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ayyy-pee · 2 months

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𝔼𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕕𝕖 𝟘.𝟝 - 𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜

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Pairing: JJK Men x Female Reader

Episode Summary: After a drunken night of binge watching your (least?) favorite show, you find yourself making a grave mistake.

STORY TWIST: READERS WILL VOTE AFTER CERTAIN CHAPTERS TO CHOOSE WHO GETS A ROSE AND MAKES IT TO THE NEXT WEEK. KEEP A LOOKOUT FOR THE VOTING LINK AT THE END OF CHAPTERS

Story Warning: DRAMA, lying and scheming, REVERSE HAREM, profanity bc I can only be me, arguments, fights probably, heartbreak and tears, (more to come)

Artist Credit: momoya348, Umbra3terna, ilameys,maoyaoyao519, _0_0219 Divider Credit: Cafekitsune (Tumblr)

A/N: IT'S FINALLY HEREEEEEE! I hope you guys enjoy this ride (that you're in charge of in later chapters!!!) I'll put up Episode 1 tomorrow after proofreading!!! <3

“God, this show is so stupid,” you mutter, shoving a handful of popcorn into your mouth while you get settled onto the couch.

“Please…It’s so bad, but I tune in to every season.”

You glance over when your friend reaches into your lap and dips her fingers into your bowl of popcorn and grabs a few kernels.

That was the perfect way to describe what was happening now. You’re currently huddled up on the couch, having spent the day binging the most recent season of The Bachelor until you’re all caught up. The new episode airs tonight and you’re eager to see who Joey ends up picking. Will it be Rachel? She’s gorgeous, funny, and her family seems to really get along with this season’s Bachelor. They have great chemistry. Or maybe it will be Daisy? Though you couldn’t see that working out. The girl is a total bore. Or it could be…what’s her name again? The one who looks a little bit like she could be his sister. Ah, whatever.

You’re not sure when you really began to even give a shit about this mess of a show. It’s corny. No one falls in love within a few weeks of knowing each other. And why does one man or woman need to date twenty people to find someone to marry? Are they that unlikeable in the real world? Not to mention, it’s totally unrealistic. Do these relationships even work out once the cameras cut off? Unlikely. You find the entire premise of the show downright stupid.

And yet, you can’t tear your eyes away as this season’s Bachelor takes each girl out on an extravagant date that…you can’t lie, you would love to be on.

Dancing in Malta? Sunbathing on a yacht off the coast of Spain? Getting to see Niagara Falls up close? Sign you up. You don’t think you would stand a chance being the object of everyone’s affection, but you could definitely milk being a contestant for free trips and good food.

“Why can’t he see that Rachel is the best pick here? Ugh, annoying. You know he’s going to give what’s-her-name the last rose.” Your friend downs her wine in one swig and you don’t bother to hold back the laugh bubbling in your chest. She’s all red faced. You’re not sure if it’s from how passionate she is about the show or from the two empty bottles of merlot she’s managed to down practically on her own, but the glowing hue it gives her highlights the thick scar across her face. A product of her line of work, and said line of work being the reason she’s guzzling wine in the first place.

“Maybe take it easy on the drinks, Utahime.”

She hiccups next to you, slouching in her seat. “I haven’t even had that much to drink!”

“You’ve had most of the wine just on your own!”

“Oh my god, you have one or nine glasses of wine and suddenly you’re wasted,” she mutters sarcastically. “I’m fine.”

You roll your eyes, because you know there’s no going back and forth with her stubborn ass when she starts drinking.

The living room dims for about three seconds before it lights back up, the show now having gone on commercial break. The rose ceremony is next and despite shit-talking the show only ten minutes ago, you’re eager for the commercials to wrap up so you can see who goes home. It better not be Rachel. You use this brief intermission to go and get some water for yourself but mostly Utahime so she can sober up.

This has been your routine for the last few weeks. Every Monday night, Utahime comes over, peels you out of your bed and forces you on the couch to chug alcohol and watch this ridiculous show. While you find the entire premise of the show nonsensical, you’re grateful for the time it’s given you with Utahime.

You’re fairly new to the Kyoto area and Utahime was the first person you’d met on your first day at your new – how can you put this? – unique job. You see, you and Utahime both work in the field of Jujutsu sorcery. But there’s about where your similarities in the field stop.

Utahime is an active Sorcerer. She’s an instructor raising up the next generation of Sorcerers, building them up so that they can one day join the frontlines to protect the unaware non-Sorcerers of Japan. She’s strong– a grade 1 Sorcerer. Quite impressive. She could easily knock a curse’s head off if she wanted to.

But you? Well, while Utahime is at the top of the ranks of Jujutsu society, you are what some would refer to as a bottomfeeder – an unranked, unimportant, lowly Window. You’re someone who has just enough cursed energy to see a curse. But can you do anything about them? Not unless you want to end up in the nearest trauma center. So if you’re smart, you’ll do your job and whip your phone out to report it so that the real Sorcerers can handle it.

You’ve been in this field for several years now, but working outside of the major cities of Japan. Transferring to Kyoto was your idea of wanting something new and different. Utahime had quickly taken you under her wing. You were certain it was because she took pity on you. A weak, barely gifted Window. But as time went on, you came to realize that that was just Utahime. She was kind and funny, and had a good heart. Well, except when it came to –

“Hey!” Utahime calls from her spot on the couch. You can hear a slur in her words as she speaks and you know she’s opened yet another bottle of wine from who knows where. “Come here! Look at this!” You peer at the television from the doorway of your kitchen and see Utahime has it paused on a very ugly ad. It’s bright white with a background full of red rose petals across the screen. Your eyes roam over the words.

“THE SEARCH IS ON FOR THE ELIGIBLE WOMEN WHO ARE READY TO FIND TRUE LOVE! DO YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW HAVE THE CHARM, STYLE, AND PERSONALITY TO BE OUR NEXT STAR? IF SO, APPLY OR NOMINATE SOMEONE NOW!”

“Will you hurry up? Come look!” Utahime demands, messily pouring more wine into her glass. But it looks like a normal advertisement to you, so you’re not entirely sure what has Utahime’s interest so piqued.

She beckons you again, yelling “Come here!” So you quickly grab a couple bottles of water from your fridge and head back. Utahime is pointing insistently at the screen. “Look. Look really hard.”

You follow the path where her finger points, shuffling closer to the t.v. to get a clearer look. It takes a moment for you to see it, like really see it, but it’s definitely there. Underneath the last line, hidden from the eyes of those unable to see the horrors that you and those like Utahime can, is another message. You fall to your knees, eyes glued to the tiny additional message floating beneath, glowing with cursed energy that reads, “JUJUTSU SorcererS PREFERRED”.

Confusion slowly takes over your features, the corners of your lips turning down with a frown, a brow arched and skepticism in your eyes. Were you missing something? Was this some sick joke? Were Jujutsu Sorcerers huge fans of The Bachelor or something? You spin around to face your friend who has a look of mischief twinkling in her eyes. You know it all too well, mouth falling open and a finger pointing when you scream “NO” at the exact moment Utahime yells “YOU SHOULD APPLY!”

“Absolutely not!” You must be looking at Utahime like she’s grown two more heads because she looks just as confused as you.

“Why not?! You’d be great on there!”

Maybe she hasn’t grown two more heads. Maybe her brain was swapped while you were in the kitchen because why the hell was she suggesting this?

“Well, for starters, I’m not really looking to date.”

Utahime rolls her eyes, as if that’s just not a good enough excuse. You should just ignore her, snatch the remote from her hand and hit play so you can get back to the show and see who this guy chooses to potentially get engaged to. But for some reason (could be the single drop of wine your friend allowed you to have while she downed the rest), you feel the need to keep listing off reasons to not sign up. “Secondly, I– why would I even want to go on this show?”

Utahime sips her wine, eyes low as she falls into her drunkenness, but you can still see the sparkle of mischief in those brown hues…and it scares you. So you keep talking, chatting away and listing excuse after excuse to your friend, eventually finding yourself back on the couch trying to drive your final point home.

“Besides, they want Sorcerers.” This seems to get Utahime’s attention again, makes her set her glass down as she looks at you.

“I’m sure it’s fine. You are a Sorcerer.”

“I’m a Window.”

“Semantics. You can see curses, can’t you?” Utahime argues.

“...yes.” You shift uncomfortably in your seat. “But I can’t do anything about them.”

It’s not something you should be ashamed of, but there’s just the tiniest bit of you that is ashamed. Because being able to see these monsters and not having the power to do anything about them…well, it feels like a curse in and of itself.

To this, she sighs. “Sorcerers, Windows. They’re just terms used by the higher-ups to keep their stupid, fucked up heirarchy intact.”

You know it’s the wine that’s loosened her tongue. In public, Utahime would not dare to speak so freely. The Jujutsu politics in Kyoto were a lot stricter than they were in Tokyo. Not that that said much anyway. The politics were shit regardless. But Utahime worked closely with those connected to the higher-ups, so outside of this little bubble in your apartment, she kept pretty hush hush about her true feelings.

You watch Utahime closely as she fiddles with her wine glass. She really is beautiful. You think she’d be incredible on a show like this. Which gives you the idea.

“What don’t you apply?”

Utahime leans back, a cackle so loud and abrupt leaving her tiny body.

“No way. I would never date any of these Sorcerers.”

“And you want me to?!” You ask incredulously. You don’t know whether to be offended or not.

Your friend fixes you with a deadpan stare. “You don’t know them the way I do. The only good one out of all of them is Nanami Kento…and Shoko.” She mutters the last name quietly, like it’s a secret that she thinks so highly of her. And maybe it is a secret…the way she feels about the doctor in Tokyo who you couldn’t help but notice has Utahime’s cheeks glowing red whenever she’s mentioned.

“Besides,” Utahime continues. “If I signed up for this and got paired with Gojo –” she shudders at the mere thought of being near the man. “I don’t think I’d be able to keep myself from projectile vomiting just at the prospect of having to kiss him.”

It’s your turn to laugh obnoxiously now, because – “Why the hell would the strongest Sorcerer in a thousand years sign up for this shit? You don’t think he has anything better to do? Like, you know…keep all of Japan safe?”

“Satoru Gojo does whatever Satoru Gojo wants.”

You can’t argue with that. Utahime would know best. She did grow up with him after all. She knew him well. You’ve never met the man, being just a Window, you doubt you ever will. Out of all the Sorcerers, you’ve only ever met Utahime and Principal Gakuganji. You’ve never even met any of the students. You all run in different circles, but that doesn't mean you don’t keep up with the going-ons of the Jujutsu world. Everyone knows Satoru Gojo.

“You should really sign up, though,” Utahime suggests once more. “You might meet a good person. If anything, you’ll get a good vacation out of it.” With that, she stands. It’s clear that the wine is hitting her again, because she wobbles clumsily to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

If it’s anything like every other week before this, you’ll be peeling Utahime out of your bathtub because she will have inevitably fallen asleep.

Your eyes fall back on the hidden message on the television, reading it over and over before you finally just hit play and let the finale finish.

Joey chooses whatever that girl’s name is. You’re only halfway paying attention because against your better judgment, you’re actually thinking about applying to this. But you think the show is stupid, right? Why would you waste your time? But what if Utahime is right? What if you do meet someone? It’s not that you’re against dating. You’re just not actively in the market for romance because you’ve found that dating non-Sorcerers is more stress than it’s worth.

The constant obligation you feel to regulate their emotions so you can avoid the creation of a cursed spirit that you’ll have to call in and do paperwork for? Exhausting. Not to mention, if you ever grew to truly love this person, you’d be overwhelmed with guilt if a curse manifested and harmed them in any way and you couldn’t do anything but watch in horror as you made a phone call.

You’d never really given any thought to it, but perhaps dating a Sorcerer is what you needed. You could end up meeting an amazing man!

But also, semantics or not, you were not technically a Sorcerer. You were simply a Window. Why the hell would an actual Sorcerer want to be with you? Better yet, what were the chances of this show even choosing you as their next Bachelorette?

- - - - - -

Apparently, the chances were extremely high, because one phone call, four video interviews, a nearly five hour drive from Kyoto to Tokyo, and days of promotional video and photo shoots later, you find yourself standing outside of the Bachelor Mansion, donning the most expensive gown that money could buy.

This is not what you expected. Not at all. There is so much going on. You want to run and hide from every single camera you see being propped up. You want to curl into yourself when the lights come on and the director calls, “Action!” And you see some man you’re just meeting for the first time approaching as he speaks directly to the camera.

“...and she’ll be making history tonight as The Bachelorette’s first Jujutsu Sorcerer,” you hear him tell the camera as he stops just a few feet short of you. Tall, blonde and handsome. He looks like an American football player. “I’m Jesse Palmer, ladies and gentleman. Now, let’s meet our Bachelorette!”

He turns to you, wearing a bright smile. The cameras follow, moving closer to catch a close-up of your face, so you smile as naturally as you can and try not to flinch when Jesse moves forward to embrace you in a swift hug.

Jesse calls your name as though you’ve been friends for a long time. “So nice to finally see you. You look great.”

The camera pans down your body and back up to your face. “Likewise, Jesse.”

“How’re you feeling?” he asks.

“I’m nervous! Definitely nervous, but feeling good! I’m so excited for this,” you lie. You’re dreading this process. But it’s too late to back out now. So you just hold your smile, conversing politely as Jesse makes small talk and gets to know you before the first contestant pulls up.

And you hope that if Utahime is watching, she sees the message behind your eyes screaming that you’re absolutely going to kill her.

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cinnibelle · 1 month

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I’m going to vent. Sit tight for an artist’s reflection on the acotar fandom!

I was going to use tumblr to strictly post art (at least on my end) and engage with the wonderful ppl here as well. Except what I’ve been seeing as of late is a lot of abuse (across platforms) and it’s very jarring. As an artist, I understand to make the most of your experience in a toxic fandom is to say nothing and do nothing that bothers those a bit **too** passionate about their opinions. I get it, I’m used to being content fodder from other fandoms. So I am not new to this.

But this fandom is *so* toxic that I immediately understood why artists choose to stay neutral or entirely avoid making art for this fandom at all. I have several art friends interested in the books but won’t touch the fandom with a ten foot pole from what they’ve seen. What I’ve personally witnessed the past few months is genuinely disgusting. The only reason I’m here after being FLAMED on twitter is because 1) I began posting BECAUSE people were so kind and encouraging and I don’t want to leave them and the possibility of befriending others 2) I was fully prepared to be dragged for the smallest offense.

I didn’t want to believe people would be downright atrocious to me for Elain, being starborn, holding the sword that reflects her (as I’ve stated when I paralleled quotes) but that’s what they were: awful. And what I got in turn was: why are you victimizing yourself this is what other artists deal with! Ok?? And!? Why is it appropriate AT ALL. Why is it fine for you to do that? I don’t care what anyone ships, why do you feel entitled to comment nastiness under someone’s art. To directly be in their mentions mocking the concept and the way it looks or how you hate the character. It brings me and others joy.. why are you being ruthless? For a fictional character??

It’s too much. And you know, this is my first fandom experience where the shipping is so extreme. I would’ve loved multi shipping as I’ve done it in other fandoms, I really don’t care for what sort of crack ships people make up (though I have my limitations, I think everyone does. “Notp”.) But you know what I DON’T DO as an adult? Ridicule artists for their work. They are providing content FOR FREE. And if they aren’t, they are gifting you with their expertise and talent. You are scaring people away.

I was afraid of joining and just stayed on the sidelines for months just enjoying arts in peace. I only gave in because I showed some friends some of my sketches and they ADORED it. And pleaded that I post. So I did, and I found many others really wanted me to continue posting. So I do. Were it not for the toxicity, I would’ve drawn all types of ships because I’m genuinely someone that does not care about the ship and if it’s canon or endgame or not, if I like the characters and the vibe- cool. Draw it. That’s the beauty of fanart.

