#marred by the studio it came from

[sabotourist]

Some thoughts on season 19

This is probably going to be one of the most personal things I ever post on social media. But I have some thoughts.

Sarge and Doc died. Doc wasn't even killed on-screen. Was barely even mentioned until the end. He died having only saved two people in his entire career as a medic. Sarge died, and Donut wasn't even there to see it happen.

Was he off grieving Doc? Was he just doing other stuff? I don't know. But he was gone.

Why was he actually gone? Probably for budget reasons. Time constraints. Studio trouble and issues with the engine or model or whatever else. Writing constraints that forced Donut and Doc into such secondary roles. Into dying off screen. Into not even being there when two people you care so much about die.

But like, how much of that was actually in the narrative's control? They had these limitations to write around, and it put these characters in situations where they couldn't be in narratively satisfying roles.

In some ways, it's the most brutal depiction of what life is like.

When I was 14, I lost touch with my best friend. I just didn't keep my phone on me often at the time. He died. I think, if he had lived, he would have gone on to do some absolutely amazing things. He didn't get to. He called me a couple days before it happened. I didn't see it.

Death isn't fair. But it's not the end.

I think, if the story had had more time, these characters could have had better roles. But life isn't always so kind. Death isn't always so kind. We lose people when we're not looking. We blink and people are gone.

Doc, Sarge, Church, and Tex are dead. Wash was in an institution again. Tucker just went through all that. Grif went back to earth.

That's... that's brutal. Why don't I hate it? On paper, I'd hate it.

I think it might be because it doesn't feel like a goodbye, or even the end. There are loose ends. A lot of them. There's so much pain there, so much healing and moving on to be done. Just because Grif went back to earth doesn't mean he and Simmons don't call all the time. Just because Donut wasn't here to maybe save Sarge doesn't mean he won't be there eventually.

Just because Doc only saved two people doesn't mean it didn't matter.

Life is brutal. Death is brutal. Shit happens. Shit that isn't fair. Whether it's people we love dying, or just studio drama fucking a show.

But... that doesn't mean it's the end.

Doesn't mean Simmons is going to be alone, doesn't mean Doc died for nothing, doesn't mean Sarge's sacrifice meant nothing, doesn't mean Wash or Tucker's lives are ruined, or that Caboose can't have a new best friend.

I like to imagine Donut taking up medical studies after this. Doc saved him. He's going to make damn sure that matters. Maybe Blood Gulch becomes something of a boot camp for some future loser rejects in need of a home that Simmons can guide.

Church, in all his forms, may be gone. But that doesn't mean they're going to be so quick to forget. Leave the past in the past. But still look back from time-to-time. It got you where you were.

Sometimes we pass memories down through stories. Sometimes, just in the choices we make throughout our lives.

But just... unfair things happened. To the show, and to the characters in it. To the people running it. My best friend died when he was 14. Monty Oum died in his prime. Life is tragic. But hey, it's not the end. It's just the start of something new.

Maybe it isn't perfect. Maybe it isn't ideal. Maybe it hurts. Maybe it'll never stop hurting. But it can still be beautiful. it still has meaning.

It may just be a silly show about Halo dudes, but it matters.

Tl;dr: Raven is stupidly sentimental right now

[crushpunky]

drew helps actress!reader during an interview

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

based on this ask. takes place during obx3 press, mar 2023. warning: panic attack/anxiety, overly self conscious/critical, mention of sex

It was the first of many interviews the cast had planned for the week to hype up to the release of OBX3. Unlike the past two seasons of Outer Banks where press was much smaller and via Zoom, interviews for this season were much more high profile and would be done in person… which really heightened the anxious churning in y/n’s stomach.

She found herself double checking every aspect of her look, the makeup highlighting her features, the pieces of hair framing her face, the way her clothes clung to her body. It wasn’t anything too crazy, natural makeup and a simple hairstyle partnered with a simple linen top and jeans. Y/n took in deep breaths as she walked to the studio, each click of her heels against the tile echoing in her ears. As she stepped onto the set, y/n’s eyes scanned over the various cameras and lights focused on the two chairs in front of the backdrop. Sitting in one of the chairs, long legs stretched out in front of him as he chatted with one of the production assistants, was Drew. As if he could sense her presence, his head turned to look at her, his eyes raking over her body before coming back to meet her eyes with a grin.

“Hey, baby.” Drew said, pushing himself out of his chair. He rose onto his feet, smoothing his hand from her shoulder down to the small of her back as he pressed a kiss to her temple. Y/n flashed Drew a little grin before she sank into her seat. Drew sat back in his seat, his hand brushing against her arm once more before moving to rest on his armrest. Though he would’ve preferred to keep his arm perched on the back of y/n’s chair or his fingers entwined with her own, for the sake of “professionalism” (whatever that meant) he opted to keep his hands to himself.

As the two of them settled into their seats, an excited young man came in with a pile of papers.

“Hello, hello!” The man grinned, offering his hand out to Drew before moving onto y/n. As he took y/n’s hand, he pressed a kiss to the top of her hand, which brought out a surprised chuckle from y/n’s lips. She glanced over at Drew, who quirked a brow as the interviewer sat in his seat. Y/n rested her hands in her lap, straightening her back into position with practiced precision. She fidgeted with her rings, spinning the metal around mindlessly as she tried her best to relax for the interview.

“It’s great to meet you guys, this is your first real interview for Outer Banks, is that correct?” The man said, crossing his legs as he looked between the two of them.

“Uh, yeah,” Drew said, casting a glance towards y/n as he spoke. “All of our other ones have been on Zoom. It’s nice to be in the same room as the person asking the questions.”

“Much more personal, right?” The interviewer smiled, looking at y/n expectantly.

“Yeah. Much more.” Y/n said. The interviewer continued to look at y/n, waiting for her to continue. Y/n stared back at him, unsure of what to say as she gave a small, anxious chuckle.

“Well, that’s good.” The interviewer said, clearing his throat. “With that being said, what was your personal favorite scene to shoot this season?”

“Ooh, so many to choose from.” Drew said, rubbing his hands along the curve of his jaw as he thought. Y/n looked over at him, her mind trying to remember a single scene that they had shot, but the nerves coursing through her making it feel impossible. However, once scene eventually did pop in her head. Feeling a need to fill the silence, she responded.

“Um, I liked the first scene in Guadeloupe.” Y/n said, nodding.

“What about it?” Drew said gently, encouraging her to relax and give a bit more.

“Um...” Y/n trailed off, the fidgeting in her head as she tried to focus.

What are you doing?! Y/n thought, her mouth feeling dry as no words came from her lips. Answer the question! Answer! Say something!

Drew’s eyes flicked from the nervous expression on y/n’s face down to where her hands sat in her lap. Sure enough, her fingers trembled as she fidgeted with her rings and the skin of her hands. Drew knew y/n was nervous for their interviews, but now she seemed especially anxious, bordering on panicked. 

Oh my god answer you idiot! What are you doing? Y/n inhaled sharply, her stomach churning.

Without another word, Drew reached over, placing his hand atop her fidgeting hands. His touch felt like a salve to a burn, a soothing feeling helping her wandering, panicked mind return to her body. Drew brushed his thumb gently across the top of her hands, the calluses of his hands a familiar, rough comfort on her skin. Y/n’s eyes flickered over to Drew, who gave her a gentle smile. A silent, reassuring gesture.

Suddenly, she remembered the beautiful, airy bedroom they shot the scenes in Guadeloupe. The weather was perfect, the atmosphere was comfortable, and the moment was a very heartfelt one in Rafe and Caroline’s relationship.

“It was such a beautiful set and the scene was just so… romantic. It was almost picturesque, how visually stunning and touching it was as a moment in Rafe and Caroline’s relationship.” Y/n’s fingers brushed against Drew’s hand as she finished speaking with an exhale.

“It really was a beautiful yet simple scene. Just two people who obviously have a lot of love for eachother, but maybe just sort of different perceptions of what they need to do to show the other that love.” Drew nodded, his eyes watching y/n carefully. “Rafe feels like he constantly needs to prove himself to sort of keep this love, whether through like sex or money, but Caroline has a much more…”

“She has a much more ‘true’ sense, I feel.” Y/n continued. “She knows that love— especially her love— isn’t something that needs to constantly be earned or proved. She loves Rafe for who he is, she just wants him to be the best version of himself for himself, not for her. She doesn’t need all the other things, just him.”

“Wonderfully said.” The interviewer grinned, turning back to his notes. Y/n glanced over at Drew, who squeezed her hand lightly with a proud smile. His comforting, supportive presence helped to alleviate the worries coursing through her mind because, as long Drew was there with her, she would be alright.

[solxamber]

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Submissions are now closed! Thanks for participating <3

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞

Choose a character

Choose the type of relationship (Platonic or Romantic)

Choose a song! Or a specific line from a song!

Please make sure to leave the artist name or a link to the song!

𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞

[Riddle, Romantic, "Gemini" by TROY] OR

[Rollo, Romantic, "Whenever you're near, I feel like I can't breathe" (Gemini by TROY)]

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

Event submissions will be open for 2 days. Submissions close on the 2nd of February 2025. (1:30 a.m. UTC +4)

No Angst without comfort, No Hurt No Comfort, They'll all have happy endings.

I'll write based on the lyrics and/or the vibe of the song.

No language limits, the song can be in any language.

If I get the same character with the same song multiple times, I'll write it only once.

Playlist with all the songs: Link

Fics

Valentine's Special! Giving them Chocolates

1. Ace, Romantic, Jenny by Studio Killers

2. Idia, Romantic, Absolutely Smitten by Dodie

3. Floyd, Romantic, Obsessed by Sophie Powers (Suggestive)

4. Rook, Romantic, Love Story by Indila

5. Vil, Romantic, Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Ray

6. Silver, Romantic, Yuusha by Yoasobi

7. Leona, Romantic, September by James Arthur

8. Malleus, Platonic, Fireflies never came by Harumaki Gohan

9. Lilia, Romantic, Lovesong by The Cure

10. Trey, Romantic, Casual by Chappell Roan (Suggestive)

11. Jade, Romantic, Suffering by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

12. Ace, Romantic, Always by I Fight Dragons

13. Azul, Romantic, Sleepless by Dutch Melrose

14. Deuce, Romantic, Again by Noah Cyrus

15. Riddle, Romantic, No Name Yet by Double Face

16. Vil, Romantic, Guilty as Sin by Taylor Swift

17. Neige, Romantic, Strawberry Mentos by Leanna Firestone

18. Leona, Romantic, Waiting on the Sun by Citizen Soldier

19. Ace, Romantic, 30 Second Love Story by Peggy

20. Leona, Romantic, We're Still Underground by Eve

21. Vil, Romantic, By Birthright by glaive

22. Leona, Romantic, Shivers by Ed Sheeran

23. Cater, Romantic, APT. by ROSÉ and Bruno Mars

24. Lilia, Romantic, Carrousel by Amir

25. Malleus, Romantic, Loving You Keeps Me Alive by Frank Wildhorn

26. Riddle, Romantic, Chai Tea by audrey

27. Ruggie, Romantic, Heartbreak Girl by 5 Seconds of Summer

28. Jamil, Romantic, Stupid in Love by MAX

29. Ace, Romantic, Orion Shining Above the Skies at Noon by Bank of Innovation

30. Azul, Romantic, My Sweetest Love by The Cat's Whiskers

31. Jamil, Romantic, Dazed & Confused by Glen Check

32. Malleus, Romantic, Treehouse by Alex G

33. Rollo, Romantic, Bewitched by Laufey

34. Deuce, Romantic, I Like Me Better by Lauv

35. Silver, Romantic, A Night to Remember by Laufey, Beabadoobee

36. Malleus, Romantic, Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis

37. Leona, Romantic, Homesick by MICO

38. Ace, Romantic, True Colors by Anna Kendrick, Justin Timberlake

39. Malleus, Romantic, La Da Dee by Cody Simpson

40. Ruggie, Romantic, Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan

41. Rook, Romantic, I bet on losing dogs by Mitski

42. Lilia, Romantic, Love wins all by IU

43. Floyd, Romantic, Burn Wild by ROZES, Young Bombs

44. Idia, Romantic, Ordinary by Alex Warren

45. Lilia, Romantic, BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish

46. Vil, Romantic, K.O. by Haiden Henderson

47. Jade, Romantic, 18 by One Direction

48. Jamil, Romantic, Stephanie by Nafeesisboujee

[georgeclarkeys]

in your love - chrismd

summary: you and chris are so in love it is almost sickening, here is a glimpse into your domestic life - 1k words

this is this fic that i wrote after allegedly drinking three margs

if it sucks it's the tequilas fault not mine

i was inspired to write this by tyler childers (specifically the song that is also the title of this story) so i added some of his lyrics at the beginning

hope y'all don't hate it!

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We were never made to run forever We were just meant to go long enough To find what we were chasin' after I believe I found it here in your love

Chris was never meant to be the love of your life. He came into your life like a flash of lightning, utterly electrifying. You met the young YouTube star through Talia Mar, who had been your friend for several years, and was dating a close friend of his. Chris thought the idea of love at first sight was absolutely ridiculous, but you sure did take his breath away. He spent months pining after you. He would bring you flowers, sneak glances at you, and constantly look for excuses to occupy the same spaces as you. It seemed like a lifetime since he had charmed you into a first date, but the two of you never looked back. Chris was so easy to love. He treated you with respect, provided for you, and showed you love in everything he did.

Now, as you stood in the kitchen of your shared home with a diamond engagement ring on your finger, you had more love for Chris than you thought possible. You had learned all of his quirks, gone through hard times, and had your fair share of road bumps, but you loved him more than ever. 

