#i need to watch again to check the credits for the artist of this one specific scene that was RAD

[batbabydamian]

Merry Little Batman is out on Amazon Prime! i went to the screening over the weekend and it’s such a cute movie 😭 basically 90% Damian which was a pleasant surprise haha

[heliosunny]

ur yandere crown prince!phainon x reader fic was so delicious i hope you write more of it

I wrote a ton of drafts for these rq :)))) so here u r~

also does anyone know any artists that I can contact and ask for their art permission to feature the fics? Will def give full credits ✨✨ i tried to dm some but they r too busy

Yandere!Crown Prince Phainon x Reader - P2

Visit [part 1]

Your days of healing were slow, yet never lonely. Phainon remained at your side, his devotion unwavering. He ensured you were comfortable, personally overseeing your meals, your medicine, and the servants attending you.

“You needn’t stay with me all day.” you murmured weakly one evening, attempting to reassure him.

His eyes softened, but his voice was firm. “Where else would I be?”

Even on the darkest nights, when you stirred from fevered dreams, he was there—his hand brushing away the damp strands of hair from your forehead, his voice a quiet promise that you would never suffer alone.

Your interactions were not without company. Mydei, Anaxa, and Castorice visited frequently, each bringing a different kind of relief.

“I must admit, I never expected to see His Highness so domestic” Anaxa mused one afternoon, lounging in a chair across from your bed as Phainon carefully adjusted your pillows.

“Perhaps he intends to abandon the throne and become a caretaker” Castorice teased.

Phainon, unimpressed, shot them both a glare. “Mock me again, and I’ll have you both reassigned to the coldest region in the kingdom.”

Mydei merely sipped his tea. “A small price to pay to witness this sight.”

You laughed softly, the warmth in your chest easing the discomfort in your body. “You all act as though His Highness is incapable of kindness.”

Anaxa smirked. “Oh, he is plenty kind—to you.”

Phainon sighed and dismissed them with a wave of his hand. “If you’re all finished with your nonsense, she needs rest.”

Despite his scolding, the presence of his closest allies eased the burdens of war and betrayal—if only for a moment.

Though bedridden, you refused to be idle. As soon as your strength allowed, you assisted Phainon with his paperwork, offering insights and solutions that even his advisors had overlooked.

“You do not need to exhaust yourself with this.” Phainon had told you, watching as you scribbled notes beside him.

“I may not hold a sword, but my mind is still sharp” you replied, meeting his gaze with quiet determination.

He stared at you for a long moment before a rare, fond smile graced his lips. “That, my love, is undeniable.”

Your counsel became invaluable. Even in his darkest days, when the weight of war and treachery threatened to consume him, you were there to steady him.

“You are not alone in this” you reminded him, reaching for his hand.

Phainon exhaled, his fingers lacing with yours. “Then stay by my side always.”

You did.

But that loyalty made you a target.

Many sought to harm Phainon, seeing you as his greatest weakness. Assassination attempts were frequent, but none succeeded. You remained wary, but one day, you overheard something chilling—a plot to poison your husband.

That night, you clasped his hand tightly. “Do not drink from your goblet at tomorrow’s council meeting.”

Phainon stilled. “What did you hear?”

You explained in hushed tones. He listened, silent and composed, but beneath the surface, a storm raged.

“They should trouble you no more” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

The next morning, the traitors never made it past the palace gates.

Phainon had acted swiftly, eliminating the conspirators before their poison could ever reach him.

But the attack had shifted something in him.

“I have been too lenient,” he told you one evening, standing by the window, eyes dark with thought. “If they continue to see you as my weakness, they will never stop.”

The next day, he left to secure the borders and reinforce the kingdom’s security.

Though he was gone, he ensured you were protected. Mydei, ever reliable, checked on you frequently.

“I don’t know whether to be honored or exhausted” Mydei sighed one evening, setting down a fresh report. “His Highness treats me as your personal shadow.”

“And yet, you do not complain” you noted with a smile.

He smirked. “How could I, when you provide better conversation than half the court?”

Despite Phainon’s instructions for you not to overthink, you couldn’t help yourself. Late into the nights, you drafted plans, strategies to strengthen his efforts and had Mydei deliver them.

“You should rest” Mydei warned. “His Highness would not be pleased if he knew you were losing sleep over his affairs.”

“Then do not tell him” you replied simply.

Though he shook his head, Mydei never failed to deliver your letters.

One day, you received an unexpected visitor. A delegation from a foreign kingdom had arrived, requesting an audience. Among them was their prince, a striking man with sharp eyes and a confident air.

“It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness.” he greeted, offering a practiced smile. “I have heard much of your wisdom.”

Something about the way he looked at you—too keen, too interested—put you on edge.

The foreign prince sat across from you in the grand receiving hall, his presence commanding yet unfamiliar. His kingdom had sent an official delegation, but his interest in you felt far more personal.

“I have heard much of your wisdom, Your Highness.” he said smoothly, offering a charming yet calculating smile. “It is no wonder your husband values your counsel so highly.”

You kept your posture composed, your hands delicately folded in your lap. “You flatter me” you replied politely, though your instincts urged caution.

“It is not flattery, merely truth” he countered, his gaze lingering just a moment too long. “I find it fascinating that a woman of your intellect and grace holds such influence over the kingdom’s future.”

You stiffened slightly, recognizing the underlying implication. This was not just a diplomatic visit—he was testing boundaries.

Phainon rode back to the capital sooner than expected, his presence heralded by the sight of his royal banner unfurling against the evening sky.

He had been away for weeks, ensuring the kingdom’s borders were secure, eradicating threats before they could reach you. But the moment Mydei’s latest report reached him—detailing the foreign prince—he abandoned all else.

The throne, the court, the war—none of it mattered in that instant.

Only you.

The moment he stepped foot in the palace, he demanded answers.

“Where is she?” His voice was ice, sharp enough to cut through the air.

Mydei met his gaze steadily. “With the foreign delegation, Your Highness.”

The sound of Phainon’s gloves tightening around his sword hilt cut him off.

Without another word, he strode toward the receiving hall.

You felt the change in the air before you saw him.

A sudden tension rippled through the court as the heavy doors to the hall slammed open.

Phainon stood at the entrance, his blue eyes burning with cold fury. His cloak billowed behind him as he stepped forward, each movement deliberate, controlled—but the grip on his sword said otherwise.

The foreign prince looked up, clearly intrigued rather than intimidated. “Ah, Your Highness. We were just speaking of you.”

Phainon’s gaze never left yours. “Leave.”

The prince raised an eyebrow. “Pardon?”

Phainon turned his head slightly—just enough to fix the man with a chilling glare. “I said, leave. Before I stain this floor with your blood.”

The court fell silent.

You rose gracefully from your seat, placing a calming hand on Phainon’s arm. “My love, we must not—”

“Did he touch you?” Phainon asked lowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blinked, startled by the lethal edge to his tone. “No, of course not.”

“Then he still breathes only because of that.”

The foreign prince chuckled, clearly entertained. “Your reputation precedes you, Crown Prince. I meant no offense—only admiration.”

Phainon’s expression remained unreadable, but the tension in his body was palpable.

“Admiration is not an excuse to covet what belongs to me.”

His words sent a chill through the room.

You sighed internally. If you didn’t intervene now, there would be bloodshed.

“Your Highness” you addressed the foreign prince with measured calm, “perhaps it is best we conclude this meeting. My husband has just returned, and I would prefer to greet him in peace.”

For a moment, the prince hesitated—then he smiled knowingly, as if he had learned something from this encounter.

“Of course, Crown Princess. Until we meet again.”

Phainon did not move until the foreign prince had fully exited the hall.

The moment the doors shut behind him, Phainon exhaled sharply, turning to you with eyes still dark with restrained fury.

“Why was he here?”

“Diplomatic matters” you answered honestly. “He arrived unexpectedly, and I could not refuse an audience.”

His jaw tightened. “You should have sent him away.”

“And insult his kingdom?” You shook your head. “You know as well as I do that—”

“I do not care for his kingdom.” His voice was low, dangerous. “I care for you.”

He reached forward, grasping your hands—gently, but with an urgency that sent warmth through your fingertips.

“You are my wife. My Queen-to-be. I will not tolerate another man looking at you the way I do.”

Your breath caught at the intensity in his eyes.

You had always known Phainon’s love was possessive. But in this moment, you realized—his devotion had deepened into something even more dangerous.

“You do not need to be jealous” you murmured, squeezing his hands.

“It is not jealousy,” he corrected softly. “It is certainty. Certainty that you are mine, and mine alone.”

You sighed, stepping closer. “Then let me ease your worries.”

Phainon searched your expression, as if looking for reassurance, before his hand came up to cradle your face.

“If he or anyone else dares look at you again, I will end them before they even breathe your name.”

The foreign prince’s departure did not bring peace. If anything, it only stirred the waters further.

Days after the tense encounter, rumors swept through the court—whispers that the foreign kingdom had taken offense to Phainon’s hostility. Some nobles feared war, while others murmured about the foreign prince’s persistence.

And then, one night, a letter arrived.

Delivered in secrecy, sealed with foreign wax.

Phainon found it first.

He recognized the handwriting immediately—too refined, too familiar.

“I was most intrigued by our meeting, Your Highness. I regret we did not have more time to speak in private. I will not give up so easily. Expect to see me again soon.”

The parchment crumpled in his grip.

The fool had dared to send you a personal letter.

Phainon’s hand twitched toward his sword, his first instinct to ride out and end this persistent nuisance before he could step foot in the kingdom again.

But then, he breathed.

Killing him now would make the foreign prince a martyr. A justified war.

No—Phainon would play this game his way.

And he would ensure this man never had a chance to see you again.

The foreign prince's entourage vanished at the border, their horses found wandering near the cliffs. The official reports claimed an unfortunate accident—bandits, perhaps, or a treacherous fall during the night.

But those who truly understood the workings of the kingdom knew better.

When you heard the news, you merely glanced at Phainon over dinner.

“Did you do this?”

He took a slow sip of his wine before replying. “Do you truly wish to know?”

You held his gaze for a long moment before shaking your head. “No.”

A small, satisfied smile curled at his lips. “Then let us speak of other matters.”

The foreign prince was not the only one who coveted you.

Among the noble families, admiration turned to resentment. Many had once hoped to claim the position you now held, and among them was Lady Evanthe, the daughter of a powerful Duke.

She had been raised to believe she would one day stand beside Phainon as queen.

But you had stolen that future.

And she would not forgive you for it.

One evening, as you walked through the palace gardens, a voice called out to you.

“Your Highness.”

You turned, meeting the sharp gaze of Lady Evanthe. She was beautiful—icy and composed, draped in a flowing white gown that gave her an almost ghostly presence under the moonlight.

“Lady Evanthe” you acknowledged cautiously.

She curtsied, but there was no warmth in her movements. “Forgive me for the sudden approach, but I wished to speak with you alone. It is a matter of… concern.”

You did not trust her. But you were not a coward.

“Then speak.”

She tilted her head. “Do you truly believe you are suited to be queen?”

You raised a brow. “That is not for me to decide. It is Phainon’s will, and the will of the king.”

Her lips curved slightly. “Yes. But wills can change.”

A threat. Thinly veiled, but a threat nonetheless.

You did not flinch. “What are you suggesting?”

Evanthe stepped closer. “I am suggesting that your presence is unnatural. You have disrupted what should have been, stolen what was meant for another. You were not born for this role. You were not raised for it. You are a mere daughter of a noble house—nothing more.”

“And yet, I stand where you do not.”

Her smile faltered. “Do you think yourself untouchable?”

“No,” you said evenly. “But I am protected.”

And as if summoned by your words, a shadow loomed behind you. Phainon.

His arrival was silent, but his presence was suffocating. His blue eyes flickered to Evanthe, sharp as a blade.

“Lady Evanthe,” he greeted, voice deceptively calm. “You seem lost.”

She took a step back, stiffening. “Your Highness, I was merely—”

“Insulting my wife” he interrupted smoothly.

A beat of silence.

“That was not my intention—”

“Oh?” Phainon’s gaze darkened. “Then I must be mistaken. But I do so hate being mistaken.”

Evanthe paled. She knew what he was. She knew what he could do.

And yet, she had been foolish enough to believe she could challenge you.

“This will be the last time you speak to her” Phainon continued “If I so much as hear your name in her presence again, I will erase your house from history.”

Evanthe swallowed hard, her fingers trembling at her sides.

“Do you understand?”

She curtsied—low, deep, desperate. “Yes, Your Highness.”

Without another word, she turned and fled.

You sighed, glancing at Phainon. “You didn’t have to terrify her.”

He looked down at you, expression unreadable. “Do you want them to challenge you?”

You hesitated. “No, but—”

“Then let them fear.”

His hand found yours, lacing your fingers together.

“You are mine” he murmured. “And I will burn down this kingdom before I let anyone take you from me.”

Disguised in simple clothing, you had slipped past the palace gates under the cover of dusk, accompanied only by a single trusted handmaiden. You had always known that rulers must understand their people, but what you witnessed in the city left a heavy weight in your chest. Cracked roads, hungry children, merchants struggling under unfair taxation—troubles that never reached the palace halls. You knew Phainon was focused on war and politics, but this? This needed to be fixed.

By the time you returned to the palace, you were already drafting solutions in your mind to present to him first thing in the morning.

But Phainon had found out before then. And he was waiting.

The moment you stepped into your chambers, the air shifted.

"Close the door" came a voice from the shadows.

Your heart skipped. The handmaiden behind you flinched, bowing quickly before retreating. The doors shut.

You turned slowly.

Phainon sat in the chair near the window, bathed in moonlight. His eyes glowed in the dim room, sharp and unreadable.

"Did you think I wouldn’t know?" His voice was dangerously soft.

You swallowed, steadying yourself. "I had a reason—"

"You disobeyed me."

You exhaled sharply. "Phainon, I do not exist solely to obey you."

He stood, and in an instant, he was in front of you, close enough for his warmth to press against your skin, close enough for you to see the way his jaw tensed in barely contained fury.

"You left the palace alone," he seethed. "Without guards. Without me."

"I needed to see things for myself" you countered, refusing to step back. "There are people suffering under policies that have gone unnoticed—"

"And what would have happened if someone recognized you? If they had tried to take you from me?"

You hesitated, but only for a breath. "Then I would have dealt with it."

He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Would you? Would you have fought them while injured? While still recovering from the last attempt on your life?"

Silence.

Then, he inhaled, slow and controlled.

"You don’t understand." he murmured, voice quieter now—but no less intense. "Every time you are out of my sight, I can feel the threats closing in. I can feel the daggers aimed at your back. You are my greatest treasure, and yet you walk straight into the lion’s den without hesitation."

Your heart ached.

"I’m not trying to make you worry" you whispered.

He closed his eyes briefly, his forehead pressing against yours.

"And yet you do."

For a moment, the world stilled.

Then, a sudden clank echoed through the chamber, followed by a low thud.

The two of you turned sharply.

The door.

Locked.

Phainon’s lips pressed into a thin line as he stepped forward, testing the handle. When it didn’t budge, his gaze darkened. "Someone will die for this."

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "It’s the wind, Phainon. The lock on this door is old—it must have fallen into place when the door shut."

He didn’t look convinced.

"So we’re stuck?"

"Until morning, most likely."

A long silence.

Then, without warning, Phainon turned, grabbed you by the waist, and lifted you effortlessly into his arms.

"What are you—?"

"If we are to be trapped, we might as well be comfortable." he stated, carrying you toward the bed.

You huffed, crossing your arms. "I can walk, you know."

"And yet you do not stop me."

You scowled, but didn’t protest.

Lying in the dim candlelight, neither of you spoke for a long while.

Then, softly- "I’m sorry" you said.

Phainon stilled beside you.

You turned to face him, eyes sincere. "I won’t apologize for wanting to help the people, but I will apologize for worrying you."

His eyes studied you, unreadable at first, then, slowly, something softened in them.

"I should not cage you" he admitted. "I know that. And yet, the thought of losing you—" He exhaled. "It would unmake me."

Your chest ached. Gently, you reached out, intertwining your fingers with his.

"Then let me promise you this," you whispered. "I will be careful. I will not put myself at risk needlessly. But in return, you must trust me to act when I see injustice."

He was silent.

Then, finally, he squeezed your hand.

"Very well."

You smiled, relieved.

But just as you began to relax, a shiver ran through you.

Cold.

Phainon noticed instantly.

"You’re trembling."

"I’m fine" you lied, though the way you curled into yourself said otherwise.

He tsked, pulling you into his warmth. "Foolish woman" he murmured against your hair. "You’ve caught a cold."

You groaned. "It’s not my fault."

"Oh, but it is" he teased, a smirk curling his lips. "Weak from your last injury, sneaking out into the cold air… truly, you should be grateful that I am strong. At least our future children will have excellent physical condition."

You swatted at him weakly. "Phainon!"

He chuckled, shifting to hold you closer, his arms an unyielding shield around you.