But people are acting diabolically UNHINGED over it. And treating artists like they’re players and they’re revoking sponsorships. Fandom should not be a competition. That is exhaustive and tiring. I shouldn’t have to be fearful of the engagements on my posts. I don’t even have 500 followers yet on ANY of my platforms. And still, I am treated like filth. I need people to reflect on their behavior, recognize if they don’t like something ignore it or block it or what have you and be at peace. Stop giving into negativity and using artists as some pawn- they have feelings TOO! And you really turn them off to a character or a ship or a fandom in general with the way you act.

I have my comments off where I can keep them off because I simply don’t want 1) people arguing in my comments and 2) comments that are generally unhelpful or just shaming me for what I post. But twitter I really can’t help what happens. And tumblr too there’s some limits I can take and a filtering system I can take advantage of but even here people lack etiquette. I don’t understand where people get off acting like mean girls over things people made.

This is the most extreme, unhealthy fandom I have ever been in and I’m really not all shocked when I hear an artist quit and doesn’t want to partake. This is not a competition of who has it worse. Stop bullying artists because they don’t make content that pleases you. Just drop it. I can’t believe I am being called TOXIC for defending myself and my art. And I know who these people are, I know exactly the type of content they themselves post and it’s COMEDY to be telling ME I’m toxic for standing up for myself.

Most artists leave or go silent. That’s what you want, right? Or to antagonize them to the point they really lose patience with you. This is me losing patience: a call to being better. Be the change you seek. It’s funny I have people going at me and in their bio it says “ spread kindness not hate” Pardon??

Seriously, I would’ve liked to explore any theory and a variety of arts despite my preferences but the way people act with what I DO put out, I’m just sour. I don’t even want to expand beyond the two characters I really like because I have a headache already with the “you don’t really care about-“ takes that I’ve seen other artists get when they expand what they draw in this fandom.

It shouldn’t offend you that an artist has a preference and wants to share the things that they found intriguing or makes them happy. And if it does, cry about it in private at minimum. Stop dumping your grief onto the artists. That’s all. Maybe then you will see a resurgence of artists that do content for free (and frequently) or a return of artists who left.

#sorry I’m just shaken and tired #acotar #small artist #bookish

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haeresysabound · 7 months

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A certain cutscene has been circling about on Twitter again, specifically in regards to the fairytale Nahida tells detailing Scaramouche's past as Kabukimono and the events that led to him joining the Fatui, which (perhaps unsurprisingly) got me thinking.

The way Nahida portrays Dottore is simply fascinating.

First of all, she notes that when he takes off his fox furs to stare at his own reflection, he "laments" that he is a monster and the foxes around him are incapable of seeing it. A interesting choice of word, that. "Laments." Not gloats, or crows, or cackles with sadistic glee. He laments - expresses grief and sorrow - that they are incapable of seeing him for what he truly is. She continues with his dialogue in saying that he pities them, yes, so he doesn't exactly hold remorse for his deception, but she clearly portrays him as having a sort of sadness that he cannot be accepted for who he is.

This fits in perfectly well with what we know of Dottore from his interactions within the Archon Questline itself. He does hold bitterness over the Akademiya's inability to accept his genius. He holds a sense of betrayal over being chased out of his hometown with pitchforks for being nothing more than a perfect example of Sumerian intellect. He understands that other people see him as a monster, but Dottore genuinely does not see himself that way and it bothers him.

He tells us in his Archon Quest that he has no intention of being rejected by his homeland for a third time. Dottore does not hate his nation. Not entirely. Some part of him would very much like to be acknowledged by it. He does not strive for rejection; he genuinely seeks acceptance.

Which leads to the next interesting part of Nahida's fairytale: she claims that he finds "solace" in the arrival of Kabukimono; someone he considers to be an outsider like him. Dottore has already accepted that people do not consider him to be a human and that they will only ever see him as a monster, yet he isn't entirely happy about it. He still seeks kinship. He finds comfort in knowing that someone else is as much of a freak as he is - someone who looks human believably enough, but clearly isn't.

I'm in no way entirely saying that Dottore had any desire to befriend Kabukimono, nor that he only ever had positive intentions for him. What I am saying, however, is that Dottore clearly did feel better when he wasn't the only 'monster' among the humans. Someone who was equally as unlikely to be accepted; someone who could, perhaps, understand his world view. Kabukimono was an outcast of humanity as well. Wouldn't that be wonderful, to be outcasts together? To know that he wasn't entirely alone even in his monstrosity?

To find comfort in knowing that he wasn't the only person to exist utterly incapable of being accepted for who he is?

Except, as the fairytale goes on, Kabukimono is accepted. He isn't a fox - he is evidently different; Nahida points out his slim tail compared to the foxes' bushy tails and obviously presents him as a kitten in a clear comparison to humanity that Dottore isn't afforded - yet the foxes overlook those flaws. They overlook the things that make him different and accept him for what he is.

There's a difference here, of course. Dottore is still pretending to be a fox; Kabukimono never pretended to be anything else. It was always going to be easier for the humans in the actual timeline to accept Kabukimono because he wasn't hiding. But clearly, that didn't matter.

Again, I'm not saying that Dottore did everything that followed because of this event. He was at the furnace for a reason and it was highly unlikely to conclude in any other way. But there is something exceptionally personal about the way he ends up enacting the actual plan that definitely would not have happened had Kabukimono not been there.

Because Nahida's fairytale continues by explaining that Dottore is "furious at the happy resolution".

This is the part I find most fascinating. Dottore is furious that Kabukimono finds acceptance. Something that isn't even human is accepted when he, who has always been human, is incapable of being understood and seen and accepted the way he wants to be. But it's more than that. It's the realisation that he is being forced back into solitude. He doesn't have that kinship anymore. There is no longer someone who could possibly understand his worldview. All of the comfort Dottore previously found in Kabukimono's existence is torn away from him so quickly.

At this point, Dottore knows he won't be accepted by humanity. He's already been branded a monster. If he took off the disguise, he wouldn't be welcomed as Kabukimono was; he would be chased away yet again. So copying Kabukimono's approach isn't possible.

What is possible, however, is ensuring that Kabukimono will never accept or be accepted by humanity ever again... which makes it much easier to later recruit him into the Fatui - not as a singular experiment for Dottore's own purpose, but as a comrade. A very purposeful word choice Dottore himself uses when musing aloud to Pierro about his success at the furnace.

The way Nahida portrays Dottore in the fairytale suggests that there's a lot more to him and the things he does than the inherently logical and sadistic mad-doctor curiosity that he more openly expresses. We've already seen it before, in small form, and I've talked about that before as well, but the fairytale takes it to a level beyond what we know from the Archon Quests.

Dottore is human. He seeks acceptance, doesn't understand why he won't be accepted, and is evidently bothered by it. He enjoys not being the only 'monster' in the world. He dislikes it when that kinship is taken away from him, so he takes it back - almost in a reflection of his own acceptance into the Fatui.

And I just think it's neat to see the layers in his character presented this way from the Archon of Knowledge herself.

(Also, not entirely related to the fairytale itself, but I noticed this as I was watching both the fairytale cutscene and the Niwa-Escher cutscene for dialogue, so I wanted to include it as well:

Clearly, Dottore does have an interest in Kabukimono as an experiment. That's essentially his whole point. His conversation with Niwa shows as much; the moment he actually met Kabukimono, he was already planning a way to use the furnace as a step towards obtaining Kabukimono for the purposes of his experiment. But there is something interesting that he mentions - two things, actually - that show the truth within the fairytale portrayal of Dottore.

One is that he thinks it is inevitable for Kabukimono to lose his innocence as humans will always use - and fail to accept - one that is not 'our own kind'.

Two is that he ponders whether gaining Niwa's heart will turn Kabukimono human... before declaring that it's "quite impossible".

Even in reality, Dottore sees himself as human. He accepts that other people see him as a monster - even encourages Niwa to do so out of respect for the man to lighten the blow of falling into Dottore's carefully laid trap - but he does not see himself as anything other than human. At the same time, he doesn't believe that non-human beings are capable of becoming human. Just as the fairytale implies, Dottore doesn't believe that he will ever be accepted by people who don't already see him as human.

I just think it's interesting to think about.)

#dottore #haeresysrambles

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gracefulserpent1207 · 7 months

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I feel like people are forgetting that the SAG AFTRA strikes were not JUST about getting better pay for actors and writers. Another very big benefit of the strikes, that is more overlooked than people care to admit, is protection against AI.

The reason why people overlook the damage that AI does to actors (including voice actors) and writers (as well as many others) is because people just aren't educated enough on it and this is because it is being advertised to be this amazing, technological advancement that will save the economy when it's actually the complete opposite. AI is damaging the economy because it is putting so many people out of jobs. Not to mention the fact that strikes are usually concentrated around getting better pay for people, so when uneducated people hear about the SAG AFTRA strikes, they tend to assume that it's because the actors/writers that are striking are just asking for more money (which they ARE doing and which they have the right to do because the pay they get stinks) and so avoid the other, equally important factors.

There are so many cases where I've seen AI being advertised/used in a "positive" way recently. This included a boy from my college mentioning how he couldn't be bothered to do the homework that had been set, so he just used AI to write his homework for him. Are we really seriously going to allow this to happen? Are we seriously going to allow young people to neglect their education and use AI to fake work for them, getting them target/expected grades that are much higher than what they're actually going to get, giving them false hope?

Another example from what I've seen includes an ad on TV for a new phone that used AI with the camera, and boy did this ad piss me off. Part of the ad sees a group of teens taking a picture, in which they are all frowning, with this phone. They then use the AI included with the camera to edit the picture so that they are all smiling. Why? Was it not easy enough to ACTUALLY smile? If not, was it because they genuinely aren't happy? And if that's the case, should we really be sending a message to TEENAGERS to just hide the fact that they aren't happy and fake a smile instead? Use AI to cover up the fact that you're struggling? No. No we should not.

I know a lot of people reading this probably think I'm reaching or overreacting, but AI does genuinely have a long term effect in these cases.

But I think the most common, most damaging example of people using AI that I've seen is from social media, specifically TikTok but other platforms as well. And this is the use of AI voice filters.

The SAG AFTRA strikes have worked hard to benift actors of all kinds, including voice actors, and the reason I'm drawing so much attention to this fact is because people just aren't getting it into their heads how DAMAGING AI voice filters are for voice actors. Several voice actors have already lost their jobs from being replaced by AI that can replicate THEIR voices, the voices that form part (the most important part) of their identity. Not to mention how damaging it can be for voice actors' dignity to hear their own voice coming from something else, especially considering how this "something else" can replicate within MINUTES what they had to perfect for YEARS. Voice actors put so much effort into getting their voices to be perfect for the role that they're playing, yet AI undermines that effort by imitating those "perfect voices" within minutes. Voice actors actually care about their roles/characters and the fans that love these characters. AI does not. All it does is copy. Yet companies would rather have heartless machines working for them than real life people who actually care about bringing characters to life for fans.

And you wanna know what the worst part is?

Apparently, those "fans" would rather hear AI voicing their favourite characters too.

Because it is YOU (the fans) who create, use and/or like AI voice filters on TikTok/Twitter/Tumblr. It is YOU who cannot accept the fact that your favourite character's VA didn't say the crappy line you came up with at 2am that you commented to them on Twitter, so instead used AI to make the character say it yourself because OBVIOUSLY you're gonna drop dead if you DON'T hear them say that line. Obviously, you can't go on with your life without causing a completely innocent and good person to lose their job AND their dignity for your own entertainment.

Another VERY big issue with AI voice filters is that the majority of voice actors whose voices I have heard being used with AI have specifically said that they do NOT support AI and do NOT wish for people to use AI to replicate their voice. Obviously, some people may not know this, but others do and they choose to ignore it. This does not just go for the people who create the filters. It goes for the people who use and/or show support for it too (such as liking videos that use a filter, etc. ) because you are spreading the use of AI and making companies more aware of it and how easy it is to use, and are therefore causing actors to be replaced. How would you feel if you heard your own voice being used by strangers without your consent for their own entertainment?

So for that reason, I am going to say what most people are just too scared to say:

Fans are just as responsible for the SAG AFTRA strikes for using AI as the companies that have been treating actors/writers like shit for years.

If you have EVER created/used/liked/reblogged/reposted/shared/etc. a video that uses an AI voice filter, please please please PLEASE go back and delete/unlike the video, and NEVER do it again. Do NOT interact with videos using AI voice filters AT ALL. If you get a video on your TikTok fyp, it's not that hard to just scroll past and ignore. If you're still not sure what kind of videos I'm referring to, a good example of a popular AI voice filter that I've seen recently that people need to STOP using is a filter of Luz Noceda (voiced by Sarah-Nicole Robles, who has specifically NOT given consent for AI replications of her voice to be used) and Hunter Whittebane (voiced by Zeno Robinson, who has also specifically NOT given consent for AI replications of his voice to be used) from The Owl House singing She Wolf by Shakira. If you have EVER interacted with this filter, please go back and undo however you interacted with it and spread this message to others.

I'd like to end this "rant post" by saying that I am NOT in anyway an actor/voice actor, but I am an aspiring writer. I remember one day earlier this year seeing something on the news about how companies were considering replacing human writers with AI and how in a certain amount of years, human writers may not even be needed anymore, and this scared the shit out of me because writing has ALWAYS been my dream and I thought my future was over before it had even began.

So in conclusion, PLEASE spread awareness of how damaging AI can be (for actors, voice actors, writers, etc.) and PLEASE make sure to NOT interact with it when you see it being used, unless you are asking another person to stop creating/using/interacting with it. And if you see a VA asking for people to NOT use AI to replicate their voice, just do the bare fucking minimum and respect their wishes. Your life isn't over just because you didn't get to hear Luz and Hunter singing She Wolf. Put the livelivoods of other people before your own entertainment. Thank you.

P.s. I'm gonna tag this post with fandoms that I've seen use AI for replicating voices (to spread awareness), especially if a VA from that fandom has specifically asked for it not to be used. Feel free to reblog and add tags of your own for any fandoms that you think I've missed.

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cindylouwhooo · 6 months

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Chapter One

Gigi’ POV

There’s something about the spring breeze that instantly calms me.

Well, it usually does.

Now I’m just a ball of anxiety, counting down the seconds until I explode.

I’ve been in the studio for the past three days, wasting the time of my producer and assistant during the day, and getting no sleep while twiddling my thumbs and kidding myself that I can write another album at night.

I thought building a recording studio in my Monaco apartment while I stay here would help me. It hasn’t. At all.

And now I’m standing on my balcony, staring out on the packs of people running around the streets trying to get the place ready for the Grand Prix, contemplating whether I could be a good driver—well, just enough to quit my singing career.

I don’t mind the category; I could do F4. F1 Academy too. I’m really simple.

I drop my head on my hand and groan, just when my phone starts ringing from my back pocket.

“What?”

“Tell me you’ve written something.” Ally, my agent, demands through the device.

“I’ve written something.”

“Okay.” She sighs out. “Now tell me the truth.”

“I’m thinking ways of becoming a Formula 4 driver. Do we still have Susie Wolf’s number?”

“Gigi.”

“Ally, I’m serious. I don’t think I have another one in me.”

Ally starts yapping about something, and I put her on speaker while opening Twitter on my phone.

gigimymother

@gigisantos GIRL!!! RECKLESS THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY IS COMING!!!! WHEN’S THE NEW ONE????

santoslover

@gigisantos delulu is the solulu cause i still think Gigi is surprising us with a new album on Reckless anniversary…

—> gigifan girl be ffr she’s forgotten all about us

—> santoslover shut up

—> dannylovesgigi SAME!! i do also believe my ex is still in love with me sooooo

—> sandyford absolutely not, she is SO over…fame got to her and she thinks two mediocre albums are enough to stay rich 🤑

dannylovesgigi

y’all why’s the tl saying Gigi quit music???

“Were my albums mediocre?”

