#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

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WHAT’S IT ABOUT

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.

Want to see if it’s to your liking? We’ve included an excerpt from chapter one below.

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.

😭😭

[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.

[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

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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

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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

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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.

[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!!

[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.

[tinababeh]

what are your fav videogames?

Hello there, dear anon! To quote Scott Pilgrim, “That’s kind of a big question.” :P

I’ve been playing games as a passionate hobby since I was 3. My father always enjoyed collecting console and PC games, so I was pretty spoiled in that regard. My first favorite game at 3 was DOOM (haha), and I grew up playing Chrono Trigger, the Final Fantasy series (7-10 are my favorites), Tekken, DOA, a ton of JRPGs, Snatcher (who remembers this banger?! Major points if you do), and so on. The list could go on forever, and I would literally talk about it for hours if you want to nerd out sometime.

My new all-time favorite game is, of course, Elden Ring. I’m just three achievements shy of maxing it out because I was utterly obsessed. I even watch tons of lore videos on it since it’s so expansive and amazing. I’m currently playing the DLC in New Game Plus (NG+), trying to max out everything. To do that, I’ll need to play it again in NG+2 to trigger the alternate companion quests. I’m almost done, but since I have issues with finality (xD), I took a break and started playing Black Myth: Wukong! I just beat the Tiger Karate boss <--lolz, and I honestly really love it. It has elements I loved from God of War, and the combat is super fun and legit.

I’m a little sad that the developers didn’t give credit to one of my favorite artists, Ruan Jia, since it’s evident they drew heavy inspiration from his work. The artist himself pointed out that they basically copied and pasted the armor/Wukong design from his creations. You can check out his work here: https://www.iamag.co/the-art-of-ruan-jia/ Post highlighting it: https://www.instagram.com/p/DAZjQ8jSfVg/?hl=en (sigh)

ANYWAY takes a deep breath, I’m loving that game right now, and I’m also very excited for the next Dragon Age! Dragon Age is also one of my favorite series. <3

[mariii1]

🫀Things you can do to self-care/relax🫀

THIS IS INTUITIVE ONLY NO TAROT

Inspired by my root canal and dev lemons

DARK/WEIRD THEME AGAIN YAYYYY All artists are credited! Check them out on insta. Also I couldn't get this song out of my head and I realized the other day I physically don't know how to relax so here we are. I didn't realize this was intuitive until I started, granted it's 5 am. Happy Chomping!

1. Eat more. You may put yourself on restrictive diets or have trouble with eating and have a tumultuous relationship with food. If you think you need help with these relationships, it would be the best self care to get it. Whether through getting a better doctor (some doctors are quite fatphobic and lazy in their practice tbh) or seeing a therapist and nutritionist. I think this is something you focus on, even if you don't want to. This year may present opportunities for you to change and if you want to start alone, the best thing would be trying to get over your potential fear of food. I'm not going to be specific bc that can be very triggering but just know there are online sources out there that aren't toxic and people go into recovery everyday.

2. Being more present. I knowwww you've probably heard that so many times and people are never fucking specific but I'll be for you: going outside more, moving around more so you can be in your body more, not focusing on the future, distracting yourself less, seeking more physical stimulantion, etc. I think you get the drift. Paying more attention to your body since of you may be connected to group one where you ignore signals you're body gives you whether it's being hungry, needing to shit, being thirsty or tired, etc.

3. Oh you're the opposite of pile 2. You need more mental stimulantion and possibly emotional as well. Honestly getting into more emotional things idk how to describe like watching tv shows or movies more, reading fiction. I think your day to day is always the same and it's really taking a toll on you. I think these are easy ways to incorporate some newness into your routine although I think a lot of you take prode in having or like rigid schedules. You don't and shouldn't be productive all the time. Like I heavily get you're missing out on fandoms and people you could relate to because you don't indulge in pop culture like that.

4. Something with the body specifically changing your clothing and/or skin. Basically changing and taking more interest in your outward appearance. I think you all already do, but I feel you can take it a bit step further especially if there are things you've been wanting to try out. Some of you might want to try body art like literal body painting or getting tattoos. Just something that has to do with having you're body in particular you're whole physical appearance involved. This is very much visual based nothing physical like dancing or working out more. If you've been wanting to dress more traditionally for you're culture in particular, this could bring you a lot of happiness and could be very fun for you.