"Sleep" he murmured. "I will be here when you wake."

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Mattinesh Jay is the chronically responsible eldest son and dutiful heir striving to keep his family’s business running. Luca Piere is a menace of a con artist desperately trying to escape his past by taking up the blade. When the pair meet, swords clash, and sparks fly. Soon, they’re entangled in a conspiracy that may bring Matti’s house to ruin if they don’t work together.

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Chapter 1 Matti laid his fingers on the polished edge of the bar’s wooden surface and forced himself to stop counting sheep. And yards of twill. And looms in need of repair, and outstanding debts.

Instead, he counted today’s collection of ink smudges, bruise-black on the brown skin of his hands: six. He counted the number of blue dyes that would have been used in the fabric of the bartender’s layered skirt: four, possibly five if the palest shade was true dimflower and not just the result of fading.

The tense throb of pain like a fist clenched in his hair eased, grudgingly, to a quiet ache. Bearable. Normal.

It was busy in the drinking house, the post-dinner hour that usually found Matti heading back to his study to finish the paperwork that a member of his family had tugged him away from in order to eat. Matti counted the number of flavoured jenever bottles on the shelf behind the bar—fifteen—in the time it took Audry to finish serving her current customer and sweep her sky-coloured skirts to stand in front of Matti. “And here’s a face we haven’t seen in a while! Something tells me you’re here for a celebration, Mr. Jay.”

Matti hoped the smile he’d pulled onto his face wasn’t the wrong size, or the wrong shade of abashed. “News travels fast.”

“Mattinesh Jay and Sofia Cooper. A match surprising exactly no one.”

Matti kept the smile going. There was a silence in which Audry politely didn’t say, Pity she’s in love with someone else, and so Matti didn’t have to say, Yes, isn’t it?Audry said, “Wait here a moment. I’ve got something in the back that I think will do nicely.”

Matti cast a glance over the room as Audry disappeared. His cousin Roland made an extravagant sighing motion and pretended to check his watch when Matti’s eyes landed on their table. A burst of laughter came from a dark-skinned woman nearby; she was wearing a dress that rode high at the knee to reveal a fall of lace like frothing water, a northern style of garment that Matti’s own northerner mother seldom wore these days.

At the closest table the Mason Guildmaster, Lysbette Martens, was deep in conversation with a senior member of the Guild of Engineers. Martens met Matti’s gaze with her own and nodded brief acknowledgement. He was sure she was weighing his presence as consciously as he was weighing hers. This was a place to be seen, after all.

“Here you are. Red wine for young lovers.”

Matti turned around again. Audry named the price for the bottle as she uncorked it and set it on the bar. Matti paid her, ignoring the lurch like a fishhook in his stomach at the amount on the credit notes he was so casually handing over. Mattinesh Jay, firstborn of his distinguished House, had no reason not to indulge in one of the finest bottles of wine that money could buy.

No reason that anyone here would know about, anyway.

Matti took the bottle in one hand and hooked three glasses with the other. Making his way over to the table, his mind circled back to dwell on the wrong sort of numbers. The money in Matti’s purse was painstakingly calculated: enough for the first round of engagement drinks, and enough for him to hire a top-of-the-range duellist who would step forward in the awkwardly likely event of someone challenging for Sofia’s hand at the wedding itself.

Matti’s skin prickled cold at the very thought of what might happen if Adrean Vane challenged against Matti’s marriage to Sofia and won. His family’s last hope would be gone. Matti would have failed them in this, the most useful thing he could do for them.

He was so caught up in this uneasy imagining as he wove through the room that he collided, hard, with another person’s shoulder. Matti was both tall and broad, not easily unbalanced; the unfortunate other member of the collision made a grab for Matti’s coat, couldn’t get a good grip, and tripped to the ground with a caught-back “Fu—”

Matti tried to step backwards. They were crammed into a small space between tables and there were people moving around them. His first panicked instinct had been to keep the wine bottle upright and the glasses safe, so he didn’t have a hand free to steady himself on a chair.

He wasn’t quite sure what happened next, except that he ended up wobbling and stepping forward instead, and he felt his boot come down on something that was not the floorboards. A small, pathetic, grinding mechanical sound crawled up Matti’s nerves, heel to head, and reached his ears even amidst the noise of the busy room.

“Sorry!” he said at once. “I’m sorry. Was that—Oh, Huna’s teeth.”

The man on the floor jerked his head up, staring at Matti, and Matti stared back.

For a moment all that Matti could see was the wide, straight line of the man’s mouth, set beneath an equally straight nose, and the frame that set off the whole: the dark, luminous copper-red hair that seemed to be trying to grow in about ten different directions.

The man’s tongue darted out in a nervous mannerism, wetting his lower lip. Something in Matti’s own mouth tried to happen in a yearning echo.

“Would you please lift,” the man said precisely, “your godsdamned foot?” Heat flooded Matti’s face. He snatched his foot backwards with enough force that his heel collided with a chair leg.

The redheaded man stood, his fingers closed convulsively tight around a small velvet bag. His brown coat was shabby and made of a coarsely woven fabric, though his shirt was good and his trousers had probably been equally so before they’d been overwashed into a patchy shine.

“Fuck fuck shitting—fuck,” the man said in tones of despair, with a lilt to his accent that placed him at least one city-state farther east: Cienne, or possibly Sanoy. He shook the contents of the bag into his palm and ventured into new realms of inappropriate language as he did so.

Enough people had witnessed their collision, or had their heads turned by the stream of expletives, that there were a fair few necks craning to see what was in the man’s hand. Matti, at whom the shaking fingers of this hand were pointed most directly, couldn’t help seeing for himself the ragged, glinting pile of cogs and jewels and glass. Only the intact cover—monogrammed in a swirling, engraved H—spoke of this pile’s previous existence as a pocket watch. A very expensive pocket watch, by the look of it.

The man’s breath hissed out through his teeth. “Guildmaster Havelot is going to use my arm bones as a fucking lathe. He only had it made to order, and he only trusted me to pick it up, didn’t he? Two hundred gold. Fucking fuck.”

“I’m so sorry,” Matti said again. He recognised the name: Havelot was the Woodworker Guildmaster in Cienne. “Truly. I can—” He stopped. The abrupt lack of his words created a silence that seemed to suck noise into itself, as conversations died to murmurs and the onlookers sensed something interesting.

The man looked straight at Matti with a stubborn lift of his chin. His brows, the same absurd colour as the rest of his hair, had sprung up into the beginnings of hope; as Matti’s silence grew longer, they lowered again. And then lowered farther. He swept a look down and then slowly up Matti’s own outfit, and now pride warred with scorn in the way those maddening lips pressed together.

Matti felt sick. His own coat was made of the finest wool, a midnight blue cut perfectly to his figure, and the rest of his clothes were of the same quality. He was holding a bottle of extremely good wine. Anybody looking at him would make immediate assumptions about the amount of ready money that Matti might have, and the ease with which he would be able to reimburse a poor clerk, if he’d just ruined a pricey piece of artificer’s skill that the man’s employer had trusted him to travel all the way to Glassport to collect.

Of course they would make these assumptions. That was the point.

Matti swallowed and felt the burning heaviness of his purse redouble. He’d be left with enough to a hire a duellist, yes, but not one of the highest skill. It wouldn’t buy himself and his family the absolute security they needed.

His friends were looking at him. It seemed like every pair of eyes in the drinking house was looking, and in another moment the murmurs of curiosity would turn to murmurs of disapprobation. I thought Matti Jay had more honour than that, they would say. What’s two hundred gold to someone like him?

Besides, the plain fact of the matter was that Matti had broken the watch. And he couldn’t pretend that he and this man with his proud mouth and poor coat, patched at one elbow, were on an equal footing. Even if he were left without a bronze, Matti would still have influence, connections, the weight of his family’s name. That was still worth something. For now.

So that was that.

“I—I really am sorry.” Matti set the wine and glasses down on the corner of the nearest table and pulled his purse from inside his coat. He kept his gaze on the man’s face, on a pair of eyes that were either grey or brown—impossible to tell from this angle—and urgently willed them not to look away. To a degree that seemed irrational, he wanted to banish the judgemental expression from the man’s face. “Of course I’ll cover the cost. Two hundred gold. Who did the work?”

The man glanced down at the metal scraps in his hand, as though the answer might be hidden in the pile. “Speck,” he said at last. “Frans Speck, in Amber Lane.”

“He’s a fair man. Tell him what happened and he’ll rush through the repair job,” Matti said. He held out the century notes.

The man tipped the wreckage of the watch back into the bag and closed his hand around the money, slow and wary. His fingertips had rough patches that scraped against Matti’s own, sending a tingle up Matti’s arm.

“I appreciate it,” the man said. He looked less cold now, though still nowhere near warm. “You’ve saved my life. Really.”

Matti forced himself to smile. Forced himself to say, “It’s nothing,” as though it really were nothing.

The man nodded awkwardly at Matti and tucked both money and bag into a pocket. Then he turned and was gone, headed for the door.

Matti somehow made his way to his table and sat down. His heart was pounding so loudly that he could barely hear anything else, and he wanted to shout at his own blood to be quiet and let him think. He needed to be alone in his study. He needed to contemplate his options, and make lists, and pore over the accounts for the thousandth time, in case they transmuted themselves into a picture of prosperity instead of the ugly, desperate reality that nobody outside of Matti’s immediate family knew about.

“Two hundred gold,” he said, before he could stop himself. “Two hundred.”

“We saw. Hard luck,” his cousin Roland said, making a face.

Perhaps it was stretching the term to call Roland and Wynn his friends, but they were the closest thing Matti had to members of that category, and the only people he’d been able to think of to form his wedding party. At least the three of them never found it too hard to pick up their acquaintanceship again, even if it had been months since their last conversation.

Wynn turned the bottle of wine to inspect the yellow butterfly on the label. “How appropriate that we’re drinking wine from your betrothed’s own winery.”

“Audry’s idea of a joke, I think,” Matti said. The word betrothed had landed in his ears like a piece of music played in an unfamiliar key; his mind was still turning it over, trying to decide how it felt about the melody. His hand was shaking as he poured the first glass, sending the stream of dark wine shivering and slipping. He’d steadied it by the time he poured the second.

“Huna smile,” he said, opening the toasts by lifting his own glass. “Thanks for agreeing to stand up with me, you two.”

“Drown your sorrows in this one, and by the time we hit the next bottle you’ll remember that you’re here to celebrate. And that once you’re married to Sofia Cooper,” Roland went on, lowering his voice sympathetically, “Jay House will be rolling in enough money to replace a hundred watches.”

Except that Matti had to get himself successfully married in the first place. And he’d just lost his best guarantee of doing so.

He let the old, gorgeous wine flood down his throat until a good third of his glass had vanished. He felt lightheaded; it had to be panic, because the wine couldn’t be working that fast. Panic and a sense of becoming unmoored. And the image of the man’s face, pale and sharply beautiful, gazing up from where he was kneeling at Matti’s feet.

“A fair effort,” Wynn said, when Matti put the glass down. “But I’ll show you children of Huna how it’s done.” He raised his own glass. “Agar fill your plates and cups.”

Matti smiled and drank again, accepting the toast. Maybe the wine was working after all. He could still feel his panic, the wound-up watch of his worry, but he shoved it away into a recess of his mind: its own small, dark velvet bag. It would be safe enough there. It would last until tomorrow. Matti’s ability to worry was shatterproof.

For now, he was going to drink.

[kanmom51]

Bringing back Only then

I've been missing Jikook so very much and watching song edits, cause why not, right?

And Only then, that is one that is on repeat for me.

JK's cover of this song is so damn good.

And I'm sitting there eating my breakfast (tmi of the day?) and watching the edit and reading the lyrics again and it just clicks in my brain.

Obviously those lyrics and JK's choice to cover the song and his unbelievably emotional singing that just draws you in is not something new. This song meant something to him, way back in 2018. Let's not forget that he released his cover for White day 2018, surprise surprise. Yeah, White day. We know what he was doing on White day 2023...

March 2018, following Jikook's Tokyo trip. March 2018, when members were rethinking if, what, where and how to continue as BTS, as artists.

This one wasn't written by him, but it sure meant A LOT to him!!!

Those lyrics.

They meant everything back then in 2018.

But now. In 2024. Looking back at the two of them, and even more so at the last 3 years, these words, they hit me like a freight train.

The lyrics.

Their past.

Their present.

Their future.

The way to love me isn’t hard Just hold me tight like you are now

We don’t know what will happen to us later But I like that nothing’s decided

Who cares what others say? We can’t live without each other, so what’s the problem? We can be more in love together

I can't...

These lines hit even harder now that we know what they went through in 2023 (well, part of what they went through, but we did see on live just how affected JK was), and to what lengths they went to not be separated during their military service.

But this isn't the end of it.

Because the next lines repeat that sentiment.

If you start to like someone else If I get used to not being with you When that time comes, when it’s that time Only then we can break up

And obviously, that ain't happening any time soon.

Nope, not happening...

Not at all.

Oh, and back to this again...

This song, it's lyrics, they just hit so hard.

The way to love you isn’t hard If I smile once more and care for you more

Clip credit to @ nuri  நூரி

The way we love isn’t hard If we look at each other like it’s the first time every time

Whether you want it or not, I’m going to hold onto you When I get too tired that I can’t even walk When that time comes, when it’s that time Only then we can break up Only then we can break up

Now I am definitley ugly crying. Bawling my eyes out.

I miss them so much.

😭😭

[uses-for-fics]

Love is Embarrassing | Eric Bouchard

pt. 2 <~~ can be found here

YN stood in the back of the bustling film set, pencil in hand, watching as the crew adjusted the lights and the camera rolled into position. As a storyboard artist for ‘Tecto’, she had a front-row seat to the action, yet her gaze constantly wandered to the man behind the camera. Eric, the director, moved with a sharp precision, directing the crew and actors with an intensity that she admired. He was demanding, yes, but she loved being part of his vision, often on call for his constant script changes and feedback. Those were Eric’s orders.

Every time Eric called her over to discuss a scene or a shot, YN felt a flicker of excitement that went beyond the thrill of the job. It was no secret to herself—she harbored a deep crush on him, a feeling that had grown over the months working together but they never crossed that line. Theirs was a professional relationship, though every shared glance and conversation carried an undercurrent of something more.

As YN sketched, her pencil strokes tracing the sharp angles of Eric’s focused expression, a shadow loomed over her.

“Still drawing the boss, huh?” Adam’s teasing voice broke her concentration. He was the lead actor, playing Tecto, the hero of the movie, and always full of playful energy.

YN quickly closed her sketchbook, a blush rising to her cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, but Adam’s knowing grin made it clear she wasn’t fooling anyone.

Whenever there was downtime on set, YN found herself sketching Eric. It wasn’t like she could help it—he was her muse, his intensity and passion translating perfectly onto the page. She'd captured him in different moments: deep in thought, laughing with the crew, even the way his hair fell messily during long shoots.

She’d grown careful about it, always making sure to keep her distance, never letting on that she spent every spare moment drawing him but the feelings that poured into those sketches were impossible to ignore. For YN, it was a quiet way of expressing her affection for him, an outlet for what she couldn't say out loud.

Adam, of course, was more observant than YN had given him credit for. During one particular scene change, he had seen her sketching again, eyes focused solely on Eric. He teased her relentlessly about it, but this time, he took it a step further. When YN left her sketchbook on her chair to head to the restroom, Adam couldn’t resist.

With a mischievous grin, he flipped through the pages. His eyes widened as he saw drawing after drawing of Eric, each one capturing him perfectly. Chuckling to himself, Adam pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures of the sketches. He knew just what to do. “Looks like you have a secret admirer.” He signed as he sent the photos to someone.

Moments later, Eric’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Eric was in the middle of reviewing a shot when he checked his phone, only to find a text from Adam. Attached were photos of YN’s drawings—of him. At first, he blinked in surprise. He had always appreciated YN’s artistic talents, but he hadn't realized she’d been using him as a subject so often.

A warm feeling stirred in his chest as he flipped through the images. The attention to detail, the way she had captured him so vividly—it struck him that YN had been quietly admiring him all this time, just as he had been doing with her.

He scanned to her usual spot. She was gone. Without thinking too much about it, he picked up his phone and dialed her number.

“YN,” he said when she answered, “I need your help with something urgent. There’s a script change I’d like your input on. Can you meet me after we wrap up today?”

YN was puzzled by Eric’s call. Script change? It wasn’t unusual for him to ask her for help, but there was something different in his voice this time. Nonetheless, she agreed, and after the day’s shoot ended, she met him at the quiet corner of the set where he waited.

“So, what’s this urgent change?” she asked, trying to sound casual.

Eric hesitated for a moment, his usual confidence wavering slightly. “It’s about a new scene I’m considering. A date scene, actually.”

YN blinked in confusion. “A date scene?”

“For you and me,” Eric clarified, his eyes meeting hers, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Off the script.”

Realization dawned on her. Her heart raced as she realized what he was saying. She hadn’t expected this, not after months of keeping her feelings hidden.