“G, get off Twitter for fuck’s sake and listen to what I’m saying.” I do as she says, mainly because I’m pretty sure she’ll fly from Toronto and strangle me if I don’t. “Time is ticking. And not in your favour. There’s so much i can do to keep you afloat.”

It’s the same speech. Over and over.

The same speech that I hear every time I pick up the phone from her call. The same speech that drove me away from Toronto and onto Monaco and the same speech that has drenched all the inspiration from me. I don’t have anything to write about, no words to turn into a song. And with every speech I hear, I don’t even want to try.

It’s draining. I hate it.

“Look, I know it’s difficult but you have to have something.”

I want to cry, I really do because her desperation is so evident in her voice. She believes in me too much and it’s gonna hurt when I disappoint her at the end of the summer.

The phone vibrates against my ear a couple of times and I take that chance to get out of the phone call with my doomed future.

“I gotta go, Ally. Something’s come up. I’ll call you later, okay?”

I end the call before she can butt in and let out the longest sigh in the history of the world. I see my best friend’s name on the screen of the phone and inevitably smile the biggest smile at the words on her text.

francis the king

you, me, alcohol 🍷

tonight

no is not a good enough answer

~ ~ ~

Strangely, the sweaty, already drunk people distantly surrounding our table made my mood quite quickly. Flashes of light spark every other second and I’ve become all too aware of the fact that it’s my first public viewing in a while.

My best friend is nursing on her drink while rolling her eyes at her boyfriend that’s on the phone with her, and I giggle at her facial expressions.

She’s incredibly in love, yet acts like Pierre is bothering her on a girl’s night out.

“Yes, I’ll call you at the end of our night…no we won’t call an UBER…okay, okay. Bye.” She ends the call abruptly and with the biggest, most dramatic sigh. “Okay, now we can start having fun.”

“I was already having fun.” I giggle.

Spending time with Francisca is honestly the only time I feel without the baggage of the third album looming over me. The bartender brings us the second round, and two extra shots on the house, accompanied with a wink for both of us.

“He’s cute.” Kika whisper-yells close to my ear over the loud music.

“Uh, oh. Trouble in paradise with Pierre?”

She rolls her eyes and slumps on my shoulder. “I meant you, dumbass.”

I know she did. But no.

It’s not like I’m cancelling love out of my life, but even entertaining the thought of going through the stages of finding someone and everything that happens after I’ve found someone decent, makes me want to hurl.

“The only man in my life is the imaginary one I created in the studio in order to spike my inspiration to write that damn album. His name is Tim.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Am not!”

“Shut up and drink.”

“Amen.”

~ ~ ~

Four rounds and five shots each later, we’re laughing at our lives and wiping the runny mascara that’s dripping on our cheeks. I don’t know what time it is but I can definitely feel the early stages of a good hangover that I’ll be having once I wake up.

But I wouldn’t change it for the world. Because four rounds and five shots later, I feel ten times better than I did when Ally called me earlier. And not because of the alcohol, but because Kika has lectured the insecurities out of me. She spent our girls night out talking to me and listening to me go on and on about my block and the expectations I’ve put for myself—I talked about shit I wouldn’t admit out loud.

At the end of the night, we’re clutching each other outside of the club and laughing so loud, heads are turning to look at us.

“Jesus, your boyfriend might be fast on track but he’s taking his sweet time getting here.” I pout and drop my head on Kika’s shoulder. “If I make a joke, like, ‘didn’t know you were as slow as your single seater’ will he cry?”

Kika laughs as she slips and grabs me tighter to not fall. “Yeah, he’ll probably cry.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Well, now I feel betrayed.” Pierre’s voice reaches us and Kika bounces off me to jump on him. He grabs her immediately and twirls her around, breaking my heart and making me the happiest person at the same time.

gigisantos …

gigisantos girls night was a success 🍷🍾🎉 @francisca.cgomez

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gigiismother give us the new album!!!!!

santosloverrrr girl, get in the studio

pierregasly thank god i arrived in time

—> gigi @pierregasly shut up tripod

gigisantoslvr love her relationship with pierre 😍

f1fanlover why’s lando in the likes???

—> gigigigi because she’s friends with the drivers?

—> f1fanlover yea but they barely speak

francisca.cgomez my soulmate ❤️

As I drop my still clothed body on my bed, a million lyrics fly through my head. Melodies and words swirl in my alcohol infused mind, suffocating me at once and frustrating me as I forget one by one in the aftermath of a night out at the club.

~ ~ ~

#f1 imagine #mercedes amg f1 #mclaren f1 #fanfic #f1 smut #lando norris fic #lando norris smut #f1 social media au #f1 x oc #f1 fanfic #lando norris #f1 #incorrect f1 quotes #formula one instagram au #formula one fic #formula one imagine #lando norris imagine

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itsclydebitches · 1 year

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A new stupid Ted Lasso drabble? Oh worm? 👀

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

It was too early for this shit.

Roy turned to find Ted staring intently at his computer screen, with Twitter—no fucking wonder he was losing his mind at 7:00am— encroaching on the Richmond desktop. Across from him Beard licked his thumb and deftly flipped a page of The Secret Garden. Had they planned this?

“Yes,” Beard said, not bothering to look up. Ted let out an explosive breath and smiled, like Beard’s promise of worm devotion meant fuck all when they had actual shit to do. Keeley was still waiting on a statement. Rebecca had a small library for them to sign. Higgins— Roy shuddered—wanted to talk finances in half an hour.

Which meant that instead of prepping for any of that in any way, Ted’s gaze crept towards him.

“Fuck no,” Roy barked.

Ted pouted. No, no, if Phoebe couldn’t sway him with doe-eyes at the tender age of six then Ted Bloody Lasso wasn’t going to do it around a fucking mustache. Roy set his teeth against the sliver of an apology trying to force its way out. “You’re a worm,” he said, as if that explained it all. Because dammit, it did.

“What kind of worm?”

Head jerking, Roy schooled his look of betrayal at Trent taking this seriously. He had his glasses off and everything, tap-tap-taping against his mouth as he stared contemplatively up at the ceiling.

“Uhhh...” Ted consulted the digital hellfire, but apparently no answers were offered up. Figures. “I don’t know. Just a worm? Are there a lot of ‘em?”

“Oh yes. Well over twenty-thousand last I checked.”

Roy twitted involuntarily. Twenty-fucking-thousand? And how the hell did Trent know that? Was he the goddamn worm whisperer? Made sense, given what a spineless pest he was.

Not anymore a voice whispered, sounding suspiciously like Ted. Yeah. Fine. He’d changed or what-fucking-ever. Roy growled and resigned himself to a worm lecture as penance.

“Worms are as varied as any species,” Trent was saying, curdling Roy’s stomach with every word. He took his pen out, mindlessly twirling it as he gathered his thoughts. “Silkworms, tapeworms, the humble earthworm. They seem quite simple on the surface and yet they’re a vital part of our ecosystem. Forget the bees; remove the worm and you risk a near total collapse of our agriculture. Ah, and did you know that the leech is a worm? Certainly they’ve been invaluable to the medical community as a natural anticoagulant. Science will always advance, but sometimes all you need is a good old-fashioned blood sucker—”

“Stop,” Roy groaned, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. Trent glanced over, one eyebrow raised.

“The point—sorry, my editor is always on my case for ‘overly verbose prose.’ As if she’s one to talk with those emails—the point is that if you were a worm, Ted, you would remain just as valuable a member of society as you are now. Of course we'd still love you. And why shouldn't you remain a part of our lives? I would determine your species and then set about finding a suitable environment for you. One that, hopefully, we would all be able to visit with frequency. However, if you’re a tube-worm I’m afraid you’re, well, shit out of luck, if I’m allowed to be crass. None of us are going anywhere near a hydrothermal vent and that’s even if I knew how to swim. Most land-living species would be doable though.” Trent bit his lower lip, considering. “If you were a worm I’d research everything I could about your nutrition, enrichment, life cycle. Given the magical nature of these events—I assume in this hypothetical you weren’t always a worm, yes?—I would take steps to ensure you were well looked after, should your life extend past mine. Luckily, Amelia already had a fondness for all things creepy and crawly, so I’m sure she’d be thrilled to receive you in the will. In the same vein, I’d use whatever contacts I still possess to connect with the leading researchers in Nematology and Helminthology, see if we couldn't find some way to communicate with you. I have no qualms about you being a worm, Ted, but I would miss our chats.” Trent smiled, a little wistfully, and then shook himself like a man coming out of a dream. “Why do you ask?”

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” Roy said, thunking his head down on the keyboard. Whatever these two nerds had going on he needed to bottle it and sell the shit. He'd make a fortune.

Ted let out a strangled noise. “No reason,” he said, clearing his throat. “That’s a mighty kind offer of yours, Trent, and I do appreciate it. Yes, ma'am, I do. I suppose you could say I—”

“Don’t,” Roy growled.

“—wormed my way into your heart?”

And he was done. Nearly tripping himself in his haste to leave the office, Roy unfortunately still saw the high-five Beard gave Ted—complete with a “Booya!”—and the heart eyes Trent was sending his way, fierce as fucking laser beams. Honestly, they were disgusting, the lot of them.

Still, that question was going to haunt him now...

“Wonder if Keeley and Jamie would love me if I was a worm,” Roy muttered, ignoring the look Higgins cast him and the question of where he was off to with their meeting on the horizon. Fuck finances. Worms didn't care about finances.

Roy took a right towards the exit, towards KJPR, and hopefully an answer half as romantic as the dork's.

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Tedependent #Ted Lasso fic #Roy/Keeley/Jamie #apparently I enjoy writing Roy suffering from Tedependent nonsense lol #also is there a ship name for that disaster trio?#they deserve one

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starandcloud · 11 months

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42!Miles Headcannons

I am on a kick of Spiderverse, so Tumblr gets it-

Miles has separation anxiety with you, which got a lot worse when you started dating, him being the prowler and all

He cannot handle the sound of guns, it makes his anxiety race.

He'd never admit it but he genuinely likes your company, like he'll deny it then go out of his way to find stupid reasons to hang out with you. Which his mom plays into. Miles: Aye, Idiota. Come over. My mom misses you. Y/N: Ooookay? Rio, hugging Y/N: Y/N I've missed you, how've you been? Are you feeling okay? Have you been eating enough? Y/N, laughing: I'm okay Mrs. Morales, thank you for worrying about me though Miles: *Absolutely smitten by how you interact with his mom*

Leaves you gits randomly, like if he's out on a job with his uncle and he sees something he knows you'll like he'll swipe it (and leave money) and either leave it on your desk or put it on your window sill. You've yet to catch him

He HAS stopped and watched you sleep when he left you a gift, not in creepy way more like a "God... They're so perfect..." His eyes, hidden behind his lil mask, softened on you. He only left because the hallway light flicked on and he panicked. That was the loudest he had ever fled from somewhere, he didn't even close your window.

He is really artistic too, he has dozens of sketches of you in his sketchbook. You're his favorite thing to draw

Don't get me wrong, I'm a sucker for Miles wanting to kill someone for you. But he would only think it, he'd never actually act on those thoughts. He couldn't bear the weight of taking a life, even if it was for you. He's a vigilante, remember

As terrifying as he seems, Miles is a HUGE baby when it comes to getting hurt. He'll act like he's fine, but when he's with his Uncle or Mom he cries. Like ugly cries, he's a huge baby-

Has Trypanophobia (The Fear of Needles), hates the sight of them and cannot handle it when he has to get shots

When he cannot handle anything anymore he goes to his dad's Mural and just sits there, he doesn't talk or make any noise. He just sits against the brick, sometimes he cries, sometimes he doesn't but he's always there late at night so no one really sees him

He doesn't talk to anyone he actually has a crush on, like he's flirty as hell with everyone but the person he actually likes he's really blunt and distant. Like a dumbass

I can 100% see Miles being Omni, like he could like anyone as long as he's close to them

We all know Miles' sleep schedule is FUCKED, he's a Vigilante, he doesn't get to sleep much due to everything being at night. But he still gets good grades and sleeps when he can

This is literally one of his posts on Twitter and you CANNOT tell me otherwise-

He isn't really bothered by people who're taller than him, or people who are a few inches shorter. But if you're below his chin he's wary, he's heard enough from Ganke not to mess with people that short. "They have to climb to get things, I don't wanna mess with someone who climbs counters.

I can see him being taller than 1610!Miles, cause 1610!Miles is 5'8" so I can see 42!Miles being anywhere from 5'9 to 5'10". Like it's not a noticeable difference if you're not paying attention, ya know?

Miles does Photography, but it's more of a hobby. He doesn't plan on turning it into a career, but he does it when he's got the chance, his posts look like this

Bubbly_Rose and Vanilla.Coffee.Addict. Are both his mom, different accounts to support her son. Best mom 100%

Miles has dozens of playlists on spotify, most of which are for his friends and family.

Cat person but has a german shepard named Luna

Had dreads ONCE and decided he hated them, so he stuck to his braids

Miles can cook, really really well. His mom and him used to bond through cooking and now it's something he does when he's stressed or upset

Depending on how tired Miles is, is how he sleeps. If he's just a lil sleepy, his legs are kinda bent and his arms are by his head, HOWEVER, if it was after REALLY tiring job with his uncle he kinda just falls onto his bed and sleeps like that

He usually doesn't go to anyone for comfort and comforts himself unless it's really bad then he goes to his mom or (if he really REALLY trusts them) his significant other

Miles has a tendency to flinch/move away from any form of touch that's not from his mother. He gets pins and needles if he's not expecting a touch and it is almost painful, I wouldn't say he's touch-starved but with his mom working so much it's easy to see that he would be

The one thing that brings Miles' to tears is watching his mom work herself to the bone and never being able to take a break. It makes him so mad that he can't help her, without it being obvious, that it reduces him to tears

He cries when he's mad

He hates it when people go through his things or move them. He has everything in a place, everything has to be perfect. Major OCD when it comes to his room, it's his space and he wants it perfectly clean

Miles takes really good care of himself, he keeps himself in shape (outside of being the Prowler) and makes sure to eat and hydrate right

Miles. Is. A. Huge. Softie for little kids. He acts like he can't stand them but the minute he's flashed a toothy smile from a little kid, he can't help but smile back

He considers a few people who aren't family, his family like Ganke

His idea of "A Perfect Vacation" is going anywhere with his mom and Uncle. It could literally be a trip to his Paternal Grandmother's house, and as long as his mom isn't working he is perfectly content

Miles tends to bite his nails and chew on his lips when he's nervous

By FAR the strangest thing Miles has ever seen was one of his classmates straight up touching their eyeball, that happened when he was 13 and it still freaks him out

Miles accepts advice relatively well, he doesn't show it but he does

He hates most pictures, but there was a few that his version Gwen took of him.

He is horrible at talking to someone he's got a crush on, like worse than 1610!Miles ;-;

Miles wakes up before his mom, when she's home, and makes her breakfast, he eats, showers, and goes to school, comes home, does his homework, goes to his boxing class (curtesy of Uncle Aaron), and depending on the day either goes on a job or goes to sleep

He has a few scars on his face from one of the first few jobs he was on when he wasn't far enough away from a bomb when it went off

Ocra. He CANNOT with the texture of it.

He loves stormy weather, its relaxing to him

He loves Fall and winter, the crisp air makes him smile

As a way to waste time, he goes to the gym or draws

When Miles wakes up from a nightmare, he kinda just lays there until he puts his headphones on and falls asleep to whatever song he's listening to

Miles collects little doo-dads from the street, it gives him something to fidget with

Miles knows English, Spanish, and French. He had to take a second language class and he COULDN'T take Spanish, so he's relatively fluent in French

Miles is the type of person to give someone the tightest most affection hugs, like even if he's just friends with the person. Hugs are like "I love you"s for Miles, they're sparing things from him

If Miles had three wishes from a genie he'd wish for: 1. His mother to either be paid more or for her to work less 2. His city to have less issues 3. To talk to his dad again

CROSSOVER: Miles is a gryffindor, with a Kingfisher Patronus and an 11.25 in Applewood wand with Unicorn hair ((I don't support J.K. Rowling))

Miles saw you in his clothes once and it MELTED him, he physically leaned against the wall and smiled stupidly

If you don't typically wear glasses (despite needing them, like my dumbass) and you wear them around Miles. The first time he saw you in them, he was distracted enough he walked into a wall.