He had been gone all morning, mentioning something about a big shoot that would last until the late afternoon. The house always felt emptier without Chris, but you had made the most of your day alone. He worked tirelessly to provide a comfortable life for the two of you, even to the point that you were able to quit your job and stay at home full time. You spent some days planning a wedding, but you thanked your fiancé by being the best homemaker you could be. Your home was your safe space, it was the one place that belonged solely to you and Chris, so you wanted to make it as perfect as possible. While he was in the studio or working with his team, you worked on your safe space. 

Today in particular, you were finding your joy through cooking. You were sure Chris would be cold after working on the football pitch all day in the chilly English air, so you threw together a pot of stew that had been simmering on the stove all day. You were kneading a fresh loaf of bread when Chris stumbled through the door, hair messy and hands cold from the brisk wind. 

“What’s going on in here?” He asked, coming behind you and folding his arms around your waist as you continued to work the bread dough.

You smiled and leaned back into his chest, “trying to make us some bread to go with the stew I made earlier.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and let go of your waist to lift the lid off of the pot on the stove, “looks incredible, I’ll go wash up and come help.”

One of your favorite things about Chris was the way he always found time to help you. He was the sole breadwinner of your household, which allowed you to stay home, but he never treated you like a maid or a personal chef; the two of you were a team. If you cooked dinner, he would wash the dishes. If you washed and dried the laundry, he would fold it and put it away. The two of you worked in perfect sync, like you were made for each other.

When Chris returned the two of you did more laughing and dancing around the kitchen than working on dinner, but neither of you would have changed a thing. The way his eyes sparkled when you laughed could rival the stars in the sky. You were his rock, the light of his life, and he wished he could spend every single day dancing around the kitchen with you. 

By the time dinner was over, cleaned up and put away, the two of you had migrated onto the couch. There was a movie playing carelessly in the background, but the two of you were too wrapped up in each other to notice. Your legs were draped across his lap, and one of your hands had found its way into his blond curls. His hands rested on your thighs and his head was turned towards you, leaving only a few inches between your faces. There was nothing overly sexual about the closeness, instead it was quietly intimate. The feeling of Chris’s touch provided you with a comfort that nothing else could even begin to compare to. You were softly chatting about your wedding, which was approaching quickly. Chris was murmuring concerns about what would happen if a few of his friends somehow got a hold of the microphone, and the horrifyingly embarrassing stories they would tell about him. You were half heartedly listening to him, finding yourself lost in the blue of his eyes. Your attention was grabbed when he spoke your name.

“Are you even listening to me? He breathed out a laugh, “I’m talking about how Harry could humiliate me at our wedding and you’re just staring at me like you want me to kiss you.” 

You blushed and giggled at him, “Guilty as charged.”

He smirked at you and narrowed his eyes, “Well, who am I to deny the lady what she wants?”

He cupped your face with one hand and pulled you towards him, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. The two of you had been together for years and he still managed to take your breath away. He began to pull away from you, but you grabbed the front of his shirt to stop him.

“Do that again,” you whispered against his lips.

Chris didn’t hesitate to reconnect your lips, grinning through the pecks. His hands pulled you fully into his lap before finding their place at your hips. The two of you moved in sync through the kisses, just as you did in every other aspect of your lives. There was nowhere else you would rather be. Nothing that anyone could ever offer you would turn your head away from Chris and this dreamy life that you had created together. He was your home, and you were his. You had everything you ever wanted, right there, in his love.

☾ ⋆*���ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ - later that evening

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[toriaaniin]

Part III - Strategic Separation

In the wake of a year filled with whispers, photo ops, and carefully curated distance, one question keeps resurfacing: why the separation?

Not just physical separation, though we’ve certainly seen less of Luke and Nicola in the same frame. We’re talking strategic separation. One that feels deliberate. One that seems designed.

It’s not hard to notice that the Luke and Nicola of the World Tour — all shared laughter, soft glances, mirroring movements, and resonance so thick it nearly buzzed through our phones' screens — have given way to something more subdued. And it isn’t just the natural ebb and flow of a press cycle.

There’s space now. A carefully curated space. And from a branding perspective? It makes sense.

Building Individual Identities

After the World Tour — where Luke and Nicola radiated joy, emotional synchronicity, and an unmistakable intimacy — the public naturally began to see them as a unit. The chemistry was real. The affection was visible. And for many fans, it became impossible not to believe that what they were seeing went beyond promotional performance. It wasn't about Polin anymore — it was about Luke and Nicola.

But in the professional world of casting directors, studios, and brand partnerships — being seen as part of a unit can be limiting. Especially when I'm sure Luke and Nicola want to be considered for a wide range of roles, across different genres, with different emotional tones.

Enter the strategy: controlled separation.

Luke and Nicola may not be appearing together as often — but the divergence in their visibility has been striking. Since mid-2024, Nicola has been a whirlwind of professional success: major award nominations and wins, leading brand campaigns, a new agency signing, and standout solo appearances across film, TV, fashion, and activism. Luke, in contrast, has appeared sporadically — attending a few fashion events, filming White Mars, and releasing the occasional editorial photo shoot or aesthetic carousel post. While his content leans into stylized masculinity and carefully managed visuals, it’s Nicola whose work has truly spoken for itself. The space between them hasn’t just been curated — it’s been lived.

The Emotional Cost of Distance

But if it’s a strategy, it’s one with consequences. Especially for a fandom that became invested in them — not just their characters.

When you build something on resonance, on mutual affection, and on shared light, pulling that back creates confusion. Disappointment. Even grief. Many fans have felt that withdrawal acutely (I certainly have), and it’s no wonder why: we weren’t just watching two co-stars promote a show. We were witnessing connection.

And then came the SAG Awards.

February 23, 2025. For a brief moment, the curtain lifted. Luke and Nicola reunited on the red carpet, in video interviews, and in photos — and the spark, the ease, the undeniable chemistry was not just present; it was stronger than ever. Their body language, micro-interactions, and mutual glow reminded fans exactly why we'd believed in the first place. It wasn’t nostalgia — it was confirmation. And for many, it felt like coming home. How could a bond that palpable vanish so quickly?

It didn’t. But what followed was telling.

In the weeks after SAGs, the narrative shifted hard. Antonia's presence was amplified. Jake appeared more consistently in Nicola’s orbit. What had been a quiet effort to curate space now became a full-force campaign of diversion. If SAGs gave fans hope, the immediate pivot gave us whiplash.

Antonia, who seemed all but gone in the second half of 2024, reappeared suddenly — styled (on an apparent budget) and positioned like a partner, but somehow still peripheral. Their appearances feel choreographed, heavy with performance, and lacking in spontaneity. For a supposed real-life romance, it reads more like narrative filler than it does organic connection.

Jake’s presence, too, plays into the illusion of separation — his role seems ambiguous, shifting between friend, companion and platonic protector. He’s appeared alongside Nicola at multiple events: a music festival, a few movie premieres (one in NYC), the red carpet & BAFTA Nominee' party as her plus-one, even the Canneseries the other week (as an assistant?). The consistency of his presence — and the neutrality of his energy — seems less about romance and more about optics.

Together, these choices reinforce distance. They anchor the illusion that Luke and Nicola are moving on, apart, individually. But to longtime observers like us, the contrast is stark. The ease between Luke and Nicola has been replaced by a very deliberate lack of shared public presence — no photos at shared events, no joint interviews, and with the exception of that one moment caught on camera where Luke leans down to speak with Nicola in the BAFTA theatre, no casual moments caught by fans. Every appearance, every frame, every post now seems to reinforce the idea that these two no longer exist in the same narrative. It’s not just distance; it’s engineered absence.

It doesn’t just feel like a pivot. It feels like erasure. And fans feel it deeply.

When the Distance Protects Something

Still, what if the space isn’t a loss, but a shield?

There’s a version of this story where the space between Luke and Nicola isn’t about ending something — but protecting something. Where Antonia and Jake aren’t romantic players, but camouflage. Where the very lack of interaction between Luke and Nicola is the clearest indicator that the stakes are higher than we thought.

If they are together — emotionally, romantically, or even as co-parents — then they’d need space. Real space. Space to let the dust settle, to raise a child out of the spotlight, to move forward without having to perform for a fandom constantly hungry for proof.

This isn’t about denial or confirmation. It’s about looking at the shape of what we see — and noticing the negative space just as much as the presence.

The same Luke who bent his knees to greet Nicola in a hug at SAGs is still there.

Maybe we’re not meant to see Luke right now. To see their connection. And maybe… that’s the point.

But with distance comes a different kind of question — one fans have been whispering louder with each carefully curated image:

When the warmth seemingly disappears and the connection fades from view… how far does the performance go?

In my next post, we'll take a closer look at the optics — the cold moments, the strategic silence, and what happens when the man once celebrated for his heart now appears to be holding it back.

Aaniin Xxx

P.S. Find a listing of this blog post series along with short summaries of each - including those not yet published - here:

[bambikisss]

To make an album: K. HongJoong

(Bambi's ver!) Producer bf HJ X Famous singer reader

'To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer'

📙: You have been on the rise since your debut album almost 4 years ago. Now, your millions of fans are demanding a full album from you and the company is on you about finishing it before the deadline, giving you one big choice: who will produce your album?

⚠ : Unprotected sex (always wrap it up and keep it safe), Mentions of past poor producers, Sex in the studio, Multiple rounds, recording sex, car sex, use of handcuffs (reader), L bomb, use of mirror, Spanking, HJ calls reader names (baby girl, slut, puppy, baby), Slight Dumbification, slight degradation, pussy obsessed HJ, basically smut with barely plot, Producer HJ (whole warning)

🎶: Mushroom Chocolate - Quin ft 6lack, Lil Freak - Usher, Take Me -Miso, Gorilla - Bruno Mars

Bambi's notes: SO what happened was that I got carried away because producer HJ is a version of him I will NEVER get over lol. Smut with semi plot, not really.

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'Y/N L/N is set to release her long awaited full album in two months. Fans have been waiting for a full album from her since her debut almost 4 years ago. What kind of sound do you think she'll go for? Please let us know via social media at-'

"Alexa, turn this off." You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through your large apartment, your feet padding against the floor as you entered the kitchen. It was far too early to hear anyone talk about you, even if it was positive.

You raised to the tips of your toes as you grabbed your coffee bag from the cabinet, the dim morning light lighting the kitchen for you as you began to make your morning coffee. You had a long day in the studio ahead of you and knew you couldn't get by without any sort of caffeine.

You were at the top of your career after debuting 4 years ago. You had gained millions of fans and had put out award-winning singles and mini-albums. You even went on a sold-out tour a couple of months back.

However, while you were more than content with your singles and mini-albums, your fans had been getting vocal about wanting a full album from you, just like when you first came onto the music scene. You had put it off for as long as you could, not finding the process of making the full album interesting enough to hold your full attention. Plus, the producer who produced your debut album was an asshole, which made you unwilling to make another one. But, the company was now placing their foots down, not releasing any more of your music until you presented them with a full album.

You jumped lightly as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back to rest against his chest. You relaxed at the feeling of his lips pressed against your cheek, a small hum leaving his lips as you rubbed his arms. You tilted your head back to admire the man who held you close, his dark brown hair still a mess from sleep. His eyes scanned your face as if you were a piece of art, the corners of his lips curling up as you smiled back at him. It felt like such a sweet moment between you and him, forgetting all about your problems.

"Did you make enough coffee for the two of us?" HongJoong's deep, sleep-laced voice made your smile grow as you loved how he sounded when he just woke up. You nodded, leaning forward to check the pot before turning around in his arms to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed a sweet kiss onto your forehead, his hands resting on your hips as he did so. "Good. How's the last 4 tracks of your album coming along?"

You frowned as he mentioned your album, placing a kiss on his lips as you tried to shut him up about it. It was bad enough that all the fans and the company were constantly asking you about it, you didn't want your boyfriend to ask you about it too, especially before your coffee.

HongJoong only chuckled at your attempt to silence him, pulling back to look down at you with knowing eyes. He knew you'd rather forget about it, but he wanted to help, especially since the company had their eyes on you. "Baby, you can't just kiss me whenever you want to shut me up, you know?" He laughed.

"I wasn't trying to shut you up, but I don't wanna talk about the album right now, baby." You smiled, moving to lean against the counter as HongJoong moved to grab you and him a mug for the coffee. He chuckled again, filling your mug with caffeine before sliding it over to you, a smile on his lips as he said "But we should talk about it, especially with that deadline you have coming up."

You took a sip of your coffee as he returned to stand in front of you, leaning against the opposite counter with a comforting smile. HongJoong knew about your past producer who treated you poorly when you were putting out your debut album. He had met you right afterward, so he understood when you didn't want anything to do with him unless it had to do with music. But, as time went on, you and him grew closer. Now you two had been dating for 2 years.

"Y/N, baby." HongJoong tilted his head to meet your gaze, offering you a comforting smile as he took a sip of his coffee before standing back up straight. Only when he is sure that he has your full attention does he ask "Did you find a producer yet?"

You hadn't. You had been writing and recording demos all by yourself, choosing to put off picking a producer till the very last second. You didn't know any other producers you trusted with a project like this. You shook your head, meeting your boyfriend's eyes over your coffee cup as you said "I'll probably just take whoever the company assigns to me to produce this."

To your surprise, HongJoong's eyes lit up at your words before he said "Well, let me produce it."