“I thought… maybe we should give it a shot,” Eric continued. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and, well… after seeing those sketches, I figured it was time.”

YN’s face flushed with embarrassment, but also a surge of excitement. Adam! She would have to thank him—and yell at him—later.

“Well,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady, “I think I’d like that.” She covered her face with her hands. “I just can’t believe Adam would send you those sketches! It’s so embarrassing.”

Eric removed her hands from her face and smiled. “Love is embarrassing but it’s worth it no?”

Their date that night was the first of many. What had started as a quiet, unspoken attraction finally blossomed into something real. On set, things didn’t change much, at least not for the public eye, though there was a new spark between them that even the crew began to notice.

Adam, ever the troublemaker, couldn’t resist teasing them both. “You know, YN, I should start charging for my matchmaking services.”

YN only rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t deny it—Adam’s sneaky plan had given her the push she needed, and now, she was living the scenes she’d only sketched in the past.

[bteezxyewriter12]

All Yours

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5.4k

Includes- Masturbation, pussy eating, fingering, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, table sex, slight voyeurism-Namjoon catches Yoongi and reader, sex from behind, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @svnbangtansworld @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @marvelfamily3000 @amyz78 @blueie-things

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Yoongi POV

I’m fucking tired

I just finished a photo shoot and I’m walking back to the dressing room

I’m gonna change, take this crap off my face and get ready to leave

I wash my face and changed back to my sweatpants and t-shirt

Now I’m looking for Namjoon

He disappeared somewhere and we need him so we can leave

I just wanna go home and relax

I pass by a room but stop when I hear what sounds like moaning

I stand frozen in my spot, listening

I hear a tiny moan

Fuck

Don’t tell me Namjoon is fucking someone again

I’m still scarred from walking in on him last time

I take a quick peek inside and my eyes pop outta my head

One of our makeup artists, Joanne, who’s also the girl I happen to be in love with, is in there

The girl of my dreams

On the couch

No skirt or panties on

Legs apart and touching herself

I instantly get hard

This girl can make me hard just by looking at me

But seeing this?

I’m gonna have to go to the bathroom and jerk off right now

But I can’t move

I can’t tear my eyes away

I watch her fingers rub her clit as she moans

This is so fucking hot

I wish I was the one making her moan

But I can’t even talk to her that much before I sound like a complete idiot

I need to leave

I shouldn’t watch her

No matter how much I want to

I turn and am about to walk away when I hear, “Yoongi”

Did she just moan my name?

What the fuck?

I turn around and see her eyes closed and head back against the arm rest

“Fuck Yoongi, yea”

Oh my god!

She did say my name

“You feel so good Yoongi”, she moans again

No fucking way!

She’s thinking about me while she touches herself?

I’m so fucking turned on

I don’t know what I’m doing but the next thing I know I’m in the room, closing the door softly

She doesn’t hear me, she’s so lost in the pleasure

My feet carry me to the couch and I just look at her, watching her

Her pussy is so fucking wet and I moan, “Fuck”, when I see it

Her eyes snap open, sees me and a look of horror crosses her face

Shit

Me and my big fucking mouth

“Fuck!”, she yells, pulling her hand away and snapping her legs closed

“I…uh….I”, I stutter

“I’m sorry”, she says as she grabs her clothes and pulls her skirt on

Wait what?

“Huh?”

“I….I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have……..I…. I’m sorry I said you’re name. I uh…I’m just gonna leave”, she stammers

No, I don’t want her to leave

She’s almost at the door when I say, “Wait. Joanne. Wait”

She stops and slowly turns to me, “Please don’t get me fired. I…I need this job”

What?

Does she really think I’d do that?

No way

I’m not an asshole

“Do you want me?”, I blurt out

Smooth Yoongi, real smooth

Her mouth drops open

“Because you can have me”

“I….what?”, she asks confused

I need to get it together

If I can act sexy and cocky on stage I can do it now

“I want you Jo”

“You…what? Really?”, she asks, in disbelief

“Yes. Every since you walked through the door the first day, I’ve wanted you on my cock.”

Jeez

Where the fuck did that come from?

Is that too much?

“You’re joking”, she answers, looking so bewildered

I shake my head

Just say what you want

“No Joanne I’m not. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. I wanted nothing more than to kiss you, to touch you, to taste you, to be inside you, to feel you cum on my cock and my mouth, to feel your arms around me, to hear you scream my name.”

“Holy shit”, she whispers

“And if you want me, you can have me. Just say so and I’m yours”, I finish

She bites her lip and looks at me

“Yes. I want you”

Relief and excitement flood my body as I move quickly to her

My lips crash into hers in a heated kiss

Oh god, her kiss is everything

I never felt so alive kissing anyone

I feel like I’m on fire

I push her against the door and her arms go around my neck

Sliding my tongue in her mouth, she lets out a moan and I get so fucking turned on

I kiss her neck and she whimpers, “Yoongi”

Yes

Fuck yes

“I want to rip your fucking clothes off”, I groan

“Do it”, she answers

I look at her and she smirks

“Do it. I don’t care. I can get new clothes. Rip them off me”

Oh I fucking will

Kissing her again, I move my hands to her shirt

She’s wearing a button down shirt and I pull one side, buttons flying off everywhere

“Fuck”, she moans, “You’re so fucking hot”

Fuck, I’m glad she sees me like that

She has a tank top on under the shirt

Grabbing it from the top I pull it down, the fabric tearing down the middle

Once that’s off, I unhook her bra and throw it somewhere in the room

Moving back I look at her body and my eyes pop from my head

Again

She has a killer body

So fucking sexy and gorgeous

I kiss her again, my hands running all over her and finally squeezing her breasts

“Yes Yoongi, Jesus, I love you touching me”

Fuck I love touching her too

Her skin is so soft, pale and so fucking smooth

She pulls my shirt over my head in one motion

“Jesus Christ”, she gasps, “You’re fucking amazing. And so beautiful”

What?

No way But when I look at her, she’s looking at me like I am beautiful

What is wrong with her?

I’m not beautiful

I think I have the worst body of the guys

I don’t work out that much and I eat a lot

I know I’ve gained some weight

I open my mouth to talk but she says, “Shut up Yoongi, you are. You’re fucking beautiful so keep your mouth shut. Don’t ever think you’re not. You are”

And before I can say anything, she pulls me to her and kisses me, running her hands all over my back

“Fuck, I love the way you feel against me”, she murmurs

I know what she means

Feeling her skin against mine is the best thing in the world

Her hands move to my pants and she pulls them and my boxers down

I step out of them and pull her skirt down

Her panties are some kind of string thing

Moaning, I grab a string and pull, snapping it

I pull the other side too and it falls off her body

Pushing her against the door, I go on my knees

I want her in my mouth so badly

I move her legs open and attach my mouth and tongue to her clit

“Fuck!”, she yells when I start sucking on her

Pushing my fingers in her, I move them in and out while I play with her clit

My fingers rub against her spot inside and she screams

Fuck, I love her screams

I feel her hands slip in my hair and she pulls

I whimper from how good it feels

Licking her clit in the same spot over and over, I feel her get tight on my fingers

Yes

Fuck yes, I want her to cum

Sucking on her clit again and hitting her spot over and over she cums on my fingers, body trembling

“Yoongi, Yoongi shit!”, she yells

God I love her yelling my name when she cums

I pull my fingers out but I don’t stop licking

Licking her pussy, I taste her cum

Holy shit, she tastes so fucking good

Better than I imagined

“God Joanne, you taste so fucking good”

“Fuck”, she moans

“You’re my new favorite thing to eat”

“Oh my god Yoongi”

I smile while continuing to lick her

Sliding my tongue inside her, I lick inside then continue to lick up, finishing by sucking on her clit

I feel her shiver

She likes that so I’m gonna give her more

“Fuck Yoongi, your tongue is the best”, she moans while I continue

Hell yeah

“Yeah jagi?”

“Yeah. It feels so good”

I start moving my tongue faster, sliding up and sucking

Fuck, I want her to cum

“Baby”, I call

“Yyyy….yeah?”

“I want you to cum on my tongue”

She whimpers, “Can you do that for me?”

I glance up at her and see her nod

I keep my eyes on her while I eat her out

Her eyes are closed and she’s biting her bottom lip

I love that fucking habit

She does it all the time and it turns me on instantly

“Yoongi…I’m..”, she moans

I slide my tongue in her just as she cums

“Oh fuck”, she cries

My tongue is covered in her cum and I moan from the taste

I lick everything before I stand up

She looks at me, smirks and drops to her knees

“Holy crap Yoongi, your cock is huge!”

Jesus, she’s making me feel so good with just her words

She licks me from bottom to top before sucking on my head

Oh god, it feels so good

She puts her tongue on the underside and licks while she sucks

She wraps her hand around my shaft and starts stroking

Pleasure washes over me while I watch her go at it

She drops her hand, puts both on my thighs and moves forward, pulling all of me in her mouth

And throat

What the fuck?

She starts sucking and moving her head, pleasure exploding all over my body

How she’s not gagging I don’t know but I’m not complaining

I wrap her hair around my hand in a ponytail and pull

She moans

Oh my god she fucking moaned

“Baby, you’re fucking mouth is amazing”

I see her smile on my cock and I almost fucking lose it

I’m gonna cum if she keeps going and I don’t want to

I don’t know if I can get hard again

“Jo, baby stop.”

She looks up at me questioningly

“I wanna be inside you”

She nods and moves off me

I pick her up and carry her to the table in the middle of the room

Sitting her on it, I open her legs and look at her

She nods and I push in

“Oh my god”, she cries

“Fuck fuck”, I yell as I keep sliding in, pushing through her unbelievably tight cunt

I get half way in her when her body trembles and she cums, shouting my name

“Yoongi fuck oh my god”

My mouth drops open

Did she just cum?

From me just going inside her?

“Joanne, did you….how did…”, I splutter

“You feel so good Yoongi and you’re fucking huge. It feels good when you push in. And I don’t know, it just happened”, she blushes

I kiss her, then whisper, “You’re fucking amazing”

She smiles at me

Her hands grab my hips and pull me closer, sliding the rest of me in her

“Oh god Joanne. You’re so fucking tight baby girl. You feel so good”

She fits around me perfectly and she gets so much more wet

“Yoongi, baby, fuck me”, she asks, moaning, arms around my neck

“Yeah jagi, I will”, I answer, then start moving

I move faster and harder with every thrust

Her screams are music to my ears and fuels me to go harder and faster

God, she’s perfect

Her body, her face, her personality, everything about her I’m in love with

I kiss her neck and play with her nipples, while I fuck her good

I feel her tighten on me and I know she’s gonna cum

“Yeah baby. Do it. Cum on my cock baby girl”, I growl

“Fuck Yoongi!”, she shouts

Her legs start shaking when she orgasms

Her pussy pulsates on my cock, clenching me tightly, letting go and clenching again

It feels phenomenal

I could cum but I hold back

I want to make her orgasm more

When she finishes I push her back on the table and move her so her whole body is on the table

Then I climb on it too

“Open your pretty legs baby”, I ask

She smirks and slowly opens them

I suck in my breath, looking at her perfect pussy

Wrapping one of her legs around me and holding the other open, I thrust in and start moving hard

“Yes Yoongi, oh my god yes!”

Pleasure explodes on my body

God, I never felt this way during sex

It’s never been this good, this mind blowing

She yells at every slam, her hands in her hair and eyes closed as I give her pleasure

She’s almost ready

A few more slams and she’s gonna explode

And I never wanted something so much in that moment

“C'mon baby. Cum on me”, I urge

I slam her a few more times and she climaxes, screaming my name and her whole body shaking

Fuck, she’s so fucking gorgeous when she cums

I love watching her

Fucking her through her orgasm, I lay on her and kiss her

Her arms go around my neck and she kisses me back passionately

I move my hand up and down her side, her trembling as my fingers trail over her skin

“Yoongi, oh Yoongi. I love you in me”, she moans, kissing my neck

“Fuck Joanne. I love being inside you. You were made for me”, I whisper

She nods

“And I was made for you”, I add

“Yes Yoongi, yes. You’re perfect for me. You fit so well inside me. I don’t want you to leave”, she cries

“I won’t baby. I’ll stay as long as you want. I don’t want to leave either”

She moans and I feel her lift her hips and meets my thrusts, making me go deeper

“Jesus”, I gasp

“Yoongi baby, make me cum baby. I want to cum again”, she asks whimpering

“Yeah baby. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll make you cum so good baby girl”

She moans while I move faster

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Namjoon POV

I stand in the slightly open doorway my mouth dropped to the floor

I just walked in on Yoongi having sex with Joanne

Our make up artist

When I got back to the room where we were getting ready, the guys asked me where Yoongi was

They told me he went to look for me and he never came back

Then they said I should find him since he went to find me

As I walked in the hall, I heard moaning and yelling

Opening the door I thought the sounds were coming from, I was hit with the sight of Yoongi and Joanne

Is this how he felt when he walked in on me?

They didn’t even hear the door open, they’re so into each other, kissing and hands touching all over their bodies while they have sex

“More Yoongi. Harder”, she moans

“Anything for you Jo”, he answers

I can’t

I’ve never seen two people that into each other

Almost like they love each other

Jealousy flares

I’ve never been that into someone and I want that

I want to feel that

Yoongi’s hand goes to her ass, cupping and holding it, pulling her to him more

Her body starts shaking and her head goes back against the table, her eyes closed

“Yoongi, fuck yes, Yoongi”, she screams

Holy shit, she came

“Yeah baby. Good girl”, Yoongi murmurs while she shouts in pleasure, “Fuck I love when you cum on me”

Oh my god

I need to fucking leave

Yoongi kisses her passionately and she kisses him back just as passionately, again making jealousy flare through me

“You want more Jo? I want to give you more baby”, Yoongi asks

“Yes Yoongi. I want you. I’ll never have enough of you”, she answers

“Good baby. Because I’ll never get enough of you either”

Wait, are they in love?

They’re acting like it

Yoongi moves off her, grabbing her legs and sliding her down and off the table

He turns her around and bends her over the table

She stands opening her legs and he goes back in her

“Fuck!”, she screams

I need to leave right now

They still don’t know I’m here

I softly close the door and make my way to the bathroom

Because I’m fucking hard and I need to fix that

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After I take care of my hard on, I go back to the room where the guys are

“You didn’t find him?”, Hobi asks

“Uh..no I did”, I answer, turning red

“Is he coming?”, Jimin asks

He has no idea how ironic that sentence is

“Uh no. I didn’t talk to him”

“Why not? I want to go home!”, Jin whines

“He’s uh busy”

“Doing what? I’m gonna go find him and tell him to hurry the fuck up”, Jungkook says angrily

“No! Don’t”, I yell

They all look at me wide eyed

“Why?”, Tae asks

“He’s uh….he’s….”

Fuck what do I say?

“What? If you don’t spit it out then I’m going to go look for him”, Jungkook threatens

“He’s, uh, fuck, he’s having sex”, I answer, my face heating up

“WHAT?”, Jin yells

“Yeah I uh walked in on him”

“Oh that’s priceless! He walked in on you and now you did it to him”, Jimin burst out laughing

“It’s not funny”

“Yeah it is”, Jungkook laughs

“Did he yell at you?”, Tae asks

“Uh no. He didn’t even notice I was there. They were so into each other, they didn’t hear the door open”

“What? Who is he with?”, Jin asks, shocked

“Yeah uh, he’s with Joanne”, I answer

Silence

“Joanne? Our makeup artist?”, Jungkook gasps

“About time”, Hobi answers

All of us snap our gaze to him

“What?”, I ask

“He’s in love with her. For the last two years.”

“How do you know?”, Tae questions

“He told me and you have to be blind to not see how he acts around her. Or how she acts around him. I told him she loves him or at least likes him but he doesn’t believe me”

Well I guess I’m blind because I didn’t see shit

“I think she loves him too”, I bring up

“Really? Why do you say that?”, Jimin asks

“Because of the way they were together. The way they touched each other, kissed each other, what they were saying to each other. And like I said, they were in their own world. I’ve never seen two people that into each other.”