Miles will protest being called cheesy things likes "Babydoll", "Pumpkin" "Sweets", "Bubba", "Light of My Life", "Tater Tot" (this happened ONCE, "Sunshine", "Dumpling", "Bambie", and "Babyface". He genuinely loves it when you call him that. Specifically: Babydoll, Pumpkin, and Sunshine. He still likes the other ones but loves those more.

#earth 42 miles morales #atsv #atsv drabble #beyond the spiderverse #miles morales #twins au #the prowler #atsv prowler #miles morales prowler #prowler miles #miles morales headcanons #earth 42 miles morales headcanons #miles morales earth 42 #miles g morales

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irisintheafterglow · 10 months

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hi!! so i just want to say your writing is so beautiful and fun, and i LOVED reading your rockstar!gojo imagine!!!! is there any possibility of you writing a part 2 to that anytime soon?

much love and thank you! xx

thank you for the ask!! HELL YEAH LETS GET THIS SHIT i love writing this imagine so much

"hi, pretty. you off work yet?" his blindingly beautiful face takes up your entire phone screen at a heinous angle. his forehead took up about 80% of the camera with unsettling blue eyes and an elegant nose added on as an afterthought. he looked stupid, but somehow it made you miss him even more.

you shake your head, rubbing your eyes in the dim lights of the break room. "not yet, no. i got asked to work overtime since one of the associates called out for a family emergency." disappointment pangs deep in your chest when his smile falters for a moment, but it's back in full force just as it disappeared.

"ah, that's alright. make that bank, baby." his encouragement has you smiling like an idiot and it only makes you feel worse. you wanted to skip the shift so badly it was making you hyperventilate; but, you couldn't, not if you didn't want your boss to deny you that raise.

"i'm sorry i'm not able to make it."

"don't be. i'll just be singing a little extra passionately tonight." he winks a twinkling eye at you and it makes you feel a little lighter. he wasn't angry. he never was. irritated and isolated sometimes, sure, but he never raised his voice with you. he never made you feel like a burden despite carrying the world on his shoulders, too. "when you see everyone go crazy on twitter, know i'm thinking of you."

you roll your eyes a little at his antics. tonight wouldn't be the first time satoru caused unrest on social media and it wouldn't be the last. it was only a few nights ago that he misjudged the timing of going out to dinner and had to throw his jacket over your face to conceal your identity while you ran hand-in-hand to the car. you thought it was a close-call, that no one would bat an eyelash.

the fans, to put it plainly, lost their shit.

within the hour, "WHO IS HE WITH" and "WHAT THEF CUK" were trending globally. many update accounts made matching profile pictures, one photo of your boyfriend with a dazzling smile and the other of you looking like you're getting held for ransom. you apologized profusely to ijichi, who spent the remainder of the night quieting the media firestorm trying to expose your identity. perks of dating the most adored musician of the time.

"i think a part of you relishes in the chaos you cause, satoru."

"what can i say? chaos is in my blood." you snort, only to check the time and grimace at your break soon ending. several miles across the city, his focus flicks to the side, offscreen, and he does a discreet little nod to who you could only assume was suguru. it was almost time for them to go on, but he was keeping the crowd waiting because he wanted to keep talking to you. sappy motherfucker.

"punctuality definitely isn't. you gotta go play." he huffs in protest and jumps slightly when shoko bangs on the door of the dressing room, telling him to get off his lovesick ass.

"fine, just because i wanna see you sooner. not because shoko told me to."

"you're hopeless."

"only for you," he grins, standing and looping the wire of his in-ear monitors around his ear. they were custom made, one side bright red and the other electric blue. you accompanied him to the appointment where they fit the foam into his ears, which entailed lots of oh, ew and what the fuck this is so gross. you let him hold your hand the entire time like he was a child in a doctor's office. now, you were cursing corporate for withholding your raise and preventing you from chilling backstage while your boyfriend flirted with thousands of people. none of it bothered you, though. his heart was yours from the moment he sat next to you.

"i love you!"

"i love you more."

"i love you most. see you at home, gorgeous."

yk that one part of miss americana where tay is running backstage and looking for joe and she says "i couldn't find you and i got sad?" yeah. that's what it's like at the end of satoru's shows.

likes, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated <3

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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The Insincerity of the Stars

Suguru Getou

[Chapter 18] Lost Sense

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Pairing: Suguru Getou x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Praising

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Suguru’s heart beats faster at the thought of you. There’s so much love in his heart for you. When he wakes up, his first thought is you, and when he goes to bed, his last thought is of you. The thought of you brings him so much comfort, yet he hates it.

He hates it because he tries everything possible but you refuse to get back with him. He doesn’t understand why, although you’ve told him why. He doesn’t understand why he’d give his whole life for you, yet, you refuse to do anything with him. But you’ve slipped a couple of times. He’s sure he can get you to completely fall. He has to think it through carefully.

He has to play the long game, yet he’s at his wit’s end. He spends so much money on flowers, chocolates, teddy bears; a lot of stuff that you love. He can’t keep spending so much money on someone who won’t bother to give him another chance. Although he doesn’t realize how many chances you’ve given him.

He nearly gives up, until he catches you walking to your car after work. For a moment he debates on just leaving. But he ends up calling your name before saying, “Wait up!”

You don’t know why, but your feet come to a stop. You turn around to see him, and you watch him walk up to you. You give him a subtle smile as he walks up to you. Your smile, even though it’s not necessarily a happy one, cheers him up.

“Are you busy tonight?” He asks when he comes up to you. You bite your bottom lip before you shake your head. You know you should just lie before he invites you to go out, but you decide not to. You stand in silence for a moment before he decides to ask, “Do you want to do something?”

“I’m so tired. I just want to go home.” You respond and he slowly nods. You chew on the inside of your cheek before you decide to speak up, “If you want a drink, you can join me at home…”

“Oh.” Suguru is taken back by your suggestion. The one time he doesn’t really try anything, you suggest this. Of course, your offer doesn’t necessarily mean anything. For all he knows, you just need a drink and a shoulder to cry on. Which is something that he can take advantage of. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

“You know how to get there, right?” You question. He nods in response, fighting back a smile from coming to his lips. You begin to walk away, and he watches in disbelief. Is the universe finally on his side?

You get to your apartment way before Suguru, so you begin to tidy up the place a bit. It isn’t a big mess, but it does need some organization. You don’t understand what’s taken over you, but you want to see him again. He’s so sweet with you, and you feel like giving him a chance. Well, not necessarily a chance, but you do want to be able to speak with him again.

Or maybe it’s just your loneliness that’s taken over you. Suguru gives you the attention you crave, or at least he’s trying to give it to you and you turn him down. You keep thinking about why you’re really doing it even though you want to dismiss it. You don’t want to think about it. It’s best for you if you avoid thinking about it.

It’s been around ten minutes, and he still isn’t here. He doesn’t know which exact unit you live in, so you decide to step out of your apartment and go outside the building to wait for him. You’re eager for him to get here, and you don’t fully understand why. You notice his park as he parks outside the building, and you patiently wait for him to get out. It feels interminable as you wait for him.

He finally steps out of the car and walks towards you with a bottle of wine. It seems like he made a quick stop which is why it took him longer to get here than expected. He gives you a small smile. You don’t exchange any words before you walk away, and he follows.

You get to the apartment, and take the bottle of wine from him, setting it down on the kitchen counter. You look for two wine glasses as you tell him, “Make yourself at home.”

“Okay… Thank you.” Suguru takes a seat on your couch. He wonders what the hell happened to you, not that he minds. Maybe his efforts have finally paid off. He looks around the apartment while you pour the wine. It’s decorated beautifully, and the aesthetic really suits you. Not to mention that you have a great view from here. Nothing too magnificent, but regardless, a very nice view.

“Here.” You walk to him and give him a glass half full of wine. He takes it, a thank you leaving his lips. You end up taking a seat next to him, which surprises him. What surprises him is the fact that you had the option to sit elsewhere, but you’re inches away from him.

“How are you doing?” He can’t help but ask. This behavior from you is certainly weird, so he wants to make sure everything is okay. Maybe it’s the fact that he hasn’t tried so much. If it’s that, he should’ve stopped trying much sooner. He’s assuming that more will happen tonight. He isn’t too far off. You wouldn’t invite him over for nothing.

“I’m good… A little busy, but that’s it. It’s how it usually is.” You tell him, an ingenuine laugh escaping your lips before you bring your glass up to your lips. You look over him, your face getting warm as you take in how handsome he looks. Maybe that was why you invited him over in the first place. “How about you?”

“Yeah. Me too.” He responds. You begin to make small talk, not wanting to get into bigger and heavier topics because it’d kill the mood. Sincerely, you have so many other important topics to talk to him with, but you both know better. It’ll get you upset, and then you won’t get what you want from each other.

The small talk gets boring after a while, and you both rely on your drinks. Until your glasses are empty. Suguru doesn’t know if he’ll be staying the night so he doesn’t want to drink more than what he can. You stand up, grabbing his glass to fill it up again. Before you can walk away, his hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you.

“Make it clear for me. Are we going to do anything? As much as I love spending time with you, I can’t make any more small talk.” He says, and you bite your bottom lip. It makes you realize that you don’t have that much to talk about other than your past problems. But that reminder isn’t still enough to make you back out. He lets go of you and you put both glasses down on the coffee table.

“You won’t let it get to your head, right?” You ask, looking down at him. He shakes his head, even though he knows he will. This will just confirm that he does have a chance. He stands up and you grab his hand. You lead him to your bedroom, and he can’t fight back the smirk that comes to his lips. You get into your bedroom, and push him onto the bed. You get on top of him, your lips going on his.

Your tongues press against one another while his hands begin to wander around your body. He won’t waste any time. He begins to ride up your skirt before his hands rub over your clothed cunt. He pulls away from the kiss, kissing down your chin and to your neck. He begins to suck on your neck, attacking that one spot that makes the sweetest moans leave your lips.

He pushes your panties to the side, two fingers running through your folds. His fingers begin to circle your clit, while his mouth continues to suck on your neck. Hearing how you sound on top of him is like music to his ears. He stops playing with your clit and sucking on your neck, putting you down on the bed. He gets on his knees on the floor and forces you to spread your legs.

“What a pretty little pussy.” He comments before he spits on it. His tongue runs up and down your cunt before it fixates on your clit. His tongue flicks it repeatedly while he presses two fingers against your entrance. He pushes two fingers in, and you bite your bottom lip to not make an audible reaction.

He begins to suck on your clit while his fingers curl inside your cunt, doing what he knows you love. He wants you like putty under his touch so you’ll come back over and over again. He’s slowly coming to the conclusion that he can’t live without you, so he has to keep you hooked. And the only way is to do what you love.

“Suguru-” You moan as he curves his fingers so they press against your sweet spot. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. He’s so eager with everything, letting you know that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are. It’s really no surprise to you though, Suguru absolutely loves eating you out. He always has, which is a trait you’ve always adored because it benefits you greatly.

Your hands go to his hair, and his free hand undoes the bun that keeps his hair together. He lets you pull his hair, and finds joy in it. His fingers pick up speed as your moaning gets louder and louder. You taste so sweet on his tongue, the same as always. He fucking loves the taste.

“Oh– It’s so fucking good, Suguru.” You shut your eyes, out of breath already. You’re reaching your peak and Suguru doesn’t have any intention of stopping until he knows that you’ve came. You get louder and louder as you approach your orgasm, and you finally finish, your legs spasming. He keeps going until he’s had enough, taking his fingers out but his mouth is still sucking on your clit.

He pulls away and stands up, and the face you see when he’s back into your gaze is a face you want to remember forever. Hair messy all over his face, eyes dark as he looks down at you. He begins to kiss you heatedly, and one of your hands goes behind his head while the other begins to feel the bulge that’s in his pants. When he pulls away, he lays back down on the bed. He begins to unzip his pants.

“Want you to ride me, baby. It isn’t fair if I do all the work, now, is it?” Suguru takes his cock out, and once again, you get on top of him. Your hands land on his chest, and you begin to unbutton it. Suguru begins to position his cock to your entrance, too impatient to actually wait for you to finish unbuttoning his shirt. Sure, he wants you to do the work, but he doesn’t think he can wait for you to finish unbuttoning his shirt.

When you undo the last button, you feel his cock slowly enter your cunt. Every single inch fills you up, and you have to wait a moment before you begin to move on his length. Your hands hold on to his chest for support as you move. His hands go to your ass, and his nails dig into your flesh while he praises you, “You’re doing such a good job, baby. What a good girl.”

“Anything for you.” You mutter as you bounce on his dick. Your sex brain manages to bury all other thoughts, which is something that Suguru knows. Something that he’s taken advantage of a couple of times.

Suguru can’t help but admire how beautiful you look on top of him. He loves the sight. He loves this. He loves everything about this and you, “I love you.”

You ignore his words, too focused on moving on his length and reaching another orgasm. That’s why you wanted him here in the first place. At least that’s what you’ll tell yourself. One hand goes down to play with your clit while you move, and when Suguru notices this, he begins to move for you.

“Oh– Fuck, Suguru!” You can’t help but moan as he picks up a pace that you certainly couldn’t go at. You certainly love it more like this though. And he adores the face that you make as you adjust to the pace he’s set.

You look down at him, watching how his eyes are so fixated on your face, admiring your every future. He looks so handsome in this position, but you don’t admire him all that much. Your body rathers admiring the way he moves in and out of your cunt.

“What a good fucking girl.” He praises you while you throw your head back, letting your moans out freely into the air. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as another orgasm threatens to overtake your body. His nails dig into your flesh so hard that he draws some blood from it, but neither of you notice it. Your body is overtaken by pleasure, the pain not felt. Or at least not as strong as the pleasure.

“I’m gonna–” You bite your bottom lip, so close to finishing. The sound of your skin smacking is very loud in the room, but somehow the moans that leave your lips overshadow it. Your legs spasm, your nails digging into his chest unconsciously as you come around his cock.

“Good job.” He continues, feeling ecstatic by the way your cunt wraps around him. He wants to feel this every night once again, and he’s going to get it back. That’s what he thinks about when you’re on top of him, your pussy wrapped around him. “Fuck–”

He comes to a stop, and his cum fills you up. Neither of you say anything as you take his cock out of your cunt. You lay down beside him, and unlike last time, you don’t say anything. Because you know it’ll happen again.

It’s inevitable.

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austin butler - into you [part 4]

warnings ; this does indeed contain smut and lots of it

prompt ; in which fate keeps bringing you and austin together. or, in which you two finally figure it out.

a/n ; i cannot BELIEVE this is the final part of this series :( im gonna miss it so much!! and for that, i present to you a two part smut (its literally 11k words) i have fed yall for eons and this is the grand finale. also - the word ‘dress’ has links attached to it so u can see what i envisioned the reader wearing at the events (quotev core) thank you guys so much for sticking with this series. <3 with that said, enjoy!!

part one | part two | part three

It had been a month. Thirty days. That’s how long you had gone without seeing Austin. Well, not exactly. You did see him; on the cover of magazines, interviews, etc. By far, your favorite source was Twitter, where you got a front row seat as to who he was dating at the moment. Last week, he was seen with Kaia Gerber. This week, it was some other random girl who’s name you didn’t even bother to remember. I turned down so many girls for you, he had said. Clearly, he was okay with reaching out to them again. Yet, with you, it was stone cold silence. To be fair, you had never responded to his heartfelt text message. You also might have blocked his number. You did mean to reply. However, days ticked by and you kept ‘meaning to’ respond, but never actually did. Instead, you let your eyes stare at the message for hours before crying some more.

