copping blues movies, Bowie digging the Philadelphia Sound, Lisa Stansfield getting soulful with Barry White, Sting getting doleful with Puff Daddy… Whether it’s Todd Terry reviving Everything But The Girl or Armand Van Helden making Sneaker Pimps the unwitting jumpstarters of speed garage, naked opportunism and risk-taking innovation have always been confused. Now, with genres blurred and tricknology proceeding apace, anything is possible and everything is permitted. Perhaps it is this, the sheer unlikeliness, that makes the Texas-Wu experiment the most illuminating collaboration of the year. Whether it works or not.

"If you play her stuff in a club, everybody be dancing, but it’s a clear room and you can see everybody’s face," RZA reflects on the departing Sharleen Spiteri. "But if you play mine, the room is smoky." And perhaps it is here, among the clouds and the clarity, between the smoke and the mirrors, where a new sound and vision lies.

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[sassyshoulderangel319]

Sleepover Date

I like the ASMR recordings so I figured I’d write 3,171 words of what led up to Kiro’s because... what can I say, I was wondering what would lead up to it and I love the guy XD He and Victor are my two favorites

Previous MLQC writings: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

My phone vibrated early Friday morning. I groaned with complaint and swatted around at my bedside table to find it. Once I found it, I peeked through my closed eyelids to see its bright screen with an even brighter smile and eyes on the Caller ID photo.

“Mornin’ Kiro,” I mumbled.

“Good morning, Miss Chips!” His happy tone was a little aggravating this early.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“Oh. Sorry. Did I wake you up?”

“Yeah but you only beat my alarm by four minutes.”

“Okay. Sorry again. I forget that you don’t have to wake up for a morning workout.”

“Thank the heavens,” I muttered. “So, what’s up? To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?”

He giggled like a schoolboy through the phone. “I was just wondering if you’d like to have a sleepover tonight!”

“Uh… what?”

“A sleepover! I’ll come pick you up after work and we’ll eat junk food and watch movies and just hang out, y’know? As friends. I haven’t done something fun like that in years.”

I blinked, brain slowly catching up to me. “Uh, Kiro?”

“Yes?”

“We’re, uh, we’re twenty-two,” I pointed out.

“So what? That means we can’t have a fun sleepover?” Kiro asked, sharper than I thought he’d be.

“Uh… I guess not.”

“So you’ll come over tonight?”

“Sure,” I said.

I could hear the celebratory tone of his voice as he cried out, “Yes! Text me when you get home from work. By the time I make it to your place from mine you should have enough time to throw an overnight bag together, right?”

“Probably, if you don’t mind me being super casual.”

“Mind? Why on Earth would I mind? Heck, I welcome it! I’m gonna be one-hundred-percent casual too! Oh this is going to be great! We can put the couch cushions on the floor like we’re little kids and just have a good time!” He sounded so happy that I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Okay. I’m excited now. I’ll see you tonight,” I said.

“See you tonight!” He giggled again and hung up.

I set my phone back on the bedside table and hopped out of bed. I pulled on a more casual outfit for a Friday and threw a few things onto my bed that I could pack when I got home after work.

Once I ate breakfast and finished getting ready, I rushed out the door and headed for the office. A sleepover. With Kiro. Oh my word. This was either going to be insanely fun, or a disaster. Probably the former, but sometimes stuff happened. I was really looking forward to a sleepover.

It was kind of amusing—thousands of die-hard fans only dreamt of having a sleepover with Kiro at his house and I actually got to do it. Because we were friends.

Real friends.

All day I could barely focus on work. Neither could anyone else—it was Friday—but I was too excited for tonight. Victor noticed in my over-the-phone report that I seemed distracted and decided before I could even explain that I was just looking forward to some plans for tonight he decided that we’d finish the report on Monday.

Even better. One less task and no berating.

The day passed quickly after that.

Before I knew it, my phone was to my ear.

“Miss Chips!” Kiro greeted brightly.

“Hey! I just walked out of my building, so I’ll be home soon and then packed. I just thought I’d give you a little extra heads-up.”

“Aw! So thoughtful! Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe and sound and home and then I’ll leave to come get you so you have time to pack!”

“Sounds like a plan. See you soon!”

“See you soon! Aw man, I am so excited for tonight!”

I laughed. “Me too. Thanks for the invite!”

“Of course!”

I was on Cloud Nine all the way back to my apartment. When I got there, I texted Kiro that I was home safe and packing up. I got back a string of emojis that seemed to be mostly of the happy and excited variety.

Once at home, I changed into a more comfortable set of clothes and got started.

While I packed my overnight bag, I listened to one of his albums in the old CD player I kept on the floor of my closet. There was something fun about CDs that I just didn’t get with my phone. They didn’t feel quite the same to listen to. Sure phone audio in my headphones sounded clearer than my slightly-fuzzy old CD player speakers, but with the CD player I felt like I was a kid again—before phones were so commonplace.

I sang along and giggled to myself as I packed. Pajamas, change of clothes for tomorrow, toiletries, some snacks, a book, a couple of my favorite movies, water bottle, hairbrush, all the normal sleepover stuff. I also threw in a pack of cards in case we wanted to play a card game.

Though I was positive that with money like his, Kiro probably owned a deck of cards. Still. I liked mine. They were soft and easy to shuffle after years of use.

I was in the middle of singing the chorus to one of Kiro’s songs when I heard an excited knock at the door. I shut the music off and rushed over to peek through the peephole. I figured only one person I knew would be that excited, but I imagined Gavin might also share some enthusiasm when he was in a good mood.

But no. A head of gold hair was standing out in the hallway. I yanked the door open. “Hi!” I greeted.

“Hey there, Miss Chips!” Kiro greeted brightly, giving me a hug. “You all ready?”

“Yup. Let me grab my bag—”

“Now. What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you do that?” Kiro teased.

I snorted. “That sounds like an excuse to go in my bedroom,” I joked. Kiro’s ears turned a vibrant shade of red.

“N-no! That’s—that’s totally not what I meant!”

But I just kept laughing, my own face going red. “I knooow. I’m just playing around. Let me grab it out of my room and then, if you really want, you can help me with it. But I can totally handle it on my own. There’s barely anything in it apart from the obvious sleepover supplies.”

Kiro laughed too, slightly more awkward than mine. “Oh. Okay,” he said.

I went to my room and grabbed my bag, hauling it off my bed and rolling it out into the main room. Kiro was standing just inside the doorway looking around.

“Is that a cello?” He pointed to the instrument near my window.

“Yup,” I replied.

“I didn’t know you played.”

I shrugged. “I’m better at piano but my cello tends to attract fewer complaints from my neighbors. I have a keyboard with headphones in my room for when I want to play piano.”

Kiro glanced at the door I’d come out of. “You can come play at my place any time you want, if you want! I have a real piano that you can play to your heart’s content!”

I smiled. “You’re sweet, Kiro. Thank you. I’ll probably take you up on that. Electronic keyboards aren’t the same.”

“I agree. Now come on.” He swiped my rolling bag’s handle from my hand and offered me his other elbow before I could complain. “Shall we set out on our grand sleepover adventure?”

I laughed, looping my arm through his. “We shall!”

Stepping out, I locked the door behind me—

And heard a familiar voice that wasn’t Kiro’s asking my name.

Once the key was out of the lock I turned around, other hand still on Kiro’s arm. “Hi Lucien! This is a friend of mine. We’re just going to, uh…” How was I meant to say “have a sleepover” without sounding like a kid? If I even brought up the word “sleepover” in Victor’s presence—heaven forbid—I’d never hear the end of it. Lucien was a little more understanding, but still, I liked to have some dignity.

“I’m a musician,” Kiro cut in. “We’re going to my place to record her playing the piano.”

I squeezed his elbow in thanks.

Lucien seemed vaguely curious. “Sounds like an enjoyable activity. I hope you have a good time.” That last sentence was directed entirely at me—like Kiro didn’t even exist. Since Kiro was usually the center of attention, I wondered if he was irritated or relieved that Lucien wasn’t paying him any attention at all.

“We will. Thanks. See you later, Lucien!” I said as Kiro and I resumed our walk to the elevator. I waved over my shoulder. Lucien waved back. The elevator doors closed and cut off our view.

I sighed in relief.

“Whew. Thanks. Lucien’s an understanding guy but trying to explain a sleepover to my neighbor when we’re both adults just seemed… awkward,” I said.

Kiro couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. “Yeah, that’s why I said we were gonna record and I threw in the piano because… I’ve never heard you sing.”

I made a face as we reached the ground floor. “I’m okay at singing but I’m a much better pianist.”

“Well, you’ll have to sing for me tonight and I’ll be the judge of that,” he teased as we left my building and got in his car.

The drive to his house took a while, but we laughed and chatted the whole way so it didn’t feel that long. Kiro drove markedly slower than Victor did. Victor always seemed to speed everywhere. Kiro didn’t appear to be in any sort of rush. He followed the speed limit signs anyway. And he didn’t needle me for looking at him a lot. Especially when he was talking. Victor would have needled—“You’re looking at my face. Why?” Or something along those lines.

Kiro was very different. Friendly, open, sunshiney.

When we got to his house—villa—he got the door for me and got my bag before leading me inside. He had a nice, warmly-decorated interior. Sure it was spacious—I could probably fit most of my apartment in the foyer alone—but it didn’t have a cold, minimalistic, white look to it that other fancy mansions I’d seen on TV and been in for work had.

His was decorated in pale yellows and other complementary shades, giving the atmosphere a warm homeliness.

“Your place is so pretty!” I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out.

Kiro just chuckled. “Thanks! I didn’t do any of the interior designing but I did say I didn’t want it to feel empty. So there’s stuff everywhere.”

I glanced over at him playfully. “And… where’s Key’s secret room?”

He laughed. “Oh, Key doesn’t need one,” he said. “None of Key’s electronics are suspicious enough that they can’t be stored out in the open. Because Key isn’t an amateur.” He ruffled my hair teasingly—then sobered up. “Okay, no, but seriously, I don’t keep much equipment. Don’t really need to.” He shrugged and changed the subject. “Anyway! Lounge is through here. I got out some snacks. I also thought we could order pizza or something.” He led me through a double glass door with gossamer curtains on the other side to a nice, warm-toned lounge room.