“Damn. If she loves him too, he’s lucky”, Jin answers

“He is?”, Jungkook asks confused

“Yeah. Don’t you want that? Someone who loves you and only sees you? Someone who wants you that much? If she feels that way for him, he’s incredibly lucky”

He is, I realize

“Yeah, I was jealous when I saw them. I’ve never been that into someone and I want to know what that feels like.”, I answer

“We all do”, Jin answers

“Ok but what, now we have to wait for him?”, Tae whines bluntly

“Yes”, Hobi snaps, “Don’t fucking ruin this for him. He’s been wanting her for a long time. And if she loves him, then she’s wanted him just as much. Leave them alone”

I sigh

I guess we should

If he loves her and finally got her then we should be happy for them

We can wait awhile more

I sit down, take out my phone and start playing a game

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Yoongi POV

Bending her over the table, she opens her legs and I slam into her

“Fuck”, she yells

Moving hard again, I slam her over and over

I lift up one of her legs, giving me more access and letting me get deeper

Thrusting again, I hit her spot and she screams so loudly

Holy shit, yes

I slam her there again and she screams, “Yes Yoongi. Right there baby. Please”

“Yeah baby. I’ll give it to you there”, I assure her, making sure I hit that spot every time I move

She cums out of nowhere, screaming loudly

I watch her white creamy cum cover my cock

Oh my god

This just makes her so much more hotter and I’m fucking happy

Happy that my girl cums like this

“Jesus Jo. Your creamy cum is amazing baby. Covering my cock, making such a big pretty mess”

She just moans, pleasure all over her face

“I want it again”, I demand, slamming her spot over and over

“Yoongi, god, Yoongi baby, fuck”

“Give it to me baby. I want your cum all over my cock. Please baby”

“Yes Yoongi, yes”

I slam into her hard and she tightens on me, orgasming again

Her cum flows on my cock and with every thrust, more covering me

I moan from the sight

I want more

Still fucking her while she orgasms, another one hits her flowing from the first one

“Yoongi oh my fuck!”

“Yeah baby, keep going”, I demand

Slamming her spot again, she explodes again, screaming incoherently

Yes

I love that I can make her feel this good and make her cum over and over

“Baby girl, more”

“Yoongi, I can’t-”

“Yeah you can jagi. Don’t you want it?”

“Yes Yoongi, I want it so much”

“Then cum for me again baby girl”, I plead

“Yes Yoongi”, she cries, coming again

She moves and I fall out of her

Huh? Why did she..

She turns and kisses me, pushing me backward

My legs hit the couch and she pushes me on it, making me sit

She climbs on me and whispers, “Now it’s my turn to fuck you so good baby boy. Just enjoy everything”

Oh god

She slides down my shaft and I gasp

Going inside her feels so good every time

Every. Fucking. Time.

She starts moving on me, up and down, slamming harder every time she goes down

She moves her hips around and kisses me while she fucks me

Then she leans back, her hands on my legs and slams hard, giving me a good view of her fucking me

The pure pleasure is driving me crazy

I lean forward, my hands slide up her back and hold her against me

Her bouncing gets faster and so hard

She moves up and I feel her tighten on my head before she slides back down

“Holy shit”, I yell

Oh god, it feels so good

She keeps herself tight on me as she moves, sweat slicking her body

The pleasure increases so much and I just watch her ride me

The way she moves on me is so fucking sexy

I move my hands on her breasts and squeeze them

“Lick baby boy. You can lick and suck on me while I fuck you”

Oh god, she’s fucking incredible

I latch onto one of her nipples and suck on it

I feel her pussy flood my cock with more of her juice

“Baby boy. I fucking love your tongue. You’re so good with it”

I moan and switch to her other nipple

“And you’re cock baby. God it’s so good. I love being on you. You’re so fucking amazing Yoongi. Every part of you”, she praises

Hearing her words just makes me love her more

No one has ever said things like this to me

Not during sex or after

She’s made me feel so good with her mouth, her hand, her pussy and her fucking words.

I want her

I want her to be mine

“Yoongi baby, cum. You’ve been such a good boy baby. I want you to cum”

Fuck me, I didn’t realize how much I like being called a good boy

Normally I don’t like it but with her I want nothing more than for her to keep calling me that

She can call me anything she wants and I know I’ll love it

“You first jagi”, I manage to answer, “I want you to make me cum by you coming on me”

“Anything for you Yoongi”

God, she’s the best

I’m never letting her go

I can’t

She slams herself harder and harder until I feel her snap and she releases all over me, squeezing my cock so fucking tightly and still moving

Her whole body shakes hard, her eyes close and her back arches so much that I have to hold her up so she doesn’t fall back

“Yoongi!”, she screams at the top of her lungs

I can’t take it- holding her on me, I cum inside her, the hardest I ever have in my life

I feel my body shake too and I squeeze my eyes closed, just feeling her and screaming her name

I don’t care who hears me

“Joanne!, oh god Joanne!”

She keeps fucking me while I cum making my orgasm last longer

When I finish, she pushes my sweaty hair from my face and kisses me gently and lovingly

After the kiss, she moves to get off me but I hold her in place

“Wait”, I request

I need to tell her

I can’t be without her, not after this

I want her to be mine

I want to kiss her anytime I want, hold her hand anytime, hug her, hold her and just be with her

“Joanne, be mine”, I ask

Her eyes widen, “What?”

“I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you Joanne. I’ve never loved anything as much as I love you”, I confess, “I want you to be mine. You’re all I think about all day. You’re all I’ve wanted for so long. Today has been the best day of my life and we only had sex. I want other days to be the best days of my life just by kiss you or holding you or taking a nap with you. I want to take you out and tell everyone in the world you’re mine. I just want you. I never wanted anything as much as I want you. Only you.”

I’m so scared of her response

But she smiles at me and says, “Yes Yoongi. Yes. I want you.”

Happiness bursts in my heart

“You….You do?”, I ask

“Yoongi, I’ve been in love with you before I met you. I was and still am an ARMY and I fell for you as much as I could without knowing you. Then when I got this job I was so excited because I’d get to be around you and the guys. I never thought you’d ever feel like I do, so I was just happy to be your friend. I was never going to tell you how I feel. I didn’t take this job to get you. I just wanted to be around you. And that was enough for me. I want you to be happy with whoever you love. I never thought you would ever love me.”

I’m blown away

She loves me and was just happy being around me

She didn’t try to get me

She loves me and was never going to tell me

That makes me love her so much more

Because she was going to let me love who I wanted, even if it wasn’t her

She was willing to watch me be with someone else and not say a word

She’s incredible

“It is you Joanne. I love you. For the last two years, I loved you and I was so scared to say anything. I didn’t think you’d love me either. Or want to be with me. Who wants to be with an idol? With my schedule, how busy I always am.”

“Me Yoongi. I want to be with you. I don’t care about you being an idol. While I love Suga, I want Yoongi. Suga is just one part of you. One part of Yoongi. And I want all of you”, she says

I’m so touched at her words

She really wants me

“Can you really be mine Jo? Please? I swear I’ll make time for you. I swear I’ll love you and show you how important you are to me. Because you are Jo. You are.”

“Yes Yoongi. Yes baby. I love you”, she answers, then kisses me, her arms around my neck

I wrap my arms around her, kissing her back and feeling so happy

I got the girl of my dreams

--------------------------------

I walk back into the room where the guys are

With her

Her hand laced with mine

I don’t care who sees

She’s finally mine and I want everyone to know

“About fucking time”, Jungkook yells

“Yeah we’ve been waiting for over an hour”, Tae rolls his eyes

“Uh what?”, I ask confused

“Namjoon saw you two together and we’ve been waiting for you”, Jimin explains

“Oh my god”, I hear her gasp and hide her face in my arm

“You what?”, I yell

“It was an accident! I went to find you so we can leave and I saw you two together”, he answers

“Why did you tell them?”, I shout

Why would he tell them this?

“Because Jungkook was going to find you when I said I didn’t talk to you and tell you we’re leaving. I didn’t want anyone to walk in on you so I told them”, he explains

Fuck

This is not how I was planning to tell them about her or how I wanted to spend the first day with my girlfriend

“It’s not a big deal Yoongi. It was an accident. It’s not worth getting upset over”, Hobi says

It’s not worth getting upset?

Is he kidding?

Namjoon saw her naked

And he bit my head off when I walked in on him

“I’m sorry Yoongi. It was an accident. I’m sorry Joanne”, Namjoon apologizes

“It’s ok”, she says quietly

What?

“Jo-”

“Baby can we just let it go? I don’t want to think about it anymore. I just want to forget that he saw. I just want to spend time with you”, she asks

She’s right

I should just let it go

I just want to be with her right now

I’ll yell at him later, if I’m still upset

“Ok baby. Whatever you want”

She smiles and I lean down, catching her lips in a kiss

When I look back at the guys, Hobi says, “I guess you two are together now?”

She nods, “I love him”

Hobi throws an “I told you so”, look my way

“Told you”, he says

“Yeah yeah whatever”, I mumble

She giggles and it’s the cutest thing in the world

“Can we go now?”, Jimin whines

“Yeah let’s go”, Namjoon says getting up.

“You coming Jo?”, Hobi asks

“Yes”, she nods, her hand squeezing mine

Leaving the room, I walk with her to the exit

She pulls back and I turn to her confused

“What's wrong?”, I ask

“We’re going outside together? Don’t you have to hide our relationship? People will see us.”

“Jagi, I don’t care. I love you and I’m not hiding you. I could give less of a shit if people are unhappy that I have a girlfriend. You make me happy and you love me. That’s all that matters”

She gives me the biggest beautiful smile

“Ok Yoongi”

We walk to the door and go outside

Of course there’s some media outside

They always know where we are and it’s so fucking annoying

“Suga! Whose that girl?”, one of them yells as we walk by

“Why are you holding her hand?”

“What is her name?”

I stop walking and turn to her

She looks up at me, confused

I lean down and kiss her in a searing passionate kiss

She throws her arms around me as I wrap mine around her waist, pulling her closer

Flashes go off and I know pictures and videos are being taken

I don’t care

After the kiss, I stand there, holding her and looking in her gorgeous brown eyes

I move some hair from her face

“I love you”, I say loud enough that they can hear but not screaming it

“I love you”, she answers back smiling at me

I smile back and give her a gentle kiss

More questions are being yelled at me but I ignore them

I gave them an answer, everyone knows she’s mine

Then letting her go, I take her hand and walk with her to the car

[f0point5]

The new fic was wonderful, I cant get enough of Em and Max I hope you never stop writing about them! That being said, I'm curious, would you write about one (or all four!) Times Max had to run around a city looking for Emelia?

Okay I’m sorry about how this turned out 🫣 I know in the fic it referenced that Max didn’t know there was a problem and only found out once she left but I am taking some artistic license with this being one of the four times! Don’t hate me 🫠

I did actually start a different one featuring Emilia’s dad so I may finish that one and we will get a funnier/more on brand instance of Emilia running away but…I hope you enjoy this one in the meantime!

✨Set in September 2021✨

They nicknamed her “The Bolter”

Max watches the sunrise in total, deafening silence. He thinks at some point he gets up to feed the cats. He thinks, but he isn’t sure. He’s so tired. His eyes are watering. It’s not tears. He can’t sleep. He wants to. He doesn’t want to. It doesn’t matter if he wants to, he can’t. He can’t sleep knowing you’re not home. He can’t sleep not knowing you’re safe.

He looks at his phone again. He has it on loud and on vibrate but he still checks. Still hopes.

Daniel: Did you hear from her?

Lando: She’s not answering me sorry

Clara Albizzi: You fucked up

That last one makes me feel sick. He did fuck up. He knew the second he’d said it. The way your face just fell and you couldn’t look at him. The way your shoulders hunched over.

You’re the reason she’s not here!

You hadn’t even packed a bag. Hadn’t even taken keys for a car. You’d just picked up the shoes that were lying in the hallway and left.

And he’d let you.

It had taken everything in him to stand still and let you leave, even as the fear set in. Fear that smelled like freshly cut grass and petrol. Fear that felt like crisp night air. Fear that looked like headlights in the dark.

The restraint had only last a few minutes.

You had blocked him, of course. So he’d called your friends. He’d ended up calling half of Monaco including more drivers than he ever spoke to regularly. Everyone denied hearing from you. He’d actually driven to Daniel’s to confirm his story that he wasn’t home. Max wondered more than once if you’d earned more loyalty from his colleagues than he had. Even if one of them was lying to him, at least you were safe.

But he couldn’t take the chance that you really hadn’t ended up at someone’s place. You didn’t have you bag with you, or even comfortable shoes. You couldn’t pay for a cab. It was that thought that had sent him to the Hotel de Paris. It was your favourite hotel in town, you even checked in for staycations sometimes. They would have your information, so you wouldn’t even need a credit card. The receptionist had refused to tell him if you were staying there - illegal, apparently - but something about his appearance must have incurred her sympathy, because she’d said that they hadn’t had any unexpected guests.

That had sent him to Sass Café. A long shot, because you didn’t usually self medicate alone, but he’d tried anyway. Fifty times he thought he’d seen you across the room as he’d weaved his way through the hoards of people. Normally he could spot you anywhere but when all he wanted was to see you he’d seen you everywhere.

By the time he’d got home, some time in the wee hours, Max could feel himself starting to shut down. As he’d called your name to no response and checked your room to find it empty, he could feel himself starting to get cold. He’d sat down on the couch, intending to think about what he was going to do next, but the thoughts had started to get away from him. The memories of the last twelve hours began to fold in on themselves, becoming smaller and squarer and so too did the feelings. The anger, the frustration, the panic, the disappointment, it all got more manageable, packing itself away in the corner in his mind that Max had so often found himself hiding in.

Even the fear had gone. The fear had gone somewhere around 5.30 am, when the darkness started to wane. As he sat on the couch and watched the sky go from black to blue to the colour of the dress you wore to Luka’s christening, his leg stopped shaking, his fists unclenched, and the tightness in his chest disappeared.

Finally, emotions had given way to a familiar and encompassing emptiness. Max just felt numb.

You’re the reason she’s not here!

What had he even been so angry about? He could almost laugh at himself. He hadn’t been angry. He’d been embarrassed. You’d told him you’d found underwear that wasn’t yours in the washing machine and he’d been so fucking embarrassed. And then he’d thought, what did he have to embarrassed about, and he decided in a split second it must be because you were judging him, and who were you to judge him when you were the reason he was fucking random girls in the first place. His relationship had ended because of you.

You’re the reason she’s not here!

Except you weren’t the reason. Not really. It had been Max’s choice and he knew that. Max needed you more than he’d wanted her and he had never once regretted that choice, although wherever you were, you probably thought he did.

He almost wishes he could feel all of it. Whatever it is that’s been forced under the surface because he can’t deal with it. He can’t feel anything. His eyes are sore and unfocused and they sting.

He drags a hand over his face. He should do something. Get flowers, or call the police, or…anything. But he doesn’t. His limbs don’t move. He just sits there…like he’s waiting for someone to pick him up.

You’ve got to come back.

Don’t worry, Max. They always come back. You’ll apologise. You’ll do better next time.

His eyes water again. This time it might be tears.

Somewhere behind him, one of the cats meows. Maybe he didn’t feed them after all.

“Max?”

At the sound of your voice, Max’s head turns so fast his neck hurts. He blinks furiously at the sight of you. For a second he thinks he’s imagining you.

“I brought strudel,” you say, holding up a small folded pastry box.

Max gets up before his he tells himself to. He wants to pull you into his arms, the urge to do it is the only thing he’s felt in hours, but stays still. You’re back, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgiven.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” he says. His voice sounds hoarse.

“Not everywhere, clearly,” you say with a shrug.

“I went to Sass, Daniel’s, I called Lando, Alex, Clara, Zita,” he says, as if trying to prove that he’d tried. “I went to the hotel to see if you were there. I’ve been around the whole city all night, I didn’t sleep,”

“Oh.”

You look a little sheepish, almost guilty, as you make your way to the kitchen. Max follows, too far behind for his liking but he’s still too scared to get closer.

He sits on one side of the island and you stand on the other. He really takes in your appearance now. Hair up, no make up. Wearing a pyjama shirt. Where the fuck did you get pyjamas? He doesn’t care. His eyes run over you one more time. He might never let you out of his sight again.

“Don’t scare me like that,” Max admonishes, though there is no strength behind his words.

“Don’t piss me off like that,” you retort, and there’s strength behind yours.

The look you give him cuts like second place, and he looks away. He looks out to the balcony. The sky is cobalt now. What time is it?

“Did you mean it?” You whisper into the silence.

Max looks at you now. “No.”

“But-“

“No.” This time it’s an oath.

You shake your head as you open the pastry box. “Max, you obviously kind of meant it,” you say, turning to pick up two plates from the counter. “And I don’t blame you. I know I’m the reason you and-“

“You’re not the reason,” Max insists. “She’s the reason. She thought…she made that choice. And yeah, a part of me is still angry about it, and I cannot talk to her so I took it out on you. That wasn’t right and I’m sorry. I don’t know why I even- I’m sorry. It was my fault,”

Take responsibility. It’s your fault. You caused this to happen. If you don’t like the outcome then stop making people angry.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, quieter this time. Even to his own ear it sounds a little more desperate.

You stare at him, eyes narrow, like you’re trying to read him, and Max almost flinches under the scrutiny. Finally, your face softens, and you sigh. Something in your posture eases.

“Max, it’s okay,” you say gently. “People fight. I just felt like shit and you know how I get. You’re fight, I’m flight, remember? I was…anyway, it doesn’t matter. We’re okay, right?”

“Yeah,” Max says. “Of course.”

You don’t look like you believe him, but he’s telling the truth. If you’re okay, then he’s okay. If you’re there, then he’s okay. If you’re home then that’s where he wants to be.