You also spent most of your nights crying over the pictures of him with other girls. He looked happy. In theory, it was what you wanted for him, but after spending the past two years learning about his favorite childhood memories and the foods he only ate when he was drunk, you hated the idea of anyone else having him. You also despised the idea of someone touching him like you had. Or, even worse: him kissing someone like he used to kiss you. Pretending you still didn’t harbor feelings for him was proving to be more difficult than you thought.

“You ready to go?” Your best friend, Megan, spoke from the bathroom of your apartment. She was your date to the W Magazine’s annual party, and seeing as you had no new suitors in your life, you thought it was best to go with a friend. Your publicist had offered numerous times to set you up with someone, but you declined, saying ‘it was no use to spend time with a man you wouldn’t like.’

Nevertheless, you were ready. Well, sort of. You were still sitting on your bed in your black dress, mindlessly scrolling through the pictures of Austin with his new girl of the week. Megan rounded the corner, sighing when she saw you still on your phone. “[Y/N], we have to stop doing this,” she sat down next to you, taking your phone out of your hand and turning it off. “Why don’t you just reach out to him?”

“It’s not that easy,” You muttered. You meant that. The fear of rejection was far greater than anything else. You didn’t want him to tell you he had found someone better who was ready to love him the way you couldn’t.

“He told you he loved you, and I really think he meant that! No one says that during sex AND in a text message if they don’t feel that way about you,” Megan scoffed, rubbing your back soothingly as she comforted you.

“I know he loves me, I do,” you played with your hands in your lap, staring down at the floor. “I just wish I hadn’t been stupid enough to not tell him I love him the way that he loves me, and want to be with him.”

“Listen, I’m not gonna tell you everything’s going to be okay. But, what I can promise, is you are the most beautiful person ever. You are an amazing actress and friend, and the world needs to see that tonight,” she stood up, placing her hands on her hips. “Now, are you gonna get up and do a twirl for me, or do I have to make you?”

You pursed your lips, looking up at her. You appreciated the kind words, knowing she had the best intentions. It was just hard to imagine yourself smiling for the cameras and posing on a red carpet. “If I have no choice-“

“No, no, no,” she grimaced at your words. “That is not the spirit. There are going to be hot men galore at this event, and you mean to tell me you’re not the least bit excited?! Who’s to say you won’t meet your soulmate there tonight?”

These were very true words. Although your hope for love was slim to none at that point, there was no way you were going to win an argument against Megan. She had seen you through your worst breakups, but deep down, she knew she had never seen you this depressed over a man before. Megan knew the basics of the story between you and Austin, but didn’t want to pry and open a can of worms. Mustering all the courage you could, you stood up, meeting her height in your heels. “If I don’t meet my soulmate tonight, I’m blaming it on you.”

She chuckled, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “You can do whatever you want as long as you get in that car downstairs. I promised your manager we would be on time and we’re definitely not going to be.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I made the same promise to her,” you laughed before grabbing your handbag and following her out the door of your apartment where your driver waited for you patiently. The two of you hopped into the car, jamming out to music along the way. You hadn’t been to a red carpet event in over two years, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You forgot what it was like to be under the bright lights, to have camera flashes blinding you. It used to be a drug for you, to have that much attention on you at once. Now, it just felt like a chore. It was almost as if Megan could sense your nerves, and she reached out to place a hand on top of yours.

“You got this tonight. I am going to be right there with you every step of the way. Not only because I want my picture taken, but also because I love you,” She smiled, and the first part elicited a giggle out of you. You knew she was right. You had been doing red carpets since you first entered Hollywood, and you knew how to excite a crowd.

The car screeched to a halt, and you heard the screams of commoners that were barricaded behind silver bars. Once you saw your supporters, you knew it would all be worth it and you would be reminded as to why you adored being an actress. You gave Megan a knowing smile before exiting the car, your driver propping the door open for you. Almost immediately, cameras began to capture your glamorous exit from each angle. “[Y/N]!” They yelled out, all trying to get your attention simultaneously.

“Oh thank god, there you are,” your manager rushed up to you from around the corner, rolling her eyes as she checked her watch. “I knew you were gonna be late so I lied about the time you had to get here. At least now you’re on time to pose on the carpet.”

“Bad time tonight,” Megan spoke up from behind you, eyebrows pointing towards you as your manager seemed to catch her drift.

“Great, perfect, fine,” she said, slowly walking you towards the beginning of the carpet. “Remember, big, big smiles! You’re a big Hollywood actress and there are talks about new movies you’re going to be in next year so I need you alive and ready to answer all questions.”

You knew the drill. Pose where they told you to, answer what they wanted to hear. You nodded in agreement, flattening out your dress and tossing your hair behind your shoulders. You strutted towards the entrance of the carpet, turning around to look at Megan for support again. She smiled, giving you two big thumbs up. I can do this, you told yourself. I am okay. Tonight, I am okay.

And, with that, you took your first step onto the carpet. “[Y/N]! [Y/N]! Look this way!” Photographers yelled at you from all angles, and you focused your eyes straight ahead, smiling slightly as you posed for the cameras. You always made sure to give them a show, and you blew multiple kisses to the cameramen. You saw your manager and Megan had migrated to the opposite end of the carpet, waiting for you to finish your photoshoot. However, for one moment, you basked in the glory. You were on top of the world. You finally felt as if you were back where you belonged, and nothing, or anyone, could take that away from you.

Your manager beckoned you to come over to the end of the carpet, and you waved goodbye to the crowd walking over. “That was amazing, babe! You look so good, the magazines tomorrow are going to eat this up.”

“I hope so,” you grinned. “That was the best I’ve felt in years! I forgot how much I love-“

You were interrupted by Megan’s incessant tapping on your shoulder. You scrunched your eyebrows, turning to look at her. She gulped, leaning down into your ear, “Please, please do not turn around. We are going to go inside and have a good time. We are going to drink lots of champagne and get drunk.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You rolled your eyes, looking behind her to see what she was talking about. Sure enough, you wished you hadn’t.

Austin Butler stood on the red carpet in a black suit, a silver chain adorning his neckline. He looked amazing. He smiled and waved at the cameras, and it seemed like he knew exactly how to pose. He always knew what he was doing. Despite him being humble, there was no denying that he was going to be the most attractive man at the event that night. Your vision went blurry, mind reeling as flashbacks of your relationship with Austin flew through your brain. Your heart could barely contain itself in your rib cage. You knew you had to see him again at one point, but tonight? Tonight was the first night you were ready to allow yourself happiness, and it was all crumbling down. The weight of a thousand bricks felt as if they had collapsed onto your chest.

Soon enough, he had caught your gaze.

He froze in his tracks, mouth slightly gaping open as he took you in. Your black dress had a slit in it that showed off enough of your leg to leave it up to imagination. Red lipstick ran across your plump lips, hair done in perfect curled waves. He thought you looked stunning. You immediately looked away, incessant curse words flying out of your mouth. “Oh my god, it’s [Y/N] and Austin! Come together for pictures!”

You were sure you were going to strangle the cameraman who just said that. However, you had quite literally no choice or say in the matter. Before you knew it, your manager was side-eyeing you, nudging you in the direction of Austin, the man you were pretending you weren’t desperately in love with. It felt as if time had stopped completely. You re-entered the carpet, ready to give the performance of a lifetime. Because, now, with about 10 cameras around, you two had to pretend as if the last two years had not happened. You had to act as if you weren’t longing for his touch, to ask how his day with, to hear his laughter again. At that moment, you two were just co-stars. Nothing hurt more than that. You finally reached him, and he smiled at you feebly as he snaked an arm around your waist, smiling for the cameras.

No tears. No crying. You had to repeat it to yourself twenty times. You smelled his scent before, but now, it felt like daggers to your heart. You had all these secrets about him bottled up inside of you, and now you had to pretend like it meant nothing. After what seemed like forever, you finally removed yourself from his embrace, thanking the camera and nearly jogging off the carpet. Austin knew better than to chase after you and yell your name, although, that is all he wanted to do. You grabbed Megan’s hand, and she gave it a firm squeeze as you two entered the event. Loud rap music echoed from the speakers, and chatter bounced off the walls. “Are you okay?” Megan whispered in your ear, coming out as more of a small yell.

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head. “But I will be after I get a drink.”

“That’s the spirit,” she patted your back, leading you to the bar area where you both ordered ‘extra strong’ vodka cranberries. You surveyed the room, hoping to see others that you knew. Among some of the attendees were Andrew Garfield and Jamie Dornan, faces you recognized almost immediately. One of the most thrilling things about being a celebrity was the extravagant parties that were always happening, and it was usually filled with familiar faces; from movies or red carpet events.

“How is everyone here so attractive?” Megan screamed into your ear as you both downed your drinks, ordering another round soon after. It was true, everyone there was beyond gorgeous. You and Megan went back to searching around the room for anyone interesting, and your heart almost flew out of your body as you saw Kaia Gerber in the corner, making friends with some other actors.

“You have got to be kidding me,” You closed your eyes, taking another sip of your drink. Megan looked over to where you were looking previously and widened her eyes at the sight of the model.

“Oh my god, do you think they came here together?” She asked innocently, feeling buzzed off the drinks she had consumed.

“I really fucking hope not,” you finished your second drink, motioning to the bartender to make you another one. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they did, though. He was spotted with her 2 weeks ago.”

“Jeez, you really have been stalking him,” Megan crossed her arms over her body, standing in front of you to block you from staring at Kaia. “Listen, we just need to dance and forget about him. If he wants you, he’ll come get you. And if not, we will find you someone hotter at this party.”

You were starting to feel a buzz throughout your whole body, so you let Megan guide you to the dance floor. The DJ was playing overplayed music that allowed you to dance to all the lyrics. It was just the right kind of moment you needed with your best friend. Laughing at each other’s dance moves, you both swatted off multiple men trying to join in on your little dance circle. However, despite the constant distractions, you managed to make eye contact with Austin as he talked to Kaia.

You didn’t want to let him get to you again, so you just ignored it. It was proving hard to do that because you could feel his eyes burning holes into your body as you danced to your favorite song. He didn’t want to look at you. He wanted to focus on what he had in front of him, to see if you still cared about him and make you jealous. He just couldn’t stop looking at you. And you really hated the way his eyes felt on you. By accident, you made eye contact with him again, and you watched as he broke your gaze, leaning in to kiss Kaia. You couldn’t even register what was happening, and you didn’t even want to bother being in his presence anymore. Without letting Megan know too much, you tapped her shoulder, causing her to pause her dancing. “Hey, I’m gonna catch some fresh air. I’ll be right back.” She nodded, resuming right where she left off.

You exited the doors of the event, taking deep breaths to try and calm yourself. You saw the sign for the restroom, and you deemed it best to hang out in there before you had to go in again. It was too early for you to leave, and your manager would have a fit if you even tried it. You could barely get a chance to open the door to the single-stalled bathroom before you felt a hand on your waist, gently pushing you into the bathroom. Whipping around, you came face to face with Austin. “What the fuck are you doing in here?!” you quipped immediately, “This is a bathroom.”

“This is the only way I could get you to talk to me,” He retorted.

“Get out of here!” Your voice raised in a threatening tone, however, he seemed unnerved by your words. He knew you did not mean it. “You can’t just follow me in here and expect for us to just have a grand ol’ chat.”

“[Y/N], I just have some things I want to say-“

“No, no,” you moved towards the bathroom door, trying to make your escape, but Austin blocked the door as soon he saw you migrate in that direction. “Just let me through! I don’t want to talk to you, don’t you get it? We have literally nothing to talk about.”

“You really believe that?” He chuckled sarcastically.

“Yes, I do,” you spoke through clenched teeth. “You need to go back out there to your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he rolled his eyes. He knew you were going to be difficult, and he hated to admit that was one of the things he loved most about you. You always stood your ground during situations, whether it be in his favor or not. “We’re just hanging out because my publicist set us up.”

“Yeah, and I bet you’re having fun with that,” You tried to move past him again, but he gripped your shoulders, placing you in front of him. You shrugged his grip off your shoulders, clenching your jaw and looking away. “Holding hands, kissing all over the place-“

“What, are you jealous or something?”

You were. You had never been more jealous in your life. The thought of him holding and kissing Kaia pained you more than you could admit to him. The past month, Austin had taken note that you weren’t photographed with any men. In fact, social media hadn’t been an accurate source on you, because you had gone MIA after flying back to the U.S. He had tried tracking you down to see what you were up to, but you had made it nearly impossible.

“No.”

“You love lying, don’t you?”

“Oh, go fuck yourself,” you shoved his shoulder, hoping to get access to the door, but that didn’t get you very far. “Austin, I’m really not in the mood for this. I was having a good night-“

“Doing what, staring at me and Kaia?” He couldn’t help but crack a small smile. He knew what he was doing to you, and in a way, he almost enjoyed your incessant cat-and-mouse game.

“No. Enjoying my night with my friend, which I would love to get back to doing.” You were definitely lying again. Knowing that he was willing to trap you in a bathroom left you with some, to put it nicely, rated R thoughts. However, you knew it was wrong to do that to Kaia. You just wanted him so bad.

“Listen, [Y/N], I’ve tried reaching you numerous times. I tried calling you, texting you, I even reached out to your publicist. So, if trapping you in the bathroom is the only way I can talk to you, then so be it,” he took a step towards you, and you couldn’t even move. You were glued in your spot. You had blocked his number after he had texted you while you were on the plane home, so you weren’t made aware of any advances he made towards you.

“What is there even to talk about?” You questioned, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I know you love me. And honestly, I’m very in love with you too. I don’t want to play these games with you anymore,” His eyes pierced into yours, and in that moment, you felt tiny. You knew everything he was saying was true, and you wanted to do better and be better but you weren’t sure if you were there yet.

“So what if I love you? It doesn’t mean anything, Austin. It’s still not going to work between us,” You reminded him.

“[Y/N], I want to make this work. Please. I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since our last conversation,” He took one more step towards you, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. “Do you want me?”

Your voice was no louder than a whisper. “I-I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t- I can’t. I don’t know what I want,” you tried to keep your composure as you took in his scent, his pheromones bouncing off the walls.

“I want you. And I don’t want just the sex. I want the cuddles at night, I want the ‘I love you’s’ I want the dinner dates. I know it’s scary for you, but I want to show you that it doesn’t have to be,” He reached out to move a strand of your hair behind your ear, and you looked up at him.

“Do you want me?” He repeated.

“Austin, it’s not that simple,” There was no going back now. He already had you in too deep.

“Why can’t it be?” He retorted, his hand moving to prop your chin up, never breaking eye contact for a moment.

“You want me?” You had to hear his answer, although you knew what it would be.

“Yes.”

He didn’t hesitate for a second, knowing that if he waited a minute too long, you would panic again. Deep down, every part of you was itching to kiss him again. Oh, how you had missed the feeling of his plump, pink lips against yours. “We shouldn’t do this, Austin,” his lips were now mere inches away from yours. The tension in the room was palpable, you could cut it with a knife. You couldn’t. You shouldn’t. But, he had set your entire body on fire and you couldn’t look away from his piercing gaze.

“Why not?”

You gulped again, his hand still grazing your chin. “Because you have a girl out there waiting for you.”

“This isn’t about her. This is about me and you, right now,” He replied, tone down to a whisper. Lips almost touching, he murmured, “Say the words, and I’m yours.”

You didn’t have to say the words. He already knew your answer. With one look at his lips, you found yourself leaning forward and messily pressing your lips against his. He fell backwards against the bathroom door, leaning behind to lock it as his other free hand found your waist. Hoisting you up with one arm, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he navigated towards the sink countertop, setting you down gently. Your legs remained around his waist, lips never wavering away from him for a moment. You pulled him in as close you possibly could, trying to feel as much of him. His hands moved to cup your cheeks, guiding you as he slipped his tongue in between your lips, and you felt your body become electric again. You had craved this feeling. You needed this.