You narrowed your eyes over the mug of coffee at your boyfriend, trying to see what he meant by that. At your sharp and questioning gaze, he placed his mug down on the counter before saying "I'll produce your album." You and HongJoong had only worked on two other songs together, those two songs doing well on the charts and even winning awards. However, you wanted to keep your relationship and your music separate, but HongJoong wasn't having that. He placed his hands on your waist, a small pout on his lips as he asked "do you not have faith in me and my skills? I know what it takes to make a good album, you know."

"What do you need, HongJoong?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as your boyfriend smirked, his hands moving to your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of the large t-shirt you slipped on after your many rounds with him last night. His fingers slowly dragged up the sides of your thighs, small goosebumps being left in his wake as it moved underneath your shirt, cupping your ass as he spoke with confidence ''To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer''

You were no longer paying attention to his words, his lips grazing yours as he placed a small kiss onto the corners of your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he pressed his chest against your folded arms. HongJoong lips dragged against your cheek to your ear, his hands moving up the small of your back as he spoke into your ear "plus, think of all the fun things we can do in the studio. I know you like riding me while I produce"

You bit your lip at the memory of you riding him in his studio while he tried to focus on producing: you had been missing him while on tour and was on break for a week when the company asked him to produce a song for Yunho. You had been begging him to just take an hour's break and come home to fuck you, but he was very insistent on finishing the song that night. He responded to your needy texts with a simple "If you want me that badly, you better come and get it."

"You were so wet for me, babe" You shivered as he placed a kiss onto your neck, his hands now moving back down to your ass, his finger dipping underneath the panty fabric to tease you before he whispered again "I remember that I had to cover your mouth while I bent you over my keyboard because you were so goddam loud, moaning and whining like a bitch in heat."

"HongJoong" you whispered, the desire in the air making you forget what the conversation was even about. You closed your eyes as your panties snapped back against you, his hands soon moving to grab the sides, teasing you by pulling them down slightly before snapping the fabric back against you. HongJoong smirked at the sight in front of him, his cock pressing against his thin boxers as he repeated his process a few more times till your hands were gripping the countertops. He had you right where he wanted you.

You closed your eyes as he leaned in close to your lips, hoping he would take mercy on you and just kiss you. You were soon filled with disappointment as his hands left your body, opening your eyes to see his proud orbs. He placed one of his hands underneath your jaw, making sure you kept your eyes on him as he said "just think about it, baby."

You sighed silently as he let go of your chin, grabbing his coffee cup before walking away to begin getting ready for his day. You took a deep breath, hoping to calm down as you looked outside your apartment windows. You pressed your legs together as you felt your wetness pool in your panties, your boyfriend's touch having lingering effects on you.

You thought about ambushing him while he showered, but your phone buzzed with a text from your manager, letting you know that she was on her way to pick you up and take you to the company so you could work on your album. You bit your lip, realizing that you had an hour to go get ready.

Today was going to be a long day.

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"No, he called me a bitch for not wanting too much autotune in my songs"

Your manager ran a hand through her hair as you denied another producer, sitting across from you in the meeting room at your company. She had a whole stack of worthy candidates to produce the album that you had worked with in the past, but you turned them all down. You had bad experiences with all of them that you didn't want to think about when you were working on an anticipated album.

Your manager called for a break so she could find another list of possible producers, sighing as you shot out of your seat and made your way to the doors. She called out to you before you could leave, a motherly look on her face as she said "Y/N, you have to let someone produce this album. You can't keep putting this off."

You nodded, walking out of the room silently. She was right, you couldn't keep putting it off, but you didn't want just anybody touching your tracks.

You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through the long hallway, looking for a practice room for you to record another song you had written. Maybe you could release an album full of demos?

Before you could enter the room, your eyes fell onto your boyfriend's studio down the hall. His door was covered in stickers that his visitors had placed there when they worked with him. The familiar feeling from this morning returned as you made your way to his studio, hoping to just get a glimpse of your boyfriend. You carefully opened his office to see him working on a track, his headphones snug on his head.

You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend producing, bouncing his head to the beat of the music while his fingers added to it. He was in his element and you found it incredibly sexy. You bit your lip as you closed the door behind you, making your way to him carefully as he continued to produce, not noticing you till you placed your hands onto his shoulders. His eyes glanced over at your manicured nails, smirking when he realized it was you.

He let your hands drag up his shoulders and neck, carefully taking off his headphones as he saved the track, knowing that he wouldn't be getting back to it for a while. He turned his chair around, looking up at you as you moved to his lap, both of you sighing as your warm, clothed pussy pressed against his clothed cock. He watched as you began to grind down against it, craving any sort of friction you could get. He gently grabbed your hips, helping you as he placed kisses along your neck.

"Did you think about what I said this morning?" He hummed against your neck, his tongue peaking out to lick your sweet spot, making you purr out "Hmm, what did you say this morning."

Your words were met with a bite from him, tsking as he pulled back to look at you, his hips meeting yours as you both ground against each other on his chair. "Don't tell me you didn't pay attention to me, baby. Or, were you distracted by something?" He played with you as he looked up at you, chuckling at your already fucked out looking state. He gently patted your cheek, licking his lips as he asked "Were you distracted, baby?"

At your nod, he let out a soft "aww," his voice laced with faux care as he unbuttoned your jeans, leaning down to place a kiss on your stomach as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. "I'm sorry baby, I'll make sure not to touch you when I'm talking to you"

You knew he wasn't really sorry, your hands running through his hair as his hands slid into the back of your jeans, pushing them down as much as he could. HongJoong loved it when you got distracted by his touch, loving the sight of you trying to remember what he was talking about while he picked you up from his lap, smirking at the wet patch that was on his own jeans.

"I was talking to you about me producing your album, baby," he said, unbuttoning his jeans as you took off your jeans and shirt, now standing before him in nothing but a thin thong and bra. You let out a playful "Oh? Were we really?" as you turned around, bending over as you pulled down your panties. You made a show out of it, smirking when you heard your boyfriend's breath hitch. You bit your lip as his hands made contact with your ass, his hands massaging the globes of your ass before he stood behind you, his cock slipping in between your thighs, making you moan softly.

"Yes, we were talking about me producing it. You need to learn to focus, babe." He hummed, pressing a kiss to the bottom of your neck while his hands moved up your sides slowly to your hair, his fingers making a ponytail out of your hair. Once he was satisfied, he kicked your legs apart further, making you lean forward to place your hands onto the couch he had in his studio as he spit down onto his cock, his spit coating the head of his thick cock before slowly pushing into you.

"Oooh, that's it baby" he groaned deeply, closing his eyes as your wet pussy welcomed him back in warmly. HongJoong couldn't get enough of your pussy, always wanting to be balls deep in you whenever he could be, even if you two of you weren't fucking. He swore he felt his brain turn off as he began to fuck you, his eyes shut tightly as fucked you. You gripped the couch as he fucked you, his cock stretching you out perfectly as you moaned into the couch. At the sound of your muffled moans, he pulled on your hair, tugging you so your back was arched, your head no longer on the couch as he drilled his cock into you.

You tried to keep quiet as he praised you through your moans, even lifting one of his legs to the couch so he could drill his cock deeper into you at an angle. He had you seeing stars in no time, panting out his name and moaning as he fucked you.

HongJoong soon pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of his cock and back your ass up to where you thought he was. You were met with a hard spank to your ass, making you moan as your boyfriend dropped to his knees behind you, kissing your puffy pussy before whispering "hush baby, lemme taste you, then you can ride my cock till I fill you up."

You moaned at the thought, your moans only growing as HongJoong's tongue licked your pussy, flattening his tongue against you before sucking on your lips. You reached behind you to grab his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy as his hands gripped the flesh of your ass, spreading you for him to eat you.

One of the things you loved about him was how loud HongJoong got when he ate you out: you could vividly hear every time he sucked, licked, and spat back into your pussy. You bit your lip as he moaned lewdly into your pussy, his secret desires and your praises being moaned into your wet pussy, the vibrations making you shake. After one long lick, he pulled back, helping you to stand up (more like he held you while you leaned against his body) before leading you to his chair, sitting down on it before he pulled you down onto his lap.

You instantly knew what to do, sinking down on his cock with a pleasure-filled sigh. You began to grind down as his hands returned to your hips, guiding your hips to spell whatever he wanted. "You still haven't answered me, princess, come on." Your eyes snapped to meet his dark ones, your bottom lip quivering as you tried to remember what the hell he was talking about.

HongJoong tsked at your fuzzy memory, shaking his head before saying "I know you're in heat, baby, but you should at least be able to remember what I just said. Don't tell me my cock is stopping you from thinking." He leaned forward, biting your shaking bottom lip as he began to fuck up into you, pulling back as you moaned loudly, tossing your head back as he clicked his tongue. He suddenly stopped, smirking when you began to whine and try to move again, his grip on your hips tightening, warning you. "Look at me, baby, meet my eyes."

You did as you were told, his head falling back against the head of his chair as he opened his legs a little wider to make it more comfortable and to firmly plant his feet against the floor. "Tell me, baby, what were we talking about?"

Your brain once more short-circuited as his thumb began to rub small circles on your clit as your thought, your boyfriend's lips soon wrapping around your nipple as you stumbled out "You producing my album?"

"There we go, baby" HongJoong praised, helping you resume riding him as he fucked up into you. He watched as your face contorted to show pleasure, your head now tossed back as you eagerly rode his cock, making him moan. "That's my smart baby, huh? She may be a slut in heat, but she knows what's important, right?"

"Yes, yes" you moaned, HongJoong lips returning to your nipple with a soft "good girl." You let his words motivate you to move faster, no longer even registering that you were in his studio in the company with an album that was due soon. Nothing else mattered when he fucked you so well.

"Hmm, so what about what I said this morning, baby? Are you going to make the right decision and let me produce your album?" He hummed against your breasts as he moved faster, watching as you bounced faster to match him. He could tell you were about to cum and that he was getting close too, his own moans growing to match yours. It made him glad he soundproofed his studio that morning.

You nodded at his words, desperate to agree to whatever he wanted so you could cum, his lips crashing into yours as you both came. You held him close as you both kissed, your tongues locking in the kiss as you both ground against each other, both of your cum mixing and leaking out of you onto his cock, balls, and even a bit on the chair. Once you both had calmed down, you placed your head onto his shoulder as you took a deep breath, your eyes closed as HongJoong turned the chair around to face his setup, his hands running through your hair as he whispered "Whenever you're ready, baby, we can get started recording the tracks. We got an album to make."

Yes, the two of you did.

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"Looks like you found your main producer, huh?"

You smiled as you held your glass of champagne, turning to look at your boyfriend. HongJoong was across the party with his own glass of champagne, his custom-fitted dark purple velvet suit against his body while his freshly bleached hair was styled perfectly. He was talking to someone else, but with the feeling of your eyes on him, he suddenly made eye contact with him.

Throughout the whole album-producing process with him, you both had not been able to keep each other's hands off each other, fucking multiple times all around his studio.

"Yes, I did." Your eyes drank in the way HongJoong leaned against the wall, his eyes doing the same as walked around that night. HongJoong couldn't wait till the two of you got home, excited to rip off your short, dark purple dress that hugged your body perfectly. His eyes moved up your legs and thighs, his body heating up knowing what was between your thighs. He felt like he could pounce on you at any minute, not caring if everyone watched as he fucked you on the table. In fact, that was on his bucket list.

"Baby?" You turned around to see HongJoong now behind you, his lips still puffy from the make-out session you two had in the hallway 30 minutes ago. "I think it's time we go, Y/N. The party is winding down and I have another surprise for you at the apartment." A surprised "Oh really?" left your lips at his words, not expecting him to have a surprise for you waiting at the house. Before you could try and ask for hints, HongJoong's hand interlocked with yours, pulling you from the party. You tried your best to keep up with his fast walk as he walked outside, unlocking the car you and he shared before he opened the back door. You looked at it with confusion, HongJoong's only response being "Get in the backseat, baby. It'll all make sense later."

You sat in the backseat as he climbed in the front seat, the car ride silent as he sped home. You bit your lip as your eyes fell on your boyfriend's hands as they gripped the steering wheel, his veins popping out from how tightly he was holding it. Your eyes moved from his hands up his body, noticing how fast his chest was rising and falling. Your eyes soon looked into the rearview mirror, meeting HongJoong's hard gaze. You hadn't noticed that he was looking at you throughout the car ride, biting your lip as you spread your legs, giving the mirror and your boyfriend a perfect view of your soaked panties.

When HongJoong glanced into the mirror once again and saw your new position, he swore he almost pulled over right then and there. He smirked, glad to see that you were just as horny as he was for you. He reached back to touch your knee as his other hand stayed on the wheel. His eyes never left the road, but his voice let you know that he was still watching you.

"Why don't you run a pretty finger up your panties for me, baby? Tell me how wet you are for me" You did as you were told, dragging your fingers up your clothed pussy, shivering at how your panties stuck to you. "You're so wet, aren't you baby? Just a few more minutes, then we'll be back home. I'll take good care of you, I promise, just keep yourself wet for me."

You nodded, feeling a jolt of excitement rush through you at what was about to happen.

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"Joong, please" You closed your eyes as HongJoong ripped open the door to the car, his knees meeting the floor of the car in an instant at the sound of your voice. HongJoong has made you touch yourself over your panties constantly, not letting you give yourself any relief. He parked in a spot in the parking garage that was hidden from everyone else and from the security camera, making sure that no one could interrupt you two. He closed the doors behind him as he cooed at you, promising to ease your pussy's ache as he placed kisses along your inner thighs, moving closer to you.

He soon hooked his fingers into your ruined panties, tugging down the fabric. He had to pause when he saw a string of your arousal connect with the panties, making him look away to ensure that he didn't cum in his pants. He wanted you to have all of his cum, not wanting to waste a drop.