You shuffle around the island with two plates of strudel, padding on bare feet towards the living room with Max in hot pursuit.

“Where did you go?” He asks, now noticing that not even your shorts are the ones you left in last night.

“The Maybourne,” you explain, settling on the corner of the couch, legs outstretched. “The concierge gave me some spa pjs,”

Max takes a seat next to you, further than normal but closer than he’s been to you in what feels like forever.

“I’ll pay you back for the room,” he says with a rueful smile.

“Yeah, I think you will,” you say haughtily, and Max forced himself to laugh. There must be something in his expression that tips you off, though, because your face falls. “I’m sorry I left,”

Please don’t ever do that again.

The words are on the tip of his tongue but he swallows them. He doesn’t ask. He can’t. He has no right to ask you that, because no one can ever promise not to leave and he can’t promise to be worth staying for.

“It’s not the first time,” Max says with a chuckle, nudging you with his elbow. “I’m used to it by now,”

You roll your eyes and turn on the tv, flipping through to find the Moto GP race as Max yawns. The buzz he felt at your return is wearing off and the exhaustion is creeping up on him. He doesn’t want to sleep yet, though. Not when you’re still in his periphery. It’s stupid, but some part of him needs to be consciously in your presence for a while.

“Max, you can go to bed, if you want. I know you didn’t sleep,”

“No,” he says, a bit too quickly. He imagines that he blushes when you notice. His cheeks certainly burn. “I’m just….I’m fine here.”

You reach over to pick up a pillow and lay it on your lap. “At least lie down,” you say, patting the pillow like you do to get one of the cats to sit on you. Max hesitates, but only for a moment, because he’d do just about anything you told him right now.

He settles his head on the pillow, eyes fixed on the tv. He used to do this with his mum, he remembers. The first night joke after being with his dad for months, she’d put on a movie and Max would lay his head in her lap while they watched. He doesn’t think he’s ever told you that.

Your hand running through his hair is like a little jolt of energy, somewhere above him he hears you giggle at the shiver that goes through him. You don’t stop, though, finger massaging his scalp. It quiets all of his nerve endings.

“You need a haircut,” you tell him. He knows what you’re doing, but he can’t bring himself to care. As long as it’s you doing it.

“Yeah,” Max agrees. It’s the last thing he says before he finally falls asleep.

[sinning-23]

Publicity (Introduction)

Gorillaz 2D/Stuart Pot x Music!Artist!Reader

Warnings; language

A/N: Alright so I’ve gonna back to one of my old hyper fixations and was distraught by the lack of Gorillaz content(damn me for not the best writer and a damn child back 2009🥲😂)

ANYWAY! I might crack out a few of these while I’m still obsessed with it (I made a FAWKING oc and everything-) I also might make this a multi-part cause every fanfic I found was from 3-6 years ago and unfinished lol

PS> Bear with me sometimes i like writting the accents in and sometimes if drives me insane-

ENJOY!

Link to Publicity Pt.1

Being a singer, songwriter, and all-around musical artist was a lot harder to accomplish than people gave you credit for. Demands were all you'd grown used to from fans and your record label as you had gone on a 5-year hiatus.

Scrolling away on your phone you sigh, at an influx of fan emails, comments, likes, and shares on each platform your social celebrity presence graced.

However one in particular had caught your eye...well ear more accurately. Tik tok was one of your favorite pastimes, and on this specific post, \ there was someone mashing together two songs. One of your own, and one from a separate band You immediately fly to the comments, taking in the nice, familiar melody as your vocals come in paired with the lead singer.

-Holy shit this is actually really good -Wait this eatttsss -someone tag her in the comments i NEED them to -collab like yesterday- reply: yeah if she ever hops her ass outta retirement- WE MISS YOU QUEEN reply: honestly i dont see this hype this mashup kinda ass -Gorillaz x Y/n Collab whennn???

You chuckle, scrolling past comments as you note the artists. Huh, when was the last time you'd heard from Gorillaz? Last you heard they were on hiatus far longer than you had been and-

Wait....

Taking a breath you press the record icon, fluffing your hair and testing a 'glamour' filter before filming. And right as you posted, the glorious internet we WILD.

-Somewhere in Los Angeles-

"Check this out," Noodle smiles, turning her phone screen to the two gentlemen before her.

"Oh, that's that one girl uhhh, Y/n?" Russel confirms as Noodle nods, your stitch of the video playing amongst their conversation.

"If we get this all the way to the UK...I'll collaborate with Gorillaz to commemorate the end of our hiatus. That is if they are accepting of my invitation!" You challenge, with a smile.

"Ah, we don't need to do all tha'" Murdoc grumbles, plopping into the seat before kicking his boots up on the table. No decorum.

"What're you talking about? You know how cool that would be?" Noodle is already convinced, turning the phone back to the group.

Despite the bickering, 2D's eyes are glued to the screen. Pretty girl from the States. Her hair was wow...and that smile? The way she lowkey called them out for being gone but also herself...the confidence to request a collab?

"Noodle's got a point. We could add her to the new album before it drops." Russel includes, a smile already over his features

2 outta four convinced

"Y'know how expensive collabs are? You runnin' my pockets into the groun' " Murdoc grumbles again, glancing back down at the screen as the video loops.

He presses the stitch icon to watch the original before folding his arms over his chest in thought.

" Think we should 'ave a go at it? I mean, she invited us?" 2D finally pipes up, gaining his bandmates' attention.

Murdoc's been overrulled with a whopping 3 outta 4.

"Oh you would wan' to collab you dog-" Murdoc scoffs, despite being one to talk.

That man probably had more illegitimate children than there were stars on the flag- 2D opens his mouth to bicker and respond back but Noodle beats him to it.

"Well, we don't have a choice because I already contacted her team." Noodle interrupts, flashing the email.

"Since when the hell 'ave you had control over media and collabs?!" Murdoc shrieks

-Meanwhile-

You'd gone from vanished to trending in a matter of minutes. People in your comments were thriving off the fact that their favorite artist/artists would possibly be coming out of their hiatus over some silly mash-up! It didn't take long for word to spread from the States all the way to the UK because, within 2-3 hours, you received an email.

It was fairly simple and friendly acceptance to your collab invitation...something you knew was a possibility but, fuck it was happening now!?

Apparently, the Gorillaz guitarist, Noodle, said the whole band had seen your video and were wondering if you were serious about a collab. The combination of your talents would surely kickstart your careers once again and besides, what kind of celebrities would you be if you didn't give the people wanted?

Good fuckin music.

You pause for a moment, thinking this could easily be a scam, but upon further examination (and a brief chat with your media team who hadn't approved your video at all (yeah they were pissy about it)) you were sure you had the right people.

According to your coordinators, you’d been booked to fly out to LA within a day! Fuck things were happening fast and the sudden dread from 5 years prior managed to worm its way into your chest, sinking further into your stomach.

Shit.

Shit this was actually happening

SHIT!

You stand from your bed, now pacing as your breath quickens. When was the last time you wrote a song?! Hell, when was the last time you touched a fucking keyboard, or a microphone, or a fucking synthesizer?! When was the last time you'd opened your lyric book?

You scramble, thinking of the next best thing to distract yourself but the notion was cut short when your phone rang. With a deep breath, you answer, the fate time call immediately revealing a woman with dark, black hair and large round 3D-esque glasses. She has this huge smile on her face and faint bickering can be heard in her background.

You both speak,

"Hi!"

"Helloo!"

The two of you giggle and the woman who you soon learned to be THE Noodle who had contacted you prior, was wondering about your travel dates.

"You'll be headed this way in a day or two?" She confirms as you nod.

"So soon I know but, good to get started while the creative juices are still flowing. It's an honor to be able to work with such talented artists like yourselves." You compliment, hearing a gruff, more rugged voice call out,

"She's a nice one in' she? All in the day's work darling all in the day's work-" in the back before swiftly being cut off.

"We can't wait to have you! I'm sure we can all come up with something together, you've got quite the skillset." Noodle compliments back, the bond between girls only growing by the minute.

The two of you would get along just fine.

The conversation didn't last much longer though, because your team works damn near fast as the speed of light. Before you knew it you were being escorted onto a plane with a nice first class seat on its way back to your home state. With the occasional photo and autograph, the airport went a lot smoother than usual.

Once the plane had taken off, your 6 hour flight was filled with the very band you'd be collaborating with. From the discography to lore, history, and drama, you were determined to know as much about these guys as you could...

-6 grueling flight hours later-

It had been a while since you'd been home. The salty sea air of LA warms you to your core and the sun paints the sky a vibrant blue. Your luggage is carted away and just as you manage to shuffle past fans down an escalator. There, someone with a sign is already waiting for you.

Scribbled in chicken scratch damn near is your name on a large white sign. Holding said sign is a lanky-looking guy, hair bright blue and eyes black as night.

Part of you considers walking past him and pretending you dont know who it is, but your stupid 6 hour research journey told you everything you needed to know. Besides, your heart knew that would be quite rude to ignore the lead singer going out of his way to grab you from the busy airport.

Don't they have people for that though? To transport celebrities without making a fuss? This guy might as well be walking around with a target on him with his rather defining features. And what's up with that sign?! Isn't the whole point to avoid attention and a swarm of fans???

"Hi! I'm uhh, assuming you're-"

"Oh my god is that 2D!? AND Y/N?!?! She was serious, oh my god look!"

The speed at which your head moves to the direction of the sound ought to have given you whiplash. A swarm of people began to grow, and the flash of cameras and video surrounded the two of you as your heart raced. This is why you hire people for this shit.

A sea of fans demand autographs and pictures as they closed in, each of them asking different questions faster than you can process them

"Are you happy to be back in LA?"

"Over here Please can I get a picture!"

"Is there a reason you two are here alone?"

It's hot, the breath of now hundreds circling as your stomach turns, each poke and taunt making it harder to breathe as the airport terminal spins. Fuck you needed to get out. NOW.

"Why isn't the rest of Gorillaz here?"

"Are you nervous about your new song?"

"What happened at your last show?"

"Why did you run away y/n?"

Turning almost comically, your eyes narrow, sweat beaded and falling down the side of your face.

"What?"

You're soon being dragged, the one faceless figure in the crowd not bothering to follow the swarm as they rush after you and the blue-ette. Speaking of which, that was who was dragging you now, trying to run away from feral fans.

His fingers are long and cold against the skin of your wrist as he tries to navigate not only out the airport but also away from the swarm that is slowly dispersing.

So, this was the man behind those gorgeous vocals? You couldn't help but recall the entirety of their discography, that echo, something so unique about his sound. Like a distant, melancholic megaphone.

But when he opened his mouth-

"Murdoc 'ad me come pick you up! I-" You can't help the sound that comes out of your mouth. It's like a mix of complete shock and your face is about the same. You had no idea what you were expecting. The accent was a given, duh. But, there was no way that was his voice?! How could you have missed this in your research???

"Y'ok miss? Look like y' seen a ghost?" He asks again, his voice snapping you back to reality.

Oh that was 100% his voice, he was NOT fucking with you. And this was gonna be a long car ride.

Author's Note: OKAYYY so im gonna make some more parts this is definitely gonna have some smut and hopefully while I on winter break I can update my masterlist- Ayway see yall next chapter, yes I know this is cringe but I am free lmao

[snek-of-eden]

Star Trek AMV Masterpost (ongoing)

I feel like amvs are so often forgotten in fandom culture, so here's a list of my favourites! All are on YouTube, and all credit goes to the original creators. the links should take you straight there. (the majority of these are spirk, but there's definitely variety!!) some of these are pretty popular, others obscure, but they're all amazing and you should totally check them out. My all time fav ones are marked with a 💙.

Spirk:

Star Trek || A Thousand Years - [Kirk/Spock] -- this one is super well known, incredibly crafted, a beautiful homage to TOS Spirk and their journey that fades seamlessly into AOS through Spock Prime's memories 💙

Kirk/Spock - If I Were Gay -- absolutely hilarious TOS amv that feels like a parody, I laughed my ass off. all the suggestive scenes and hella funny lyrics to accompany it

Kirk & Spock │Renegades -- amazing x ambassadors song, the lyrics fit them so well and the colouring was spot on. TOS going through the original series and the movies!! 💙

Kirk & Spock │ Come right back to you -- exploration of TOS spirk's bond interspersed with show quotes and the most melancholic soundtrack. shed a tear at this one

Spock and Kirk Feel Again - A Star Trek Music Video -- absolute BANGER of a One Republic song, a TOS amv focusing on Spock and Kirk (with some stunning song parallels to Spock's emotions and the lyrics!)

Star Trek TOS | Two Slow Dancers - [Kirk + Spock] -- would you like to cry today? do you want to sob into your pillow? then this is the video for you. Mitski and TOS Spirk together is a gorgeous combo, and the editing is /on point/

Star Trek - Can't Help Falling In Love (Kirk/Spock) -- an oldie but a goodie, Jim and Spock's ballad of love all throughout TOS and the movies

Keep Holding On (Kirk/Spock) -- its the combo you never knew you needed! glee and Star Trek!! show tunes, glitter, and a completely TOS movie based amv about the events of Search For Spock and The Voyage Home

Running Up That Hill (Kirk/Spock) -- Kate Bush cover and Star Trek TOS? yes fucking please. don't diss the Kate Bush, people. ITS NOT CRINGE HERE. all your swoon-worthy, love-for-the-ages spirk content, some suggestive scenes spliced in the middle, a lot of amok time hehe

K/S (Kirk/Spock) - FUN -- adrenaline inducing AOS spirk fighting amv set to Troye Sivan!! some seriously talented editing and a very pretty AOS colouring

Spirk 'Blank Space' -- christ, this video was what got me to actually watch AOS. One of the only AOS amvs I cherish with my whole heart. the song is a cover of Taylor Swift's Blank Space - and imo it's even better than the original. I've ranted about the editing on a lot of these but this one just about takes the cake. fucking gorgeous 💙

Spock/Kirk - Blue (Star Trek TOS/AOS) -- angsty af and set to Halsey's 'Colors', this one'll get you sobbing. more slow-paced. also, both TOS and AOS!!

Spock / Kirk - Stay {TOS/AOS} -- Hurts is such an underrated artist but so many of their songs are spirk coded!! Very pretty edit, lots of parallels

Kirk/Spock - Landslide -- Fleetwood Mac and some lovely melancholic TOS movie reminiscing about Kirk and Spock's relationship as they're growing older and losing their youth

Kirk/Spock - Wait for It -- calling all Hamilton fans, this one'll be right up your alley. TOS fading into AOS and focusing primarily on Kirk and Spock's dynamic through Spock's perspective. fast paced and fucking wicked

Star Trek: Kirk/Spock || Hold on -- the obligatory Hold On amv (I feel like every fandom has one lol). AOS, spirk, some great angst here!

James T. Kirk:

James T. Kirk | I'll Be Good -- absolutely STUNNING exploration of AOS Kirk's character and psyche, done with gorgeous editing and colours and scene selection. I'm not a huge AOS fan but I played this on repeat for a week. Song is I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young, which is incredibly Jim Kirk coded. so so amazing 💙

Icarus | Jim Kirk [HD] -- snappy cuts and a great portrayal of AOS Kirk. Spirky undertones but nothing explicit. super poignant lyrics

Little Talks - Captain Kirk Tribute: A Star Trek Music Video -- captivating, beautifully edited amv by First Officer Nims (who make some of the best amvs I've watched), one of the most meaningful TOS Kirk videos I've had the pleasure of finding. It's constantly in my head, in my heart, in my soul. 10/10 💙

{James T. Kirk} BI BI BI -- all y'all bi Jim truthers, this one's for you. all of Jim's fruitiest moments from TOS (and behind the scenes) gathered into one camp edit and set to the glorious sounds of NSYNC!! featuring "are there men on this planet", "they seem to be bisexual" and Jim nearly kissing McCoy ;) 💙

jim kirk's babiest moments | fanvid -- not exactly an amv but it's close enough!! exactly what it says on the tin - TOS Jim being the most babygirl ever, pouting, flirting with spock and bones, fighting people by throwing himself at them, and much more. go watch it, you'll thank me

Spones:

What's On Your Mind | Spones || Star Trek [TOS] -- a masterfully put together and downright hilarious eighties-themed spock/bones TOS amv!! (featuring both Nimoy and Kelley's voices in the actual song recording)

Spock & Bones • Hopeless place -- two words: RIHANNA COVER. it's short, its AOS, it's fuckin Rihanna. what is there not to love? I have nothing more to say. go listen to Rihanna

The Night We Met || Spones -- Lord Huron and TOS Spones amv, it's just a general lovely video, great editing and the lyrics fit them so well. I felt Lots of Emotions watching this, and so will you

[Star Trek] Spock/McCoy - Please Don't Leave Me -- beautifully put-together video for TOS' Spock and Bones. It's giving so much 'we're divorced but still in love' energy. painful and funny and the bridge of the song is just *screams incoherently* 💙

You Had A Bad Day -Spock/McCoy *Slash* -- sobbing at this one, TOS and absolutely chefs kiss. scene selection is on point, it tells a full story. creator has found what I consider to be the holy grail of Bones' best angsty moments

Star Trek In General:

Star Trek - This Is Me -- I will be preaching about this video for the rest of my fucking life. think of every positive adjective you can; they all do nothing to describe how wonderful this amv is. Greatest Showman is good on its own... when you add Star Trek into the mix something beautiful happens. an absolute anthem of positivity and inclusivity and everything Star Trek is at its heart. Clips taken from every show, but especially DS9, Discovery and the AOS movies!!! probably my favourite on the whole list 💙

Star Trek || I'll keep coming -- very very well done HD AOS amv about the whole cast. feels like a movie. the creator has put so much effort into this and it pays off!! great homage to AOs as a whole

Star Trek | You Are Loved -- AOS tribute to the soundtrack of Lights by Sleeping At Last. Perfect cuts, great lyrics, big fan

[Star Trek: TOS] Party Rock Anthem -- the video for those who want to bust their ass laughing. superb chaos, you will have no idea what's happening and it will be fabulous

Star Trek DS9 - Last Friday Night -- the DS9 group bullshitting around and having a whale of a time for almost four minutes straight. ever wanna show a friend just how weird Star Trek really is? this'll do it. it's like if three hundred punch drunk aliens threw a queer party! wahoo!