It was decorated in creams and with red accents like throw pillows. I smiled upon seeing it.

“Your house is so beautiful.”

The tips of Kiro’s ears went red. “Thanks,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

I smiled. “My pleasure.” I plopped onto the creamy sofa and looked around casually. “So. What movies did you have in mind to watch tonight? I don’t have any particular preference as long as it’s not gory or gross and it might be fun to go on a run to the store to rent one and—what? Why are you staring at me like I just stabbed a cake with a pencil?”

“You can rent movies?!” Kiro demanded.

I blinked, confused. “Uh… yeah. It’s cheaper than buying them and when you have no intention of watching a movie more than once it’s really the best option. You didn’t know that?”

“No!”

My posture slouched. “Oh. Well. Okay,” I said, unsure of how else to respond to that without sarcastic contempt for privileged lifestyles that allow someone to just outright buy a movie they’re going to watch once and then never again.

Kiro dropped onto the sofa next to me and grabbed my shoulders. “Let’s do it! Let’s rent a movie!”

His innocent excitement made me laugh. “Okay, okay. Let’s just make sure you don’t look like you so no one mobs you at a supermarket movie rental kiosk.”

“Definitely! Let me go get my disguise stuff!” He hopped to his feet and ran out of the lounge room.

“You’re not wearing a teddy bear costume to the supermarket, okay?!” I called after him.

“No duh!” he shouted back.

Shaking my head in amusement, I pulled out my phone and started looking up new movies we could rent. Somewhere else in the villa, I could hear Kiro bustling around in a hurry, knocking stuff over with quiet exclamations of, “Shoot!”

After a few minutes, he reappeared in the lounge room, wearing a pair of hipster glasses, a dark outfit, and a floppy beanie over his bright hair. “How do I look?” He beamed at me, spreading his hands out and giving me a spin like he was showing off a concert look to his stylist.

“Decidedly not like the Kiro that gets mobbed by fans the second he exits the door,” I teased.

Kiro pumped his fist in the air. “Bullseye!”

I laughed. “Let’s get going, you dork.”

“You know what will really throw people off from believing I’m Kiro,” he remarked as we headed out of the lounge. Before I could even open my mouth to ask what would make him look different, he reached out and took my hand. “Holding your hand. As far as the world knows, I am single as a Pringle, baby!” His giggle made me laugh as we wandered out of the door.

He opened the door to the car for me and helped me in before circling the car and ducking into the driver’s side.

We drove to the store, chatting and laughing all the way.

“I hope I can say this without sounding weird,” I began, “but I really love hanging out with you.”

Kiro shot me a quick glance before returning his gaze to the road. There was a sparkle in his eyes. As usual. “Me too. You’re, like, the only normal part of my life. And even then… we’re both Evolvers. But you’re rarely hustling me around sets or concert venues or nagging after me like my manager does. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate his hard work but I always feel like I can relax around you. And just be me. Not my public face. Heck, you even know about Key.” He gave me another quick look, this one accompanied by a sly smile. “I really love hanging out with you too,” he added.

I smiled at him. “I’m glad. Did I sound weird?”

“Not at all. I’d hope that at this point we’d be close enough friends that you could admit you actually like being around me.” He laughed at his own joke—prompting me to join in. “That’s kinda the point of being friends, right?”

I nodded. “Right.”

***

A pair of strong arms scooped me up from where I was half-dozing on the sofa cushions on the floor. A gentle rocking sensation alerted my brain that whoever had picked me up was walking. And by “whoever,” I mean Kiro. Because there was no one else in the house besides us two. My brain was just slow at processing when it was sleepy.

After a few moments of the rocking, I was placed gently on a soft mattress.

Footsteps moved away from me.

“Kiro… stay…” I mumbled. “Please?”

There was a pause. Footsteps returned.

“Still don’t want to sleep?” His voice was tired and soft, but I could sense his usual energy and enthusiasm behind it. “If you don’t want to sleep… how ‘bout we find something to do?”

My brain activity picked up enough to register the question. I nodded.

“Well… what do you want to do?”

I thought for a moment. What did I want to do? It felt like we’d done everything that classic sleepovers involved. Kiro continued before I could answer after a moment of silence.

“Wanna play games? Or… wanna hear me sing?”

I definitely didn’t miss the flirtatious tone to that second question, but was too out of it to be embarrassed.

“I always wanna hear you sing,” I said.

Kiro smiled, but then his expression fell. “But… we seem to do those pretty often…”

I hummed in agreement. There was a long pause between the two of us while we thought up ideas for what to do. It was late and we were both tired, but apparently not tired enough to sleep. Kiro perched on the edge of the bed he’d set me in and settled comfortably.

“How about…” he began. “Let’s do something else.”

“No duh, Sherlock,” I muttered under my breath. He didn’t seem to hear me.

“Oh I know,” he said, softly, as though a glimmer of light illuminated a perfect idea, “read poetry?” His face leaned in close to mine. “Do you want to hear some?”

I hummed thoughtfully. I’d really rather hear him sing, but if he was determined to do something else, poetry was the next-best thing.

“Sure,” I mumbled.

He smiled. “Okay, okay. Let me look…” He trailed off. I felt him get off the bed and walk over to the other side. I heard him pour a glass of water and set it on the bedside next to me before going to look at a shelf on the wall. I barely processed his noise as he looked for some poetry to read.

After a minute or two—time was hard to tell when I was so tired—he came back, sitting on the edge of the bed again. He flipped through a few pages, some faster than others, looking through the book.

“Oh! This one is good,” he said, enthusiastic but quiet. He giggled. “Okay! Ask me why I picked this one!”

“Why did you pick this one?” I mumbled.

“Because this poem… it expresses how I feel…” His voice went from speaking low to a whisper. He scooted closer and gathered me to him. “And now, holding you in my arms, I will read you this poem.”

He paused. Probably for dramatic effect, and took a deep breath.

“Let’s start. You may not believe I have often imagined you…”

[writingsofmyimagination]

My Prince

Summary: You couldn’t think of a better surprise for Xmas.

This was part of the BTS Smut Club Secret Santa Project! :) 

It was lots of fun to do something different.

Jimin x Reader One Shot

Words:2578

Warnings:Smut ;P(F&M recieving), Oral Sex, Penetration, Swearing, BDSM, Sub!Jimin, Dom Reader, Breath play.

A/N: This is the first dom reader I’ve done so comments welcome. Have a sub Jungkook fic all finished and on the way soon :)

Happy Reading Army

-          I hate that I couldn’t be with you today princess, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow xxx – 17:45

You smiled lazily before replying

 -          I can’t either baby. Have a safe flight Xxxx – 17:47

It was Christmas day and you’d spent it solo. This was only a minor complaint, Christmas is only special when it’s spent with loved ones; most of which were over 5000miles away. A job offer of a lifetime at the Korean National Contemporary Dance Company had you easily swayed to relocate to Seoul and leave your family and friends back in England. Even your boyfriend wasn’t in the country, he’d be flying back tomorrow. You were currently in a taxi on route to the hotel where they guys would be checking into tomorrow before the end of year awards shows began.

The hotel lobby was in a word luxurious. The light grey breccia marble floor finish along with the matching roman like pillars scattered through the room definitely added class. A chandelier had been proudly hung in the centre of the room to welcome guests with elegance, it was bejewelled with diamond shaped cuts of glass or actual diamond you wouldn’t know the difference. You made your way past the extensive waiting area with neatly placed furniture and halted in front of the receptionist desk placing your handbag on top of your suitcase and fished around for your purse.

“Name please” the receptionist asked pleasantly with a smile to match her tone.

“YL/N” you smiled. The tapping of the keyboard began and stopped almost just as quickly.

“Perfect, ID please” your ID was in front of her before she even finished asking for it.

“Thank you” she said before taking it and running it through the electronic scanner. Writing on a small slip of card before she slipped my ID and the card and key over the desk.

“Room 407, elevators just to your left, enjoy your stay, if you have any requests please just let us know” her face was bright and beamed sincerity. Her brightness was infectious and had you smiling back equally as bright

“Thank you so much”.

 The hallway walls were surprisingly plain apart from in built lights angled both up and down creating light hourglass beams on the walls, the hourglasses illuminating the way down the corridor, the floor still  was mostly covered with a spotless red carpet leaving the marble to only peek out at the sides.

    The door opened with a light click. There was a small hallway as you walked in obscuring any view of the actual room. You removed your shoes immediately, half way down the hall way was a half oval table pressed against the wall. Atop of the table was a small Christmas tree neatly decorated with silver and blue tinsel. There was a folded card next to it addressed to you. Wow this hotel was fancy you thought to yourself. After hooking your leather jacket on a peg you picked up the note.

-          I wasn’t about to let you spend Christmas alone,

-J

                                             Your excitement blossomed from nowhere upon recognising the handwriting. You curiously walked past the hallway and into a room of beauty.

Directly in front of you was a red mahogany writing desk on top of which was a sprinkling of presents; the desk was pushed up to a floor to wall window which carried on for the length of the room apart from a walled section in the middle. A generously large flat screen TV was attached to the walled section, In the right hand corner were two single armchairs patterned in gold on a chocolate brown background with a small table sat in between. Next to the seating the seating area was a door revealing the further rooms you assumed to be the wardrobe and bathroom. What really drew your attention wasn’t the glamour of the room showered with Christmas decorations nor the breath-taking view of Seoul at night with its sea of lights, like glitter thrown across the whole city. The sight of Jimin on his knees facing the bed, in nothing but his black Calvin Klein’s and a black leather chest harness; one which you hadn’t seen before. It was gladiator style with thicker straps resting over his shoulders, at the back it neatly crossed into an x- shape with a large silver O-ring at the crossroads of the central straps. His head was tilted forward, his soft ash blonde hair hanging obscuring his face.

   The battle of lust and awe began raging within you, he was so sweet and had obviously flown back early to spend Christmas night with you but with him so willing to submit and looking like that there was only ever going go to be one victor of that war.

“You do know how to amaze and surprise me Park Jimin” you praised. “So you want to play huh?” you asked, your tone naturally slipping into a dominant tone.