He finished removing your panties, placing the fabric into his pocket before he took in a shaky breath; it wasn't out of nerves, but to control himself. He spread your legs as wide as they could go, biting his lip at the view of your spread pussy. "Such a wet and naughty pussy. Did you want me as much as I wanted it, baby?" You nodded as he leaned in, licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy. Both of your loud moans mixed in the car as he repeated his motion, slurping up any more wetness that leaked from you with urgency.

HongJoong soon sped up, his licks moving faster as he pushed a finger into you, curling it as his tongue played with your clit. He loved watching how you rode his tongue and fingers when he ate you out, wanting more of him as he drowned in your pussy. He licked up his wrist, catching more juices before his tongue replaced his fingers, making your hands rush into his blonde hair, your back arching against the car seat as you came and squirted. HongJoong moaned loudly, cussing as he cleaned you up. You lay limp against the seat as he finally pulled back from your pussy, moving up the seat to stand in front of you.

"Talk to me, baby. Let me know you're still here with me" he cupped your face as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing along your cheeks as he waited for you to come down. When you finally nodded, he smiled before pressing a small kiss to your forehead. "There you are, baby. You came so much for me."

You smiled at his praise, reaching for his cock that was now pressing against his velvet pants, HongJoong's hand gently grasping your wrist to stop you. "Not right now, baby, not in here. Lemme move the car closer to the elevator and take you up to the apartment." You pouted as he got out of the car to move to the front seat, meeting your eyes in the mirror as he said "trust me, baby."

You trusted him as he moved the car to park in front of one of the elevators before helping you inside. When you both finally made it inside the apartment, you had to pause at the doorway.

The apartment was decorated with tons of flowers and heart balloons, led candles were lit all around the place. It looked so romantic. You turned to HongJoong as he locked the front door and removed his shoes, an obvious smile on his face as he walked past you. "Did you do all of this, Joong?" You followed him into the living room, smiling as he finally faced you with a smile on his face. "Of course I did. My girlfriend put out an album despite not choosing me two weeks before it was due" You rolled your eyes playfully as he pulled you close to him, smiling as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "But, I did this to show how proud of you I am, Y/N. I mean that."

You smiled as he kissed you again, the kiss this time sweet as you cupped the back of his neck as he began to lead you down the hallway, stumbling with you into walls. When you both finally reached the bedroom, the kiss had intensified to the point where your tongues were caressing each other. HongJoong pressed you roughly against the door, his hands moving around your body before he ripped down the front of your dress, shoving his face in between your tits as he picked you up. You moaned his name as he carried you to the bed, laying you down on it with ease before he pulled back, standing up.

For the first time that evening, you saw HongJoong's desire in his eyes fully. He looked at you as he began to unbutton his suit, commanding you to watch when you tried to move closer. His eyes drunk in your sprawled-out body on the bed before he removed his jacket, making his way into the closet that was adjacent to the bed. You kicked your heels off as you watched HongJoong toss the velvet jacket onto the floor carelessly before he roughly separated some hanging clothes. He leaned into the clearing he made before he took out a dark blue box that was covered in stickers and had a ribbon on it.

That dark blue box was your and HongJoong's sex box. HongJoong called it 'Joong's box', a play on Pandora's box. Inside the box contained anything either one of you had bought to use during sex, having decorated the box so if anyone saw it, they wouldn't think anything of it.

When HongJoong turned to exit the closet, the two of you made eye contact for a brief moment, and you felt your body shiver. He looked so far gone, not even recognizing the depth of desire he had for you. He gently removed the ribbon as he approached the bed, his thumb flicking off the top of the box as he stood in front of you. He smirked as he looked through the box, picking what he wanted to use on you tonight before he placed the box down onto the nightstand.

He moved you to your knees, allowing your hands to run up and down the fabric of his pants before you began to unbutton his pants, eager to get a taste of him as he fiddled with the box. As you pushed his pants down his thighs, your eyes zeroed in on his cock as HongJoong soon pulled out something from the box, placing them on the bed before he moved to grab the box top. You took the opportunity while he put the box back to see what he took out, moaning softly at what he picked out.

Sitting on the bed next to you was a black cannon camera and a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs. You bit your lip as he returned, picking up the camera to inspect it. "I think there's enough memory in here for tonight, don't you baby? I mean, we are celebrating."

You watched as he positioned the camera on the nightstand to get the perfect angle of you and him before pressing record, leaning down to give you also a sweet kiss. His lips gently rolled with yours as he kissed you, taking all the air from your lungs as he held the back of your neck, keeping you in the kiss. His hands slowly moved down the back of your dress, dragging the zipper down with him as he did so. "Are you going to be good tonight, Y/N? Say it loud enough for the camera to hear, baby girl."

"I'll be good for you, HongJoong. I'll always be good for you" you moaned as he bit your bottom lip, a proud smirk on his lips as he pulled back. "Of course you'll be good for me, baby. That's all a dumb puppy in heat like you wants, huh? Just my cock pleasing you?" HongJoong watched as you nodded, pushing down his boxers with a proud smile lacing his lips.

"Yeah? Come get your cock then, baby. I know you've been craving it since we got home." You rushed to give his cock a few pumps as your tongue dragged along his tip, gathering his precum on your tongue as he leaned over to grab the camera, holding it in one hand as another hand went into your hair, pushing you down onto his cock. You and HongJoong closed your eyes as you began to bob your head, your hand pumping what you couldn't take as he tossed his head back, offering you praise through his moans. When you couldn't meet his eyes, you looked into the camera, doing whatever it took to hear him curse and moan your name.

HongJoong tossed his forward, forcing himself to watch as you bobbed your head on his cock. He then leaned over to place the camera back on the nightstand before the hand that was in your hair pulled you off his cock, some of your saliva mixed with his precum dropping from your lips as he tilted your head back. He smirked at the sight before leaning beside you, grabbing the handcuffs while you pressed kisses to the side of his face, desperate for him.

"Place your hands behind you, baby." You did as you were told, looking up at him as he handcuffed your hands behind you, stopping you from being able to feel him. You whined softly, about to complain when you felt a sharp sting on your ass, the spank echoing in the room as HongJoong hissed "Shut it."

You nodded as he eased you down on the bed so your head was hanging off the edge while the rest of your body rested on the bed, his hands moving to knee your breasts as he positioned his cock at your mouth. "You shouldn't need your hands to take my cock baby. No, baby girl, you're a pro." He moaned as he pushed into your mouth, gripping your breasts as he began to fuck your throat. You gurgled around his cock as he used your mouth, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued to speak.

"No, my baby is a slut. My baby knows how to take some cock, especially when it's mine. You even made a whole song about sex with me, didn't you?" HongJoong asked, his voice now deeper than usual as he pulled out of your mouth, looking down at you with dark eyes.

Near the end of producing your album, you had chosen to get inspiration from your many nights in the studio with your boyfriend and write a bonus track. When HongJoong heard it, he fucked you all around the studio in one night. To say HongJoong liked it was an understatement.

You nodded as he turned you over onto your stomach, cupping your jaw as he fed his cock into your mouth, resuming his rough pace as he moaned. "Wrote a whole song surrounding getting me cock, didn't you, baby? Fuck, and when everyone hears it, they're going to wonder who you're singing about, not knowing that you were on your producer's cock while you sang about riding it."

You couldn't help but moan louder at his words, grinding down against the bed for comfort. With the sight of you grinding against the bed, your moans, and his own words working him up, HongJoong pulled out to cum all over your lips and chin with a loud moan of your name. You gently licked your lips as HongJoong calmed down, his still hard cock pressing against his stomach as he finally opened his eyes to look at you. He smiled at the sight before his thumb moved along your lips, cleaning you off before he grabbed a towel, wiping off your face fully.

HongJoong uncuffed you before he got on the bed next to you, his hands helping you move to your back as he slowly pushed into you. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist as he leaned down to place his elbows onto either side of your head as he met your eyes. His eyes we not as dark as before, but softer as he slowly moved his hips. His hands soon intertwined with yours as he began to rock his hips to meet yours, placing small kisses around your face. "I know you're tired baby, just one more for me, ok? God, you're so perfect."

"One more" you purred against his lips, making him moan at your true fucked out state. He nodded, moaning against your lips "yeah, one more for me, baby. Fuck, I love you."

You felt your heart swell at his words, whispering that you loved him too as you both got lost in each other. HongJoong pressed his forehead against yours as he moved, pressing small kisses to your nose whenever he could before he moved to stuff his face into your neck. He felt his body heat up as he felt his climax approached, his breath now short as he let out a broken moan of your name as if he was calling out to you.

"Y/N...baby, I'm so close for you, I love you so goddam much" he moaned, moving to see your face as he moved faster, wanting to watch you fall apart. "Say my name, baby. Say my name while you cum for me. Let everyone know who you love"

"HongJoong," Your eyes rolled back as you came, your name leaving HongJoong's lips as he came with you, his hands slipping from yours to hold your face in a deep kiss as he shook. You wrapped your arms around him as you both rolled over onto your sides, the kiss slowing down to simple pecks. You both panted against each other's lips, holding each other as you both slowly came down.

HongJoong was the first one to move, standing up to go grab a towel before returning to you with shaky legs, both of you laughing when he fell onto the bed. He gently cleaned you up, whispering more praises to you and your pussy before he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your sides.

"So, you love me, huh?" Your question made your boyfriend of two years blush before turning away, making your smile grow. You moved to place your hands onto his shoulder, making him face you once more before you said "I love you, HongJoong. I wrote a whole damn album about you, so don't be the one getting embarrassed"

Your words made HongJoong smile and laugh, nodding before pulling your back down into his embrace, smiling at you snuggle into him. "How do you think your album is doing on the charts right now?" He asked, grunting as he stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. You hummed against his shoulder, shrugging as he placed you on the toilet before going to turn on the shower.

HongJoong handed you your phone as he went into the bedroom, letting you check while he gathered shower stuff. When he returned, you had a bright smile on your face. "Number one everywhere and trending. Everyone is complimenting me and the producer."

Your words make your boyfriend laugh, placing the towels, lotion, and clothes onto the bathroom sink before he aimed the black camera to face the shower, making you smirk. "Why'd you bring the camera in here, baby?"

HongJoong smirked as he helped you to your feet, walking back into the shower with you as he said "I'm help you get inspiration for your next album. That's what a good producer does, baby. And, you're lucky, because you have one of the best helping you. Now, make sure you're loud enough for the camera baby, this all might be useful for another secret track."

Bambikisss | 2024

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Excerpts

The Tortured Poets Department delivers some of her most cringe-inducing lines yet. The title track alone boasts the worst on the record, even if it’s a stab at sarcasm. “You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate / We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist,” precedes the clunky “I scratch your head, you fall asleep like a tattooed Golden Retriever.” 

Elsewhere, on ‘Down Bad’ she’s unceremoniously “crying at the gym”, and ‘Florida!!!’, an otherwise cathartic, Southern gothic-imbued collaboration with Florence Welch is marred by the line: “My friends all smell like weed or little babies”.

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart’ highlights her unrelenting work ethic that doesn’t falter amid personal tragedy. But, it seems poised for internet virality than anything more substantial, given its restrained verses that plod along before catapulting into a euphoric, Carly Rae Jepsen-indebted pop chorus. Lyrics like “I’m so depressed I act like it’s my birthday everyday” are almost too glaringly obviously written to be lip-synced into an iPhone 13 front camera.

Musically, it’s an album mostly devoid of any noticeable stylistic shift or evolution. It descends into a monochromatic palette, existing in the same Jack Antonoff-branded synth pop as ‘Midnights’, yet struggling to capture any of its brightness.

Most bizarre, though, is ‘But Daddy I Love Him’, which seemingly exists as her response to the backlash against her brief relationship with The 1975 frontman Matty Healy. Their fleeting romance, which seems to be the muse for much of the record, triggered an explosive reaction from her fanbase who were distraught at Swift’s public association to the singer, given his slew of controversial comments (a few of which centred around her soon-to-be collaborator Ice Spice).

Swift seems to be in tireless pursuit for superstardom, yet the negative public opinion it can come with irks her, and it’s a tired theme now plaguing her discography and leaving little room for the poignant lyrical observations she excels at. It’s why the pitfalls that mire her 11th studio album are all the more disappointing — she’s proven time and time again she can do better. To a Melbourne audience of her Eras Tour, Swift said that ‘The Tortured Poets Department’ came from a “need” to write. It’s just that maybe we didn’t need to hear it.

[oncasette]

heyyyy long time no see BUT could you do sailor song w rafayel for the song prompts?? much love 🪷

idk if this fits the song, but it's what came to mind. thanks for the request xx

For as long as you'd known Rafayel, you don't think you'd ever seen him so tense. Or, not tense. Contemplative, maybe. In his head.

He'd always been quick with his tongue, charismatic, teasing to a fault. Even when he was pouting, his lips seemed to form a smile just as easy, just as quick. Now, though, his brow is sewn tight and his jaw is clenched. The brush in his grip is moments away from splintering and cracking, his eyes are a hazy mix of indigo and mulberry. Watching him from the couch in his studio, you can see the tension rolling off of him in waves. Each stroke against the canvas reads violent—deep onyx and carmine marring the bleached underpainting.

His teeth clack together as he drops the paintbrush in the cup with a grunt. You'd let him stew in his "artistic frustration" for a couple of hours, now, but you figured it was a good time to try and bring him back down.