Assorted Others:

Garak x Bashir - Hooked -- sexy, dangerous, catchy garashir amv with perfect beat drops and lyrics to die for. fucking sweet, I have this on repeat

Undisclosed Desires | Deep Space Nine -- DS9 Bashir/Garak slash, amazing editing and a sick ass song. Really shows off their - again - dangerous dynamic and the 'I can make him better' 'I can accept his violence' aspects of their relationship

King of Shadow ★ Garashir -- a more intimate, kind-hearted look into Bashir/Garak's relationship, less fast-paced and on-edge. Superb and filled with lies and whispers. love this one!

ϟ twenty years || Jim|Spock|Bones [TOS] -- melancholic but still quick-paced TOS McSpirk exploration. goes through the original series and the movies

Scotty/Uhura- "Hey Soul Sister" -- sweet and utterly adorable lil scotty/uhura amv. fluff fluff and more fluff!! big fan, I am such a simp for the cuteness omg

Garak/Bashir | ST: DS9 | Some Boys -- back on the dangerous garashir shit, this is the stuff of my best nightmares. amazing editing and the song choice is spot on. I've had the single by Death Cab For Cutie on Spotify repeating for a week *heart eyes*

Kathryn Janeway || Soldier -- I'm a big Voyager fan, and this is the perfect tribute to Janeway. It shows exactly how her character works, getting right into her head, and the whole thing is action packed. Paced spectacularly and argh just amazing

Those are some of my favourites!! Please go check some of them out! There are so many more, and the list is growing every day. AMV creators are amazing and I'm kissing you all on the forehead. thank you for your service 💙. I'm in the process of making a public YouTube playlist with all of these on it, so if you want to have that I'll probably link it eventually!!

[moth--moss]

Finally watching Grians video so I'm gonna summarize my thoughts for the hermits as it goes! This is gonna be a long one so all the summaries and thoughts below the cut :]

Ren: Absolutely love what he's doing with the Gigacorp stuff and the like, poisoned terrain and all??? Always a fan of ppl making stories and worldbuilding so we love to see it! I'm not watching Ren's pov but I've seen bits and pieces from other povs so its not completely new to me :] Ren's honestly just such a delightful person, love to see him stoppin by other ppls episodes!

Tango: One of my main povs this season, a surprise to nobody, absolutely love all the steampunk and his factory and everything he's got going on. Unsurprisingly he's found a new hole to live out of but who didn't see that one coming lmao. Tango rightfully has a place in my three-way tie for favourite hermit.

Cleo: this is my first time seeing their base this season! And damn what a shame its been this long cause I'm already really invested in the little story shes cookin up. The wizard tower is just,,,,, so cool??? I love the block palette for it! Not to mention all the armour stand work its so so cool, definitely gonna have to set aside time to watch their pov after this cause I desperately want to get the full story now! All of the spaces have character and feel very real with all the armour stand work and everything, definitely a master of her craft o7

Scar: So ive only seen Scars latest episodes and streams, i didnt watch anything before them, so it's like kiiiinda new? But also ive watched all of Grian's so ive seen most of this like, out the corner of my eye the whole time. Scar's builds always have so much story and character you love to see it, there's just so much soul and care behind his builds??? Ajcjdjacjs I got so scared seeing the creeper test tube thing empty I'm used to there bein a lil guy in there. The train is SO cool and scar is just So good at glass work??? The swaggon hat o7 emotionally i never left season 8. Scars one of my favourite hermits so i had a lot to say

Joe: another hermit i dont watch yet love dearly, hes just so much fun. Joe is just insane (/pos) and just so creative and imaginative in such a unique way, holy shit. I really need to watch more of his stuff cause the vibes are truly immaculate. Also as an aside this finally answers to me where Cubs labryinth is cause i had no idea until now lmao. That thing is MASSIVE btw. Joe Hills,,, just the whole scale of this whole thing is totally insane he deserves so much credit for this. I envy his dedication wowww.

Bdubs: Another hermit i dont watch but would love to, and who i see a lot of through other povs. Bdubs is like beyond any other builder in this game, hes like,,, a true artist, yhe way he uses blocks and everything is just ajdnfjwkdkw true art. Hes like painting, not building. Always absolutely blown away by everything he does in this silly block game. He wants to make ppl feel feelings and it DEFINITELY comes through. THERES WAS EVEN NYLIUM ON THE GROUND WHO DOES THAT! OHH and the FRAMING of it all?? The way this man thinks is just art on its own. I could look at bdubs builds forever i swear. Its phenominal. Note: keralis spotted in the storage cave <3 thats my guyyyyy. THE SILOS??? so so pretty. The way he uses thw bottom edge of the polished diorite to make those solid lines through it??? Aghhh its so cool. Blown away with how he makes depth on flat surfaces, its just insane. AND THE GRASS IS HAND PLACED? THE WATERFALLS??? Always lovely to see bdubs builds.

Cub: i know almost nothing abt what Cubs been up to except for the rockets, always lovely to see him showing up in other povs. Lovely to see him messing with sculk again, hes gone feral for it LMAO. All the sculk stuff is so interesting im probably gonna have to check out his videos also cause i am DESPERATE to know wth is going on with this because hes being so so cryptic with it. The rocket factory is just so cool? I love how much ppl can do now with the crafters.crqzy that he pulled the fireworks permit and decided to make it like a main part of his season. Just ALL IN with it. Respectable.

Etho: etho!!! Another of my main povs this season actually, which is new for me cause last time i tried to watch his season he made the shulker storage thing and it broke my brain and i couldnt understand anything. (This time it made sense though). I really love ethos base this season, even if his roof was still unfinished at this point in time lmao. I love his little pond and garden and balcony and all that. Also its not here yet in the tour but i LOVE the lighting work he did around the mailbox its SO good. Also obligqtory frogger is awesome. When the server download goes up at the end of the season there are gonna be SO many games to play o7

Impulse: impy!! We love him so much. Dont watch his episodes but love to see him around :] did not know his city was gonna be a game?? Thats so cool?? The citys already so cool and im so excited to see it finished cause its already looking lovely and i can tell its gonna be really cool all together :] love the lore and all around the city too!

Zedaph: a hermit i watched quite a bit of last season but nothing yet this one, lovely guy always a fun time :] no surprise at all to see hes doing something else fun and silly this season. This really is a season of minigames! This guy is absolutely wild and just so much fun

Pearl: another i havent been watching, to my own sadness as pearl is one of my personal favourite builders on the server! Her whole solarpunk aesthetic this season is just DELIGHTFUL. Another hermit ive been meaning to watch for a while now cause i just love how she does like,,,, everything? I love Pearl builds just so so much. Absolutely love the sunflowers in the floor of her storage (my favourite flower) and all the yellows just in general its just such a bright build and so so lovely. Theres so much character and all the build flows together so so nicely. Also her dye qnd flower shop??? SO nice with all the layering qnd the glass roofs and just how open and fresh it all feelsand qjdjfjsjdsj i just love how pearl builds so much she is KILLING IT this season

Doc: so im currently watching through docs pov and i kiiiinda dont want to be spoiled on any big projects and crazy farms hes planning, so im actually skipping his segment of the tour. Though i will still say doc is absolutely insane and i love all the crazy game breaking stuff he does, i just want to see it all as it happens :] if i do catch up eventually i may circle back to the tour episode later but for now no spoilers!

Skizz: what a delight! Havent seen his episodes but we love skizz so much, such a big heart on that guy and so glad hes here. Love him and all his gift hoarding and hes just so iconic. His big pyramid is all a big psychology metaphor and stuff and thats,, very very cool i didn't know that! Truly a season of minigames i love it!

Mumbo: ive watched some of the early stuff for his season but i had a solid like 6 months where i wasnt really into anything like at all, so i stopped watching after some of the early stuff, though i do plan to get back to his videos sometime because i love what hes doing this season! (Oh noo some of the stuff id written got deleted so i gotta try to rephrase) mumbos been getting so good at building lately and it really does show with his work this season! I absolutely love all his work with the concept art and everything, its my favourite kind of excessive and "unnecessary" worldbuilding that makes a project feel that much more alive.

Joel: I've seen joels first few episodes but dont really watch him much. Hes absolutely incredible in just how much detail he shoves into every little space. His whole base this season just feels so real and its all so intentional and well planned and thought out. His build feels almost like its just been torn out of a real city and dropped straight into minecraft, theres just so much characters and attention to his builds. Just a place i would love to visit and explore. One thing: i mean this in the best way, but his little songs give me the WORST second hand embarrassment its so hard to listen to LMAO thats most of why i have a hard time watching his videos. Hes so cringe and i absolutely LOVE it. Never change, joel

Keralis: remember what i said about my three way tie of favourite hermit?? Keralis firmly holds a place right up there <3 another of my favourite builders and always holding just the most DELIGHTFUL vibes and just the sweetest face on the whole server. Embarrassingly i am... not fully caught up on his episodes, ive only seen up to episode 10. In my defence i only came back to hermitcraft in the last few months so i have a lot to catch up on! Though unlike with doc i have no qualms about spoiling myself because its not like lovely builds from keralis are anything other than my expectations :] Ive only just started his part of the tour but i know im gonna be smiling the whole way through <3 absolutely beautiful base i want to go here for vacation asap and never leave, beautiful trees and booshes and all the little huts, i love it all so so much. Also i would absolutely love a tour where keralis shows every single tree individually you dont even understand i would happily sit there and watch the entire thing <3 keralis why are you so hard to come up with a good design for i swear ill find one eventually hes just such a bug to me. I just want to sit along the side of one of the paths with a nice tropical drink its just so so lovely. If yall let me talk about keralis i will NOT be shutting up any time soon, if this mini essay is anything to go by. While on the topic id like to also talk about his season 9 base becau[character count exceeded, the following 10,319 characters have been archived and removed from this post (/j)] jokes aside, absolutely love everything keralis does, will never not be obsessed with everything he does <3

Xb: you know i gotta love him, just such a sweetheart. I dont watch him but you tend to see a lot of him if you watch a lot of keralis like i do. Absolutely delightful guy and such a sweet face :] love his little modern starter house too. Ive never actually seen his monument base thing but its so impressive. I, too, love prismarine so so much, and the oranges too its all so lovely, one of my favourite minecraft mobs <3 absolutely love his storage too with the guardian aquariums?? Amazing

Grian: another of my main povs! Love how open concept it is this season, how loose hes playing the game and how freely he's been playing it out this season, its been a really fun watch! Absolutely love the vibes of the chamber of sea critters its so atmospheric. Always love a grian build :]

Gem: another hermit whos building style i love yet dont watch sadly. First of all i just love how gem does the bright coloured roofs? Theyre very bright and i love the gradients she used with the moss and bamboo its so pretty. I didnt know her base was based on Dredge! Thats a game ive been meaning to check out and now im just more interested lmao. Gems another hermit who does just so much story with her builds and its all so interesting, definitely another high up on the list of hermits i really want to watch. Also i LOVE her little starter boat, its so cute and simple and so well executed. As well as the lighthouse! Honestly just seeing the collectors house now its gotta be one of my favourites, the colours and shapes and forms just look so nice? Nothing but praise for Gem tbh her builds this season are just lovely o7

Xisuma: we finally get to the 3rd and final hermit in the tie for my favourite! Despite the fact that... i havent watched like any of his episodes this season... i do tend to watch X more from his streams though in my defence, and hes the watchthrough im planning after i finish catching up with doc tbh. Not skipping his though cause ive already seen a lot of his base so theres not much that feels all that much of a spoiler. Plus i cant miss out on any Xisuma content <3 also to mention, i would love to be able to draw X one day but,,, i cant draw armour. One day o7 back to the topic of the tour though! I love the vibes and palette and everything hes going for this season! Its so structural and i just love the aztec inspiration! Its very natural and overgrown and its just amazing and impressive. X is just always just so delightful :] i honestly love his storage too with the walls of shulkers and all the colours and everything, and all the sorting and stuff its so cool. X does just so much impressive, i envy his organization especially. Honestly such a delightful person and i always love tuning into his streams and videos alike, and hopefully i finish my doc binge so i can watch xisumas season 10 episodes finally cause im really looking forwards to them in particular! He definitely doesnt give himself enough credit as a builder (a common theme among some hermits sadly). I love all the farms and stuff! I really want to get more into farming and stuff in general personally cause i love automation in any way i can, ive just yet to learn it for minecraft. The Golia copper machine is so cool?? I remember the big aging machine from i think last season, where it spread all the stuff out and brought them together when it was aged or something? Idk i love copper farms even if they are a little less useful now... x is just so cool and delightful :]

Wels: Tbh i know very little about welsknight, hes a pov i dont watch and one that doesnt really interact with my main povs, but hes a very pleasant individual! i really like his build and can appreciate a man with a distinct aesthetic! the silhouette and shapes of the castle is really nice! its just a very solid base :]

Beef: i dont watch beef personally but i did see quite a bit of him at the start of the season through... a certain unnamed perspective that i watched when the server first started, and also because he does show up through some other povs i watch too! He's a really nice guy and its always lovely when he stops by other povs :] i really do like how hes done his base this season with the big open farm, hes done it well!

Hypno: Another hermit i really dont know well, for similar reasons to welsknight, since he didnt really do a tour theres not as much i can say because i really dont know much of anything about him, to be honest. his base is really cozy though! ive only ever seen his exteriors as people fly past/over his base, but its really cozy and warm! ive always been a fan of pink and brown together in general :]

False: another hermit i dont know all that much, admittedly, but another lovely member of the server, i also dont really know what shes been up to this season, but i really like it! The colours, texturing, and shapes are all really interesting! I love the industrial underbelly, its so interesting and cool! False is actually another hermit i really would like to check out at some point! I love the vibes :] I also love the little hints of lore! the trees and terrain is also very nice! id like to see more of what shes been working on! if any false fans see this feel free to hit me up id love to know more abt her and all that!

Jevin: another hermit i dont know very well but i do see him on some other hermits streams sometimes and he is also a very good vibe when hes around! ive never seen his base before but i really love the enchanted forest! never get enough of those. plus the ambience and sounds are so unsettling and its just so cool. i love the palette and its very interesting! I love how dark and moody it all is, theres a really nice atmosphere to everything hes done so far!

And obviously finally the shopping district, what a lovely mishmash of all the hermits and their building styles and its all so lovely. Absolutely loved this video even though it took me like two whole days to get through. im so excited to watch more of these povs that ive gotten new interest in, not to mention the reminder that im only caught up on one of my three favourite hermits, im really overdue a few proper binges, huh?

If anyone actually did read all of these little blurbs thanks so so much for bearing with me, I know I definitely gave some hermits a little more time to talk about than others, and i feel bad for the first few because i may not have gone in depth about how i felt about them as i may have if theyd been later on, but i dont want to worry about revising all my thoughts on everything, this has already been a massive little project for me to basically journal these thoughts as i watched and i dont have the time to do it all over again lmao.

I love each and every hermit so so much for all they do, and im so glad grian did this mid-season tour so we could get a full look of the server all in one place! its lovely to get to see all the work everyone is putting in and how everything is coming together, i know theres always so much from the seasons before this i watched that i still know next to nothing about, so its really cool to get to look at it all!

Thanks for joinin me for this essay of thoughts and ramblings if you took the time, again i really do appreciate it! lmk what yall thought too im so curious to learn so much more that i may have missed in my watchthrough :]

o/

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

Taehyung's beautiful "Rainy Days" (Song Analysis)

*taps mic* is this thing on?

Well...it's been a while, hasn't it? We've been silent but we are still very much around, still listening to the Tannie's music, watching all the content, still loving vmin and namjin, we watched all streamable D-Day concerts, the Disney+ movies, all of it, we've just basically been keeping our ARMY time to ourselves.