“Yes Noona”

“Well firstly stand up and turn around, I want to see how beautiful you look for me)”

He obediently followed your instructions. The straps ran under his arms over his shoulders and met just below his pecks where there was another ring which joined then and a further piece of leather sat horizontally joining those two O-rings. You bit your bottom bit fully absorbing the view, his eager to please doe eyes, his appetizing pecs and abs and oh my god those thighs.

“Do you like it” he asked shyly waiting for approval of the new harness.

“I love it baby, you certainly know how to spoil a girl” you tugged at one of the rings desperate to have his hands canvasing your skin. Your hands tangled in his hair and naturally made a firm fist, his hands went straight to the curve of your back before slipping down and pulled you even harder against him. You broke contact momentarily and flung off your shirt before attaching to those perfect plump lips.The ache between your legs spiking the instant your skin touched.

“I think you still need your punishment” Jimin looked at you flustered for a moment before realisation swept his expression and dragged his eyes to the floor.

“Tell me again what you did”

“I touched myself without your permission”

“And why did you do that?”

“Because I just needed to feel you so bad”

“Well I think you can lose that privilege today for being such a greedy boy”

“On the bed! And wait” you barked and retraced your route back to your bag and fished out his collar and a long silk black wrap. Your face was a picture of delight, you rarely restrained his hands; losing the ability to have his hands on you was torture for him. The excitement of knowing he was going to be begging and writhing beneath you was exhilarating and everything you wanted.

“Noona!” he whined as his eyes caught a glimpse of the silk.

“Don’t whine! You know what happens when you whine. You did this to yourself” your eyes shot an officious glare in his direction, you teasingly stripped down leaving just an opal blue lingerie set for his eyes. You clambered onto the bed and secured the O-ring leather collar around his neck before you shoved him onto his back forcefully earning a breathy grunt from him. You straddled his waist flexed your finger to the ceiling asking for his wrists. His bottom lip pouted out as he offered his hands to you.

“Good boy, now if you’re loud enough and behave for your noona she might let you cum today” you secured his wrists and shoved them above his head. The thin layer of fabric separating your heat from his boxers was already soaked through with your arousal. This boy affected you ridiculously. A chimera of frustration and lust blew his eyes and pupils wide as he watched you ghost your own fingertips over the swell of your breasts carrying his gaze all the way down dipping your hands under the band of your underwear. A sigh spilled from your lips, your fingers tracing delicate circles around your clit. Jimin huffed in annoyance and dropped his head to the bed with a soft thud. “Eyes on me!”

His cock twitched beneath you, nudging your hips into teasing action.

“These could be your fingers, but you had to misbehave” you breathed “I’m so wet for you”

“Y/N please don’t tease” he whined trying to shift his weight to ease the discomfort of his erection.

You ignored his plea, shifted from his straddling his waist to his thigh. Your hands enclosed around his forearms bringing your face nearer to his purposely avoiding his attention starved lips.

“I’m going to ride your incredible thighs until I’m cumming all over them and you won’t even be able to help” you whispered before catching his earlobe in between your teeth and tugging gently. When your hips starting grinding into the firmness of his thighs you breathed moans which got caught in your throats as you pressed your lips to his demanding his reciprocation which he gave instantly. Your nails dug lightly into his arms as you rode your way to your peak.

“Jimin, ah, you feel so good, I bet you wish I was riding your cock right about now” you panted trying to maintain coherent speech while your head clouded over with ecstasy.

“Ah, I do noona, it’s so hard it’s painful. My cock needs to be filling you up baby” his words in combination with his whiney tone flew you over the edge soaring through your climax, your legs muscles tensing constricting around his thigh.

“You look so sexy when you cum noona, please let me be inside you, please let me cum” he begged desperation mirrored in his eyes beautifully. You sat back and pretended to ponder over his plea.

“If you make me cum with that tongue of yours I’ll give you what you want” you bargained, you was never going to not even though he deserved but it was Christmas and he’d surprised you so sweetly.

“Thank you so much noona, I love how you taste I hate not being able to feel you” he breathed brightly with relief.

“Just be quiet and fuck me with that tongue” you barked yanking his arms over to rest on his front positioning your legs either side of his head.

“Now no touching yourself!” you warned lowering yourself lightly. His tongue lapped up your arousal and cum as if there had been a severe drought, you cried having to stabilise yourself against the headboard, throwing your head down and seeing his eyes, ravenous and focused in front of him. The tip of his tongue teasing your entrance before torturously slowly licking up and taking your clit into his mouth sucking. You tilted yourself into his tongue, normally he’d have his arms locked around your thighs with his fingers digging harshly into your skin.

“I love how good you are” you started, his pace slowed to long precious licks holding you by a thread from falling.

“Don’t tea…” in the middle of your command his tongue stiffened and swept aggressively side to side knocking you into a moaning, pulsing mess. One of your hands shot down to knot amongst his hair as your orgasm dissipated flooding your system with oxytocin.

You climbed off, really focused on not letting your legs buckle from under you. Stood looming over him like a work of art.

“Look at you all frustrated with my cum all over your face” his chin was glistening with his incredible work.

“Tell me what it is want you and noona will take care of it, tell me what you thought about when you misbehaved and touched yourself” you re-joined him back on the bed and slipping of his boxers holding eye contact.

“You riding me” he uttered almost soundless.

“You have to be louder and more specific than that baby” your lips hitched into a smirk as he went to speak and you enclosed your mouth around his tip and swept off the pre cum with your tongue. The desperate whine that escaped his lips crawled viciously down your spine setting off an unforgiving ache at your core; no one had ever affected you like he did, it drove you wild.

“I … I want you to ride me with your hands around my throat, please I need to cum noona” the desperation more evident with each word. You didn’t say a word, you just moved into position and sunk down onto him slowly relishing being filled. His head rolled back along with his eyes and a relieved animalistic groan fighting passed his lips.

“Feels so…good” he breathed

“Is this what you want baby?” your wrapped your hand round his neck, thumb on the right side and your remaining fingers on the left side, you pressed gently on his carotid arteries and simultaneously clenched your pelvic muscles around him. He was so completely lost in you he couldn’t respond straight away.

“oh god yes” he finally panted

“You’re not even going to last long are you, you desperate boy. You still need my permission to cum” speaking was becoming increasingly more difficult for you as-well as you hurried the speed at which your hips oscillated. He wasn’t going to disagree with you, you knew his body like you knew your own and he was doing his best to stop himself. You stilled on him, sensing his impending release. He grunted and groaned in protest and total frustration. You gave him a few seconds to compose his breathing, the thin layer of sweat across his forehead now held strands of his hair captive in its moisture. You resumed your movement but you kept it agonizingly slow to not send him or you for that matter past the point of control; still alternating loose and tight grips around his throat.

“Noona…fuck!...please” he hissed

“That’s pathetic, I know you can beg much better than that” you panted.

“Noona, please let me cum, you feel too good, please ride my cock until I’m crying out your name, I want your pussy clenching around me milking me of everything I have, fuck…please noona I can’t” his voice wavered, sounding like a radio station whose connection has started to have frequent drop outs. His desperate appeal had your core bursting, wanting to avalanche but you maintained control by a thread.

“Fuck, I love how you beg!” you untied his hands teetering on the brink, pinned his hands under yours at the side of his head “Cum for noona” you managed in between desperate gasps for air, before you started your started movements his hips bucked harshly slamming himself into you hurriedly chasing his own pleasure. You clenched your muscles around him voluntarily dragging him into release, his face an image of beauty, pleasure etched into every inch of it. His head rolled back against the bed “Y/N” he cried, a tear raced down his face. You fell off the edge joining him in filling the room with moans and sharing in his breathlessness.

“Thank you baby, happy Christmas” he panted gratefully, he mustered the energy to comatose you with the sweetness of his smile. You chuckled lightly, kissing his forehead like it was a precious gemstone.

“Merry Christmas my prince, I’ll go run a bath and give you one of my massages”

[gpafour]

jikook fic: unexpected

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

soooo ytd i did mention i would try to upload my fic here in hopes to get more feedback on how i can improve ;; since i’ll reach a different group of audience here as on ao3. 

I didnt have a beta so lmk if there were any errors, i’ll probably come back to write them again. It’s a one shot and honestly 6k of pure filth, my first smut lmao. Well. with that said, lets go. 

SUMMARY “You alright there?” Jimin asked. “N-no, yes, n—, I’m okay.” Jeongguk stutters. Jimin smirks again and starts advancing towards Jeongguk. “Are you nervous?”

“N—” he started.“I caught you staring at my ass,” another step closer to Jeongguk.

or jikook fic where run!bts ep 47 jungkook meets run!bts ep 45&47 jimin

This was not what Jeongguk was expecting.

“Fuck, it’s so hot.” Jeongguk grumbles as he pulled his shirt off him.

June. Summer has arrived – it was nearly 38 degrees out; the heat radiating into his living room. It was finally his day off. Jeongguk groans as he plopped down onto his sofa, an ice-cold glass of beer in his hand and a bag of chips in another. He sighs. It had been a long, arduous month.

With the recent manpower cut, his supervisor, Namjoon, started piling tons of paperwork on Jeongguk’s desk. He had been working continuously and twice as many shifts as before; it was definitely tiring him out.

All he wants right now was to enjoy his day off doing nothing. Jeongguk picks up the remote control and switches the TV on. Sweat droplets and condensation from his beer trickle down his torso, fuck, the heat is unforgiving. He bore his eyes into the electronic box in front of him, eyes drooping close.

The doorbell rings, jostling Jeongguk awake from his nap. Reluctantly, Jeongguk opened his eyes, bringing his hand up to shield them from the rays of the harmful sun. Once he is able to focus, Jeongguk takes in his surroundings. The sun is setting, and the TV is showing the reruns of an old cliché drama. The doorbell chimes, again.

“Who is it?” Jeongguk groans, slightly annoyed at whoever is at the door, having woken him up from his slumber. He took a swing of his beer, now lukewarm. “Ugh, gross.” He grumbled as he slams the glass back down onto the coffee table.

“Delivery for Jeon Jeongguk-ssi!”

Jeongguk makes his way to his front door, pulls it open and was met with a shock. Standing right on his door was the most beautiful man Jeongguk had ever laid his eyes upon. The man, not much taller than himself, stood next to a package resting on a trolley. He donned a blue vest over his black T-shirt with a pair of matching sweatpants. The owner of the voice has blonde locks tucked underneath his black cap, low enough to protect from the sun but also high enough to expose his eyes, so brown and so mesmerising.