His muscles tighten as you wrap yourself around his back, joining your hands around his middle. Sea salt tinges your nostrils as you nose the nape of his neck. A kiss follows, then a trail that leads across his paint-stained shoulders. He bristles, but he lets you do as you please. Slowly, he starts to melt back into you.

"You okay?" you ask. He nods, still eyeing the piece in front of him cautiously. It's still in its early stages. You can't make out what the shapes and colors mean, just yet, but in time you're sure it'll stun you just like the others. A memory twinkles in the back of your mind. Cold, dark, blood-red and fiery night. Before you have a chance to fully grasp it, Rafayel is turning in your hold.

Hands find the curve of your jaw, tilting your eyes to his and bringing his forehead to press against yours. It's only a whisper of a breath, a brush of his lips, before he's sealing his mouth to yours and stealing all the air out of the room. One hand slides to your hip to pull you in tighter, pressing you firmly against his body. He kisses you like he's drowning, like you're the only thing tethering him to the buoy at the top of the water, like you're floating away and he can only stay afloat if he holds you tighter than the current.

You only break when your lungs start to burn.

"Raf?" you pant.

"Pomegranate," he mumbles, licking his lips.

"What?"

"You taste like pomegranate today," he says again, running the tip of his nose against yours.

"Is that a good thing?" you ask. He shrugs. The heel of his hand digs into the small of your back.

"Anything's good as long as it's you."

[joces-wrld]

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ bubbles and cuddles

݁𝜗𝜚 blurb !

݁IN WHICH— ballerina! reader comes home from a very tiring rehearsal to a bubble bath surprise

| no warnings :)

after a long and grueling rehearsal at the dance studio, you're finally at the triplets house. you were planning on going straight home, wanting to just shower and take a nap, your muscles aching from the intense practice. you had messaged matt, telling him how much your body hurt and your plan to just relax for the rest of the evening. he had replied within seconds, telling you to go over to their house instead. not wanting to deny him, you obliged

you knock on the door, chris swinging it open a couple seconds later. "hey n/n! matt!! your girl's here!!" he yells out, motioning for you to enter. you hear footsteps quickly approach, smiling softly when you see matt

"hey matty" you tiredly mumble, leaning in for a hug. "hey sweet girl," he briefly hugs you back before picking you up bridal style. "gotta surprise for ya" he adds, walking towards the stairs. "hey nick!" you yell out, waving at him as you disappear up the stairs

"mkay, close your eyes" your boyfriend instructs once you're outside his bedroom door. you do as matt says and listen as he opens the door

"open"

you open your eyes and notice you're in the bathroom, the tub filled with fragrant bubbles, and rose petals, candles aligning the tub, creating a serene atmosphere

"thought you might like this after today," he says, gesturing to the bubble bath he prepared

you feel a wave of gratitude, love, and admiration, "what'd i do to deserve you" "i ask myself the same thing everyday" he smiles at you, setting you down on the counter. he gives you a short kiss before heading out, "i'll be back in like 10 minutes, imma go get you some clothes. try an' relax baby"

relief washes over you as you sink into the warm water, the tension in your muscles slowly melting away. you had the best boyfriend ever, no doubt about it

matt walks back into the restroom, setting some clothes on the counter. "thank you for this matt, i truly appreciate it" "course baby, anytime" he replies, sitting by the tub. you two talk about your days, him making you laugh with his usual shenanigans

around 30 minutes later you finish your bath and matt helps you dry off, his eyes filled with nothing but love. he even hands you each individual piece of clothing; pink bra and matching pink panties, a white spaghetti strap top, and grey cotton pajama shorts. the whole time he's eyeing your body, no lust behind his gaze, pure admiration

"matty, put some music on im dying in this silence" the boy giggles and complies, putting on bruno mars. you then take your skin care items out your designated drawer, "skin care time!" you say, hopping on the counter and pulling him in between your legs

you put your white, bow shaped, headband on and hand him the pink dupe, watching as he shakes his head, yet puts the thing on with a smile. "can we record? haven't posted anything in a week..." you ask shyly, lighting up when he nods

"hi guys! get ready with me for bed" you exclaim after brushing your teeth, smiling at the camera. you prop your phone up against the wall, allowing the camera to capture you sitting on the counter and matt standing in between your legs

"today was supper tiring, i had rehearsal for swan lake for like a gazillion hours, my legs felt like jelly by the end of it. wash your face and brush your teeth, baby, please"

"yes ma'am", matt does as told as you continue to speak

"i actually have the best boyfriend ever though, i came home and he had this supper cute bubble bath ready for me. the water was frickin pink! and it had bubbles and rose petals in it, and he lit candles around the tub. it actually made me fall for him 100 times harder"

"okie dokie, hold the mirror for me?" you ask matt, holding up your hand mirror. the boy complies without a word, humming along to whatever song came on. he secretly admired you as you applied all different sorts of products to your face, finding it cute how you rambled on about your day, the camera not failing to pick that

"your turn!" you exclaim, allowing matt to put the mirror down. "guys i actually need to rott in bed all day tomorrow i dont think i can get up- toner please"

he hands you the bottle, you dumping some onto your hand and pressing it into his skin, " -like dont get me wrong, i love being a ballerina, i love bellet, it makes me me, it's just a lot of work, y'know"

you sigh, picking up a vitamin c serum, adding a couple drops to matt's face. "im excited for swan lake though, like i know its one of the most popular ballets, but ive never been in one, that make sense?" you gently rub the substance in, adding hyaluronic acid and tea tree relief serum before doing the same thing

you then pick up your eye cream, showing it to the camera. "i highly! recommend this eye cream guys, it actually works wonders" you say, getting real close to matt's face and applying it under matt's eyes

it was finally time for moisturizer. you grab the bottle and pump some onto the back of your hand, dipping your pointer finger into it and dabbing dots all over matts face. you fall silent as you rub it in, both of you silently admiring the other's beauty

"alrighty, looks like we're done here!"

you reach for your phone, "thanks for joining us tonight. i'm sorry i haven't posted this week, ive been super busy with rehearsals, regardless i love yal, muah" you blow a kiss and stop recording, setting your phone down

"you're amazing, you know that?" matt whispers, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss

you roll your eyes slightly, and wrap your legs around matts waist. "off to bed" he giggles out, securing his arms around you before carrying you to bed

you both lay in his bed for a little. matt scrolling through tiktok as you lay on top of him, softly playing with his hair. "i love you" you say, pressing a kiss to matt's forehead, then to his nose, then his cheeks, then jawline, and finally lips

the boy sighs into the kiss, setting his phone down and wrapping his arms around you. seconds later, he breaks the kiss, "lets get some sleep. you had a long day today, and you'll have a long day tomorrow, you need loads of rest to be awesome tomorrow"

you nod your head, rolling of of him and cuddling into his side instead. he begins to rub the small of your back, watching as you slowly doze off. "goodnight matt, i love you" you mumble half asleep, the tiredness from earlier quick to catch you again. he slowly wraps his arms around you, kissing your head

"goodnight princess"

a/n: HELP WHY DOES THIS ACTUALLY SUCK?! once again, booty ending 😓

—check out my masterlist! for the rest of this series

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Burden | Dream Reaction #11

Reaction: When their gf feels like a burden to them

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, dark thoughts, mental health issues

Word Count: 3593k

Author's Note: This reaction was requested by an anon, which I am very grateful for. I feel like the theme for this reaction is pretty common in my stories. So I tried my best to come up with different scenarios and not sound too repetitive. Writing this story made me think of how all the members of NCT Dream are such sweethearts, honestly. I hope you guys like this and please feel free to request more! Thank you for reading ^ ^

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MARK

Lately, there’s been this growing distance between you and Mark. You hated yourself for feeling this way because Mark was nothing short of the perfect boyfriend. He treated you with kindness and respect. He didn’t hesitate to show his feelings for you and cared for you in ways that no one else in your life has.

But you were someone who carried a lot of insecurities. Frequently, you found yourself pondering if you were truly worthy of Mark's affection. He was constantly busy with his back-and-forth schedules between 127 and Dream. Yet he still made the time to call you and ask how your day went. You felt like you didn’t deserve him. 

One evening, you were engaging in a deep conversation with Taeyong at the 127 dorm. As the leader figure of the group, you sometimes found yourself confiding in the male when it came to concerns about your relationship. Unbeknownst to you, Mark happened to be present at the dorm that evening, and as he walked down the hallway, he overheard your voice drifting from the living room. 

“I don’t know…Mark is so sweet and loving,” you spoke with uncertainty, as you held a couch pillow close to your chest.“Sometimes I can’t help but feel like I’m a burden to him.”

He observed Taeyong place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “(Y/n), you’re an amazing girlfriend and Mark cares about you a lot. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” he tried to reassure you.

You let out a sigh, “I know…but I just can’t shake the feeling that I’ll never be good enough for him.”

Mark genuinely had no idea you were feeling this way. He’d stay up the rest night, replaying your words in his head. You were so important to Mark, and he couldn’t bear the thought of his life without you. Knowing that you felt so insecure saddened him deeply.

A few days later you received a text from Mark, asking you to meet him at the studio. The message felt somewhat random, but you headed to his company building, unsure of what to expect.

When you walked into the studio, Mark was sitting on the sofa with a guitar in hand. At first, you were confused until his fingers began strumming to a familiar tune.

“Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they’re not shinin’. Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying,” he sang softly. “She’s so beautiful, and I tell her every day.”

 You couldn’t help but laugh, finding it almost surreal that Mark Lee was serenading you with a Bruno Mars song. But the charming smile on his lips didn’t leave as he finished the first verse.

“Yeah, I know, I know when I compliment her, she won’t believe me. 

And it’s so, it’s so sad to think that she don’t see what I see.”

His fingers continued to strum the instrument as he stood up and walked up to you, singing the chorus with heartfelt emotion.

“When I see your face, there’s not a thing I would change. Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are.” He gazed into your eyes, singing the lyrics with such love and admiration. “And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for awhile. Cause girl you’re amazing, just the way you are.”

Your hands were clasped over your mouth, and tears glistened in your eyes as Mark sang the rest of the song. The raw emotion in his voice and the sweet lyrics touched you deeply, making this moment feel incredibly intimate. The romantic gesture felt so sudden, making you wonder what brought this all on.

After the song finished, Mark gently took your hand in his. “(Y/n), I heard you talking to Taeyong hyung the other day. And I wanted to let you know that you’re never a burden to me.”

You felt a mixture of surprise and gratitude, touched by his openness and the effort he took to address your concerns. The love in his eyes reaffirmed that he meant every word, and a sense of comfort washed over you as he held your hand, grounding you in the present moment.

"I cherish every part of you," Mark continued, his voice unwavering. "In good times and challenging ones, we're in this together. You can always lean on me. I'm here to support you through everything."

His words were like a warm embrace, wrapping around your heart and reaffirming the love you shared. In that moment, you knew that you were truly seen and valued by Mark, and your heart overflowed with love for this incredible person beside you.

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RENJUN

While you were in the kitchen preparing lunch, Renjun was relaxing in the living room. His group had just finished their promotional activities for their latest comeback, leaving him exhausted from the busy schedule. However, you became a bit flustered when you attempted to reach for an ingredient on a top shelf but found yourself unable to reach it.

Sighing in frustration, you stole a glance at Renjun, who was lying on the couch. Perhaps he could lend you a hand with this predicament. But as you started to hesitate when you approached him. His arm covered his eyes, as his chest slowly rose up and down with each slow breath he took. You didn’t want to disturb him when he looked so peaceful.

Renjun’s eyes slowly opened as he watched you walk away. Curious, he stood up from the couch and quietly followed you into the kitchen. The corner of his lips upturned in a small smile when he saw you struggle to get something from the cabinet.

When you felt Renjun extend his arm to retrieve the ingredient for you, you nearly jumped and turned around in surprise. 

Renjun looked at you endearingly and said, “You could’ve just asked me, (Y/n).”

“I know, but you were resting and I didn’t want to bother you,” you frowned. 

In response to this, Renjun planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “You could never bother me, darling,” he reassured, brushing away a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You blushed at his warm gesture and whispered a "thank you" before returning to what you were doing before. Renjun was truly a sweetheart, and his caring nature never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated.

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JENO

The day had been long and overwhelming. Honestly, you were just glad that it was almost over. All you wanted right now was to be in your boyfriend’s arms. However, when you entered the bedroom, you found Jeno engrossed in a videogame on his computer.

Approaching him quietly, you softly called his name. “Jeno-ssi.”

“Yeah, babe?” He responded, keeping his eyes focused on the screen in front of him.

You felt discouraged when you saw how concentrated he was on his game. Not wanting to bother him, you took a step back. “I—actually, never mind.”

Jeno caught the hesitance in your voice and spun around in his chair. Just as you were walking away, he reached to grab your hand.

“No, babe, what is it?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment now that you had his attention. Even if you tried to brush him off again, you knew he wouldn’t let you go.

“I was going to ask if we could cuddle. but I don’t want to distract you from your game,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze. You couldn’t help but feel silly for wanting something so seemingly small.

Jeno’s eyes softened at your words, and in the next second, you were being pulled into his lap. He loved nothing more than holding you in his arms and pressing kisses into your hair. The idea that you thought he would reject you, puzzled him.

“You can always ask me for cuddles, babe,” he whispered softly, his arms wrapped securely around you. “I love being with you, and I don’t want you to feel like it’s a bother.”

You slowly smiled and allowed your head to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His touch radiated so much comfort and warmth that it seemed to chase away any lingering insecurities or anxious thoughts from earlier. For the remainder of the night, he kept you in his lap as he played his game. Eventually, he retired from the computer and proceeded to cuddle you in the comforts of your bed. Jeno just loved being close to you and he wanted to ensure that you never felt like you were bothering him again.