But then came Tae.

But then came Rainy Days. And we were lured back here to scream a little at what we've gotten.

And yes, before the inevitable anons come to try and discredit everything in this post, yes we are aware that (so far) Tae doesn't have any writing credits on the songs on Layover, Love Me Again and Rainy Days. But try as you might, no one can ignore just how vmin coded Rainy Days is and how specific some of the references are. Everyone picked up on it, regardless if they were a vminie, OT7 non-shipper, or even a xkooker. Posts crying about and pointing toward Park Jimin being the one were everywhere and honestly, I've missed moments like there.

So, Rainy Days, huh, let's talk about the vmin references, shall we?

First of all, can we talk about just how gorgeous and atmospheric Rainy Days is? And how very Taehyung it is? Because it just fits him truly so perfectly, just like Love Me Again does. I love how the soft mellowness of the song contrasts with the brutalistic architecture of the building shown in the MV, the old-school iMac, and the little Pomeranian acting as Yeontan. I did get tricked into thinking it was Yeontan until Tae did his live and told us, nope, that's Rocky, a doggy looking very close to how Yeontan does since he couldn't travel with Tae. We know Yeontan has health issues, so I should've guessed as much, but either way, it is absolutely adorable how much love for Yeontan is in Tae's debut as solo artist. Find you someone that'll love you as much and as deeply as Tae loves Yeontan. I'll wait.

I love the use of the iPhone sounds within the song, the notification tone as well as the typing sound, though it isn't very fitting (it also reminds me of vmin, how they enjoy FaceTiming, texting and calling each other) for someone who was the Samsung Galaxy ambassador ha ha. Wonder what Yoongi had to say about that.

But moving along to the lyrics, as well as two moments from the MV itself, there are a few vmin references that are hard to ignore. And they were "obvious" enough that basically everyone picked up on them.

The first little thing, and this one could very well be a reach, is this Little Prince/Jimin connection. In the MV Tae falls asleep watching TV and we're shown clips of a fox and a flower which immediately made everyone think of the fox and flower from the Little Prince, and then also the moment in the first season of In the Soop when Tae and Hobi went on their little trip and spotted a mural/poster for the Little Prince. Adorable.

Then in the second verse we have Tae singing the following line:

We can start again, open all the doors

The mention of doors made me perk up because it instantly reminded me of this line in Sweet Night:

That I still hope the door is open

So it feels like, if Rainy Days really is a vmin song, it would either play before Sweet Night, or after, when something came between them but Tae wanted a second chance, still had a hope that they could be together and that all things aren't lost yet.

Now this, who do we know basically laughs at anything and everything Tae says, who has mentioned time and again that Tae is the funniest, like in one of the RUN episodes he mentioned how Tae had been making him laugh all day as well's throughout the filming? That's right, our boy Jimin.

Don't believe me? Well, check out this thread and see for yourself.

Next we have the line:

You're my four-leaf clover

Do I really need to explain this one? In a BB or memories DVD, I don't remember exactly, we had a moment when Tae was looking for a four-leafed clover and Jimin, to surprise and make him happy, went and acted as though he'd found one for it (though it wasn't a real four leaf one) which made Tae happy anyway. Years later for their performance of HOME, standing in front of what appeared to be a reference to the Mirror or Erised, we saw vmin wearing matching four-leaf clover necklaces with Tae appearing next to Jimin as though he was what Jimin's heart desired the most.

Then in the MV we have a scene where Tae is in some kind of art room creating. Eventually he picks up a baguette, which points for originality, and uses it to paint a Vante art piece showing a painting that looks like an alien with its little antennas. And who reclaimed the alien "nickname" just a few years and and who is basically the only one who can still call him that? Exactly. Jimin.

Speaking of whom, further in the lyrics we get this line:

Those hurtful words

And sure, perhaps I'm delulu and reaching, whatever, let me have fun, but still that line reminded me of something. FESTA 2020 where Jimin spoke about how he was sorry for the things in the past, how they were buddies back then (I'm still waiting for him to elaborate on that one, they were buddies back then so, Jiminie, what are you now? Care to share?) and got into a lot of disagreements and how he now feels sorry for the harsh words he used with Tae. And Harsh words can very much be hurtful. So another potential reference?

At the end of the day, as I mentioned before, Tae doesn't have writing credits on Rainy Days but, as you just read, those things just fit a little too well to be just a coincidence, right? So perhaps, just like they'd done with Chingu years prior, maybe Tae sat down with the producers/lyricist and told them what he wants in the song?

And that would be it. We're both extremely excited for the rest of Layover, for the next 3 (!!!) MVs, and all the promo Tae mentioned he has planned (based on ideas and things he saw ARMY had mentioned wishing for) and if he'll have writing credits on any of the songs. But it is a little strange to me how Tae has been so outspoken about working on and writing songs for his mixtapes for years, how he'd shown us snippets from his songs, and yet now as we are getting his debut album, no writing credits (so far). Guess we shall wait and see.

[patchouliauthor]

Why Not? | Bill Hader x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Oral Sex (f. receiving) Switch!Bill if you squint, Unprotected P in V (wrap it up), professor!Bill, alcohol, mentions of daddy issues. Age gap but obvi still legal.

Word Count: 4270 something

A/N: this is the first one-shot I’ve posted and it’s because there is a LACK of Bill Hader smut and I’m here to solve that problem. Please send me more requests I love getting compliments and that’s what I am doing this for. There will be a part 2 and maybe even a part 3 to this idk.

Summary: You are a waitress and a college student. You meet the handsome Dr. Hader at your work and hit it off quickly. 

You had been working at this waitress gig for two years. It had grown into a second home for you while you were away at college. Serving plates of greasy food to quite an interesting crowd of people filled with interesting stories became commonplace to you, and it always kept you entertained. 

The summer was hot; this was the first time you spent summer in your college town as you were gearing up for your final semester. Finally graduating with a degree in Communication Studies, just 15 credits to go. Just had to get through the summer and then the five long months you had left. Did you know what you would do after college? Not yet, but you were surely going to figure it out. You always did.

You looked at the clock. Only an hour till you clocked out. Despite loving your job, you also loved going home and getting off of your aching feet. You were going to finish your last tasks for the night when your favorite host comes up to you. 

“I sat a guy in your section. He said it’s for two.” She said. She scurried along back to her station and you sighed. One more table won’t kill you, you suppose.

You looked over to the man and he had a bouquet of flowers. He looked rather nervous also, which confirmed your suspicions that this was a first date. He was quite handsome too, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was quite a bit older than you, you thought, maybe 45. A first date at 45? What an interesting fellow.

You walked to the table. “Hey there! Welcome in. What can I get for you?” 

He seemed startled. “Oh, I’ll just take a water with lemon for now.”

You smiled at him and went to get him his drink. You returned to the table with the glass and set it down. He doesn’t seem to notice as he is just looking out the window towards the parking lot.

“Can I get you anything else or would you like to wait for the rest of your party?” You asked quietly, trying not to startle him.

“I’ll wait. Thank you.” He said, smiling. He had a nice smile, and you really hoped he wasn’t going to get stood up. Then again, if he did, maybe you could offer this poor, handsome man some comfort.

“No problem. You’re my last table of the night so if you need anything just let me know.” You said. You smiled and walked away. 

An hour went by and no one joined the man at the table. You sat at the bar looking over at him. Your best friend Vic is the bartender, and the coolest person you know; they have dark green hair, both nostrils pierced, and patchwork sleeve tattoos featuring work from so many artists. Not to mention that they could read your mind.

“That guy’s been there forever. You should go see if he needs some company.” They said, smirking.

“Don’t tempt me. Why am I always attracted to older men?” You said back.

You turned to look at them and you both said at the same time. “Daddy issues.”

You both laughed and turned back to the man as he checked his watch and then looked at the door.

“Seriously, how long has it been since you were over there?” Vic asked.

“About 20 minutes. Should I go over again?”

“Only if you give him your number.” 

You rolled your eyes at them, but you did decide to go over again. He sighed and smiled at you as you walked up. 

“You want to order something? The kitchen is closing soon.” You said gently.

He sighed, his eyes sadder than his smile. “I’m alright. I’ll just take the check.”

You chuckled. “You just got a glass of water with lemon, I’m not going to charge you.”

“But I wasted so much of your time, I want to at least give you a tip.” He said.

You hold back the inappropriate joke threatening to spill out of your mouth. “How about I get you a real drink so your evening isn’t wasted.”

He looked at you and then down at the table before chuckling. “Hell, why not?”

You smiled. “How do you like your whiskey?”

“How do you know that I like whiskey?” he asked.

“If you don’t answer I’m getting it neat.”

He chuckles again. “I prefer neat.”

You smiled for what seemed like the 100th time at the man and went back to Vic to get his drink. They already had it poured and had a glass of your favorite cocktail right next to it. They pretended not to notice you approaching the bar. You rolled your eyes and smirked as you took both drinks. You and Vic had gotten quite used to the regulars here, and it wasn’t hard to guess the type of drink the man would want when he walked in. You considered yourselves pros at guessing, sometimes even making competitions out of it. As you headed back to the table you heard Vic whisper “Go get em tiger.”

You set the whiskey down in front of him and sat down across from him. He looked up with amused confusion.

“Sorry, I thought you could use the company.” You said, taking a long sip from your drink.

He smiled that gorgeous smile again. “You’d be right.”

“First date?” You asked, even though you knew the answer.

He looked down. “Yeah, the first in a really long time.”

“Oh?” You asked. You really hoped he wasn’t a widow or divorced, you’d hate to see those pretty blue eyes well up with tears, ever.

“Yeah, I…” He trailed off for a few seconds. “My last relationship didn’t end the best way.” 

You continued to look at him, waiting for him to finish that thought.

“I woke up one morning and she was gone.” He said, looking up at you, gauging your reaction.

“Oh. Were you married?” You asked.

“Oh no. We had a pretty long relationship but we never made that step.” He said quickly.

You were relieved despite yourself. You didn’t think you actually had a chance did you? Did you think that he would be interested in someone possibly 20 years younger than him? You shook that from your head and continued.

“So what do you do for a living?” You asked.

“Actually, I’m a college professor.” He said.

“Really? That’s impressive.”

“Not really. When you socialize with professors all day you realize they are just stuffy, but not much more special than other people.” He said.

“So do you have a PhD.?” You asked.

“I actually have two.” He said bashfully.

“Two? You are quite an interesting man.” You said, smiling over your drink.

He returned the grin while looking into your eyes.

You talked for a long time, nursing your drinks, until you saw Vic mopping the floor. He noticed at the same time.

“Let me pay for your drink.” He said

“Absolutely not.” You answered.

“Please? It’s the least I could do.” He said as he gave you slight puppy dog eyes.

You caved and went to get his check. As you input the information, you gave him your employee discount. You returned the check to the table. “I’ll take it whenever you’re ready.” 

He pulled out his card and handed it to you, and you took it to ring him up. You also decided to write your phone number on the check. What’s the harm? At least maybe you could make friends with someone who would be a great reference on job applications.

When you returned with the card and the check, you handed it to him. “You have a great night…” You trailed off as you realized you never asked his name.

“Bill. You have a great night too, Y/N.” He replied.

It took you a beat to remember your name tag, but when you did you smiled. You enjoyed hearing him say your name, and you hoped you’d get to hear it again. 

You headed to the back to clock out. You put your apron in your little cubby and went back out to grab his check to take it to the back. When you approached the table, you realized he left the bouquet he had brought. Daisies and baby’s breath. You picked up the bouquet and the check that he had left for you, and realized you weren’t the only one to leave a note.

“For you. Thanks for saving my evening.”

You were shocked, but flattered regardless. The floral aroma from the gorgeous arrangement warmed your heart and you took the check to Vic so they could put it in the banker’s box in the office. Vic smiled at the bouquet, but only wished you a goodnight and nothing else.

As you approached your car, you looked at your phone. You had a text from an unknown number.

“I had a great time. I hope I’m not being too forward, but I’d love to see you again.”

You smiled at your phone and then you got another text.

“Oh sorry, this is Bill by the way.”

~

A few days had passed and you were getting ready for your second “date” with Bill. Did you consider your last encounter a date? Maybe this one was your first real date. 

You were going to The Solstice, a place that Vic recommended. They told you it was super low-key, perfect for a little date with an older man.

You were lining your eyelids with dark brown eyeshadow to create a siren eye effect. You also picked out a perfect black dress that accentuated your curves and black platform Mary Janes. You hoped the outfit wasn’t too dark, but you looked too good in black to pass it up. It was almost time to leave so you called an Uber to take you from your loft apartment. 

You loved your place, it was like a sanctuary to you. Your grandma had signed the lease on it when you were a sophomore in high school and decided where you wanted to go to school. She surprised you with the keys when you graduated. It had just the right amount of space and you felt so grateful. You didn’t know it then, but your grandma had been saving up the money to buy you this since you were born. When you found out, you drove home immediately to thank her in person.

The car pulled up to your apartment complex and you triple checked the license plate before you got in. The ride was uneventful, and you kept looking at your messages, worried that he’d text and cancel. Those fears subsided when your car pulled up to the door and he was standing outside waiting. 

He was wearing a gray casual suit that fit him perfectly. He wore just a plain white t-shirt underneath the jacket and white vans. Such a simple look but so flattering. You tried not to drool as you opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

When he looked up at you, his eyes brightened and he smiled wide. He had a funny look in his eyes like he was trying not to look you up and down. You wished he would.

You smiled back at him and gave him a hug. It’s at this moment you two hear the music pumping loudly from inside The Solstice. Maybe this wouldn’t be as low-key as you had planned. But hey, at least your outfit will fit in.

As you walked into the venue, it looked like a run-of-the-mill bar. So you were confused why the lights were so dim and the music was so loud. It gave off more of a nightclub vibe, and you weren’t sure how he’d react to that. It was then you saw the sign. “SATURDAY- DJ MIKE.” Of course the one night you came here, the DJ with the loudest speakers ever had to have a set. How were you going to have a conversation with this shy academic?

You turn to talk to him but when you look to where he was, he was not there. You start to worry that the environment had already freaked him out and that he left without another word, when you turn and spot him at the bar. He turned back and looked at you and offered a happy smile. You were still so shocked at his confidence; where did this come from? The bartender slid him two glasses and he set some cash on the counter before he turned back to you and smiled.

“Here you go.” He said as he handed you your drink. It shocked you that he remembered your favorite drink from your last evening together. Maybe you need to evaluate the type of men you typically go out with.

You smiled and took a sip of the drink. You almost immediately felt the confidence seeping into you from the alcohol. He looked over to a corner and found an empty table, then he lightly placed his hand on your lower back and walked with you over to the table.

When you sat down you immediately started apologizing. “I’m sorry. I’ve never been here before so when I suggested it I didn’t know it would be so loud.”

He smiled and shrugged. “Don’t apologize, I don’t mind at all. As long as there is a place where we can hang out, I’m fine with whatever.”

You again bite back the inappropriate urge to tell him that you could hang back at your apartment and instead take another drink of the cocktail he got you.

You talk each others’ ears off for a while, every once in a while stopping so he could get more drinks. The confidence from the liquor was drawing you to the dance floor.

“Do you want to dance?” You asked.

He giggled. “What?”

“Do you want to go dance with me?” You asked again, unwavering.

He contemplated for a few seconds, looking you in the eyes as he pondered the idea. Maybe he’s never really done this before. You didn’t mind, you just really wanted to get on the floor.

“Why not?” He said. It seemed like that could become a theme in your dynamic. You keep pushing him out of his comfort zone, but you hoped you weren’t being too pushy.

You smiled and grabbed his hand and walked to the dance floor. The DJ didn’t play any songs that you particularly wanted to dance to at all for the whole night, but that was when he played the song. “Maneater” by Nelly Furtado. You heard the “take it back” and immediately started dancing. 

The lights were dim enough that you could barely see anyone else, but you still had a hold on Bill’s hand. You then felt his presence right behind you. Without thinking you immediately grinded back into him and you felt his breath hitch against your ear. He slowly placed his hands on your hips and began following your movements. He kept his head behind your left shoulder as you continued to move your hips in a tantalizing circular way. You may not be the best dancer, but the liquor in your system seemed to say otherwise.

He was pressed tightly to your back. You could feel his breath on your neck and it was starting to become a distraction. You felt needier and needier with every second his hands were on you. The liquor was seemingly adding to his confidence as well, and the grip he had on your hips loosened and he started exploring more of your body. 

The song continued, and you did too. It felt like he was touching every inch of you and it was never going to be enough. You could never be too close to him. You turned around and as you did you realized by the tightness in his gray pants that he was feeling the same way as you. His eyes were only half open and he looked slightly disheveled.

“Call an Uber.” You said.

He didn’t say anything but instead whipped out his phone, ordering an Uber to his place at lightning speed.