[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!

[makedonsgriva]

Hi again @makedonsgriva . If you don't mind me asking, can I ask, what are your top 7 favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series/etc) and your top 7 favorite ships (can be canon or non canon) from any media? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this questions before and if I ask too much.....

Hi @dnana-2809-blog !!! Thank you for the ask. I don’t mind answering your questions at all and you are always welcome to send more asks in my inbox ^_^

Top 7 favorite media (in no particular order)

1. Attack On Titan

I can never ever move on from this story. The plot twists??? The characters??? Zero fan service and filler episodes and being just straight to the point??? And the PLOT!?! HELLO??? THE PLOT IS SO GODDAMN GOOD????

Attack on Titan is truly a fantastic story about war, humanity, sacrifice and above all, love. On the surface level, it seems like every other shonen anime out there but its depth is truly incomparable. No media I’ve watched comes close to it.

2. Captive Prince Trilogy

I think I read this series for the first time back in 2018-19 and it absolutely rocked my world??? I reread it almost every year now because holy shit??? I’ve never read a better enemies to forced allies to friends to lovers to divorced but forced allies to lovers to im gonna die for this man???

Also the plot??? CS Pacat knew how hard they cooked and ate with Captive Prince. The world building, the characters, the plot twists, politics, the drama??? I M M A C U L A T E.

I highly recommend it to everyone who has not read it but please check the trigger warnings for this trilogy before you start.

(Pls let me know the artist yall so I can edit this and credit the artist!)

3. Carry On Trilogy

I don’t think I’ve ever been as emotionally attached to a series as I’ve been to Carry On. Like Simon, Baz and Penny were exactly who I needed as an awkward teen dealing with a lot of bs. I saw this trilogy being completed in front of my eyes. I can’t tell you how healing and rewarding it was for me to read Any Way The Wind Blows. 2020 was the most horrific, heartbreaking nightmare for me and I think a part of me healed when I read AWTWB in 2021. When I saw that Simon and Baz were going to be okay, I understood that I would okay too. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it would happen.

Sorry I think I got too personal but I just have so much love for this series and the way it showed healing and love and friendship. It’s so special to me ❤️

4. Tian Guan Ci Fu

A very recent addition but I just know it’s going to be one of those series I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving. I’m such a sucker for stories that are, at the end of the day, about love. About knowing how vicious and shitty this world is but being kind is what makes all the difference. About learning from past mistakes and about making a future, no matter how late that future comes.

It also gave me Xie Lian. You guys don’t understand just how much I love Xie Lian. I can go to war for that man, okay. I can follow him through hell. I will protect that man with my life.

5. The Good Place

It’s been a while since I watched this show but I do remember just how deeply it impacted me and permanently altered my brain chemistry.

The characters were all so unique and coming from such different backgrounds and with really interesting backstories. The growth we witnessed for them over the four seasons was phenomenal. Especially for Eleanor. And Michael. God I fucking love Michael.

Everything about this show was top notch. I think I will need to make a whole separate post talking about the philosophy of this show. I think this is one of those shows that everyone needs to watch at least once in their life.

6. Fleabag

Fleabag will always be superior. The main character is one of my all time favorites and I think it tells a really great, bittersweet story of coming to terms with your own flaws. It’s a story about life but not the entirety of it because we just get to witness a very small portion of Fleabag’s life. Her mistakes are colossal but her life is too big to be defined by it. Yes she is a raging cunt but yes I love her to death and her story too. The humour, the fourth wall breaking, the emotions… all of it make fleabag the amazing show it is.

7. Yuri On Ice

My first anime ever. The feelings it gave me is incomparable to any other. News of its movie cancellation was beyond devastating.

(As I type it out, the theme song is playing in my head..)

I can’t begin to emphasise just how important this anime is for queer representation in mainstream anime because while this anime is about ice skating, yes, above all it’s about love. How it makes us better, how it brings out the best version of ourselves, how it sustains and pushes us forward. And that love just so happens to be between two men. It’s just so heartwarming.

It was so so important for me as a young queer person still struggling with their identity and wanting to fit in. Yuri On Ice was so important for me and still is.

(Fuck I miss Yuri and Viktor)

As this post has already got too long, I will answer your ship question in a separate post! I will make sure to tag you when I do :)

[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:

[jonogueirawrites]

The seer of life and death.