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HAECHAN

Something didn’t feel right when Haechan entered your apartment. After sliding on the familiar gray slippers you always kept for him, he shuffled through the darkness of your living room. His feet padded down the hallway, guided by the faint glow of light escaping beneath your bedroom door. He paused outside the closed door. Apprehension filled him when he heard your shaky breathing.

Haechan swallowed nervously before raising his hand to the door and lightly tapping his knuckles against the wood. “(Y/n)?” he called out softly. “Is it okay if I come in?”

When he was met with an unsettling silence, his determination urged him to slowly turn the doorknob and gently push open the door. The second he stepped inside his eyes fell on you sitting at the foot of the bed with your head buried in your hands. His heart broke at the sight of your body visibly trembling.

Haechan knew you hated it whenever he found you in this state of vulnerability. When he was present, you often put on a brave face for him. You were always trying to maintain this cheerful facade, even when things were not okay. He understood the effort you made to protect him from your inner struggles. But the thought of you hurting weighed heavily on his heart.

With a small sigh, Haechan closed the door behind him. He noticed you tense up when he approached you cautiously.

“(Y/n),” he started to say, extending his hand towards you in a gesture of comfort.

But you shook your head vigorously and pulled away from him. “Please, just go away Hyuck. I don’t want to see me like this,” you pleaded.

His expression faltered at your attempt to push him away. He could sense the pain and he wasn’t going to let you face it alone.

“(Y/n), whatever it is…just let me be there for you,” he said.

But your head shook again, almost as if your brain was refusing to let Haechan’s words comfort you. Your fists repeatedly banged against your head, the pain momentarily numbing the overwhelming thoughts and emotions within you.

 “I’m a mess, Haechan. I’m broken and damaged,” you cried. “I’m…I’m nothing but a burden right now.”

Haechan’s eyes widened with panic and he firmly grabbed your wrists to stop your self-destructive actions. “Hey, hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he murmured, trying to calm you down. “Who put those thoughts in your head, huh?”

As more tears cascaded down your cheek, Haechan loosened his grip on one of your hands and gently brushed away the tears with his thumb. 

“Look at me, (Y/n),” Haechan whispered. He gently lifted your chin, locking your gaze with his. 

“You are not a burden, nor are you broken or damaged,” he said, caressing your cheek. “Please don’t believe those lies your mind tells you.”

His voice was filled with a seriousness that resonated deep within your heart. The tears slowed and your body gradually stopped shaking. Once he was sure you wouldn’t resist, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. His chin rested atop your head, providing security, while his fingers tenderly stroked your hair.

“I know it’s hard for you to see yourself the way I see you,” he continues. “But trust me when I say you’re the strongest person I know, (Y/n).”

The outside world receded as his words sank in. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and surrendered to his comforting embrace. No matter how frequently the inner demons resurfaced, Haechan remained steadfast in banishing them. Within his arms, you never felt safer.

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JAEMIN

Although you woke up this morning with a fever, that didn’t stop you from attending all your morning classes. It wasn’t that big of a deal, and you fully planned to spend the rest of the day in bed. However, when Jaemin sent a text asking if you wanted to come by his dance practice, you couldn’t turn him down. You also knew that if you told Jaemin you were sick, he’d get worried, and you didn’t want that.

Despite you not feeling your best, seeing Jaemin’s smile when you entered the practice room forced you to suck it up. The other members greeted you cheerfully, and their faces lit up when they spotted the bag of food in your hand.

“I missed you so much (Y/n),” Jaemin said. He spun you around in a hug that left you feeling a bit uneasy due to your headache. But you tried to push it off, not wanting to dampen the joyful atmosphere.

As you sat with the boys, you slowly started to realize that you weren't feeling any better. The fatigue and discomfort seemed to intensify, making it challenging to keep up with their energy.

Mark was the first to notice your lack of presence in the group. “Are you okay, (Y/n)? You look a little pale.”

“I—I’m fine. Just a little tired,” You mustered a weak smile as you gathered everyone’s trash to throw away. But as soon as you got up, the room started to spin. 

Jaemin and the others stood panicked when they saw you lose balance. Luckily, Jaemin reacted quickly and caught you when your vision blurred out. The next thing you knew, you woke up a few moments later, finding yourself resting on Jaemin’s lap.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” he scolded lightly, stroking your hair. “You scared me.”

Seeing the genuine concern in his eyes made you feel a little guilty. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to be a burden to you,” you mumbled, slowly sitting up with Jaemin’s help.

Your boyfriend sighed and cupped your face in his hands. “No baby! You’re never a burden to me, especially when it comes to your health.”

Jaemin tried to convince you to go home, worried about your well-being. But you insisted on staying, wanting to support him. Throughout the rest of practice, he kept checking up on you. Despite some teasing and complaints from the other members about how disgusting and cute you guys were, you didn’t pay them much attention.

Seeing how much Jaemin cared for you and how attentive he was to your needs made you feel deeply loved and cherished.

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CHENLE

Gift-giving was Chenle’s love language, and it was something you still haven’t adjusted to. While you appreciated the thoughtfulness behind receiving flowers and stuffed animals from your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. You didn’t like him frequently spending money on you when he could save it for something more important. At the end of the day, you understood that this was Chenle’s way of expressing his love and you didn’t want to diminish that. 

One afternoon, the two of you were at an outdoor mall on a date. The initial plan was just to do some window shopping. But there was a clothes shop place that Chenle suggested you guys check out. The two of you walked around the store for a bit and there was a dress that caught your eye. It was a simple plaid black dress adorned with white sleeves. The classic design exuded an elegance that matched your fashion style.

However, your interest was forgotten when you picked up the price tag. There was no way you were going to spend so much money on one dress. Chenle noticed your eyes widening and followed your gaze to the dress you were looking at.

“Oh, that would look so cute on you,” he remarked.

You smiled sheepishly and let go of the fabric. “Yeah, but it’s pretty expensive. I don’t think I should buy it.”

Chenle smiled and swung his arm around your shoulder. “Who says you’re buying the dress? Don’t worry baby, I got you.”

A frown immediately tugged at your lips. The idea of him paying already made you feel bad. Even if the dress was nice, you were perfectly fine with not having it. 

“Chenle, you don’t have to do that. I’m not worth this,” you said quietly. The carefree expression on Chenle’s face turned to one of confusion.

“What do you mean you’re not worth it?” he asked. “You’re worth every cent of my money and love.”

“But I don’t want to burden you,” you emphasized. “It’s just a dress Chenle, I don’t need it.”

Sighing softly, Chenle cupped your cheeks into his hands, making sure you were looking into his eyes. “Listen here future Mrs. Zhong, you are not a burden or anything of the sort. You’re worthy of anything in this world and I will prove it to you at any cost.”

His words caused heat to rise to your cheeks. But when you lowered your head in embarrassment, Chenle brought your face back up and kissed you. He couldn’t care less about the nearby customers who were now staring at you two.

Feeling even more flustered, you pulled away in surprise. “Zhong Chenle, you can’t just kiss me in front of all these people!”

“Well if you don’t want me to kiss you again, you’re going to come with me to check this out.” Your boyfriend smiled mischievously and took the dress off the rack.

Any more protests from you went ignored, as the boy was already taking your hand and leading you to the checkout area. Chenle was definitely something else, always managing to surprise you with his spontaneous and caring nature. But you were grateful to have such a loving boyfriend. You could always count on him to make you feel like the most special girl in the world.

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JISUNG

He was just roaming around your apartment as you were in the kitchen making instant ramen for the two of you. It was Jisung’s second time visiting, and he wanted to become more familiar with your living space. He wandered into the bedroom, instantly picking up on how everything was so neat and tidy. He smiled when he spotted a framed picture of him on your nightstand. Seeing the photograph there filled him with warmth, knowing that you held him close to your heart.

However, he also noticed a small black journal on your nightstand. Curious, he picked up the object and opened it absentmindedly. His eyes quickly widened in horror as he read the top words on the second page. 

It was a list of the things you didn't like about yourself. His heart sank as he saw pages filled with bullet points, each one representing the insecurities you carried within. Dread filled him as he skimmed over the reasons that varied from your looks to what you perceived as flaws.

What hurt him the most was the last one on the bottom, which said: “I am a burden to everyone around me.” The weight of those words hit him like a tidal wave, leaving his heart heavy with a mix of sadness and anguish. 

“Jisung what are you—” You entered the room, wondering what he was doing in here.

Your body froze when you saw the notebook clutched tightly in his hands. The sight immediately filled you with panic, uncertain of how much he read. 

Jisung glanced up, looking like he was about to cry. “(Y/n), do you really think you’re a burden?”

The sadness in his tone only confirmed your fears and caused a wave of vulnerability to wash over you. You took a hesitant step closer, wanting to reach out and comfort him, yet also feeling exposed and uncertain of how to respond. But when tears began to spill out of Jisung’s eyes, you rushed to his side.

“Baby I—” You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat.

"Was there something I did or said to make you think that?" He fretted, his brows furrowing with genuine concern.

Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around him. “No, you didn’t do anything Jisungie. It’s just me that’s the problem.”

Hearing your confession only made him feel worse. The realization that you had been struggling with these feelings of, and he didn’t know killed him. As your boyfriend, he felt responsible for not being there to show how much you meant to him.

“(Y/n), I…I love you so much,” Jisung cried, his voice muffled against your shirt. “You’re never a burden to me or…or anyone. Please don’t think that way.”

You slowly exhaled, offering soothing pats on the boy’s back as you tried to comfort him. Seeing how deeply upset Jisung was about this surprised you. It took a few minutes for you to get him to stop crying. You rocked him back and forth in your embrace, pressing kisses into his hair and whispering apologies. Once he calmed down, you promised Jisung you’d work on being less critical of yourself and be more open about your feelings with him.

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Trick or trivia

Happy Halloween! I do enjoy trivia of many types, but one of my favorite genres is what I call the Berenstein Timeline: unmade shows and movies, versions of classic movies where studios and producers made different decisions, some better, some much worse. All of these are real projects that were, on some level, considered (there are some recurring names)

"Heat Vision & Jack", a 90s pastiche of 70s-80s action shows starring Jack Black as an astronaut on the run from the law and Owen Wilson as his talking motorcycle

"Jurassic Park" directed by Tim Burton with Johnny Depp as Alan Grant, Jim Carrey as Ian Malcolm, and Vincent Price as John Hammond

the 90s "Batman" directed by Ivan Reitman; Bill Murray and Eddie Murphy were going to star but couldn't decide which of them would be Batman and which would be Robin

Back in the 1970s the American network was getting good numbers showing heavily-edited reruns of "Monty Python's Flying Circus", so they tried to sell the Pythons on the next logical step: an animated Saturday morning cartoon

"Edward Scissorhands" still directed by Burton but starring Tom Cruise or maybe Michael Jackson

"Return of the Jedi" directed by David Lynch; Harrison Ford was considering not coming back for the third movie and so when he came out of the carbonite there was a chance he would have been Christopher Walken

Guillermo del Toro's "At the Mountains of Madness". Also "the Hobbit" and lots of other things, he seems to have a lot of unmade projects

the 2010s "Star Trek" movie directed by Quentin Tarantino, where the edgy reboot crew visits the Gangster Planet from that one stupid episode of the original series

Everybody knows about the unmade "Superman Lives" starring Nicolas Cage in the title role, but did you know it was going to be directed by Tim Burton and include Christopher Walken as Brainiac, who would have been a green head on spider legs

Harold Ramis didn't particularly want to act on camera, so when they were casting "Ghostbusters" Egon could have been Christopher Walken, Christopher Lloyd, Jeff Goldblum, or John Lithgow. Supposedly the movie was originally intended to be a relatively serious exploration of Dan Akroyd's very real interest in paranormal investigation, although this clashes a bit with the fact that Peter Venkman was originally going to be played by John Belushi and Winston Zeddmore was written for Eddie Murphy who backed out when the character's backstory and most of his lines were cut

John Waters' animated series "Uncle John" on 90s MTV

the original version of "Bill & Ted's Time Van" starring Pauly Shore and Sean Penn

"Red Dragon" (the original Hannibal Lecter novel) directed by David Lynch starring John Lithgow as Hannibal Lecter and Mel Gibson as Will Graham

the 1970s "Dr. Strange" TV series

the 1990s Disney animated "John Carter of Mars"

the 1990s Warner Bros animated "King Tut" musical with songs by Prince

the serious horror version of "Beetlejuice"

Drew Barrymore's 2000s remake of "Barbarella"

the Dungeons & Dragons movie James Cameron was going to make until TSR left the table over merchandising disputes, forcing Cameron to go work on some dumb movie about the Titanic

American "Doctor Who" movie starring Michael Jackson

Canadian "Doctor Who" cartoon by Nelvana starring a Doctor based intensely off of either Jeff Goldblum or Christopher Lloyd

"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" directed by Terry Gilliam

"Good Omens" directed by Terry Gilliam and starring Johnny Depp and Robin Williams

"The Black Cauldron" using character and background designs by Nightmare-era Tim Burton

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interview with mick about ‘Dr. Feelgood’: a small excerpt

Interview by Guitar Legends, circa 2008-2009

“The result was a career-, if not genre-defining album. Says Mars, “‘Feelgood’ was the standard that everyone else had to beat.” Prior to taking the stage at Madison Square Garden (where the band opens their set with the trademark guitar dive bombs that announce ‘Kickstart My Heart’), Mars sat with Guitar Legends to reflect on the making of Mötley Crüe’s 1989 smash effort. As the guitarist himself announces in the album’s title track: “Ladies and gentlemen, come play with Dr. Feelgood.”