“Good afternoon! I’m here to make a delivery for….” the delivery boy voice fades as he looked up from the receipts in his hands. Jeongguk caught his eyes scanning Jeongguk’s body as if he was a prey ready to be eaten, he averted his gaze hurriedly. The delivery boy lifted a pointed finger, directly at a shirtless Jeongguk.

“What are – oh shit, sorry, be right back!” Jeongguk sputtered. He runs back into his apartment, leaving a startled blonde on his doorstep, in search for the piece of clothing he threw off hours ago. Jeongguk found the white item draped across on his dining chair, hastily put it on and made his way back to the door.

“Sorry, I – it – the weather was unbearable.” Jeongguk mumbled with his head lowered, hand reaching over to scratch the back of his neck.

“It’s alright,” the delivery boy singsongs and Jeongguk’s heart pings, thankful to have such sweet melody graced his ears.

“So, I have a package, you said?” Jeongguk started, hoping to change the topic as quickly as possible, hoping to forget the embarrassing incident that happened seconds before.

The delivery boy stares at the receipt in his hands, “You ordered a full-length mirror from IKEA, scheduled to be delivered today, is that right?”

“Oh, yes, that’s right, c’mon in.” Jeongguk confirms, as he stood aside and made way for the blonde to wheel his package in.

“Where should I place it?”

“By the dining table is fine, here let me help you.”

After a gruesome 10 minutes of ripping off the package, plastic covering and tapes, Jeongguk got his full-length mirror placed nicely by the dining table. The mirror is beautiful, rose gold borders with intricate carvings resting on a sturdy stand, reflecting light off the sun, illuminating the dark dining area.

Jeongguk stood up, dusting his shorts, and then proceeds to wipe his face with his shirt. He looked over towards the delivery boy. He had his vest removed, exposing his now soaked black top that clings to his body, showing off his physique. Despite being smaller than Jeongguk, he observed that the man has well-defined pectorals and arms.

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“No, it’s okay, I have one more delivery to complete after this.” The blonde replied as he puts on his vest.

“C’mon just one glass of water, I’m sure after all that moving and this stupid heat, you must be thirsty. A glass won’t hurt.”

The blonde hums in response, contemplating as if Jeongguk’s asking a lot of him, before giving in.

“Well then, ice water will do, thanks.”

Jeongguk smiled at his little victory, beckoning the blonde to follow him to his kitchen. Jeongguk poured two glasses of water, one for himself and one for the other. The man before him gulped down the water hurriedly, quenching his thirst.

“Thanks for helping out er…”

“Jimin, I’m Park Jimin,” The delivery boy shrugged, “Just doing my job, thanks for the water anyway.”

Jeongguk nods in acknowledgment, eyes lost in the blonde’s, not paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth.

“Jeongguk-ssi?” Said blonde waves his hand in front of Jeongguk’s face, breaking him out of his trance.

“Huh? Oh – yeah, I’m – oh, I mean, no problem.” Jeongguk stammered.

The man placed a hand over his mouth and giggled shyly, before turning around making his way back to his truck. Jeongguk leaned against his doorframe and stares at the blonde’s back, wondering when he would have the chance to see him again. Just then –

“Hey, Jeongguk-sshi?”

Jeongguk looks up to see Jimin has one leg in his truck, ready to slide in but his head turned towards Jeongguk.

“Yeah?”

“You had your shirt on backwards,” Jimin called out before chuckling and getting into his truck. “See you around!”

Jeongguk looks down at his shirt and groans before slamming the door shut. Way to make a good first impression on the most beautiful delivery man he ever seen.

-

“Jeongguk, I need you to come over to the station right now.”

Jeongguk groans as he brought his hand up to rub his eyes before he slaps it across his face. He looked over to his alarm clock resting on his bedside table. “Hyung, it’s 8 fucking am on a Saturday, why do I need to go over to the station?!”

“We have a problem, it is an emergency” Namjoon states.

“What sort of emergency would require me – “

“Just get your fucking ass over here, Jeongguk,” Namjoon ordered hastily before cutting the call.

Jeongguk threw his phone down on his bed and grumbles. It was Saturday, he had plans – well, plans to stay in bed the whole day and eating pizza, but plans nonetheless – now it’s ruined thanks to Namjoon. Jeongguk kicks his duvet off him and let out a loud yawn stretching his hands overhead. He stood up and grudgingly made his way to the showers.

Jeongguk reaches the station in an hour and raps knock on Namjoon’s door.

“Come in.”

Jeongguk steps into his office and was shocked to find Namjoon sitting behind stacks of files, fingers frantically flying across the keyboard eyes fixed on the laptop screen. Namjoon’s eyes were puffy and bloodshot, his tie hung loose on his neck, and there are three abandoned mugs of coffee on the table by his side. To say that Namjoon is tired is an understatement. Namjoon looks wrecked. Confusion sits on Jeongguk’s face, Namjoon might be his superior but he is first Jeongguk’s best friend.

“What is going on, hyung?”

“The chief just dumped a pile of old case notes on my desk, asking me to sort them according to year, by tonight.” He stresses, “How am I supposed to finish sorting them and finish my current report both by tonight?! You are going to help me with it.”

“You made me come over to the station on my precious, Saturday morning just to help you sort fucking case notes?!” Jeongguk screeches and threw his hands up in the air.

Namjoon winces, shoulders scrunching upwards. “I’m sorry, Guk, would you help me, please? I’ll buy you a meal this week, just help me now before I get my ass fucking fired.”

Jeongguk rubs his face and sighs in defeat, after all, there is some truth in what Namjoon said. “Fine, only because the Chief is a fucking pain in the ass. And, Jin-hyung would come after me if you were to die here.”

A pink tinge appears across Namjoon’s cheeks and he grins, “Thanks, Guk, I knew I can count on you.”

“You bet.”

4 hours and three more cups of coffee later, Jeongguk finally finished sorting the old case notes and Namjoon submits the report, all in time before their Chief could come after both their asses.

Namjoon leans back into his chair, legs propped up on his desk, “Fuck, so glad we’re done. What would I have done without you, Guk?”

“You still owe me lunch,” Jeongguk states as he raises his brows.

“Fine, let me clear up this mess and then let’s get outta here, I know a new place just opened up down the street.” Namjoon suggested as he knocked over one of his forgotten coffee mugs, spilling cold coffee all over his desk.

“Shit!”

Jeongguk sighs, “why not you go freshen up while I help you with this?”

“Yeah, okay, thanks. Sorry, Guk.” Namjoon says sheepishly as he made his way out of his office.

-

After lunch, they decided to head to a nearby coffee shop just to catch up on their lives apart from the station. As Namjoon went off searching for a table, Jeongguk headed for the queue.

There are three people in front of him, and as Jeongguk looks up, a blur of blonde hair caught his eyes. “One caramel macchiato, coming right up!” Jeongguk ears perk up at the familiar voice. He strains his neck, looking over the shoulder of the person in front of him and that’s when he sees him.

Jimin, beautiful Park Jimin. Jimin was wearing a white button-down shirt with sleeves that reached his elbows and a pair of black slacks that hugs his legs, accentuating his round butt. Jeongguk gulps as he watches Jimin work his way around the coffee machines, tampering and levelling the coffee beans, face full of concentration.

“Here you go, Sir. One caramel macchiato. That will be four dollars.” Jimin chirps. Jeongguk has his gaze fixed on the barista. Eyes scanning and analysing his every move, before long, it was Jeongguk’s turn to order.

“Next – Oh hey! Jeongguk, right?”

Jeongguk swallowed down a gulp as he wipes his sweating palms on his pants. “Y-yeah, Jimin-ssi?”

“Oh, you remembered me!” Jimin exclaims and gives Jeongguk a wide smile, eyes disappearing into crescents. Jeongguk returns his smile, cheeks tinged pink.

Jeongguk’s eyes travelled down to his thick lips, and he wishes he could feel how soft they would be against his. “Your smile is so pretty...” Jeongguk blurts out. Jimin’s lips forms an ‘o’ and blushes.

“Jeongguk,” he starts

Jeongguk’s face turns beet red as he redirected his gaze upwards.

“Sorry, I just… think that your smile is really pretty,” Jeongguk apologises, pulling at his collar, avoiding Jimin’s eyes.

“You’re cute, Jeonggukkie.” Jimin laughs. “Well then, what can I get for you?”

Jeongguk blushes, duck his head under his shoulder and mumbled, “Two iced Americano, please.”

“Coming right up!”

After a few minutes of waiting, Jeongguk grab both the cups and brought it over to a table by the window where Namjoon is seated.

“A friend of yours?” Namjoon asks as he motions towards Jimin.

“Sort of, I guess, just some guy who delivered something to my house a few days ago.”

“He’s cute.”

Jeongguk nods his head in agreement as he took a sip of his, “Yeah. He’s hot, too.”

“Did you get his number? You should bang him.” Jeongguk chokes on his drink. “What? You said he’s hot,” Namjoon elaborates.

“I did, but that doesn’t mean I have to fuck him.”

Namjoon shrugs, “It’s been long since you last get laid, man.”

They started talking about work, and how shitty their Chief is. Joking about moving to another town, where there will be more actions. To be honest, the thought of it sounds exciting. They have been stuck in this quaint town for all their lives. There were not many action-filled days to be lived, most of their days are spent patrolling the roads and Jeongguk was starting to lose his passion.

Jeongguk looks over to the coffee bar, where Jimin is. He watched intensely, how Jimin smiles at every customer, and how Jimin prepares coffee for each of them. He looks graceful, he is graceful. Small hands holding warm cups of coffee, levelling and tampering the beans. Jeongguk is mesmerised. His eyes travelled over Jimin’s hands, up to his arms, shoulders and down to his perky ass. Jeongguk gulps and licks his lips. How he wished he could grab the round globes in his hands.

Just then, Jimin looks up and caught Jeongguk’s eyes. His lips curl up into a smirk and winks at Jeongguk before he turns back to the counter. Jeongguk felt his ears goes red, as embarrassment creeps up his neck to colour his face. In state of panic, for getting caught, Jeongguk stood up abruptly, knees hitting the table, spilling his cup’s content all over his bottoms. Jeongguk swears he felt every single one, in the coffee shop is staring at him. Jimin included.