He began to kiss down your neck, and little moans fell from your mouth as he pushed your chin up. He sucked on the sweet spot in the middle of your neck, leaving something that was sure to raise eyebrows tomorrow. You didn’t even care if anyone saw it, you were too lost in the pleasure to care about anything anymore. “I want to make sure everyone knows you’re mine,” His tone had darkened. You cupped his face in your hands, kissing him again with as much passion as you could muster. You had never missed anyone more than you had missed him.

“I need you,” You spoke in between kisses. Fuck your ego, fuck your self-respect. All of it went down the drain when he was kissing you. He reached behind your back, slowly and teasingly unzipping your dress. His shirt and blazer were nearly torn off his body, anticipation seeping through your bloodstream.

“This dress is an absolute stunner, by the way,” he whispered in your ear as it dropped to the floor below the sink. “Nearly came in my pants the minute I saw you in this.”

You were left in your matching black corset that was worn underneath your dress, and black lace underwear. Austin’s eyes glazed over your body, hunger clouding his vision as he pulled you back in for a passionate kiss. His hand moved towards your neck, lightly choking you as his lips danced against yours. “Get on your knees, baby. Need to see your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”

The wetness that had pooled in your underwear grew at his words, but you obeyed him immediately, getting off the sink and feeling the cold tile against your knees. You palmed his erect cock through his dress pants, looking up at him seductively through your eyelashes. He groaned at the look in your eyes. “I missed how hard you would get for me,” you spoke softly, slowly unzipping his pants to reveal his boxers.

“It’s all for you,” His voice crackled slightly near the end of his sentence as you pulled down his boxers, his erection falling out, red and throbbing with precum. You dropped your head down to lick his pulsing tip. Austin let out a low moan as he studied you intensely. His hands gripped your hair as you slowly sucked the head of his penis into your mouth. You moved at an excruciatingly slower rate, dipping a little further. You then took him out of your mouth, only to pause, establish direct eye contact, and go even deeper the next time. Austin trembled as you swirled your tongue around his tip, which you knew was his most sensitive area. "Fuck," he had to hold the countertop next to him to keep from falling over with ecstasy.

He'd never forget how it felt to have you all to himself, seeing how you looked with his member within your mouth. As you began to move up and down faster on his cock, all he could think about was how your mouth felt better than he remembered. He ached to be buried so deep inside of you, making you scream his name and letting every single person at this event know who you belonged to. Austin refused to take his gaze away from you, and he couldn't take it any longer. His hand pressed against your head, allowing you to delve deeper onto his cock.

Austin grabbed your hair in a sloppy ponytail, causing you to move quicker. He moaned and closed his eyes before bucking his hips and ramming into your mouth. His tip started hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. His eyes shot open wide at the sound and sensation it created around his cock. Your lips swallowed the entirety of his member. If you kept going at this rate, Austin knew he wouldn't be able to last. His stomach muscles tensed, and he soon recognized the familiar sensation. As you licked a stripe on the vein on the bottom of his length, he felt himself twitch in your mouth. Noting that he was close, you removed your lips from him, wiping your mouth with your finger and taking a taste. “You always taste so good, baby.”

Slowly getting up, you leaned in to kiss him again, and he tasted himself on your lips. He needed to be inside of you, now. You pulled away from his lips, smiling at him coyly before kissing down his neck. He appreciated the teasing, but he had never craved to be buried deep inside of you like this before. “Oh,” he moaned softly, like putty in your hands. You placed your lips back on his, stumbling backwards onto the countertop of the sink, where you found yourself sitting upright. Austin moved in between your open legs, sliding your panties to the side, pressing two fingers to your bundle of nerves. You jumped at the contact, biting your own lip to contain the moans. He began to rub circles around your throbbing core, and you threw your head back, letting a few moans fall from your lips. Austin knew exactly where you needed him, and wanted to get you there as fast as he could. “God, sweetheart, you’re always so wet for me.”

He watched as you squirmed under his touch, and he stuck one finger into your entrance, causing curse words to exit your lips. He thought you looked gorgeous during this moment, when you were losing control of yourself. “Please, more,” you whimpered, and he obeyed, sticking his index finger into you. Pumping them in and out of you, he curved his fingers to meet your g-spot, and you yelled in response. Your entire body shook with delight, and you could barely hold yourself together. He was hitting your sweet spot while simultaneously rubbing your clit. It was all too much for you to handle as you felt yourself get lost in the pleasure. Stars washed over your vision as you screamed out his name along with other profanities, streams of liquid exiting your body. He watched as you squirted onto the countertop, your legs shaking incessantly as you rode out your high. He had never seen you do that before, and he was about to come just from the sight.

Before you had a chance to gather yourself, he pulled your legs towards the edge of the countertop, slamming into you with all his might. You gripped the edge of the sink, your clit still throbbing and red. “Austin!” You screamed out as he overstimulated you, burying himself so deep inside of you he could’ve sworn he saw his member reach your stomach. You leaned forward, clawing down his back. “Oh my god, baby, I can’t-“

“Take it,” he spoke firmly. You had no choice but to listen, your walls still clenching from your previous orgasm around him. He suddenly pulled out of you, helping your limp body off the sink as he posed you in front of the mirror, your back to him. You took the moment to look at the two of you in the mirror. Sweat beaded at his forehead and your makeup was a disaster. He ran a finger through your folds, smirking to himself when he realized you were still dripping.

Pushing your back down, you gripped onto the sink, facing the mirror as he positioned himself at your entrance. He put just the tip in, not letting himself get carried away like last time. “Please,” you begged for mercy. He looked up and met your eyes in the mirror, fisting your hair and putting it into another messy ponytail. Slowly but surely, he dove deeper inside of you, feeling your tight walls engulf him. You both moaned at the feeling at the same time. Austin began to pick up his pace, watching as his cock slid in and out of you with ease.

“Look in the mirror while I fuck you, princess,” He demanded, and the sight in the mirror was enough to drive you crazy. You were bent over the sink as he pounded into you, gripping your hair tightly in his hands, your tits bouncing. As you both watched yourselves in the mirror, you realized how you two adored each other. The way you looked in the moment was so submissive. You were submissive for him.

“You look so pretty with my cock deep inside of you,” He paused his movements for a brief second, thrusting at an agonizingly slow pace. He knew he was hitting the spot where you had craved him the most. He never wanted anyone to fuck you like this ever again.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” You said as he picked up the speed again. You watched him in the mirror, sweat glistening on his shoulder blades as you caught him losing himself in you.

"Fuck, sweetheart. I'm not going to last much longer," he whispered, his voice breathless and desperate. His thrusts became sloppy, and his eyelids clenched shut as he concentrated on pursuing his release. "I'll fill you up all the way. You're such a good girl for me."

He leaned forward, his hand clamped around your neck as he brought you to his face. He kissed you, a sloppy kiss to match his clumsy thrusts. He broke away again, his face contorting in delight. "I missed fucking you like this," you stammered before his cock jerked inside you, white, hot sperm shooting from the tip deep into your core. The heat of his fluids poured into your entire being, your body convulsing from the pleasure. The words you tried to say were drowned out by a shamelessly loud moan of his name that Austin made no attempt to muffle. His hips gently moved higher, allowing the juices that had flowed out of you to combine with his own.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out as he almost fell into you, his head falling to your shoulder as you both tried to regain yourselves. You didn’t have any words besides those three little words he wanted to hear. You knew you had to overcome your fear, because you had realized that the thought of living without him was worse than the fear of heartbreak. Deep down, you knew he would never do anything to intentionally threaten your relationship.

“I love you,” You blurted out, and he perked up immediately, head moving up to make direct eye contact. A cheeky grin spread across his face as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. He had been aching to hear you say it first. It was all the confirmation he needed to pursue you romantically. “I love you too,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Your happy moment was short-lived, however, as you two were startled by loud knocks on the door. “[Y/N]! I swear to god if you’re in there, I’m going to lose my mind!” You both eyed each other in horror before Austin slowly began to laugh. You slapped his arm, slowly putting your underwear back on.

You inched towards the door, unlocking it carefully as you pried the door open just enough to see Megan’s angry expression and hide your half-naked body behind. “Hey…bestie,” you smiled feebly.

“Don’t you dare ‘bestie’ me! What the fuck are you doing in here? Do you have explosive diarrhea or something-“

Megan stopped in her tracks as she made eye contact with Austin behind you. She immediately put the puzzle pieces together, her face contorting as she realized. “Oh, you have got to be kidding.”

“How about you give me a second and then me and you will head on out?” You smiled again, closing the door inch by inch before it finally was shut and locked. A moment of silence was heard between you and Austin before the two of you simultaneously began laughing hysterically. You felt bad for Megan, you did, but you definitely didn’t regret the look on her face.

“The look on her face!” Austin said between laughs, pausing to wipe his tears. He bent down to pick up his dress shirt, and you struggled to put your own dress back on while giggling.

“I basically deserted her at an event where she knew no one, so I actually do kinda feel bad,” you turned your back to him, motioning for him to zip your dress back up. “She’s gonna be mortified forever.”

He turned you back around after he zipped you up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You know, I feel like for all your troubles I can at least take you out to dinner.”

For once, the fear that always resided in your heart wasn’t clouding your judgement. You didn’t want to make the same mistake as last time, because you knew he was the one you wanted to be with. You needed a fresh beginning with him, and there was no better time than the present.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him in for another kiss before saying, “I would actually like that very much.”

Dinner was nothing short of a success. If people were hoping to hear a Hollywood love story, you two might have taken the cake. All the delicate ways he spoke to you, comforting your fears and reminding you that he loved you was enough to allow you to open yourself up. He watched as you became his confidante, his best friend, and most importantly, his lover. He had asked you to be his girlfriend after 2 weeks of consistent dinner dates, not even bothering to check in with either of your publicists, the excitement too much for him to bear. Austin loved you the best way he knew how; unconditionally. Realistically, the two of you had to keep your relationship quiet since you didn’t want anyone to think it was a publicity stunt for Elvis.

Telling the man who made it all happen, Baz Luhrmann, was a different story. You had called Baz one night after dating Austin for a month, deeming it an acceptable amount of time before telling your close inner circle. He had raved about how much he loved the two of you, saying ‘I knew it’ the whole time. Austin had tried to beat you to the bunch by calling Baz during your call, but you just loved saying the words, “Austin and I are dating.”

No one outside of your circle knew about your relationship, not even your parents or friends. It was better to keep it professional so people did not assume. Austin hated it, however. All he wanted was to hold your hand in public, or post you on his Instagram for the whole world to see your beauty. He had begged you numerous times for just one picture, but you knew better and told him to be patient. Plus, you enjoyed having him all to yourself in your bubble. The movie premiere for Elvis was about a month and a half away, and your lives would be in a frenzy after that.

The Met Gala was something you had been invited to for three consecutive years until the pandemic hit. You were not new to the scene of extravagant parties disguised as charity events. Your stylist had been working day and night to find you a perfect dress for this year’s theme, and after much trial and error, you found a dress that you loved. It was a stunning gold dress with embellishments, and Austin nearly fell out of his chair when he saw you at your fitting. This year felt different, however, as you would be attending the Met Gala with your co-stars for Elvis. You and Austin were to be front and center of every camera.

Nerves were striking the two of you like never before. You also had been warned by both of your publicists numerous times to not show any sort of affection outside of friendship. Even the slightest of touches could be taken the wrong way. Now, the two of you did not follow the rules. You two were always doing things you weren’t supposed to be doing, so everyone was on edge. Austin just hated the idea of someone thinking you were still available.

“Baby, I’m back!” You heard Austin’s voice ring out from behind the walls of your bathroom in your shared hotel room, where you were being zipped up, poked, and prodded by multiple stylists. It was the night of the Met Gala, and you had sent Austin out to get you a small snack while you were getting ready. He was already adorned in a gorgeous black Prada suit, and you had only thought to yourself how lucky you were after you saw him. You wanted your look to be a bit more of a surprise, as you were getting all dolled up for the event.

“Don’t come in yet,” you warned as your makeup artist put the finishing touches on your face. “I’ll be out in a second, I swear.”

“I feel like you’ve said that thirty times already,” Austin’s voice traveled closer towards you, just outside the door of the bathroom. “I just want to see you! I’m sure you look stunning, angel.”

You blushed at his kind words, your makeup artist, Dana, gagging and rolling her eyes. Giggling at her reaction, you stood up from your chair as she began to put away all her makeup. You looked in the mirror, falling in love with the person you saw. Your team did an amazing job helping you prepare, and you had never felt more confident to tackle the red carpet. With a deep exhale of excitement, you swung open the door to reveal your boyfriend waiting patiently. His eyes immediately widened, jaw slack as he took you in. “I- oh my god, [Y/N]. I-I, just, wow.”

“Do you like it?” You did a little twirl in your dress, and he caught you in his arms after your spin.

“You are literally the prettiest girl I have ever seen,” He pressed a kiss to your cheek softly, laughing when he heard Dana complain about ruining your makeup.

“This is probably the first time I’ve ever been excited and nervous to go to the Met Gala,” you fixed a strand of his hair that had fallen in front of his face. “The only good thing is we can get drunk later.”

“We’re absolutely getting hammered on Anna Wintour’s dime,” He chuckled before the chaos of the event sunk in for both of you. Both your managers were flying around, making sure you were going to be on time for your separate photoshoots and red carpet engagements. This year, you were heading to the event with the cast of Elvis, with a special sighting from Priscilla Presley. That excited you the most, since you had spent a lot of time with her preparing for the role. The car ride to the event was nerve-wracking, with Austin squeezing your hand and kissing your temple to calm you down. You hated that once you exited the car, not only would you be separated, but you would also be expected to act as friends and nothing more.

Nonetheless, you were an actress. You could pull off playing another role for a night. Plus, running around and hiding? A turn on for both you and Austin. The fear of getting caught ignited something in him you had never seen before.

“You look beautiful, my love, don’t forget,” Austin kissed your cheek one more time before allowing himself to sink back into secrecy. Soon enough, you were greeted by thousands of flashing lights as you exited your car into the night air. Baz, Austin, Priscilla, and Catherine Martin were all behind you. You immediately wanted to reach for Austin’s hand, but instead, you waved to the crowd. Ascending up the lavish stairs, you turned back around to wave again, allowing yourself to get your picture taken numerous times. Austin watched from below the steps, falling more in love with you, if that was even possible.

It was taking all his strength to not run up the steps and kiss your luscious lips. Even when you two had finished taking pictures and answering questions from interviewers, he still wanted to mount you right then and there. But, he knew better. He knew he would have to wait, or he could make the wait worth your while.

Plus, these events got a little boring sometimes.

You walked through the exhibit in the museum, entranced by what you saw. It was truly beautiful. Austin trailed not far behind, hands clasped behind his back as he watched the way your hips swayed in your bodycon dress. He could barely contain himself. He reached out, placing a hand on your waist when no one was looking. You looked up to meet his eyes, turning to him and whispering, “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah,” He nodded, gulping harshly as he looked down at your doe eyes. You looked so innocent and it took his breath away. You had no idea what kind of pain he was going through trying to keep himself together at the event. He removed his hand from your waist quickly when he saw someone turn in your direction. You scrunched up your brows at his reaction before turning back around to walk into the dinner portion of the event. You two were seated at the table with the rest of your co-workers, however, Austin had a different kind of hunger brewing.

Austin pulled out your chair for you, and you thanked him before settling down. You barely got a chance to even sit down before he already had a hand placed on your thigh under the tablecloth. Your dress had a small slit in it where your bare skin was showing, and he was taking that to his advantage. His fingers ran over the bare skin, shivering. You immediately swatted his hand away, widening your eyes at the contact. Hoping he would get the hint, you turned away to observe your surroundings.

That did not stop him. He instead placed his hand right where he had before, gripping your thigh hard enough to make you exhale a breath. “Austin,” You whispered, your eyes trying to avoid his. He was compelled to you in every way possible. “You need to stop it.”