Chapter 1

Summary:

You transfer to Nevermore, hoping to finally get your philosophy degree. What you didn't expect was to fight for your life or the love of a talented artist. Amidst all that fighting, familiar ghosts from your past will be forced to reveal the truth about your gifts. Let's hope you don't join them.

~~~~~ All characters are adults. I will post a chapter per day.

Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Angst, Smut, Violence, Near Death Experience.

AO3

The artist and the outcast.

It was the beginning of a new school year, and you found yourself knocking on one more dean's door. You questioned if you would ever get your philosophy degree. Sighing, you waited for someone to answer. After a few more seconds, you raised your hand to knock again when the door opened, and Weems looked down at you. You had to give the woman credit for her reputation. She was so tall you were sure your father's nickname for you fit perfectly. You were a little one all over again.

"Ms. Weems, I believe you received my family's letter, and I'm here to finish all the technicalities before the beginner of…." Your words got lost in her gaze.

The woman before you studied your figure for a little longer than usual, but not long enough to make you uncomfortable. After all, you were more than used to that kind of silent judgment.

Finally, with a friendly smile on her face, she took a step back, giving you access to her office. "Please do come in, Ms. Tanda.” The way she pronounced your name made you sure she knew what it meant. The seer of life and death. “We have much to discuss." She waited for you to step inside and looked around to make sure no one was following you.

The conversation was more of the old same, and soon you found yourself walking to your dorm. You went down flights of stairs and turned more corners than you cared counting. You arrived at a large, quiet, dark, and very, very isolated room. Exactly what you needed. Wasting no time, you started to unpack.

Sitting on the foot of your surprisingly comfortable bed, you looked through the tiny window leading to the university's grounds. Beyond the grass and vines, you could barely see the full moon shining in the sky. You reached for the picture on your nightstand and smiled when the shadows started to stir.

~~~~~

Xavier watched her once again walk among the students like a shadow. No one looked her way. Still, his eyes knew when she was around because his gaze always managed to land on her. She walked past everyone like there was no one there.

He couldn't deny it. He was entranced by her sorrowed eyes and intense presence. He wondered if she ever smiled.

Although people seemed to not care about her presence, he was the opposite. He wanted to know more. Unravel her secrets. See her genuine smile and hear her laughter.

He looked down at his sketchbook, and her eyes stared back at him. The darkness looking back at him enveloped his being and made him wonder if she even knew he existed.

A heavy but hopeful sigh escaped his lips.  

~~~~~

You were on your nightly stroll, completely distracted by your own thoughts, when a low sound caught your attention. For a second, you debated if it would be wise to check it out or return to the safety of your dorm, but you decided to believe Weems's words.

You are safe here.

You drifted closer to it and rounded the few trees separating you from what made your skin crawl. A small rabbit lay dead at your feet. The head separated from its body but no predator nearby. You ignored the shiver and looked over your shoulder. After some whispered reassurance, you headed your way, and soon the ordeal was out of your mind.

Returning to your dorm, you turned to head down the old steps when you bumped into him. The one who carried a sketchbook with him. If the information given to you was correct, he was the one called Xavier Thorpe.

"Mr. Thorpe. I'm sorry if I hurt you." Your eyes roaming his body for any sign of harm. His gentle hands on your arms ignored. When you looked into his eyes, you saw he smiled at you. A smile reaching his soul.

You observed his features. The way his hair framed his face and his lips curved up displaying a sincere and open invitation. You heard a low grunt and stepped back out of his reach, making sure to have space between you two, and your eyes fell to the floor. Movement that didn't go unnoticed by the man in front of you.

"It's okay. I mean, I'm okay." His voice was calm and soothing. You could listen to it all day. "Are you okay?" He placed his hands in his pockets and patiently waited for your answer.

You tried to remember the last time you had a casual conversation with someone. Lost in thought, you heard the familiar clear of throat and looked up at him. His eyes roamed your face, and the serene smile remained playing on his lips. "Do not worry. Mr. Thorpe. I assure you all is well." You bowed and walked past him, only to be interrupted by his words.

"Xavier. You can call me Xavier."

He had turned to look at you. And for the first time, you noticed how tall he was. A natural occurrence, it seemed. Your father's words rang in your ears, and you would have smiled if they weren't so heartbreaking. "Very well. My name is-"

The way he spoke your name sounded like music in the air. You watched as his lips pronounced it and were entranced by their movements. "If you prefer me to call you Ms. Tanda, let me know." He tilted his head at you, and something stirred in your soul. Something you knew like the palm of your hand. Fear.

"Anything you're comfortable with is fine with me. Have a good night, Xavier." Before he could say anything, you turned and headed to your dorm. The voice by your ear reminded you how dangerous it all was.

You arrived at your room and closed the many locks on your door, praying they would keep you safe.