“Hey, Guk are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I—I’ll be right back,”

Jeongguk rushes into the washroom and managed to get most of the coffee out before it permanently stains his pants. He looks up into the mirror, placing his hands on either side of the sink. He breaths deeply, and mentally counting down, in hope to calm his racing heart down but to no avail.

He splashes the water on his face before he looks at himself in the mirror, beads of water flowing down his face. Jeongguk thoughts trailed back to what happened just minutes before. How can a man made him react like that? His grip on the sink tightens, knuckles turning white.

“You know, you have to pay for the sink if you break it.”

Jeongguk eyes widen as he turns towards the entrance and sees the cause of his palpitations. Jimin stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame. He had his eyebrows raised and his lips, slightly parted. His pristine white shirt, not a stain of coffee in sight, fits snugly on his body. He looks like a model straight out of a runway. Heck, he could’ve look like he came from the garbage dump and Jeongguk would still think that Jimin is hot as hell.

“I—I,”

“You alright there?” Jimin asked.

“N-no, yes, n—, I’m okay.” Jeongguk stutters.

Jimin smirks again and starts advancing towards Jeongguk.

“Are you nervous?”

“N—” he started.

“I caught you staring at my ass,” another step closer to Jeongguk.

Jeongguk’s heart started to pick up pace again, and he swears he could hear his beating in his ears.

“Did you like what you see?” Jimin questions.

When Jeongguk refuses to answer Jimin decided to take matters in his own hands, he strides towards Jeongguk, nose almost touching the other.

“I said, did you like what you see, Jeonggukie?” Jimin demanded as he pushes Jeongguk lightly against the sink. He felt his back hit the cool glass of the mirror. Jimin pry open his knees and stood between Jeongguk’s thighs, invading Jeongguk’s space.

He looks into Jeongguk’s eyes and cocks an eyebrow.

“Answer me, Jeongguk.”

“I—”

His words were halted as Jimin rests his hands on Jeongguk’s thigh and gave it a light squeeze. He leans into the junction between Jeongguk’s shoulder and neck, giving him kitten licks before blowing on the wet area.

Jeongguk shudders as the cool air hits him. Jimin presses his thigh against Jeongguk’s crotch. His hands found purchase on Jeongguk’s hips.

“Jimin” Jeongguk starts.

“Yeah, baby?” He breaths into the shell of Jeongguk’s ear.

“We are in the toilet,” He gasps, feeling the bulge growing in his pants.

“Yeah, so?” Jimin raises a brow as he started palming Jeongguk’s growing bulge. “Shall I stop?”

“N-no,” Jeongguk moans as he starts to grind against Jimin’s palm. “Please, don’t.”

“Tell me, Jeongguk, tell me what you want me to do,” Jimin taunts.

“Harder.”

Jimin removes his hand and wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, he presses his cock against Jeongguk’s and starts to grind his hips down. Jeongguk threw his head back, letting it rest on the mirror and his hands around Jimin’s sides. He closes his eyes and let out a coarse moan.

Jeongguk wraps his legs around Jimin, using the sink as a form of leverage. He digs his heels into the back of Jimin’s thighs, bringing him closer, as he matches Jimin’s pace. He moves in tandem with Jimin, thrusting upwards as Jimin grinds down, he felt his pants growing tighter and tighter. Jimin moves his hand to the back of Jeongguk’s head and brought his lips down to his. Jeongguk sighs into the kiss, finally feeling the softness of Jimin’s lips after dreaming about them the whole week.

This was not what Jeongguk expected when he came into the washroom. All Jeongguk wanted was to calm his racing heart rate, not to further increase it.

Their kiss was harsh and desperate, their teeth clashing with each other before they found a suitable rhythm. The sounds of their kisses echo throughout the toilet. Jeongguk hands snakes up to cup Jimin’s cheeks as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss.

Jimin bites onto Jeongguk’s lower lip and pulls back, eliciting a moan from the younger.

“Fuck, you kiss good.” He pants as Jimin lets go of his bottom lip.

Jimin grips onto Jeongguk’s shirt tightly and pulls Jeongguk closer to him, so close that Jeongguk can feel his breath on his chin. He looks up into Jeongguk’s eyes; it was just like his – dark, black and lust-filled. Pupils dilated, desperate for more. “Then kiss me more, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk crashes his lips back against Jimin’s once more, his hand travelled down the small of Jimin’s back while the other snake to his knead the globes of Jimin’s ass. He moans into the kiss, and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to part his lips with his tongue, seeking permission. He brushes his tongue across his teeth, exploring the hot cavern of his mouth.

Jimin loosens his grip and starts to play with the hem of Jeongguk’s shirt. He rubs his hands on Jeongguk’s abdomen, he moans as he glides his fingers along the bumps of Jeongguk’s abs. Jeongguk took pride in the fact that the results of his 5-day workout per week had shown. He never missed a day for the past year, and he is definitely proud of it. He was well built, muscles all in the right places and in the perfect proportions.

Jeongguk smirks into the kiss, smug that he finally has something against Jimin, “Do you like it?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jimin retorts, as he sucks on Jeongguk’s tongue harshly. One of his hands disappears under Jeongguk’s pants and grabs his bulge, pumping it lightly. The tip of Jeongguk’s cock peeks out from the waistband of his briefs, glistening with precum. Jimin swipe his thumb across the tip, smearing precum all over. He ruts his cock against Jeongguk’s thigh, attempting to relive any form of friction.

Jimin breaks the kiss and latches onto the nape of Jeongguk’s neck, nipping the area, leaving faint red marks across his neck. His free hand moves down to Jeongguk’s pants, unzipping and pulling both his pants and underwear down in one swift movement, pooling at his ankles.

Jimin sinks down to his knees, eyes never breaking contact with Jeongguk’s. He licks a stripe up on the underside of his cock. Jimin then wraps his hands around Jeongguk’s thighs as he took his throbbing length into his mouth. Jimin started nibbling the head of his cock lightly, sending a wave of pleasure through Jeongguk’s spine. His cock started to leak more precum and Jimin laps it up hungrily. He scrunches his nose, Jeongguk’s precum doesn’t taste as sweet as vanilla ice-cream but it’s not bad either. He continues to nip along the underside of Jeongguk’s cock and one of his hands came up to fondle his balls.

“Fuck,” he whimpers. “Quit teasing.”

Jimin ignores Jeongguk’s pleas as he starts to suck on the tip of Jeongguk’s red cock. Jeongguk groans, his patience wearing thin. He brought his free hand down, grabbing a fistful of Jimin’s blonde locks, pulling him closer. Jimin winces but seems to take the hint and finally, finally, took his whole aching cock into his mouth. Jeongguk sighs in relief and lightly thrust into his mouth. Jimin hollowed his cheeks, sucking his cock in, drawing a low whine from the younger. Jeongguk looks down at Jimin – he had his free hand in his pants, pumping his neglected cock lightly. His half-lidded eyes never leaving Jeongguk’s. The sight itself was nearly enough to drive him over the edge.

He pushes his cock further in, hitting the back of Jimin’s throat. Jeongguk tangles his hands in Jimin’s hair and he starts to thrust his cock further into his mouth. Jimin gags and chokes, tightening around Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk caught the tears off Jimin’s cheeks with his thumb as he continues thrusting into his mouth with fervour. Jimin gave a particular hard suck, and that resulted in Jeongguk coming down his throat with Jimin happily swallowing it all down.

Jimin releases his cock with a loud pop. A trail of saliva connecting Jeongguk’s cock and his swollen lips. The younger brought his thumb down to break the connection, wiping the remnants of his cum on Jimin’s chin. He let his fingers graze along the sharp definitions of Jimin’s jaw, before tilting his chin up harshly, their eyes never leaving each other’s. Jimin’s lips felt raw and dry, Jeongguk brought his face down to Jimin’s level and starting licking Jimin’s lips softly. “What time does your shift ends?”

“Soon, about another hour,” Jimin breathes. Jeongguk pauses, an hour doesn’t seem like a long time but when you have hot barista in front of you waiting to be pleased, it does seem like an eternity. But the thought of beautiful Jimin sprawled naked on his bed seem so inviting and tempting, he decides that the wait would be worthwhile.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.” Jimin nods, “Go, before your boss notices you’re gone,” Jeongguk states and – “Shit, Namjoon hyung.”

Jimin snickers as he makes himself presentable, before heading out with a slight wave of his hand. Jeongguk pulled his bottoms and briefs back up, and then switches on the tap, splashing water on his face. Once he decides that he look less debauched, he left the washroom.

Namjoon put one hand up just as Jeongguk opens his mouth, “Look, I think I know what just happened, I saw him heading in after you and that mark on your neck confirms my suspicions.” He points out.

Jeongguk stares blankly at Namjoon, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, hand coming up to cover his neck instinctively. Namjoon stood up with his coffee cup facing Jeongguk, he brought a hand up to his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “He must have been damn good for you to be stuck in the toilet for 30 minutes,” he whispers into Jeongguk’s ears. “Remember to use protection.”

“Hyung!” Jeongguk whines as he whirls around just in time to see Namjoon waving his hand in the air never looking back as he left the coffee shop with a chime of the bell.

-

Once they got inside Jeongguk’s apartment, he turns Jimin around, trapping him between himself and the door. Jimin lifted his gaze to meet the younger, hands lightly caressing the base of Jeongguk’s neck. Jeongguk held on to Jimin’s wrist before sliding up to intertwine their fingers together. He leans in and presses his lips against Jimin’s. Their kiss was soft and slow, unlike the ones they shared earlier today.

Jeongguk presses himself against Jimin, trying to get as close to him as possible. Jimin free hand trail upwards, stopping the nape of Jeongguk’s neck, tugging on his hair, eliciting a moan from the taller. Jimin’s tongue snakes into his mouth and licks the roof of Jeongguk’s mouth. He hitches Jimin’s leg up around his waist and started rolling his hips against him.

“Please,” Jimin moans desperately.