“Why?” He leaned in, whispering into your ear. “I can’t help myself.”

You shuddered at his words, the fear of getting caught causing your stomach to do somersaults. “Don’t do this to me now. Not here.”

His hand slowly moved up past the slit of your gown, approaching dangerously close to where your nude lace underwear adorned your bottoms. With a deep inhale, you clamped your thighs shut, reaching out to chug your glass of champagne. If he kept this up all night, you wouldn’t last very long. He let his hand linger, stagnant as he began to strike up a side convo with Baz. Thankfully, the lower half of your body was covered by the tablecloth, so you were sure no one could see what he was trying to do. Too many thoughts were running through your brain, struggling to ignore Austin’s lengthy fingers near your dripping core that burned with angst.

He watched as you squirmed in your seat, in awe with the way he held so much power over you with just one touch. You also couldn’t stop thinking about what you couldn’t do, making you want to do it even more. He gave your upper thigh a right squeeze before ending his conversation with Baz, leaning in to whisper, “You think I can’t feel you clenching your thighs, baby?”

You inhaled a deep breath before turning your head to shoot daggers into his eyes. This charade could not last any longer. You excused yourself from the table, taking your glass of champagne and walking around the event to entertain yourself with other people. Austin stared at you from afar as you spoke to other actors, and he twitched with jealousy when he saw the way they looked at you. You even got as far as touching some of them, knowing Austin was still glaring at you. As the event went on, more people stood up from their tables to converse with the other attendees. Austin took this opportunity to walk up to you, pulling you aside for a moment, “So sorry to steal her, we’ll just be a second,” He had said to the man you were talking to.

He tried to guide you to the dark corner of the ballroom discreetly, where you would be hidden from the other guests (and your publicists) as much as possible. However, there were a few telling looks from others. He led you up against the wall, eyes darkening as he looked down on you. There was a glow in your eyes, different from what he normally saw. You loved having the power. He just wanted to snatch it from you. You toyed with the collar of his suit as you maintained eye contact, “It’s so hard to spend this much time away from you.”

“It is,” he nearly croaked. His whole body went limp. “You look so fucking beautiful in this dress and everybody wants you, but they don’t know you’re mine.”

You leaned into him a little more forward, letting your cleavage fall out even more from your fitted gown. Your hand slid down his chest, and he watched your freshly manicured hands as they traveled. He was in a trance. “I know. But, I know I belong to you. They can look all they want.”

He looked around carefully before cupping your face in his hands. “I’m going to make sure you don’t forget that tonight, darling.”

Your lips were tingling, begging to be kissed by him. The wetness that pooled in your underwear almost dripped down your inner thigh. He looked away from your eyes to look at your lips, and he leaned in a little more, brushing them against yours. Your eyes begged him to make that move, to push into you and give you some form of contact. Instead, he whispered against your lips, “Just wait until we get home and we have more than 5 minutes together.”

And just like that, he pulled away from you, causing you to gasp abruptly. He winked at you before walking back into the event, causing you to stand there and try to smoothen yourself out. You watched as he began to talk to some of your other fellow actors, and you were trying to figure out how to act as if you weren’t hot and bothered. The night dragged on, with stolen glances between you two as you tried to keep yourselves occupied, in agony. You had never been in heat like this before. It felt crude to be so promiscuous at an event like this, but it was thrilling to watch him crumble as you did things to tease him, such as showing a young group of men how to tie a cherry stem with just your tongue. His jaw clenched with jealousy, ignoring the conversation he was once apart of.

He then had the luxury of watching you twirl your hair and bat your eyelashes flirtatiously at another men, and that’s when he might have lost it.

Austin stomped up to his publicist, asking shortly. “Am I allowed to leave yet?”

She squinted her eyes suspiciously, before slowly nodding and saying, “I mean, yeah, I guess you can-“

She barely could get the words out of her mouth before he was walking up to you and grabbing your arm. You were shocked by the display, looking up at him and smirking as you realized why he was being so rough. He nearly dragged you out of the doors of the Met, dropping your arm as soon as he saw photographers lingering around. Austin looked around to find his limo desperately, as he was already rock hard in his dress pants and needed to be inside of you at that moment. All he wanted to do was touch you, but he couldn’t because of those damn photographers.

His driver finally turned around the corner and you two wasted no time clambering into the backseat, windows tinted. Austin reached out to shut the window that connected the two of you to your driver. Once you were both out of earshot, he grabbed your face and firmly pressed his lips against yours. It was sloppy, lips never moving away from each other for a second. As he assaulted your lips, his hand reached out to grasp tightly around your neck. You could barely breathe, but you were too busy, intoxicated by him. “Look what you did to me, baby,” his eyes gestured down to his pants, where you could see his erection growing by the second. “I bet you thought you were fucking slick talking to those boys, making them think they had a chance.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” You let the last word slip without caution. You weren’t sure if it was the champagne talking or what, but Austin’s eyes widened at the pet name. You two had never played around with his daddy kink, but he had never realized how amazing it sounded coming from your lips.

“You need to be a good girl, [Y/N],” He ran his fingers through your hair, eyes piercing into your gaze. “Now, be a sweetheart and give daddy what he wants.”

You nodded eagerly, knowing exactly where he needed you. He needed your lips wrapped around his cock, pumping him. You can only comply, blinking often as your trembling hands travel to the elastic of his underwear. You had been longing for Austin all night, not any of the males you had been chatting to. As you glance up to meet his gaze, one of your hands moves over to palm over his totally stiffened erection, wrapping your fingers over the covered shaft. He sneers and tangles his hands in your hair, producing two fists. "Don't tease me, [Y/N]," His tone is ominous and threatening. You ignore him and carry on with your movements, pressing delicate lips against his hard-on. You lower your head, out of sight of everyone except Austin.

You recall his instructions, but you dismiss them for a few seconds, gently moving your tongue along the bottom of his cock, all the way to the tip, where you kiss it once. You can feel him tremble as you take just the tip of his cock into your mouth, running your tongue around it, maintaining eye contact with him. For a short second, he closed his eyes and lay back against the headrest. He then cracked his eyelids open, revealing their darker tone.

You stared up at him with doe eyes, licking him carefully before taking him completely into your mouth. You moaned against his cock as you ran your lips and right hand down his length. The sensations made Austin shudder. You slid your manicured nails down his thighs before gently taking hold of his balls and lightly stroking each one.

Austin groaned, pushing you down on his cock further than before, with his precum hitting the back of your throat. “Just like that, baby,” Austin looked down at you, and you do as said, your own wishes of dominance diminishing by the second. He had put you in your place. You had no desires to disobey. Tears stained your face as you struggled to take him all into your mouth. For some reason, he felt even bigger tonight. Spit dribbled from the sides of your mouth, gagging noises exiting your throat. You came up for air, and Austin reached out to wipe your lips free of spit and his juices with his thumb. “You did so good, baby,” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“Austin, I can’t wait,” you muttered against his lips. “Take me. Take me now.”

“You need me that bad?” His thumb ran over your cheek. You nodded incessantly, almost like a little girl. “I know you've been needing me all night, watched you clench your thighs half the time.”

“Please.”

He smirked, pressing wet kisses down your jawline to your collarbone. The zipper in the back of your dress was easily accessible for him as he slid down the straps of your gown with ease. He didn't know how long you two had left in the car, so he tried to be as discreet and quick as possible. Your gown fell onto the floor of the car, leaving you in your bra and underwear. Austin’s eyes checked again to make sure the driver couldn’t hear what sins you two were committing in the backseat. You straddled him, grinding your fully-clothed crotch against his bare dick, and he whimpered at the contact.

"Baby, we need to be quiet. We don't want to get caught," He said quietly to you. He smirked, shifting his hips so that his length glided perfectly between your folds. You both let out a collective sigh at the sensation that was so foreign to you at that moment. Austin covered your mouth with his hand. He gave you a few seconds to acclimate to your new position and his length, and then you found yourself bouncing up and down as hard as you could in blissful delight. Austin's hips bucked up, as if he were attempting to bury himself even further inside of you.

The sound of your fluids enveloping his cock was one of the few noises in the car, and Austin almost passed out from the sensation. His free hand, which wasn't covering your lips, reached down and gripped your hip, directing you to grind against him. You whimpered against him, your eyes squeezed tight as you struggled to keep the noises from escaping your lips. Austin could tell that you were already on the verge of cumming.

Your moans were muffled by his hand, and if he wasn't already, the entire city would have heard you by now. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he struggled not to make any noise. As you both picked up the pace, your head smacked the top of the car a few times, his hips pushing up to reach your cervix. His lips were once again glued to the area between your neck and shoulder. You shook your head, indicating to Austin that you were about to release. You couldn't stop screaming against the palm of his hand. He had his lips in between his teeth and had been on the verge of a very powerful orgasm for some minutes. He only needed one thrust in the proper position to push both of you over the brink. Your eyes were closed in concentration as you urgently tried to find your release.

“Holy shit, baby. Keep going. I’m so damn close,” He murmured, sweat beading at his forehead. You felt his cock twitching inside of you. You bit Austin’s hand to keep yourself from screaming, but you couldn’t help the moan. Your walls tightened around Austin, black washing over your vision as he emptied himself inside of you. Both your movements became sloppy as you both rid out your highs. He removed his hand from your mouth, collapsing onto the seat next to him. Knowing it was a matter of time before you reached your hotel, you immediately reached down to grab your gown and try to put it back on over your sweaty body.

Sensing the urgency in your movements, Austin helped you gather yourself, slightly chuckling at how disheveled you two looked. Once you were done getting redressed, you cuddled into his arms as you drove through the streets of New York City. “I love you,” You spoke into his suit, and he smiled brightly. It rolled off your tongue so effortlessly, because for once, you were not scared. You knew that you had met the person you were destined to be with forever, and now, all there was left to do was reveal it to the world.

A month after the Met Gala, you had found yourself on yet another red carpet: the Cannes film festival. However, this event held more meaning for both you and Austin, because Elvis was being shown to the world for the first time. Nerves wracked your entire body like never before. Austin had been such a supportive boyfriend for you, making sure to always check in with you and see if you were okay. He had his own fears to get over, but he was adamant on making sure his lover was taken care of. The plane ride to France was filled with sweet kisses, hugs and numerous “I’m so proud of you’s.” Words would never be able to do justice to how proud you were of Austin.

You two were still dating in secrecy, and the bubble had not been popped yet. In the last month, you had gone to several events separately, only to end the night in each other’s arms in your hotel room. Your publicists reminded you before the film festival: Do not, and I mean do not, show any PDA. Not yet. Austin was finding it harder to keep the secret than you. This evening, you were styled in a red dress with red lipstick. It was all very glamorous, and you were excited to be seen in pictures. They allowed you and Austin to match for the sake of the movie, letting him wear a red tie.

Although the night seemed like a movie so far under the Cannes night sky, there was one catch you forgot to mention to Austin: your ex-boyfriend was at Cannes. He was starring in one of his own films, and it had been on every headline for weeks. [Y/N] and [Your Fav Celeb] To Attend Cannes Festival: Reunion of The Century. You were shocked as to how Austin didn’t find out. Nonetheless, you seemed it best not to mention, knowing it would only make him jealous.

Interviewers flocked around your cast and crew, asking numerous questions about the film. Austin took the lead on many questions, or Baz would step in to agree and add something else. You tried to make as little eye contact with Austin as possible, but it got difficult when he just looked so damn good. The interviewer wrapped up asking questions to the men of the group, switching over to you and snapping you out of your daydreams. “And [Y/N], you play Priscilla Presley. How was it like stepping into those shoes?”

You had gotten that question a billion times, but you smiled and answered the way you had been prepared to, “Well, Priscilla is such a resilient woman, and it was an absolute honor to play her. We did a lot of chatting, a lot of hanging out. She really is the best person and I knew I had such big shoes to fill, but it was the best experience of my life.”

Your interviewer nodded, leaning over to ask Priscilla a few questions as well. After she was pleased with her answer, the interviewer came back to you. “[Y/N], do you have any other films you wanted to see while being here at the festival?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You knew exactly where she was going with this. “Uh, not any that I can think of right now. Every movie premiered here is amazing.”

“Did you plan on supporting your ex-boyfriend, [Your Fav Celeb]?” You could feel Austin shifting uncomfortably behind you, and you gulped with anxiety. What did she even expect you to say to that? Knowing you couldn’t let her see you slip, you just let out a small chuckle.

“Ah, I do wish him the best! Definitely would check out his film, I’m sure he worked very hard on it,” you smiled. “But, I’m actually seeing someone else currently, so I don’t have much else to say on the matter.”

Your interviewer seemed more than pleased with the news. They always thrived off getting information that no one else had, and they would do anything to get the story. It was one of the worst things about being in Hollywood. She congratulated the cast again, and your group moved down the red carpet. Austin was silent as he walked behind you, and you wanted to reach up and give him a big hug. He had every right to be uncomfortable, as you were more than sure you would be too if you ran into his ex-girlfriend. “So, he’s here?” He whispered into your ear behind you.

“I think so,” you looked straight ahead. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to upset you.”

“It’s not your fault, baby,” He gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Just tell that fella you’re seeing currently that I hope he treats you right.”

You giggled at his joke, rolling your eyes. You two continued down the red carpet, stopping to pose for pictures. The flashes burned your orbs, coming from each angle. If it weren’t for the arrows on the carpet bringing you back to real life, you would have lost your balance. “[Y/N]! [Y!N!]” You smiled and waved to the people yelling your name. “Where’s your ex-boyfriend, or your new man?”

Ignoring the question, you continued to pose. If you paid it any mind, they would continue to pester you. However, Austin was on the sidelines, fists clenched in anger at the thought of people speculating about you and your ex. He knew it wasn't smart to be jealous like that, since he knew you wanted nothing to do with your ex. It was just the fact that everyone thought you wanted him, and not Austin. All Austin saw was blind rage. He wanted to run up to you and kiss you, and make everyone realize that he was the man you were seeing.

And, that was exactly what he did.

Marching onto the red carpet, he looped an arm around your waist, taking you by surprise. Before you had a chance to question his actions, he pressed his lips against yours hastily. Your heartbeat was flying out of its chest before you melted into him. He didn’t give a damn about what his publicist said, or yours for that matter. All he cared about was that everyone knew you were his. Your hand reached up to his cheek, cupping it gently as you heard the camera flashes, applause, and yells. It felt like it was so distant, because all that was in your bubble was you and Austin.

He pulled away, looking into your eyes before giggling childishly. You couldn’t help the blush that creeped up on your face as you realized half the world was going to watch you make out with your boyfriend. Photographers screamed your two names as you both walked off the red carpet. There, stood your two publicists, arms crossed. You had never seen them look so angry in their whole life, but they knew better than to scold a young couple in love.

Once you two were out of earshot from the cameras, Austin pressed numerous kisses to your face. “You’re my best friend,” he spoke in between showering your face with kisses. “-and my lover. How did I get so lucky?”

You let out a laugh, trying to bat away his lips at a desperate attempt to save your makeup. It was moments like these that reminded you that it was okay to let yourself fall in love again. As for Austin, he realized that he had finally met the person he wanted to be with forever. He had put in the time and work to be with you, and now, he got to share one of his greatest successes with you.

Nothing mattered anymore. Austin had the girl of his dreams, and god, he was so into you.

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Hi Emma! I really value your opinion, and I was just wondering about your thoughts on everything? I.E. the fandom, Louis… You always seem so levelheaded compared to others so I wanted to ask. Have a good night!

My only real thoughts about it are that it's really tiring to be in this fandom and see what's happening with Louis. On principle, I'm probably an exception to a lot of Larries in that I don't really care if he wants to dunk on Larries, though he chose a really stupid way to do it. A large group of these fans try to make everything he does about Harry and disrespect him regularly. For me, that's not the part that really bothers me.....it's everything that comes along with it.