~~~~~

Xavier watched you walk away from him. Your behavior was nothing short of odd. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to know more about you. All about you.

He headed to his own dorm and closed the door with his heel. Going straight to his desk, he opened his sketchbook and started to draw. His muse, once again, being the secretive woman walking alone around the dark places of the university.

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Indiscretion Ch. 2

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Indiscretion - in·dis·cre·tion :: /indəˈskreSH(ə)n/ noun • Behavior or speech that is indiscreet or displays a lack of good judgment. Alternatively can be synonymous or associated with - A loss of innocence…

Who :: GuardianArchangel!Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader, IncubusDemon!Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem!Reader

Word Count :: 3.3k

AN :: M¡nors DN¡ (I check every like and reblog), if you’re religious or a person of faith, this may not be for you. This chaptered series is going to involve angelology and demonology amongst other topics and things. I don’t want complaints or messages that I’m going to hell, you’ve already been warned so, save the pearl clutching for something actually worthwhile - like real world issues (눈_눈 ) That aside, I hope that those who celebrate it had a wonderful and happy lunar new year! 🧧🥳🌙🥮🐰

⚠️ :: Demons! Hooray! And a nosy Toga going through your drawers… 👀

Artist :: I tried to find who this artist was as I found this on Pinterest. If anyone knows or has any idea, please let me know so I can reach them and give proper credit. Thank you!

Gimme Something Good, Sweetheart • Ch.2

Five-thirty in the morning saw Keigo’s hand on your cheek, gently caressing back and forth to wake you. You’d slept through your first alarm and he knew you’d be rushing to get out the door if you didn’t wake with this second alarm currently going off. He knew you hated rushing, and working for the most prestigious museum in the city was a job you took seriously. Keigo sighed. He didn’t want to have to do this, what with fall now in full swing, but he had no choice, you needed to be up already. He made his hand cold, cold enough to startle a human, and he watched as you grimaced before your eyes snapped open, hand flying up to where Keigo had just been. He’d prepared for that, having gone invisible so you didn’t see him.

You finally registered the beep of your second alarm and your eyes widened, looking at the time before flying out of bed and bolting to your closet to grab your outfit for the day. As you made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do other essentials, Keigo went about finding your things and putting them in one place.

“Keys, purse, phone… ahhh, oh! Watch, bottle of water. She really needs to drink more, so maybe 2 bottles? Where did she put that big reusable water bottle? That holds a lot in there. She should use that again.”

He sent his feathers silently throughout your apartment to do what he needed, grateful you were preoccupied in the bathroom. After he filled that big bottle of water with the two bottles, he placed it with the other items that he’d piled up.

“Oh, yeah. It’s pretty cold out today. Let’s see…”

He took a look at your outfit and then flitted through all the wool pea coats you’d had hanging in your closet. Keigo tended to fret when he felt you weren’t taking care of yourself enough.

“Ah, this is the one. I like when she wears this one. It matches perfectly.”

He draped the coat over the arm of your chair. Just in time as well, you were entering back into your room to dress. As you crossed the threshold, you grabbed the bottom hem of your silk sleep shirt and pulled it up over your head. Keigo swiftly brought a wing forward and covered the front part of his body and face, heat rising from his chest to his cheeks. Why was this so weird now? He knew of every freckle on your body, every spot you didn’t like that you were still blessed with, and yet he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to watch you get dressed. His mind instantly went back to the dream you’d had earlier. How that man, that thing, was all over you. That beast that was both claiming you and taunting him at the same time. What the hell did he mean that he couldn’t have a taste?! He didn’t want that, Keigo’s never thought of that before, let alone to have thought about it with you. He didn’t want that…