Jeongguk places both his arms underneath Jimin’s thighs and lifts him up, lips never leaving his. Jimin wraps his legs around Jeongguk’s waist as he cards through his hair. Their kisses now more tongue than lips. Jeongguk really wants to take Jimin there and then, impatient and desperate, he threw Jimin on his sofa and hovers over him, hands on both sides of Jimin’s head.

He starts to pepper Jimin’s face with soft, fleeting kisses – he kisses his forehead, he eyelids, his nose, his cheeks and finally his lips. The kiss was slow and gentle, as if Jimin would break under his touch if too much pressure was used. Jimin hands start to roam around Jeongguk’s body, he trails upwards and tweaks a nipple, eliciting a moan from the younger. Jeongguk sat upright and removes his shirt before throwing it to some corner of his room, and Jimin follow suit.

Jeongguk stares at the sight below him and sucks in a breath. Jimin is beautiful. He is everything Jeongguk isn’t – Jimin is fair, almost as fair as snow, while Jeongguk is tan. Jimin has soft blonde locks that contrasts Jeongguk’s black ones. Jimin is not made of muscles, he doesn’t have well-defined abdominal but at least he is lean and toned. Jimin is small in comparison to Jeongguk but he fits so well in Jeongguk’s embrace. Jimin does not have Jeongguk’s doe eyes but his eyes are soft, he looks up at Jeongguk, full of adoration.

Jimin shudders as Jeongguk runs his fingers up and down his sides, “You’re beautiful, have I told you that?” He whispers.

Jimin chuckled, eyes crinkling up into crescents, “No, you didn’t.”

“Well, you know now,” Jeongguk replies softly into his ear before nibbling on his earlobe, playing with the piercing between his tongue. He drifts lower to his jaw and down to his neck where he started to nip on his neck. At the same time, he brought one hand on Jimin’s nipple, tweaking the sensitive nub.

“Ah- Jeongguk,” Jimin sighs.

Jeongguk starts to grind down on to Jimin hips as he sucks harder on his neck, leaving his mark. Jimin tilts his head, giving him more access as Jeongguk began to suck harder and harder on his neck. He switches his hand, giving Jimin’s other nipple the same treatment. He rolls the nub between his index finger and his thumb, flicking it now and then. He could feel Jimin bulge growing and a wet patch soon appears on his slacks. He unbuckles Jimin’s belt and unzip his pants, he begins pulling his bottoms down, Jimin lifting his hips up to aid Jeongguk a little.

Jimin’s cock is shorter than that of Jeongguk’s but he makes up for it in thickness. Jimin’s hard – his cock is of an angry red, throbbing with precum beading at the top. Jeongguk thumbs his slit, smearing precum all over his length.

“I’ll be right back,” Jeongguk says.

He gave Jimin a soft peck on his lips before hopping of him, leaving a confused Jimin on his couch. Jeongguk returns shortly with a box of condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in another. Jimin watches in excitement as Jeongguk squeezes the contents of the bottle on his fingers. He rubs the lube between his fingers before prodding one at Jimin’s entrance. He uses his thumb to spread Jimin’s cheeks and pushes his fingers in. Jimin flinches at the sudden intrusion, Jeongguk looks up to Jimin, pausing his actions. Jimin nods his head, encouraging him to continue. He adds a second finger and began to scissor his fingers inside of Jimin. Jimin begins to thrust back on Jeongguk fingers, hands searching for something to hold on to.

Jimin eyes shot open in surprise as he felt something wet and cold entering him. Jeongguk begins to thrust his tongue in in tandem with his fingers. He increases his pace and brought one arm up to rest on Jimin’s waist to prevent him from choking Jeongguk (not that he minds, but still). Squelching sounds filled the room and Jeongguk continues sucking on his hole. His pants getting tighter by the second. He removes his fingers and wrap them around Jimin’s length, giving it a couple light pumps. Jimin moans loudly, as his hands begins to pull on Jeongguk’s hair.

“More please, Jeongguk,” Jimin begs and who is Jeongguk to deny?

His fingers leave Jimin’s member and he buries three fingers into Jimin’s clenching hole joining his tongue in feeling around his inner walls. Jeongguk kept his gaze on Jimin’s face, changing the angle of his thrusting according to the sounds and expressions Jimin makes. At one particular thrust, the elder’s eyes flew open and a lewd moan escapes his mouth. Jeongguk continues to prod the bundle of nerves, as Jimin’s moans bounce off the walls of the apartment, his toes curl in pleasure. Jeongguk can feel Jimin clenching around his tongue and fingers, just then, Jimin tugged harshly on Jeongguk’s hair, wanting his attention.

“Want to come with you,” he pants.

Jeongguk removes himself from Jimin and watches his hole clench around nothing as he started to remove his jeans. Jimin whines at the loss of his fingers but was soon replaced with Jeongguk’s cock accompanied with a sharp, piercing sensation.

Jimin hisses at the sudden intrusion. Jeongguk sits back on his haunches and hitches Jimin legs up, wrapping them around his waist. He looks at the sight below him, halting any movement, to give Jimin the time to adjust. Jeongguk rubs his sides, soothing him. He bends down, chest nearly touching Jimin’s and wipes a stray tear off his cheeks. He gave him a chaste kiss on his eyes before he plunges all the way in, bottoming out. Jimin digs his heels into Jeongguk’s ass, pushing him deeper into. He rests his forehead against Jimin’s, sweating dripping down the bridge of his nose and onto his partner’s face. Jeongguk grunts as his continues to pound into him with fervour, skin slapping against skin.

Jimin screams in pleasure as Jeongguk found his prostate. He circled his hips pressing against his sweet spot. Jimin is a moaning mess, hair matted to his face, droplets of perspiration trickle down his temple. Jeongguk brushes his bangs out of his eyes and intertwines his hand with Jimin’s. He noses Jimin’s inner wrist, lips ghosting over his skin as he trails his mouth upwards towards his shoulder, to his neck, his jaw, and his lips. He nibbles lightly on Jimin’s lower lips as his free hand started to stroke his neglected cock. He started clenching harder around Jeongguk’s cock, nearing his release. At the point where Jimin is about to release his cum, Jeongguk halts all movement and smirks, “Not yet.”

He kisses the pout of Jimin’s face before lifting him off the sofa, still inside of him. Jimin places both his hands on Jeongguk’s shoulder and started bouncing in his hold, desperate for release. Jeongguk dives into the junction between his shoulder and neck, Jimin is a mixture of sweet and musky. He smells like coffee beans and cocoa, with a tinge of sweet vanilla bean. Jeongguk’s intoxicated, he could smell Jimin all day. Jimin continues riding Jeongguk’s cock, his neglected erection rubbing against their bodies as he bounces, precum spattering all over.

“Look behind you, Jimin.”

He looks over his shoulder and met Jeongguk’s gaze in the mirror. The same mirror he helped Jeongguk fixed a couple of days ago. Jeongguk has his hands on Jimin’s cheeks, spreading them open. His grip frim and steady, not a hint of unstableness, ready to take over whenever Jimin tires out. Whereas Jimin looks like a wreck, his neck marked with reds and purples, lips raw and swollen, sweat dripping down his already wet hair. Jeongguk turns around so that Jimin is now facing the mirror while bring his ass down to Jeongguk’s hips. He brought his finger to circle his rim, tantalising him. Jimin tilts Jeongguk’s chin upwards, meeting his lips in a sloppy kiss. His thrusts become slower and weaker; Jeongguk lets Jimin down, before sliding out of him. He holds on to Jimin petite waist, preventing him from losing balance on his trembling limbs. Jimin’s spent, and he hasn’t even come yet. Jeongguk flips Jimin around so that both of them are facing the mirror. He traces Jimin’s abdomen, fuck, his hands are everywhere and Jimin is in state of euphoria.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Jimin.”

Jimin hums in reply and bends forward, hands on either side of the mirror sticking his ass up. Jeongguk took the lube from the couch pour a liberal amount on his cock, lubricating his shaft. Without a warning, he pushes his scorching length all the way, bottom in. Jimin tenses up at the intrusion, letting out a low growl.

Jeongguk has his hands wrapped around Jimin’s waist, holding him up. He rubs circles on his hip bones as he kisses the knobs of Jimin’s spine. He began thrusting slowly into Jimin, firm grip on Jimin’s waist, soothing him. He brings his body down, chest touching Jimin��s back. He licks the shell of his ear and felt Jimin shiver under his hold. “Ah...Jeongguk, f—faster,” he pleads.

Jeongguk presses Jimin up against the mirror as he picks up his pace. Jimin moans as he felt the cold surface of the mirror cool down his body heat. Jeongguk digs his fingers into his hips, as he pounds into Jimin relentlessly. Jimin screams in pleasure as Jeongguk found his prostate, fucking him into oblivion. Jeongguk’s hand drift to the elder’s shaft, lubricating it with leftover lube on his hand. He pumps Jimin’s cock in tandem with his thrusting. Jimin presses his cheek against the cool glass, moans slipping out of his mouth in the form of Jeongguk’s name; fogging up the glass. He grips the borders of the mirror so hard, that his knuckles turned white. Jimin came with a scream, shooting ropes of whites into Jeongguk’s palm, some landing on the mirror.

“I’m c-close,” Jeongguk pants. With a couple more thrusts, he spilled his cum inside of Jimin’s walls. He continues fucking Jimin through his orgasm as Jimin rests his forehead against the mirror. He took Jeongguk’s cum-covered hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing each fingertip lightly before lick the cum off his hand.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk growls. He pulls out of Jimin, cum trickling down his thighs. He brought his hand down, scooping up what he can and pushes it into Jimin’s mouth. He laps it up hungrily.

With whatever energy he had left, he carries Jimin to his bedroom and plops him down on his bed. He grabs a couple of wet wipes and starts to clean before the cum dries up. He returns to bed after disposing the wipes to see Jimin curling up on his side, eyes drooping. He gave Jeongguk a soft smile as he pats the space besides him.

Jeongguk crawls into bed, tucking Jimin’s head into the crook of his neck as he kisses the top of his head. Jimin drapes his arm across Jeongguk’s waist, pulling him in as he snuggles into his warmth, drifting off to sleep. Jeongguk cards his hand through Jimin’s hair and smile before closing his eyes.

This was definitely not what Jeongguk was expecting when he meets Jimin.