Guitar Legends: ‘Dr. Feelgood’ was your first album working with Bob Rock. Previously, Mötley Crüe had a long and successful relationship with Tom Werman [Cheap Trick, Twisted Sister], who produced all your albums from ‘Shout At The Devil’ through ‘Girls, Girls, Girls.’ Why did the group make a change at that point?

Mick Mars: Tom was too much into the older school- the Ted Nugents and stuff like that. In the early and mid eighties that kind of approach still worked, but by the time of ‘Feelgood’ we wanted to move to the next level and get a younger guy with a fresher mind and fresher ideas on production. I think Nikki found Bob through Ian Atsbury from the Cult [Rock produced the Cult’s 1989 album, Sonic Temple]. We sent him a demo of ‘Dr. Feelgood’, and he liked it a lot, and then we went up to Little Mountain [Rock’s studio in Vancouver] to talk with him. He had a lot of fresh ideas and different approaches to doing things. Bob taught me a lot about tones, amps, using different cabinets, different heads… I learned a lot from him.

GL: I’ve heard that prior to hiring Bob, there was talk of getting Quincy Jones to produce ‘Dr. Feelgood.’

Mars: Yes! I think that Nikki put the request in. But you know, it’s Quincy Jones. [laughs] He was probably like, “Who the hell is this band? Who do they think they are?”

GL: Bob was known in those days as something of a perfectionist. You’ve talked in the past about spending as much as two weeks tracking the guitars for just one song on the album.

Mars: That's the truth. He really nitpicked. If I had to double a rhythm, l would get maybe a quarter of the way through the song before he'd stop me. And that really interrupted my thought process- I mean, I could have played through and then gone back and fixed any problems, you know? But Bob would stop the tape and be like, “What’re you doing? You missed that little click," talking about the way my pick hit the string or something. That's how picky he was. I might have done something by accident, and when doubling the part he'd stop me and say, "You didn't get that.” And I’d go, "I didn't get what?" And he'd say, "That." And I'd go, "But I don't hear anything!"

GL: It’s rumored that, when it came to Vince's vocals, at the end of a day of singing he would often have only one word down on tape that Bob would deem useable.

Mars: That's completely true. I don't really know how Vince felt about that, to be honest. I should ask him! But truthfully I wasn't really too surprised, due to the condition Vince was in then. We were all coming out of this haze that we'd been in for a long time. Gradually, we all slipped back into it again.

GL: Did you appreciate Bob's attention to detail?

Mars: It kinda got on my nerves after a while. I mean, some of the things that Bob was picky about, they were so minute you couldn’t even hear them. I listen to my favorite older albums and hear mistakes all over them, and that's what makes them sound human, you know? But I get what he was trying to do with us, and in the end it worked.

GL: Your guitar sound on the album is huge. Part of that stems from the fact that you tune down a whole step to D, but it also sounds as if your rhythms are heavily layered and multi-tracked.

Mars: There's a lot of guitar on ‘Feelgood.’ I think I was doing about five rhythm tracks per song and then had different little parts going on and stuff. When we were done and I looked at all the tape we had used, there were about 120 two-inch reels. That's a lot. Of course, when we did our next album with Bob [1994’s Motley Crüe] I had 80 tracks of guitars!

GL: What guitars were you using on ‘Dr. Feelgood’?

Mars: A bunch of stuff. My black Les Paul from the early days [Mars' 72 Les Paul Special], a couple of Kramers, a couple of Strats, a Telecaster. Then I also had some lap steels and Dobros.

GL: You played a lot of slide on that album, like on "Slice of Your Pie" and "Without You."

Mars: Nikki and Tommy at that time loved it. So they were always going, "Play slide!" And I was like, "I don't wanna play slide." And they would respond, "Play slide!" So I did.

GL: What was your amp setup?

Mars: I was using my Marshalls that were modded by a guy named Jose Arredondo [Arredondo was an in-demend amp technician, known for having worked on Eddie Van Halen's rig in the Eighties.] I had maybe five of six of them, all old - everything from a '67 to a 72 - and they all sounded really different. I think I had about seven stacks in the studio all together, with different heads on them. And then I had a few 50-watt Hiwatt half stacks, a Vox AC30 combo, and also this amp called a Garnet. I used that strictly for its bottom end, to thicken up my tone. It was just this old head that I stuck on a Marshall cab. All it did was go pffftttt. It sounded like crap! But it worked. So the whole setup was just really loud and powerful. We'd have fans and all these kids standing outside the studio, behind the building, because they could hear me through the walls. It was leaking through everything. Aerosmith were in the next room recording ‘Pump’, and it leaked all over their album, too!

GL: So you can hear Mick Mars’ guitar playing on ‘Pump’?

Mars: If you listen hard enough you probably can. Unless they gated it off tight enough. Steven [Tyler] actually came over one day and said, "Hey dude! You gotta tum those amps down!"

GL: At that time both your band and the guys in Aerosmith had recently gotten sober and were committed to living a healthy lifestyle. I remember hearing that the two bands would go jogging together during the daytime.

Mars: The others would. Not me! But yeah, that was in interesting time for all of us. I remember one time the receptionist at the studio brought in a cake for some reason or another. It was a rum cake, but I didn't know it. And I took a bite of it and almost spit it out, like, "That's got rum in it!" And Steven Tyler was just sitting there freaking out, because he really wanted a plece of cake but knew he couldn't have any. That's how serious it was at that time.

GL: How was the vibe within Mötley given that everyone was sober for the first time?

Mars: It was all right. I guess. Tommy and I would joke around about it, just to yank Bob's chain. We would get frustrated because Bob was so on top of every little thing we did. With Tommy it was always "Play it harder," or "Play more like this." And then with me it was, "That part ain't right!" Every time he'd say something like that, Tommy and I would go boom! and act like we were slamming back a big shot of Jack. We tried to have some fun, because there were definitely some frayed nerves. But we got along ok.

GL: How did you deal with sobriety?

Mars: I didn’t have any withdrawals or real cravings, but I missed the way it made me relax, especially during the recording procese. The flipside, of course, was that drinking made me a much sloppier player. So it was better that I wasn’t doing it.

GL: Around that time the band was also engaged in group therapy sessions.

Mars: That was never for me. The way I felt about therapy and rehab and all that is that I’d seen it all fail, so many times. My feeling is, if you want to quit, you set the shit down and go “I’m done. That’s it." A couple of the guys in the band had a hard time with that. I didn't.

GL: Were you all sober during the writing process for ‘Dr. Feelgood’?

Mars: I’m not sure. It was around that time after the Girls’ tour, that we all started getting straight. Although I remember one time Nikki came to my house to do some writing, and he rode his bike over and was a bit high. That pissed me off. That was the day I played him a rough demo of "Dr. Feelgood."

GL: That was a song you had completely mapped out on your own?

Mars: Pretty much. I was just goofing around and came up with the lick and put it down on a little eight track. I don't know where it came from… it came from my brain! I had to take that song into the band maybe four or five times before I could get the rest of the guys to pay attention to it. It was the same with "Slice of Your Pie." It took me a while to convince them to really hear it. The problem was that when Nikki had a song, like "Kickstart My Heart,” it would be much more complete, with lyrics and everything. But while I write a lot of music, I'm not so good with lyrics, so as a result my songs came together later. For instance. one time we went up to Vancouver to meet with Bob, and in the car on the way back to Los Angeles I wrote the song "Sticky Sweet" in my head. When I got home, I picked up the guitar and I could just play it.

GL: The main riff always reminded me of "The Wanton Song” by Led Zeppelin.

Mars: Yes! Although that wasn't intentional. But when I listened back to the song after it was done, I definitely heard that. It's like George Harrison with ‘My Sweet Lord’ -I'm positive the guy didn't realize he was doing [The Chiffons] "He's So Fine," but it happens, you know?

GL: Speaking of Harrison, the outro to “Slice Of Your Pie” quotes directly from the Beatles “I Want You (She's So Heavy)."

Mars: That was obviously intentional. l don’t think we had a real ending for the song, so we started goofing around with ideas. It was fun doing that, figuring out the chords that would be reminiscent of the song, but with a twist. We did a lot of that kind of stuff on the album, little nods to the classics. Near the end of my solo on “Time for Change,” for instance, I lift a little of the melody from [Mott the Hoople’s] “All the Young Dudes.”

GL: I noticed that. I also caught the "Rock and Roll, Hoochie Koo” reference in “Rattlesnake Shake.”

Mars: That's right! [laughs] And I took the chorus from [The James Gang’s] "Funk #49”!

GL: Your rhythm guitar parts were obviously well thought out. How about the solos?

Mars: Some were, some weren't. "Dr. Feelgood" was one that was completely improvised But there were some solos that I really had to work on, like “Sticky Sweet,” and “Rattlesnake Shake.” A couple of them I thought needed a more melodic thing, rather than just the wheedle - wee stuff.

GL: How did the talk box solo at the end of "Kickstart My Heart" come about?

Mars: I wanted something a little different. I was thinking about how Jimi Hendrix would "talk" in colors, and this was a different color, rather than me just plugging into a stack of Marshalls and ripping a lead. Sort of like how in "Crosstown Traffic" Hendrix used a comb with wax paper to double the lead guitar line. That became my way to add a different color.

GL: Another big hit from the album was "Don't Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)," which was a bit of a stylistic departure for the band in the way you mixed acoustic and electric guitars and didn't bring in the chorus until the last part of the song.

Mars: Nikki came up with the parts, but he didn’t know how to put it all together. There’s the verse, and then the chorus, and then the third part which is the real chorus. But it was like, How do we get back to the beginning? So we decided to do all the verse and chorus stuff first, and then end with the third part and let it go from there. We put the hook at the end of the song which was a little different for us.

GL: ‘Dr. Feelgood’ was Mötley Crüe's only Number One album and remains your biggest-selling effort. At the time, did it feel to you like you were creating your definitive record?

Mars: To be honest, it seemed like just another record. I didn’t think it was a milestone for us. But having my first Number One record was a big deal. I remember my manager calling me up and telling me that we did it. I was like "That's all good!”

GL: It was validating for you?

Mars: Definitely. That album was like the standard that everyone else had to beat. And all the other bands that were around at that time… can I mention them?

GL: Go ahead.

Mars: Your Firehouses, your Poisons, your Warrants, Great Whites, Dokkens… all those guys just went woosh! Gone. I mean, they still played, but they didn't take that next step, in my opinion. They just kinda stayed in 1985. So I may not have anticipated it at the time, but ‘Feelgood’ set a certain standard for the day and, actually, for what was to come as well.

GL: In what sense?

Mars: Well, I remember shortly after the album was released, the Metallica guys went to see Bob Rock about working together (for 1991's "Black Album”]. And when you first meet with Bob, he always goes, "So, what do you want?" And they threw down ‘Feelgood’ and said, “We want that." I think their album wound up doing okay too.

and that was the interview!! i know there’s probably more of this with the rest of the band, but this was all i could find so… yeah! this was pretty informative in my opinion, and i learned something from it at least.

[rosetyler42]

Here's a mixed bag of some crossovers I found while looking through my Sorting folder that I don't think I ever posted here!

1. Bendy meets Bendy! I did this gag after watching Everyone Knows It's Bendy and thinking it'd be funny if Fosters Bendy tried to frame Bendy for a crime yeah didn't commit (considering what else Bendy's been through.) Possible WIR-Verse or an AU where Bendy and friends ended up at Fosters after the studio's closure. As @lovelylivelyv said, Bendy's definitely gonna give the guy the scare of his life for this.

(Side note: While Foster's Bendy is a terrible lil shit as a character, Animation-wise I LOVE how he can go from very malicious to over-the-top innocence.)

2. Reuben and Jackie Khones! Two somewhat lazy, wise-cracking, sandwich-loving cartoon characters I could definitely see getting along. (Outside of their treatment of Wilt. Unlike Jackie, Reuben would see no reason to pick on a nice guy like Wilt, that's like kicking puppies.)

3. XD A hilarious WIR-Verse bit inspired by The Big Cheese. Somehow, Cheese wandered into Bendy and the Ink Machine without getting killed and most likely only got spooked by Sammy singing about Sheep. Don't ask how he made it in there, but Alice will definitely return him back to Fosters unharmed.

(Though...maybe tied up gagged to stop the annoying constant screams and running off. XD Alice might be a mom, nicer and far less murderous than Susan, but...she's a toon with some skewed thinking and would still find Cheese annoying. Even of she doesn't want to KILL him.)

4. Another in the "Don't ask how this happened" column: Bugs offering to help fellow hounded underdog Boris the Wolf deal with his "Angel Dame" problem.

5. This one came from the similarities and contrasts between Coraline and Destination: Imagination. Considering Coraline's experience was with a child-eating demon and The World was just a child looking for a friend (and the Beldam luring her in and spying on her with a doll) I thought it'd be interesting to have these two meet.

6. Some Coraline v Vanellope argument about Vanny leaving Sugar Rush for Slaughter Race. Both girls are in some ways important to their games and very adventurous, clever, and rebellious. But Coraline's learned what running off to live in a fantasy world and leaving family and responsibility behind can mean, what disasters that can bring, and doesn't want Vanny to make the same mistake. Whereas Vanny sees herself as just another racer, bullied her whole life and thought if as just a mistake, who doesn't really fit in there and feels meant for other things.