His breathing was ragged again just as before. He needed to calm down before you heard it, too. He also needed to speak to Raphael about all these new feelings he was experiencing for the first time in his angelic life. Were you done by now? Surely you had to be done. Keigo spread his wing, his feathers individually opening as though fingers were separating as he caught you with a leg propped up on the seat of the comfy chair you had in your room, pulling up your cold weather thigh highs to fasten in your garter belt. And though he’s seen you do this many times before, it felt very different seeing you do this now. He was starting to notice things he never had before. The way your legs were curved, the fullness of your thighs and just how nice the outline of your body is, the probable softness of it.These were very foreign thoughts for an angel to be having and in his panic at the realization of this, he fled the apartment and went home. As you finished getting ready, you spotted all the things you needed for the day already laid out for you. You didn't remember having done any of it.

Maybe melatonin did messed with your memory.

After having gotten ready and making sure you’d gathered everything after a once over, and you walked out the door, another, more sinister presence appeared in your home. A tall man with very tired looking eyes moved about your kitchen, gazing out over your living room. So this was your actual home? The one he’d seen in the dream you’d had earlier was someone else’s then? That was fine, he could work with this. Large hands shoved into his pockets as he walked around your cozy little home, purposely saving your bedroom for last. As he stepped over the threshold to your bedroom, his whole demeanor changed to one of pure animalistic rage. There was holy energy that strongly lingered in the air, more concentrated in this room than anywhere else. However, this entity was absolutely sure he was alone. Walking over to a framed photo of you and your friends, he grabbed a hold of it to examine it closer.

“There she is, the same girl from the dream. So, pretty girl’s got herself a Guardian Angel? This is gonna be interesting.”

A forked tongue came out to lick at somewhat dry lips as he placed it back down on the night table. As he turned to sift through your clothing to get a better idea of your type, figure you out a bit more, he felt a presence manifest behind him.

“Ohhhh Tooooshi?”

A girl with two messy pigtail buns stood behind him, a wide smile on her face as she spoke in a singsong voice.

“There you are!! I’ve been looking all over the place for you!”

The entity turned to look her in the face properly.

“And what do you want from me now, Toga?”

“Master wants a word with you. Says it’s reeeeal important.”

There was something off about the look in her eyes. The look of something dangerously deranged. Toshi sighed, already tired of this interaction.

“Right. Well, as you can see, I’m trying to get more info on my newest prey I managed to snare while dream hopping. So, if it's the souls Master’s concerned about, then he’s got no reason to worry. I always drag them in. Do me a favor, will ya, Tog? Tell him that this time, I think I’ve gone and caught myself a whole whale. I’m sure he’ll be really satisfied with this one.”

Toga’s eyes lit up as she nodded. She cheerily went to the night table and picked up the same picture that Toshi had been looking at when he’d arrived.

“Oooh. So which one is she?”

A long, thick, inky black tipped finger that faded into pale skin pointed to your happy smiling face between your three best friends.

“Wow, she’s so pretty!! I bet her blood tastes as good as she smells - if her room is anything to go by. If you catch her, will you let me have a taste as well?”

Toga was looking back at Toshi with a pleading look in her eyes, almost puppy dog in nature. If puppy dogs were deranged with bloodlust.

“I’ll think about it, alright? And whaddya mean by ���if” I catch her? I will catch her, we’ve already had a real nice taste of each other.”

Hitoshi said with a sinister fondness.

“But, I gotta do some hard work over here, so I’m gonna be gone from home for a while. I have to take some serious precautions because a Guardian Angel is involved in this one.”

Toga bristled at that revelation, looking around frantically as though a high ranking angel was about to attack her from the shadows. Toshi sighed and wiped a large hand down his seemingly sleep deprived face.

“Would you relax? There isn’t anyone here right now. Do you really think I’d be this calm if there were a Guardian here?

The girl slowly shook her head, almost as though she were shameful. Truth was, as dangerous as Toga was, her skills in angel detection were among the weakest of the demons, if not the weakest. She hung her head a little, embarrassment coursing through her whole being and Toshi knew this was one of her more volatile feelings.

“Look, you know that when you’re with me, nothing’s gonna happen to you, yeah? I’m not Master’s top fighter and tracker for nothing.”

Toga perked up a bit at this.

“Master calls you his right hand Jaguar, Hitoshi. You’re fierce, sneaky, and you stalk like no one else! Such stealth!! Can you teach me sometime? I want to be better when I go and try to raise my soul quota again!”