-

(Few days later, Namjoon came over to Jeongguk house for movie night, he passes the mirror as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Hey, Guk?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s that stain on your mirror?” He asks as he points to the dried cum on the mirror, raising a brow.

Well, fuck.

Yup, definitely not what Jeongguk was expecting.)

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The more I look and the more I question, recycling is calling to me. I have relatives and close friends in the recycling industry and have spent the last 2 years getting certified by the city, county, and state to be able to do recycling and renewable energy projects.

What comes up for me is we can make the biggest contribution not by physically setting up a recycling program for local businesses and in the process, I think we can create some jobs, but by doing recycling assessments for these shops.

I understand metals recycling and am short on paper, plastic, glass and-e-waste. What do you do with old CPUs, monitors, keyboards, printers, fax machines, TVs, VCRs, Stereos, cell phones:  basically, anything with an on and off switch or power cord?

The more I hear about e-waste the more I get concerned. With a program of reduce, reuse, and recycle we can greatly reduce these issues.

 The facts about e-waste were staggering, even back 7 years ago.,  According to DoSomething.org: 2015

Up to 50 million tons of electronic or     e-waste are thrown away every year. 

Electronic waste is the fastest growing     category of waste in the United States. 

Only 12.5 percent of that waste gets     recycled. 

Electronics are full of toxic materials     such as lead, cadmium, mercury, and fire retardants. While e-waste makes     up only 2 percent of the total waste stream, it also accounts for up to 70     percent of the toxic materials we throw away. 

How is this from a 2020 Waste Magazine article.

Electronic devices are made of a complex mix of materials that include gold, silver, copper, platinum, palladium, lithium, cobalt, and other valuable elements. The U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) says, “One metric ton of circuit boards can contain 40 to 800 times the amount of gold and 30 to 40 times the amount of copper mined from one metric ton of ore in the United States.”

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iPad Mini 3 – Wikipedia

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iPad Mini 3 Developer Apple Inc. Manufacturer Foxconn Product family iPad Mini Type Tablet computer Generation 3rd Release date October 22, 2014; 6 years ago Introductory price Wi-Fi: 16 GB: $399, 64 GB: $499, 128 GB: $599 Wi-Fi + Cellular: 16 GB: $529, 64 GB: $629, 128 GB: $729 Discontinued September 9, 2015 Operating system Original: iOS 8.1 Current: iOS 12.5.4, released June 14, 2021[1] System on a chip Apple A7 with 64-bit architecture and Apple M7 motion co-processor CPU 1.3 GHz dual-core Apple Cyclone Memory 1GB LPDDR3 DRAM[2] Storage 16, 64, 128 GB flash memory Display 64% Color 2048×1536 px (326 PPI), 7.9 in (200 mm) diagonal, 4:3 LED-backlit IPS LCD Graphics PowerVR G6430 (four cluster@450 MHz) Input Multi-touch screen, headset controls, M7 motion co-processor, proximity and ambient light sensors, 3-axis accelerometer, 3-axis gyroscope, digital compass, dual microphone Camera Front: 1.2 MP, 720p HD Rear: 5.0 MP AF, iSight with Five Element Lens, Hybrid IR filter, video stabilisation, face detection, HDR, ƒ/2.4 aperture Connectivity

Wi-Fi and Wi-Fi + Cellular:

Wi-Fi a/b/g/n at 2.4 GHz and 5 GHz and MIMO

Bluetooth 4.0

Wi-Fi + Cellular:

GPS & GLONASS

GSM

UMTS / HSDPA

850, 1700, 1900, 2100 MHz

GSM / EDGE

850, 900, 1800, 1900 MHz

CDMA

CDMA/EV-DO Rev. A and B.

800, 1900 MHz

LTE

Multiple bands

Power 3.75 V 24.3 W·h (6,471 mA·h)[2] Online services App Store, iTunes Store, iBookstore, iCloud, Game Center Dimensions Height: 200 mm (7.9 in) Width: 134.7 mm (5.30 in) Depth: 7.5 mm (0.30 in) Mass Wi-Fi: 331 g (0.730 lb) Wi-Fi + Cellular: 341 g (0.752 lb) Predecessor iPad Mini 2 Successor iPad Mini 4 Website iPad mini 3 at the Wayback Machine (archived March 21, 2015)

The iPad Mini 3 (stylized and marketed as iPad mini 3) is the third-generation iPad Mini tablet computer designed, developed and marketed by Apple Inc. It was announced alongside the iPad Air 2 on October 16, 2014 and released on October 22.[3] It uses primarily the same design and hardware as that of its predecessor, the iPad Mini 2. Its new features are the addition of the Touch ID sensor compatible with Apple Pay,[3] differing storage sizes and being available in a gold color, as well as the previous colors.

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On September 9, 2015, the iPad Mini 3 was discontinued and replaced by the iPad Mini 4.

iPad Mini 2 and 3 have a similar outer shell design

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Features[edit]

Software[edit]

The iPad mini 3 comes with the iOS 8.1 operating system preinstalled. It comes with several built-in applications, which are Camera, Photos, Messages, FaceTime, Mail, Music, Safari, Maps, Siri, Calendar, iTunes Store, App Store, Notes, Contacts, iBooks, Game Center, Reminders, Clock, Videos, Newsstand, Photo Booth and Podcasts. The Apple App Store, a digital application distribution platform for iOS, allows users to browse and download applications made by various developers from the iTunes Store. Additional apps made by Apple itself are available for free download, which are iMovie, GarageBand, iTunes U, Find My iPhone, Find My Friends, Apple Store, Trailers, Remote, and the iWork apps (Pages, Keynote, and Numbers). [4] Like all iOS devices, the iPad Mini 3 can also sync content and other data with a Mac or PC using iTunes. Although the tablet is not designed to make phone calls over a cellular network, users can use a headset or the built-in speaker and microphone to place phone calls over Wi-Fi or cellular using a VoIP application such as Skype (if hardware supported).

The iPad Mini 3 includes a version of Apple Pay with the built-in NFC functionality removed.

Siri, an intelligent personal assistant and knowledge navigator, is integrated into the device and it can be activated hands-free. The application uses a natural language user interface to answer questions, make recommendations, and perform actions by delegating requests to a set of Web services. Apple claims that the software adapts to the user’s individual preferences over time and personalizes results.[5] Additionally, Siri can identify songs by using Shazam to listen to any song playing nearby. Siri then stores a list of any songs it has managed to identify on iTunes.

Facebook and Twitter come integrated through Apple’s native apps. Facebook features can be directly accessed from within native apps such as Calendar which can sync Facebook events, or use Facebook’s like button from within the Apple App Store.[6][7]

Design[edit]

The iPad Mini 3 uses almost exactly the same design as that of the iPad Mini 2, with the addition of Touch ID. Additionally, with the announcement of iPad Mini 3 and the iPad Air 2, Apple added the gold color option to the existing silver and space gray color choices of iPads.

Hardware[edit]

iPad Mini 3 uses nearly the same hardware as the iPad Mini 2, the main exception being the addition of the Touch ID sensor. It has a 7.9″ retina display with 2048-by-1536-pixel resolution at 326 ppi. The iPad Mini 3 also uses the A7 chip with 64-bit architecture and the M7 motion coprocessor. It has a 5MP iSight Camera capable of recording 1080p HD video and a 1.2MP FaceTime HD Camera capable of recording 720p HD video.

The new Touch ID sensor detects the user’s fingerprint and can be used instead of a passcode to unlock the iPad. Touch ID on the iPad Mini 3 is also compatible with Apple Pay and can be used to authorize purchases in online apps only with fingerprint verification, as opposed to entering passwords.[8]

The iPad Mini 3 is available with storage options of 16, 64 or 128GB and has no expansion option. Apple has released a “camera connection kit” with an SD card reader, but it can only be used to transfer photos and videos to an iPad.[9]

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Reception[edit]

The iPad Mini 3 received positive reviews but drew fainter praise than its predecessor, as it was identical to the iPad Mini 2 except for the addition of Touch ID and the availability of the gold color. The iPad Mini 2 was regarded as a better buy, being US$100 cheaper and featuring the same screen and internals. While the Mini 2 and 3 were stuck at the same hardware level of the original iPad Air, the iPad Air 2’s new hardware was considerably more powerful. Furthermore, the Air 2 was also redesigned lighter and smaller than the original Air, which nullified some of the advantages of the Mini 2 and 3’s compact form factor.[10]

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References[edit]

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Are silver prices expected to go up?

The case for silver (and gold investment) will therefore remain strong.” … The bank also added that its foreign exchange technical team sees the potential for silver to reach $50 per ounce, or even surge higher – up to $100 per ounce – in 2021.

Will silver hit $100 an ounce?

Silver has risen almost 100% since its recent lows. And there’s potential for much more. But it is the most fickle and frustrating of metals – it could hit $100 an ounce, or it could send you bankrupt. Dominic Frisby ponders which is more likely.

Is it better to buy silver or silver stock?

Mutual funds and ETFs can give you more stability in the market, while stocks and options work well for faster trades. Investing in bullion can give you even more security. So when it comes to investing in silver, only you can decide the right method for you.

Should I buy silver bars or coins?

Silver coins can be more inexpensive in the case of junk 90% silver dimes, quarters, and halves. Yet you’ll get more silver for the same price if you buy it in bar form. You can stack more silver for less money buying bars. But silver coins guarantee the option of spending them if times ever get tough.

Is it the right time to buy and own silver as a good investment in 2021?

The general consensus among market watchers, researchers and precious metals experts is that the long-term forecast for silver is positive. … In short, silver is an alternative investment that’s a relatively safe option in a highly volatile market.May 21, 2020.

What is the best way to own silver?

Simply put: Buying physical silver bullion is one of the best ways to buy silver, because it allows you to own and invest in a precious metal in its tangible form. You have direct control and ownership of your silver investment when you buy physical precious metals.

How much silver does the average person own?

According to the survey results, a combined 12% of Americans own gold, while a combined 14.7% own silver.

What are 5 common uses for silver?

Top 5 Common Uses of Silver

SILVER IS ONE OF THE TOP DEMANDED METALS WITH DIVERSIFIED USAGES. WITH MANY UNIQUE PROPERTIES, SILVER HAS MORE USAGE THAN GOLD, AND IS PRIMARILY USED FOR INDUSTRIAL PURPOSES. THIS WEEK WE HIGHLIGHT THE TOP 5 COMMON USES OF SILVER IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER.