9. XD Here's an amusing AU: What if Coraline met Pinky and the Brain in the Other World somehow, thinking they were Other World mice since they could talk like she first mistakes the cat? Brain and Pinky most likely were on some take over the world scheme but I could see them trying to help this girl not get eaten by an obvious predator. Bonus, added by a question from @lovelylivelyv : Coraline actually wouldn't be thrown much by Brain's obvious spelling out of his identity and intentions. It's not the weirdest thing she's heard that day, and she might assume he either means THIS world or Her real world, whichever one she doesn't like more when he says it. Which...might bother him a bit, even as much as he appreciates the child's intellect.

7+8 I love the idea of Ki from "Mars Needs Moms" and @lovelylivelyv and I's version of Alice meeting. Two old-timey style characters somewhat unfamiliar with contemporary human culture but with a fascination with color and plants though growing up in a barren mono-color world. 7 shows Ki modified her color tags for the Cycle as a gift for Alice, while Alice shows an excited Ki a flower she grew herself.

10. Some messing around with Pinky and the Brain and my Drakgo shipchild OC, Lily Lipsky! Inspired by Two Mice and a Baby and the History song. I know Brain's not really good with kids normally, but with Lily being a evil genius child prodigy with intentions for World Domination who actually seems to LIKE him and UNDERSTAND his lessons...I feel they'd get along pretty well. Bonus: Pinky as usual, not paying attention and staring at a picture of Pharphignewton as a shout out to @lovelylivelyv 's ship.

@chytag @candyheartedchy (Ok, I know you're not into Reuben anymore and Jackie's an enemy, but I did draw Reuben and Bugs here.) @black-ak9 @hotelt-resurrection @serial-serializednovelreader @heartsong1994 @sammy-lawrence-my-beloved @gothicthundra @midnightcaptions @sweet-or-sarcastic @flowery-laser-blasts @inkiedraws @inkhyaena @inkspottie @inkwelldevil @thedopedemon @thedobermutt @thedemonsurfer @themangolover724 @blo0st4r

[ostensiblynone]

Welcome to the mad ferret review of the last year in the world of Oasis. Enjoy :-)

Summer '98 - Soccer World Cup in France. During this time Noel was having constant panic attacks and wrote Gas Panic about these experiences. It was during the World Cup that Noel decided to give up drugs.

June '98 - Little James, Liam's first song to be recorded properly by Oasis is written. The song is about Patsy's son from her ex-husband, Simple Minds singer, Jim Kerr.

Summer '98 - Who Feels Love? written whilst on holiday with wife Meg in Thailand

Mar '99 - Tony McCarroll, the Oasis drummer who was sacked in 1995 after a fight with Liam settles out of court for a undisclosed fixed sum which means he's no longer entitled to any future royalties from Oasis.

13 Mar '99 - Noel brings the band to Bermondsey's Music Bank Studios for two weeks of rehearsals of the new album. According to Liam that it was during these rehearsals that the band decided that they would give up alcohol during the recording. Although Noel & Liam agreed, Bonehead was not entirely happy with the arrangement.

27 Mar '99 - The whole group fly out to France with Mark 'Spike' Stent to Chateau de la Colle to begin recording the new songs. The luxury French castle is owned by Christian Dior and costs the group £32,000 per month to use it.

31 May '99 - Noel plays an acoustic set at the Kosovo Benefit gig in London. The set included Noel singing an acoustic version of The Verve song 'Bittersweet Symphony'.

Summer '99 - The group finish recording and Bonehead and Guigsy go home to England. Noel and Spike stay in France finishing up different parts and overdubs and has to try to get Bonehead and Guigsy back to finish off their parts on the album. They refuse and don't return to France, so Paul Stacey plays most of the bass tracks, Mark Coyle plays a lot of guitar parts including main slide guitar part on PYMWYMI.

30 Jun '99 - Rumours that Bonehead has quit are denied by Johnny Hopkins, Oasis's PR officer.

10 Aug '99 - Bonehead releases a statement stating he has left Oasis. Noel and Liam state that they haven't spoken to him and they don't really know why he's left.

25 Aug '99 - Noel and Liam present a press conference in The Water Rats in London announcing Guigsy has also left the group.

13 Sep '99 - Baby 'Lennon Gallagher' is born to Liam and Patsy

17 Sep '99 - Noel goes to NYC with Spike, Stan and Howie Weinberg to master and mix the album.

26 Oct '99 - Gem Archer, the ex-Heavy Stereo guitarist joins Oasis as rhythm guitarist. At this time it is rumoured that Monaco guitarist David Potts is to join as bassist. It is later revealed that he spent a week rehearsing with Oasis from the 1st October but didn't fit in.

05 Nov '99 - Oasis record the video for their comeback single 'Go Let It Out' in high security in the English countryside with Noel playing bass and Liam playing acoustic guitar in the video as they still hadn't hired a new bass player.

12 Nov '99 - Andy Bell the ex-Hurricane#1 and Ride guitarist and songwriter joins Oasis to play bass

29 Oct '99 - Oasis officially announce album tracklisting

25 Nov '99 - Oasis announce the UK stadium tour including two nights in Wembley Stadium. It is also announced that Alan McGee the owner of Creation Records is to quit the record label in June 2000. Oasis announce they are to set up their own label, Big Brother.

03 Dec '99 - The first official airing of a new track was Who Feels Love? on the 3rd December '99 promo USA radio show in Philadelphia (PA First Union Center) for the radio station Y-100. It was played acoustically in the radio studio with Noel on guitar/vocals, Mike Rowe on keyboards and Gem playing guitar. Oasis play three short radio gigs performing only old material but playing a cover of the Beatles' Helter Skelter.

25 Dec '99 - the entire album had been leaked on cassette and had been converted into digital mp3 files on the internet. The first MP3 came from the first official promo for the album, a 12" vinyl version of Fuckin in The Bushes which had been released to the press only earlier in the month.

Jan '00 - Oasis play a radio session for BBC Radio 1 - They play an electric version of Talk Tonight and a cover of 'The Who' song 'My Generation'

Jan '00 - By the end of January the original demos for the album including 3 as yet unreleased songs were available online as mp3 files again leaked by an Oasis insider. The three songs were titled: 'Solve My Mystery/Revolution Song', 'Let There Be Love', and 'It's a Crime' But these titles are not confirmed by Noel. [read more about them here...]

27 Jan '00 - Daughter, Anaïs Gallagher is born to Noel and Meg in London's exclusive Portland Street Hospital

07 Feb '00 - Go Let It Out released and it goes straight to number 1. Oasis appear on Top of the Pops on the 10th for their first TV appearance since 1997

11 Feb '00 - Jools Holland Session. Oasis go into the studio to record an amazing special gig for Channel 4 which is to be shown later in this year.

21 Feb '00 - Standing On The Shoulder of Giants released in Japan with one extra track, Let's All Make Believe

28 Feb '00 - Album released in Europe and goes straight to number 1 in the UK.

28 Feb '00 - Album released in USA/Canada which came in three versions. One standard version, One with an edited version of Fuckin In The Bushes and one with a 2 track bonus CD containing Go Let It Out & Let's all Make Believe. It reaches a high of number 24 in the US Billboard Chart.

29 Feb '00 - On the day of SOTSOG's US release Oasis play first gig of world tour in February Tokyo Yokohama Arena

03 Mar '00 - In Fukuoka Japan, Liam pulls out after a few songs due to sore throat. Noel carries on the show on his own.

05 Apr '00 - US tour starts in Seattle, Noel debuts the Oasis version of Neil Youngs song, Hey Hey My My dedicating it to Kurt Cobain who died 6 years ago today. Kurt placed the line from the song 'It's better to burn out than to fade away' in his suicide note.

17 Apr '00 - Who Feels Love? released getting to number 4 in the UK Charts

17 May '00 - A return to the European tour in Lisbon. They play one more night in Madrid, then Alan White has an arm injury for the Barcelona show so it is cancelled. Noel and Liam get into a huge stubborn fight over Noel's plans for a solo album. The fight gets very physical and Noel ends up leaving the tour and returning to England.

The next 4 concerts are cancelled while ex-Weller guitarist, Matt Deighton, who's never really met Liam joins the group to play rhythm guitar. Gem takes over Noel's lead guitar and the band come back to a storming gig in Milan on 30 May. The next 13 gigs are mainly European festivals until the 1st July when the Roskilds gig is cancelled due to 8 peoples deaths the night before at a Pearl Jam show

03 July '00 - Sunday Morning Call, the last single from SOTSOG. It reaches number 4 in the charts.

07 July '00 - It's officially announced that Liam & Patsy have broken up. Noel says he hasn't seen Liam as happy in ages

08 Jul '00 - Dublin Ireland when Noel returns to join Oasis to an incredible reception at Lansdowne Road in front of a 40,000 packed stadium

21/22 July '00 - Oasis play 2 nights to a packed Wembley stadium with 80,000 each night. They are the second-last group ever to play in Wembley before it is demolished to be rebuilt. The 2nd Wembley show on 22 July is shown on live tv & Liam is blatantly playing up to the camera, ranting between songs

26 Jul '00 - Swiss festival show canceled half way through after thugs throw stones & bottles at the group

29 Jul '00 - Huge Murrayfield show in Scotland followed by another four European festival dates without Noel. On 7 August in Portugal the band are forced to leave the stage again due to more hooligans throwing stones at them.

30 Aug '00 - Amidst huge rumours that a split is to be announced on Tuesday the group play the last 3 dates of the world tour in Reading, Glasgow, then Leeds. The split rumour happened as a journalist asked Noel if they were going to split. He said 'if they were going to split he wouldn't say it till Tuesday after the tour was over. the journalist did the usual cowardly thing of printing that Noel said they were to split with an announcement on Tuesday.

05 Sep '00 - Noel and Meg announce they are to split due to drifting apart over the last year. Again tabloid rumours are full of custody battles and divorce but both Noel and Meg are still very anxious to talk and insist that nothing is definite yet and they are still trying to save their marriage.

Sep '00 - Tailgunner, featuring Oasis producer and live sound engineer Mark Coyle, 'Giants' bass player Paul Stacey and Noel Gallagher on drums, release their debut album.

14 Nov '00 - Oasis release a DVD and video of their huge Wembley concerts from July as well as a double live album of the gig. The album and DVD get some of the best reviews of any of the past few Oasis album releases.

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[sarangmaoai]

After everything... (Thame's POV)

Since EP 11, was heartbreaking, why not create our own happy ending until the actually HAPPY ENDING!

It has been two years since MARS became independent. In the beginning, we struggled to set up our own studio—everyone invested every last penny they had. P'Gam was the biggest investor, with P'Po and P'Baifern also contributing to keep the group afloat. From there, we slowly found stability, and our career has been on a steady rise. This year, we even won Group of the Year at the TNET 2024 Year-End Awards.

That was the night Pepper proposed to P'Gam—right in front of our fans during the acceptance speech. He believed this was the best way to make up for the sacrifices Gam had made because of his relationship with him. Of course, there were negative comments online, but they were drowned out by the overwhelming love and support from our fans. Seeing that, I felt encouraged—so much so that I decided to come out about my own relationship with P'Po.

At first, P'Po was hesitant, worried about how people would react. But alongside the negativity came acceptance, and it was beautiful.

Today is Pepper and P'Gam’s wedding day, and we are all caught up in the excitement. At the same time, we’ve been busy preparing for our ASIA TOUR, our first step towards world stadiums. Pepper, especially, has had his hands full—not only with the wedding but also with leading the group. Ever since I stepped down as leader and passed the position to him, he has been juggling both responsibilities. I do feel sorry for him… but truthfully, he is the most suited for leadership, even more than I ever was.

We are all wearing suits designed by P'Po. After resigning from his position as Creative Director at ONER, he returned to his old part-time job at a suit shop. In between filming our music videos, he spends his time tailoring and fixing suits. He says it makes him happy—doing what he loves, not what the world expects of him.

As for me, I am happy too—spending every day with him, doing everything and nothing at all.

The Wedding Day



The atmosphere is nothing short of magical. The venue, an elegant garden by the lake, is filled with fairy lights and soft music playing in the background. The guests, a mix of industry friends, family. As for the members and me, we are very much excited, witnessing our leader begin a new chapter in his life.

Pepper looks nervous but radiant in his suit, and P'Gam, standing across from him, has tears brimming in her eyes. As they exchange vows, there isn’t a single dry eye in the audience—especially when Pepper says, "From the moment we took that first step together, I knew I wanted every journey, every high and low, to be with you."

When the officiant announces them as husband and wife, the entire crowd erupts in cheers. The reception is lively, filled with laughter, music, and the warmth of people who truly love and support them.

The Bouquet Toss

As the night progresses, it’s time for the bouquet toss. P'Gam stands with her back to the crowd of hopefuls, the bouquet high in the air, as everyone—mostly our friends—gathers excitedly. The flowers soar gracefully, and before anyone else can react, Dylan catches it with both hands.

The crowd gasps and cheers, but before Dylan can fully process what just happened, he turns around—only to find Jun already kneeling behind him, holding out a ring.

A stunned silence takes over the venue.

Jun’s voice is steady yet filled with emotion. "Dylan, we've been by each other’s side for so long… Will you take this next step with me? Will you be my boyfriend?"

Dylan’s eyes widen, and for a moment, he’s too shocked to respond. Then, laughter bubbles up in his throat, eyes glistening with happiness. "You idiot," he says softly, wiping at his tears before nodding. "Of course, yes!"

The venue erupts into applause once again, and just like that, another love story begins under the glowing lights of the most beautiful night.

Suddenly P'Po holds my hand tightly and looked into my eyes—a silent promise that this time, I wouldn’t let go. No matter what came our way, I would fight for us, for our love, and for the beliefs that bound us together against the world.

As for Nano....well he is....

THE END