Toshi gave a slight grin, a rarity really. Toga could mark this as the fourth time she’s ever seen him make such a face, and they’ve known each other for almost 379 years now.

“I’ll teach you, you’ll definitely get better after a few lessons with me as your teacher. And will you please stop listening to that infinite idiot, and loose cannon that is Dabi? He’s not doing you any favors, kiddo.”

Toga nodded before playfully making her way to your closet where she started to flick through your clothes one article at a time. Her eyes grew big at some of the outfits you had, part of her wished she were still a human to be able to experience the way people formed the ever changing landscape of trendsetting fashion.

“Wooow, she dresses real nice, Toshi. I’d say you picked very decent prey.”

Toshi silently nodded, his mind somewhere far off remembering how you looked in the dream he’d slipped into earlier that morning. Who was that man whose features he’d inhabited in your dream? Who was he to you? After having looked through your closet, he knew you lived alone. Was he someone you were seeing? Not for long if he played his cards right. Shaking off the thought, he made his way to some more personal items that would help him learn more about you. He used some hidden sixth sense and honed into a spot between your bed and box spring.

“Bingo,”

He slipped his hand between them and pulled out a cute yet simple notebook that you made sure was never at risk of being seen by anyone. He plopped down on your bed, large, bare feet crossing over one another as he thumbed through the pages to get a better feel for what you were like before he got his claws properly dirty.

“Gimme something good, sweetheart.’

As he lay there and silently read, Toga kept flittering about your room, going through your drawers. A dresser that was tucked neatly against the far wall of your room was where she currently had her attention set. She opened the top drawer and sifted through all different kinds of socks. Some ankle, some standard, calf length, knee length, and lastly thigh depending on what you were wearing at your office and museum for the day. Toga took out one of your sheer thigh highs with lace at the top and slid it up her leg before twisting it from side to side to look at it in your full length mirror.

“Oooh! This is actually nice.”

She slipped it off and put it back into your drawer before closing it and moving on to the next one. As she grabbed the knob and pulled, a sly look slipped over her features. Looking behind her to make sure that Hitoshi wasn’t looking, she grabbed one of the garments and opened them up from their roll.

“Horn’s up, Hitoshi!”

With a slight giggle, Toga flung the garment and watched as it softly glided right onto Toshi’s lap. Toshi shook his head from the unexpected distraction, and looked down at his leg to find a black pair of panties with a line of pearls clearly placed where a woman’s slit would be. He whistled low as he picked them up from his lap to examine them.

“Well, well. It looks like my little museum nerd does have some taste. Thanks, Tog.”

“My pleasure!”

Toga gave a dramatic little bow with one arm up, your bra being twirled in circles as she did. Making her way to the opposite side of the bed from Toshi, she stared at your second night table. Opening the top drawer revealed little knick knacks of sorts. Stray hair ties, hair clips, random bottles of nail polish that probably cost more than they were worth. Her little clawed hand sifted through random mini makeup pallets, endless lip balms, earrings that seemed to have lost their twin, little pots of lip masks and balms and lotions for nightly use.

“Booooring,”

Frustrated with her finds in the first drawer, Toga reached and opened the last and bottom drawer only to freeze in place. Before her was a treasure trove of toys, toys that she always found hilarious at the fact that humans partook in such things.

“Whore drawer, whore drawer!!!!”

She was practically bouncing on the bed at her find.

“Whore drawer!!”

“What on earth are you going on about now? I’m trying tr-“

Hitoshi snapped your journal shut in annoyance when without warning, a large, floppy, silicone appendage was thrust right into his face.

“What in th- what are you doing with that, Toga?!”

“I found the whore drawer!!”

With a maniacal cackle, Toga flopped back on the bed while waving her new find in the air, watching it wiggle oddly.

“Give me that, where did you get this?”

Toshi snatched it from her, getting up from the bed to make it to her side only to see the drawer still open and practically filled with a variety of toys.

“Hooooly shit. Is goodie-goodie this much of a deviant? Oh, this soul’s gonna be cake.

Hitoshi figured it would be, at least. Long legs bent to crouch in front of the drawer full of fun. He sifted through the mess of colorful silicone, electronics, charging cords, and tied up pouches.

“Hello, hello? What’s this, now?”