Three more songs played but you barely noticed. You kept your eyes either on him or on the ETA of the car coming to pick you up. When it said it was a minute out, he grabbed your hand and swiftly walked towards the door. The car pulled up and he opened the door for you after checking the license plate. You slid into the car and he followed quickly behind.

The car ride was excruciating. If there was any more privacy in the vehicle, you know you would have been all over him. It was clear the driver thought so too by the looks he gave you periodically through the rear-view mirror. Bill’s place was only five minutes away from The Solstice, but it felt like five hours. His finger drew circles on your exposed thigh, and you instantly knew you were going to have a great night.

When the car stopped at his condo, he jumped out faster than you have ever seen someone move. He had your door open before you could even process that the car had stopped, and he reached out his hand to help you out of the car. He offered a quick “Thank you” to the driver and hurriedly walked inside, tightly gripping your hand the whole way. His hands shook slightly as he placed his key in the lock and opened the door. 

You took a step in and tried to take a look around. In seconds, he had the door shut and had you pressed up against it. You looked into his beautiful blue eyes as they darkened.

“Tell me if you don’t want to do this. I’ll never forgive myself if I take advantage of you.” He said quietly, his lips just inches from yours.

“I want to do this.” You said. You had barely got the words out when his lips were on yours. Despite the intensity of the kiss, you could feel that you were both smiling. One of his hands that pinned you to the door by your hips slid up and held your face, while your hands found a home within his tousled brown hair. The kiss continued to grow more and more desperate and he pressed further into you, lifting your leg up to his waist. 

He moved his lips from your mouth and down to your neck while you gasped for air. He kissed and sucked on your neck and you instantly knew you’d have to explain yourself to Vic, who no doubt would tease you about this for months. 

You felt the hardness in his pants graze across your core and couldn’t help the breathy moan that escaped your mouth. At the sound, Bill again captured your lips with his. He dropped your leg and began to walk you back to his bedroom, his mouth never leaving yours. When you felt the bed hit the back of your legs, you decided to seize control. You flipped him around and shoved him back onto his bed. He looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes and red swollen lips. His hair was wild and his cheeks tinted pink. He looked so beautiful and you felt an incredibly animalistic urge within you. You turned and shut his door while he continued to look at you. He started to get up.

“Ah ah ah.” You said. You swore you heard him whimper as he laid back against the pillows. 

You kicked off your shoes and slowly started taking off your dress. Underneath, you wore your favorite matching red bra and panties. As good as you looked in black, you looked twice as good in red. As you watched him freely look at your body in amazement, you knew you made the right choice.

“You can touch me now.” You said, and he was up in a flash.

He walked over towards you and put his hands on your waist, but he didn’t kiss you. Instead he continued to trace every inch of you with his eyes, like he was committing you to memory. Like at any moment you’d disappear and he’d awaken from this dream.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, barely above a whisper. 

He finally kissed you but this one was different. It was slow and full of passion. It slowly started building up, resuming the desperation from before. It was then you realized he was fully clothed and you grabbed his suit jacket and roughly pulled it off of him. Next, you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, and you both broke the kiss just long enough for you to quickly take it off of him.

You sat down on the bed and began to take off his belt when he pushed you so your back was on the bed. As you made eye contact with him he began slowly sliding your panties down your legs.

His eyes never left yours as he placed a kiss upon your naked core.

“Oh honey, you’re just soaked. Is this all for me?” He asked.

“All for you Bill.” You answered.

He began licking the sensitive bud and you threw your head back in pleasure. He started to pick up the pace, sucking harsher and harsher and lapping up all of your juices. You could tell he had done this before, and that he was a fucking god at it.

You could feel yourself starting to come undone when he pushed a long finger inside of you. You moaned loudly at the sensation and you felt him hum with satisfaction. He pumped in and out of you slowly, savoring the feeling of you wrapped around his finger, literally.

“Oh Bill. I’m gonna-” 

“Cum for me baby.” He interrupted you. You didn’t need to be told twice.

You released hard and fast all over his beautiful face. While you were coming down from your high, you saw him stand up, his face glistening with you all over him. You smiled and he smiled right back.

“Want to taste yourself honey?”

You thought you could come undone for a second time at his words alone. You nodded and he dipped down to kiss your lips.

You pull him into another heated kiss and you flip him over so his back on the mattress. You start working at his belt, trying desperately to pull his pants off of him. Once you got them off, you saw the wet spot on his gray boxers. The tent he was forming within them intimidated you slightly, but you were determined to make it work regardless.

You yanked his boxers down his legs and watched his member spring up and hit his stomach. Watching that happen could only be considered a religious experience. You grabbed his large cock and started pumping. His head flew back in pleasure.

You began to wrap your mouth around him when he yanked your head back up.

“No.” He slightly growled. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

He pulled you up so you were above him and he lined up with your entrance. You tried to sink down onto him but he held you up by the waist.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” He asked. Always the gentleman. Asking for consent was the bare minimum but with him it was also incredibly sexy. 

“I’ve never been more sure.” You said and pushed his hands off of your hips. You sank down onto him slowly, adjusting to his size. 

“Bill. You are so big.” You praised him.

He groaned loudly at the feeling of you around him. “You feel so good Y/N.”

After you fully took him in and the pain turned into pleasure, you started bouncing up and down. He helped you by placing his hands firmly on your waist. You bounced for a bit and then sat down on him harshly, rolling your hips in a circle. His eyes rolled back into his head.

You could feel your second climax coming soon and he noticed you start to falter, so he flipped you over so you are on your back and he’s on top. He started pounding into you like you’re the only thing holding him to earth. 

“Bill, you're going to make me cum.” You moaned into his ear and he moaned back at your words. You felt his hips start to stutter as well. 

“Cum with me. Please.” He begged and he reached down to your clit. He rubbed circles on your most sensitive area and that pushed you over the edge. Feeling your release, he pulled out just in time and sprayed his seed all over your stomach. As he finished, he laid his head down on your shoulder. You both were panting and covered in sweat.

After a few moments he got up and went to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in warm water before he returned and cleaned you up. Your eyelids felt so heavy with the weight of how intense the past moments were.

He climbed back into bed and wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you into him. After a few moments, when he thought you were asleep, he whispered a soft “Thank you” in your ear. You tried to hide the grin creeping up your face as you slowly drifted off to sleep in his warm embrace.

A/N: If you want to be added to my taglist please let me know! Hope you enjoy!

[starified-lizzy]

I figured I should redo my intro to my blog-

ELLO >:DDDD

(Edit/Update:) First of all, because my friend and I just had to deal with an art tracer;

YOU CANNOT TRACE, REPOST, CLAIM MY ART AS YOUR OWN OR *WHATEVER*. MY ART IS *MY ART*. MAKE YOUR OWN. ITS NOT THAT HARD AND EVERYONE STARTS SOMEWHERE.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated tho :3

Also- if you wish to use my art as a profile picture, you MUST give me credit as the first thing in your Bio/About me.

(Back to the original post)

Name’s Lizzy! Or Star! I really don’t give a fuck which you use!

Here’s my pronouns card! https://en.pronouns.page/@starified_lizzy

I draw shit for FANDOMS

I write shit for FANDOMS

I got OCS whom I LOVE and ADORE.

“Can I draw fanart of your fics?” My sibling in Christ, we are married. /pos

“Can I draw fanart of your fanart(like DTIYS)?” My sibling in Christ. /pos

“Can I draw fanart of your OCs?” CHRIST. /pos

RAHHHHHH (it’s really fucking early I shouldn’t be doing this now ;-;)

Here’s a list of my socials, it is very limited because I hate the “standard” socials like Twitter and Insta and stuff like that. So it’s more like- fanfic sites, and any other blogs I own for you guys to check out >.>

My AO3

My Art Fight

My YouTube

My TikTok (basically dead at this point, I only ever like/favorite things on it, but I might start up again with my FNF au instead)

My Pinterest

My Spotify because sure

My FNF au blog

My demonpocalypse blog ([possibly] forever retired due to a severe issue in the community it was for)

Blog for food/recipes I want to try because MMMMMMMMMMM FOOOOD

Wow that’s actually not limited like I thought- hot damn I need to touch some grass.

HERES A LIST OF FANDOMS IM EITHER CURRENTLY IN, OR HAVE RETIRED FROM (Also CCs):

Retired-

DSMP (and MCYT as a whole for the most part), dude our community is in *shambles*. I’m so glad I left when I did, but at the same time O W.

ATLA. Technically I’m still in this fandom, but I only really get back into it/brainrot about it if I get a reminder, otherwise I kinda forget about it

FNAF. Same with ATLA, still technically in it, but I gotta be reminded it exists sometimes.

BATIM. Ditto

Wings of Fire. Ditto

Undertale. Ditto. Lizzy, my main persona, was actually an OC created from Undertale, who just ended up becoming her own person, and then ended up being associated with mine and my friend’s Minecraft au instead.

Onto CCs I no longer watch:

Any of the DSMP ppl, with very few exceptions

Jacksepticeye. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still watch a video of his if it pops up and spikes my interest, but I don’t actively seek his content out anymore.

Any of the old Minecrafters. Like DanTDM, Stampy, Tiny Turtle & Little Lizard. Hell, I don’t even think any of the ones I listed even do YT at all anymore. I’ll still watch their old videos tho.

Current-

FNF. I really could give less of a fuck if y’all think it’s “bad” or “for kids (it’s not, I promise you)”. The music slaps, and quite a few mods are really well made, so eat my ass.

Day of Dragons. The dragons are cool. I don’t care about any drama in the community. I’m here for the cool fucking dragons.

The Isle. Once again, I don’t care about any drama in the community. I’m here for the cool ass dinosaurs because you can customize your own skins and they just look and sound cool (Dilo, Herarra, and Ptera are my faves)

Lethal Company. Do it for the Company.

RainWorld. Scugs and Scups. Need I say more?

Hollow Knight. Sorta falling out of this one, but until I beat the entire game (P5) I am not finished.

Minecraft. Technically in “the fandom”, but not really attached to a specific YTer or anything like that anymore. I just like the game.

CCs I still watch:

Astral Spiff. Sprog is a good gamer.

Smii7y and his friends like Grizzy, Droid, Puffer, Blarg, etc.

Jack Manifold. I only watch his You Laugh You Loose and Ghost Sighting Compilation videos. I don’t even know if he still does Minecraft anymore.

8-BitRyan. While he doesn’t swear in his videos, it’s kinda a breath of fresh air. Plus his edits are quite funny.

Markiplier. Yes. Just… yes…

IGP. His content is just interesting. The way he freaks out over shit is funny as hell. Does he do content with IcyCaress anymore? Their banter was funny, but idk if something happened, cuz I just don’t see much stuff with Icy in it anymore.

As of right now, that’s all I can think of. It’s nice to meet you!

[genavere]

I'm honestly not sure how you could have missed the fact that ravewood was a reposter? People have talked about it extensively, and the art they reposted never matched their url. If you need me to do the labour for you, https://www.tumblr.com/genavere/724723129006604288?source=share here's your most recent offense. https://www.tumblr.com/54prowl/696176793830506496/a-couple-of-things-i-check-to-know-if-the-person?source=share Here's a guide to take notes from, because the post I linked here has so many blatant signs of reposting that it's laughable. Also it doesn't stop being art theft just because it's funny. If you're reblogging stolen work just because it makes you and other people happy, that's still art theft and it's still morally wrong. If your fics that you worked hard on were reposted without credit, I'm sure you wouldn't be too delighted with that. I've given you the resources so please do better.

"If you need me to do the labour for you, https://www.tumblr.com/genavere/724723129006604288?source=share here's your most recent offense."

Remember how I said there was one that I was questionable on? Yeah, that was the one. It's has now been deleted. After you politely informed me it was indeed the one, I did a google search, couldn't find the original artist to credit, so I deleted it.

Did I do my diligence on it? No. Why? It was posted in 2020 and I didn't do a deep dive of the blog. I don't check every account.

"I'm honestly not sure how you could have missed the fact that ravewood was a reposter? People have talked about it extensively, and the art they reposted never matched their url."

Ravewood was one of the first users I came across when I came back to tumblr last year and was looking for Fairy Tail content. After being on the platform again for a couple of months and getting my toes wet, that's when I took off my rose-colored glasses and realized what they were.

At that point in time, I knew no one in the fandom and was hungry.

An important note about people on the internet: Not everyone is in the loop, not everyone is in social circles, and not everyone sees the warning posts right away, either.

Is it an excuse? Yes, and I acknowledge that and the mistakes I've made.

So, now that you have schooled me, thank you for doing the labor for me.

Here is also somethings from that blog you recommended, along with the link for anyone interested:

"Also it doesn't stop being art theft just because it's funny. If you're reblogging stolen work just because it makes you and other people happy, that's still art theft and it's still morally wrong."

Regarding when what I meant by making people happy: it's the memes.

Check out this funny video that I reblogged:

It was great fun watching that. The poor guy that is shaking, I felt sooo bad for him.

How about this one about the grandson of Ulysses S. Grant writing gay vampire fiction:

Lovely information about a gentleman who has defied social norms and prejudice to be with his husband for so long and to write what he is passionate about.

"...because the post I linked here has so many blatant signs of reposting that it's laughable." "Please be more careful when you're reblogging fan art. On more than one occassion you've reblogged stolen fan art which gets spread around even more and that's so unfair to the artists."

If your original message had said: "Hey, this one [link] that you reblogged is stolen, would you mind taking it down or crediting the artist?"

I would have been like: "Oh shoot, sorry about that! Thank you for letting me know!" and taken it down. Would have been appreciative, even.

But you weren't.

Right out of the gate, you were standoffish. The tone felt like you said your piece and were not willing to have a conversation. Not willing to be helpful in letting me know which of the many stolen fanarts you accused me of.

That tone carries through into this ask.

Do I usually try to make sure I reblog credited art? Yes, and as I learn more about how things should be, like trying to attach the original tags the person put, I adapt.

Do I always catch everything? No, cause I am human and sometimes you just can't do better.

"If your fics that you worked hard on were reposted without credit, I'm sure you wouldn't be too delighted with that."

Would I be happy if my fics were reposted without credit? No, cause I would like to know what people think of them and I would not be able to see if they enjoyed them or thought they were trash.

Has this happened? Yes, and with original works, too. Happened to a book that I had self-published, which meant potential lost revenue.

Would I blame someone who reblogged from someone else it if I found out? No. I would let them know that it had been reposted without my consent and ask if they could edit their post to give credit, or take it down and reblog mine.

"I've given you the resources so please do better."

You did give me a resource, which I appreciate.

But, please note, that you could do better, too. Kindness goes a long way, and is a far better teaching tool.

On a last note, how about this one I also reblogged:

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please please please please PLEASE give everyone on this list a hand if you have the capacity, and please continue to check back, because it unfortunately continues to grow. but i wanted to highlight a few familiar names and colleagues:

Dave Wasson - creator of Time Squad, showrunner of The Cuphead Show!, director of The Buzz on Maggie, Making Fiends, Star vs. the Forces of Evil, and some of the 2013 Mickey Mouse shorts. all of my interactions with him have been incredibly kind and friendly; a real cartoon genius. please lend a hand if you are able.

Bill Reiss - if you've ever laughed at or quoted "NO! THIS IS PATRICK!", you should consider tossing SpongeBob veteran Bill Reiss what you can as the writer of that brilliant line. he helped make my childhood and probably yours, too. credits also include being the creative director of Chowder, co-developer of Fish Hooks, as well as working on the 2013 Mickey shorts and Harvey Beaks.

Bill Flores - if you've watched a cartoon in your lifetime (and, considering you're following this blog, you probably have), it's likely Bill Flores provided background art for it. Space Jam, King of the Hill, Rugrats, CatDog, The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, Chowder, Uncle Grandpa, Steven Universe, and 2013 Mickey are all just a sample of his credits.

Levon Jihanian - another incredibly talented background designer with a massive swathe of credits: Over the Garden Wall, Wander Over Yonder, Green Eggs and Ham, Tig 'n Seek, and The Day the Earth Blew Up, to name a few.

Jordan Mitchell - Jordan has been in the hospital and lost his brother and father in addition to his home. as a visual development artist, he's provided art for Tig 'n Seek, Carol vs the End of the World, and The Urkel Movie, as well has having editorial experience. he could really use a helping hand.

these are just a fraction of the names on the list, and even a smaller fraction of the thousands of people in LA impacted by these fires. no one is more important than the other--your help is limitless. but being an animation worker and seeing colleagues and colleagues of colleagues on this list, i just want to do what i can to spread the word. if you follow me, you like cartoons. you likely like at least one of the cartoons mentioned above. please show your gratitude any way you can. and please again know that this is just a small fraction--i highlight the animation workers since it hits very close to home, but there are so many other people who need the same resources and help. i know there's a lot going on, and a lot of fundraisers to tend to certainly outside of the LA fires. but i just hope to pass the help forward and hope that you will do the same. thank you.

hey all, linked in this article are a bunch of GoFundMe fundraisers for animation workers who have been displaced by the LA fires--if you have the capacity to donate that would be really wonderful!

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