1.   Electrical and Electronics

We all own something electrical or an electronic with a piece of silver in it. Silver holds an excellent electrical conductivity, making it the number one choice for electronics or anything electrical such as printed circuit boards, switches, TV screens, telephones, microwave ovens, children’s toys and computer keyboards. This metal is highly reliable and durable for many cycles.

2.   Jewelry and Silverware

Being an attractive, reflective and moldable metal, silver is used in jewelry and silverware. It is the cheaper alternative to its sister metal gold and it resists oxidation and corrosion. Silver still can be tarnished, but a little polish allows it to shine for a lifetime.

3.   Photography

Silver has been used in photography for centuries, due its light sensitivity. Traditional photography uses film covered in silver halide crystals which set when exposed to light creating a vivid picture. Its accuracy allows silver to be used in non-digital consumer photography, traditional film, and X-rays.

4.   Antibacterial

For centuries, many people have used silver vessels to store water, wine and vinegar to ensure freshness, but did not why silver worked. It was recently discovered that silver ions absorb oxygen, which kills bacteria. It is also non-toxic which makes it the perfect agent for water purification, bandages, dental hygiene and even eye drops.

5.   Coins, Rounds and Bullion

The main reason many invest into pure metal is for future investments or as a safe haven. The best way to get your hands on the pure metal for such purposes is the form of coins, rounds or bullion bars. Silver coins are great for collectors. They are a great way to invest in something iconic, traditional or rare. Rounds are great for collectors who also want to something for future investment purposes. They are the closest thing to the market price and are still considered a collectors’ item. Silver bullion bars are great for storage as they are easier to stack and takes up less space.

Conclusion: 

As the media heats up Wallstreet, people are wondering should they buy and own silver for investment purposes.

Well, this post will answer some of your pressing questions about owning silver as an investment.

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Whether you want to buy and own silver in stocks or EFT’s, getting in while the price is still affordable is what matters.

Being a person that buy and own silver for investment purposes, was definitly a great way to for me to save for retirement.

If you want to learn how to build your company so that your can buy and own silver and pay less taxes then check out 3wayfunding.com

Are silver prices expected to go up?

The case for silver (and gold investment) will therefore remain strong.” … The bank also added that its foreign exchange technical team sees the potential for silver to reach $50 per ounce, or even surge higher – up to $100 per ounce – in 2021.

Will silver hit $100 an ounce?

Silver has risen almost 100% since its recent lows. And there’s potential for much more. But it is the most fickle and frustrating of metals – it could hit $100 an ounce, or it could send you bankrupt. Dominic Frisby ponders which is more likely.

Is it better to buy silver or silver stock?

Mutual funds and ETFs can give you more stability in the market, while stocks and options work well for faster trades. Investing in bullion can give you even more security. So when it comes to investing in silver, only you can decide the right method for you.

Should I buy silver bars or coins?

Silver coins can be more inexpensive in the case of junk 90% silver dimes, quarters, and halves. Yet you’ll get more silver for the same price if you buy it in bar form. You can stack more silver for less money buying bars. But silver coins guarantee the option of spending them if times ever get tough.

Is it the right time to buy and own silver as a good investment in 2021?

The general consensus among market watchers, researchers and precious metals experts is that the long-term forecast for silver is positive. … In short, silver is an alternative investment that’s a relatively safe option in a highly volatile market.May 21, 2020.

What is the best way to own silver?

Simply put: Buying physical silver bullion is one of the best ways to buy silver, because it allows you to own and invest in a precious metal in its tangible form. You have direct control and ownership of your silver investment when you buy physical precious metals.

How much silver does the average person own?

According to the survey results, a combined 12% of Americans own gold, while a combined 14.7% own silver.

What are 5 common uses for silver?

Top 5 Common Uses of Silver

SILVER IS ONE OF THE TOP DEMANDED METALS WITH DIVERSIFIED USAGES. WITH MANY UNIQUE PROPERTIES, SILVER HAS MORE USAGE THAN GOLD, AND IS PRIMARILY USED FOR INDUSTRIAL PURPOSES. THIS WEEK WE HIGHLIGHT THE TOP 5 COMMON USES OF SILVER IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER.

1.   Electrical and Electronics

We all own something electrical or an electronic with a piece of silver in it. Silver holds an excellent electrical conductivity, making it the number one choice for electronics or anything electrical such as printed circuit boards, switches, TV screens, telephones, microwave ovens, children’s toys and computer keyboards. This metal is highly reliable and durable for many cycles.

2.   Jewelry and Silverware

Being an attractive, reflective and moldable metal, silver is used in jewelry and silverware. It is the cheaper alternative to its sister metal gold and it resists oxidation and corrosion. Silver still can be tarnished, but a little polish allows it to shine for a lifetime.

3.   Photography

Silver has been used in photography for centuries, due its light sensitivity. Traditional photography uses film covered in silver halide crystals which set when exposed to light creating a vivid picture. Its accuracy allows silver to be used in non-digital consumer photography, traditional film, and X-rays.

4.   Antibacterial

For centuries, many people have used silver vessels to store water, wine and vinegar to ensure freshness, but did not why silver worked. It was recently discovered that silver ions absorb oxygen, which kills bacteria. It is also non-toxic which makes it the perfect agent for water purification, bandages, dental hygiene and even eye drops.

5.   Coins, Rounds and Bullion

The main reason many invest into pure metal is for future investments or as a safe haven. The best way to get your hands on the pure metal for such purposes is the form of coins, rounds or bullion bars. Silver coins are great for collectors. They are a great way to invest in something iconic, traditional or rare. Rounds are great for collectors who also want to something for future investment purposes. They are the closest thing to the market price and are still considered a collectors’ item. Silver bullion bars are great for storage as they are easier to stack and takes up less space.

Conclusion: 

As the media heats up Wallstreet, people are wondering should they buy and own silver for investment purposes.

Well, this post will answer some of your pressing questions about owning silver as an investment.

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5 Best Places To Buy Silver Online 2021

 5 Best Places To Buy Silver Online 2021

Schedule A Consultation https://houstonmcmiller.net/consultation

Whether you want to buy and own silver in stocks or EFT’s, getting in while the price is still affordable is what matters.

Being a person that buy and own silver for investment purposes, was definitly a great way to for me to save for retirement.

If you want to learn how to build your company so that your can buy and own silver and pay less taxes then check out 3wayfunding.com

Are silver prices expected to go up?

The case for silver (and gold investment) will therefore remain strong.” … The bank also added that its foreign exchange technical team sees the potential for silver to reach $50 per ounce, or even surge higher – up to $100 per ounce – in 2021.

Will silver hit $100 an ounce?

Silver has risen almost 100% since its recent lows. And there’s potential for much more. But it is the most fickle and frustrating of metals – it could hit $100 an ounce, or it could send you bankrupt. Dominic Frisby ponders which is more likely.

Is it better to buy silver or silver stock?

Mutual funds and ETFs can give you more stability in the market, while stocks and options work well for faster trades. Investing in bullion can give you even more security. So when it comes to investing in silver, only you can decide the right method for you.

Should I buy silver bars or coins?

Silver coins can be more inexpensive in the case of junk 90% silver dimes, quarters, and halves. Yet you’ll get more silver for the same price if you buy it in bar form. You can stack more silver for less money buying bars. But silver coins guarantee the option of spending them if times ever get tough.

Is it the right time to buy and own silver as a good investment in 2021?

The general consensus among market watchers, researchers and precious metals experts is that the long-term forecast for silver is positive. … In short, silver is an alternative investment that’s a relatively safe option in a highly volatile market.May 21, 2020.

What is the best way to own silver?

Simply put: Buying physical silver bullion is one of the best ways to buy silver, because it allows you to own and invest in a precious metal in its tangible form. You have direct control and ownership of your silver investment when you buy physical precious metals.

How much silver does the average person own?

According to the survey results, a combined 12% of Americans own gold, while a combined 14.7% own silver.

What are 5 common uses for silver?

Top 5 Common Uses of Silver

SILVER IS ONE OF THE TOP DEMANDED METALS WITH DIVERSIFIED USAGES. WITH MANY UNIQUE PROPERTIES, SILVER HAS MORE USAGE THAN GOLD, AND IS PRIMARILY USED FOR INDUSTRIAL PURPOSES. THIS WEEK WE HIGHLIGHT THE TOP 5 COMMON USES OF SILVER IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER.

1.   Electrical and Electronics

We all own something electrical or an electronic with a piece of silver in it. Silver holds an excellent electrical conductivity, making it the number one choice for electronics or anything electrical such as printed circuit boards, switches, TV screens, telephones, microwave ovens, children’s toys and computer keyboards. This metal is highly reliable and durable for many cycles.

2.   Jewelry and Silverware

Being an attractive, reflective and moldable metal, silver is used in jewelry and silverware. It is the cheaper alternative to its sister metal gold and it resists oxidation and corrosion. Silver still can be tarnished, but a little polish allows it to shine for a lifetime.

3.   Photography

Silver has been used in photography for centuries, due its light sensitivity. Traditional photography uses film covered in silver halide crystals which set when exposed to light creating a vivid picture. Its accuracy allows silver to be used in non-digital consumer photography, traditional film, and X-rays.

4.   Antibacterial

For centuries, many people have used silver vessels to store water, wine and vinegar to ensure freshness, but did not why silver worked. It was recently discovered that silver ions absorb oxygen, which kills bacteria. It is also non-toxic which makes it the perfect agent for water purification, bandages, dental hygiene and even eye drops.

5.   Coins, Rounds and Bullion

The main reason many invest into pure metal is for future investments or as a safe haven. The best way to get your hands on the pure metal for such purposes is the form of coins, rounds or bullion bars. Silver coins are great for collectors. They are a great way to invest in something iconic, traditional or rare. Rounds are great for collectors who also want to something for future investment purposes. They are the closest thing to the market price and are still considered a collectors’ item. Silver bullion bars are great for storage as they are easier to stack and takes up less space.

Conclusion: 

As the media heats up Wallstreet, people are wondering should they buy and own silver for investment purposes.

Well, this post will answer some of your pressing questions about owning silver as an investment.