His clawed fingers plucked one of the strings to the closest pouch and pulled it out to peek into. As the opening grew wider at the tug of the string, he tipped it over only to feel a cold, phallic wand slip into his large palm. It was pretty, this glass insertable he was currently staring at. Very girly, in a semi-twisted sense. The insertable portion was clear while the opposite end, and what Toshi presumed was the handle to it, was a cute soft yellow crescent moon.

“The whore drawer has magical girl wands inside? Aww, I’m jealous!”

Toga huffed, flopping onto the bed angrily. Shaking his head, Hitoshi put the glass dildo away and continued to look through the drawer, surprised that his target was such a little deviant. He could absolutely work with this, with you. The way he saw it, your soul was already his. He’d already won this game, despite having to eventually plan and face off with Guardian Angel, he’d do it for a down and out, overworked yet underpaid, searching-for-the-meaning-of-life, woman like you.

This would be fun and he hasn’t had much of it as of late being an Incubus Demon. Something about humans having less sex these days meant that desires were unusually low in the sexual department. When he thought about it more properly, the humans have had it quite hard the last 3 years. His good buddy Mammon, the Demon of monetary greed, was the one who was working like he’d never seen before. He was lucky to have been able to feed off you when he’d infiltrated your dream, and if he were being honest with himself, now that he’s had a taste, Hitoshi wasn’t going to back down nor let you go. He was determined to see this through.

Stopping in surprise once more, Toshi found a faux leather paddle in the shape of an animal paw with hearts cut out where the toe beans were supposed to go. Giving a crooked smirk, he knew if he could infiltrate your dreams again tonight, he’d definitely be using that on you. Sifting through the drawer a little more while a now bored Toga stuck to being nosey and in your things, he thought about you as he came across a bunch of cat themed sex toys in your possession. You were a very attractive woman, Hitoshi could easily admit to that. If there was one combination he knew to be a potentially deadly one, it was an Incubus Demon who hadn’t been able to feed for a long period of time paired with an attractive “host”. Working for his Master had left little room for feeding his sexual appetite. Which in hindsight was a bad idea to do in the first place when he needed that energy to be able to fight angels of varying types and gather both their and human souls.

As of right now, he was on the weaker side, which is what made him bide his time in coming into your apartment to make sure the stunned Guardian Angel he’d glimpsed and spoke to in the wet dream he was responsible for inducing upon you, was also gone. The place reeked of holiness, which told him this angel had been here for quite some time then. What made you so important to have been assigned such a high ranking one? No matter, Toshi would just have to drive a wedge between you two. Either that, or get the Guardian to fall from grace. He knew it was possible to do, and had heard of angels having fallen for gaining various types of desires of their own. In truth, Hitoshi knew he had to play his cards accordingly and right. In his current state, he was no match to fight a Guardian right now should the goodie goodie show up at this moment. This also meant that if the Guardian did show up, he wasn’t in any position to protect Toga. Wild as Toga can be, she was definitely no match for a Guardian. Until he could feed off of you to gain enough strength, if he ever ran into the Angel, he’d have to use wit rather than brawn. Until then, he’d have to assess your relationship with the Guardian in the shadows without being detected.

“Hey, Tog, we really gotta get outta here. We’re sitting ducks in Guardian Angel tagged territory and I haven’t fed on her long enough to be at full power. So, if he shows up I can’t protect you.”

Toga’s cheeks puffed as her foot rapidly tapped on the ground after having gotten up from your bed.

“And just what are you implying, Shitsou?”

“Hey, hey, relax. Cool it with the names. Y’don’t gotta take any offensive swings at me like that. You know as well as I do that you have no chance of standing up to a Guardian Angel. Hell, even I stumble sometimes when fighting them. How do you think I got this one here?”

Toshi gestured to his face with a large hand towards his brow bone where a semi deep scar went through his eyebrow, just narrowly missing his eye. Toga winced and dropped the act.

“Ok, ok. You’re right. I’m just so used to everyone down in Tartarus making fun of my weakness and I hate it, I get defensive.”

“I get it. I don’t know why you insist on staying with those idiots down in the seventh layer. They’re so stuck up down there. You should come and hang out with us in the second layer.”

Hitoshi suggested as he opened up a portal back to The Underworld. They both passed through, their conversation carrying on as they left your apartment empty once more.

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