I wish I understood the contradictory choices that Louis makes regularly but I just don't. He wants success and enjoys success, but he continues to surround himself with incompetent team members who don't promote him properly. He wants a broader audience to enjoy his music, but nobody outside of his existing fanbase ever hears about his music unless it's from fans' efforts. He wants people to take him seriously as a musician and is annoyed by Larries, yet he pushes other aspects of his personal life to the forefront of his public image through interviews, his documentary, and tweets. He's proud of his most recent album and feels that it represents him as an artist, yet he cuts those songs from his setlist on tour and performs covers instead. He cares more about touring than anything, but he frequently skips songs from his setlist, doesn't put effort into his stage outfits (or even hair sometimes now), and has said several times that he's hungover and not feeling his best during his shows. He adores his fans and treats them incredibly well most of the time, but the fan interactions that frequently get traction with a broader audience are things like yesterday's rude tweets or him aggressively flipping off fans who tried to rip his clothes at the barricade (as deserved as that may be, it's not really a good look).

It's just.....so incoherent? Like I truly don't understand why he and the people around him make the choices that they do based on what he himself says he wants and cares about.

He's playing some massive venues on his Latin American tour, which was just announced, and yesterday was the perfect opportunity to talk about that and push how excited he is about it during his Twitter reply spree. Instead, even 24 hours later, all people are talking about is his reply to that Larrie when he could have just fucking ignored that stupid ass tweet. A bunch of things related to that tweet were trending on Twitter - along with "Freddie" because of his two tweets about his supposed child - and now there are articles about another Larry denial. Is Louis on tour? Has he put out any albums? Is he still a musician at all? Nobody in the general public has any idea, but at least they know that he denies Larry on a near yearly basis and that he has a kid that is apparently his twin. Congrats!

And it's annoying because solo Louies are so busy enjoying that a Larrie got publicly dunked on that they can't even see that this kind of shit actually doesn't help Louis at all. Oh, sure, it's driving away fans! And I know that a lot of solo Louies think Louis would be better off without Larries (and trust me, I feel that about some Larries too when they're making everything about a relationship instead of his career) but the reality is that Louis shouldn't drive away fans. There are ways to deal with annoying fans that don't include publicly degrading them and making MORE fucking headlines about rumors that you supposedly want to die out. If he was actually trying to expand his fanbase and then tried to get rid of fans that aren't here to appreciate him as an individual or his solo career, I could respect that.....but that's not what's happening. Instead, he drives away existing fans and does nothing to add new ones.

As someone who has loved him since 2012 and wants nothing more than his success, watching his lost potential over the course of so many years has been one of the worst things ever. I see things like what happened yesterday and see the reactions to it (both people getting angry and leaving AND people rejoicing because they're too short-sighted to realize that this doesn't solve problems and only hurts Louis in the long-run) and I just roll my eyes. I'm not upset, I'm not angry, I'm just tired. It's hard to keep saying that you want better for someone who doesn't seem to want better for themselves.

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ultfreakme · 5 months

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Danmei ask, what are your top 5 (or top 7) favorite moments from MDZS? Also, can I ask why you love those 3 (JC, WWX , XXC)?

(Riki, I'm so glad when found out you also love Jiang Cheng. You must know how many haters on his character in tumblr and twitter. Like, I was blocked 4 times by MDZS lover blog, when they knew I love Jiang Cheng.)

I love reading your MDZS/ SVSSS crossover, they're so in character.....And yes, SQQ must love Sukuna and Jogo if he ever read JJK...

Thanks for the ask Anon!!

Top 7 moments:

When we find out the Jiang Cheng sacrificed himself to the Wens to save Wei Wuxian. It was dropped so casually and I had to backtrack and go "wait, wait, WAIT! DISCUSS IT PLEASE!!"

The juniors in the Yi City arc, they were so adorable, I loved reading them putting on a brave face and investigating.

Wei Wuxian murdering the crap out of Wen Chao with his sexy undead ladies. Him and Jiang Cheng together torturing him while Lan Wangji was sent out and it's like, LWJ is confused, shocked, and horrified.

The scene where Wei Wuxian's roasting Jin Guangshan at the conference post-war and everyone's scandalized. I love it when Wei Wuxian gets bitchy.

Jiang Cheng's intro scene in the donghua where he emerges from the shadows of that tree, pushing aside the leaves. That's so hot of him.

Wei Wuxian covered in blood in the second siege of Burial Mounds and Lan Wangji is defending him. That scene's so cool and romantic in all its iterations. The donghua went above and beyond and made it seem like a wedding.

Jiang Cheng giving Zidian to Jin Ling ;_; It hurts me. It's so much worse knowing that MXTX was planning on killing Jin Ling soon after to really hurt Jiang Cheng.

Reasons I like:

Jiang Cheng-

He's so complicated! You can't immediately look at him and say he's the good guy or the bad guy. I personally think he leans more towards the good guy category.

He's the perfect opposite of Wei Wuxian, he's not a genius cultivator like wwx, he had to work for every bit of progress he made. He started off simply wanting to keep his family together and at peace, but the war happened and his priorities shifted. He's duty-bound, he's always fighting and scraping to be recognized but no one ever does. He wanted so bad to help wwx, but duty made it so that he was forced to pick between his sect and wwx. Forever chained, closed off.

He's jealous and vicious and so, so angry. I get it, I understand the worst parts of him and relate to it.

Wei Wuxian-

Again, super complicated as a person. Wronged at every turn. He wanted to do good and protect people, and for that he kept sacrificing himself over and over again with little value given to himself as a person. He's got his sharp edges and cruelty too, and I feel like people often forget that Wei Wuxian's traumas and his lack of self-appreciation and value on himself show in ugly and vicious ways.

His story obviously shows a key message of MDZS, which is that when people sacrifice themselves thinking that they're protecting their loved one, they only hurt them in another way. I understood his desire to do good, protect people, but there's no one to stand at his side. The loneliness and fear that comes with fucking up so bad that no one even tries to hear you out, no one's listening no matter how loud you shout.

Xiao Xingchen:

He's like Wei Wuxian but 100% times worse and more self-sacrificial. Too trusting, too good, and everyone kept taking advantage of that without bothering to guide him or be honest with him. Like legit, no one told him what they were truly thinking.

I love that xxc wants to be a good person, i hate that he was ruined for it. God I really wanted him to have a happy ending because he's just, he's so NICE. In a world filled with betrayal and deceit, xxc wanted to spread goodness. And yet.

AAHHHHHH

I think these characters made me see the point of MDZS in a very clear way, or in a way that impacted me most. So they're my faves.

Being a Jiang Cheng liker is a struggle! I was getting into MDZS even before the donghua started airing, like around 2018 and back then Jiang Cheng hate was so bad. I kept waiting year after year for the hate to go down but it just got worse the more popular MDZS got. The misunderstandings built up too. I got black and got into a million arguments too ;_; We have to stick together!!!

i have so many thoughts about Jiang Cheng specifically because, okay I read and watched everything about 3 years ago, so I don't remember much other than my fav, so I'm always thinking about everything he did.

nbsdhfb SQQ's monster-loving ass would go gaga for Sukuna. Four armed man wrecking people??? Yes sir! (side note; big tall powerful man who is called king who is only nice to his close servant and confidante???? SQH come get your boy!)

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Hello again, it's been a while! (since the last rants after the homophobia thing haha) I just wanted to send you and all the previous anons much love and support! I also hope that all these discussions will be seen as the humble brainstorming / sharing of experiences and ideas that they are.

As for all that was discussed before (loved the rants btw), I've said it before and I'll say it again: many people don't see stories as carefully woven threads / creative tools made by humans, they see it as tropes and mirrors. I feel like at some point experiencing stories has stopped being about "how do these things connect and what kind of interpretations can you draw from the source?" to become "what does this story says about / how can I make this story about me, myself & I?". And it doesn't help that this take echos one of the most common (but also very cliché ngl) thing that can be said about what a story is (I think we've all heard something like "stories help us learn things about ourselves").

If we go from there, what can you say to someone who sees their reflection in a story without looking or sounding like the "bad guy"? After all, how dare others question one's identity? Surely they must be some kind of puritan evil and a "x-phobe"!

I saw discussions on Twitter saying a few years ago that some people have cannibalized "leftist" jargons so much that they end up sounding like the very conservative they're trying to push back against and now "social justice" in many communities (esp in fandoms) is used as a weapon to police what everyone does in their corner, even if they're not bothering anyone else. It's too bad imo that in the court of social justice and its jargon, bullying and harrassment aren't treated as serious offenses, but I digress 🤷🏻‍♀️

Going back to the "people love tropes" thing, while I find it sad that it often seems they do not see anything beyond these tropes, a huge part of the blame definitely lies with the creators / companies providing this content. I agree with you 1000% that Mihoyo knew what they were doing with Alhaitham and Kaveh, what with how popular the phrase "and they were roommates!" has become. This is also why I hate when fandoms tell people like the bi anon for example that they should just "find other people like them in the community <3", because it essentially means "go be a killjoy somewhere else and spend your time dodging the content you don't want to see". I'm also not a big fan of popular fandom activties (shipping being at the top of the list, even if technically I don't mind hearing people talk about their hcs and interpretations, so long as they do it respectfully) so I understand how restrictive the experience can be.

And finally, the Kaveh situation. Both you and the anon made great points and frankly? Thank you so much for addressing all these things! Nothing irks me more than people going "omg x behaviour / outfit is SOO gay". I know it's supposed to be a facetious little joke originally and I'm also not here to bring justice to the pixels, but after hearing this so many times I'm starting to believe that many people genuinely think that you can identify a person's orientation just by looking at them. What happened to "traditional / straight men should embrace their 'femenine' side"? Idk, I think about this a lot and I've yet to truly gather my thoughts on the subject, but I do feel like this way of going about these things is a slippery slope leading straight into stereotyping territory.

Also, I feel you both when you say you don't think kavetham is a viable ship. It's of course a matter of taste and people are definitely allowed to play with different dynamics (healthy or not). I just think it's also a case of latching onto a trope (opposites attract maybe) and rolling with it. I've been friends with people whose personalities were drastically different from mine, and while it was fulfilling because we were constantly challenged by each other, let me tell you that this constant was also EXHAUSTING, to the point that it sometimes felt like having to walk on eggshells to keep the balance stable. So yeah, while I can see the appeal in a ship like kavetham, I'm not a fan. I could enjoy it if people focused more on the fragility and vulnerability that such a relationship can create, but alas. I suppose top/bottom discouse brings much more instant gratification.

Anyway, I think the girlies here (and all those who wish to join) should form an alliance and keep doing their things away from the drama. I'm really glad that your blog is a safe space to vent and talk about these things 💜

Glad to see you again, Anon! 💚

I never imagined that stating I'm not into BL in my bio would spark so much discussion on the topic of modern fandom culture. Not that I mind since I enjoy talking about these things, but it does make me wonder if there should be a dedicated space for it so everyone can talk about it together. In the meantime, I am more than happy to be a safe space for others to vent their frustrations and share their opinions on the topic 😊

We talked before about how people project themselves onto stories and characters, and you also made a really good addition to this that I haven't thought of before. It does seem like people stopped interpreting stories for their message/idea, and are now using it as a way to validate themselves instead. It makes me wonder what it is about modern Western culture that's pushing people to project so heavily onto entertainment media.

I won't comment too much on political jargon since I am not American, and oftentimes struggle to understand American politics. One thing I have noticed, though, is that a lot of Americans view everything around them through a political lens, even when said thing or person has nothing to do with politics. They jump to conclusions about where on the political spectrum said thing or person lies based on whether it aligns with their views, and then judge it to be either good or bad. No in-between.

And I also agree that the social justice camp has done a 180, and went from promoting equality and acceptance, to now policing everyone who doesn't adhere to their strict views of what is morally correct. It has led to a rejection of equality. I also wonder why these people feel the need to police everyone around them. Are they trying to make up for something deep down?

I am also very thankful to the anon for opening discussion on the issue of people assuming character sexuality based on physical attributes or behaviors. As we talked at length prior, the term "coding" is being thrown around everywhere to justify people's headcanons about characters. We've gone past sliding down the slope of stereotyping, because I've seen people use stereotypes to describe characters, and parade them as proof that the character is gay-coded.

For example, I saw someone say Kaveh is gay-coded because he whines and complains a lot, dresses feminine, and shows no interest in women (Said person also said a lot of other WILD things to try and defend their point. It was one of the most surreal conversations I've ever had). Some of this stereotyping started out as a joke, as you said, but lately it doesn't feel like a joke anymore.

Glad you are also of the opinion that Kaveh and Haitham wouldn't make a good romantic couple! Every time I see someone compile a list of how they're designed as a pair, and therefore meant to be lovers, I want to write a list stating why their personalities wouldn't make them work. Or if they do start dating, then why it would inevitably fall apart. But I digress.

I feel you when you say you've been friends with someone who is your polar opposite, and how difficult it can be. Though I wouldn't even call us friends because we are just too different to understand each other's point of view. It's frustrating and exhausting, for sure, which is why I commend you for being able to keep a friendship going.

Sorry for writing so much. I thought I would write less, but somehow I never can.

Thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughts with us! It's definitely encouraging and vindicating knowing there are others who share our views out there.

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Making Eyes and Pheromones (NeuWrioLette)

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Neuvillette has a rare urge to mark up Wriothesley for the entire public to see.

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There is little that bothers him and yet, today, the sight of Wriothesley's open collar drives him mad.

Neuvillette stares, his gaze washing over Wriothesley's form. Handsome, he’s always so handsome with that damnable crooked grin, and the slight hunch of his shoulders as he leans down. But his collar—it’s open more than usual, an extra button undone.

Wriothesley scratches at the skin on display idly, looking over a stack of papers that a Garde just handed him. Neuvillette tracks the movement like a predator, like Wriothesley is his—

“If you take a picture it may last longer,” drawls Sigewinne from Neuvillette’s side.

He startles, and when he meets her face, Sigewinne shoots him a grin that just knows—knows that he doesn’t want her to know, knows things that shouldn’t even be thought of. Neuvillette pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. “Miss Sigewinne—”

“Oh don’t you Miss Sigewinne me, Monsieur. I know the look of an alpha in—”

“I beg of you to not finish whatever it is you’re about to say.”

Sigewinne does so anyway. “In desperate need,” she says, just a little too loudly.

So rarely does Neuvillette’s alpha flare in his chest but Miss Sigewinne comes close to coaxing it out. “Miss Sigewinne,” he begins, only for her to talk right over him.

“I get it, you know? One handsome guy pines for the other handsome guy—”

“Sigewinne.”

“—A little keyed up. Hot and bothered. And look at him, all that skin on display.” Sigewinne laughs and waggles her eyebrows. “You know if you wanna sneak off to his office I’m more than willing to cover for you.”

“I do not want to do that. I will not do that,” replies Neuvillette tersely.

“Oh boo,” sighs Sigewinne, visibly deflating. “You’re no fun.” Then she reaches up and punches at his bicep. “Still, you’re making eyes and pheromones. Get all of that under control, even if it’s some like necking or—”

Neuvillette turns away and leaves before he can hear the rest of what Sigewinne says. Absurd. Absurd. He doesn’t need Sigewinne’s unwarranted relationship advice and yet—

His eyes still linger, tracing the edge of Wriothesley's collar, sweeping over the swell of his pectorals and down the line of his collarbone. He sighs again, quietly reigning back the instincts that rage through his veins, and everything seems to fall back into place.

At least until a pretty little thing rests her hand against Wriothesley's arm.

Wriothesley falls against his desk with a thud, legs spreading the moment Neuvillette slips close. “Sweetheart—”

“Don’t,” hisses Neuvillette, shoving his face into the crook of Wriothesley's neck. He inhales deeply, choking on his scent, drowning in the smell of leather, tea, and machine oil. This is what he’s addicted to, this is what he craves.

“Hey.” Wriothesley tilts immediately and without question, the line of his neck on display. His fingers curl into Neuvillette’s hair and he tugs. “Are you okay?”

“That woman,” murmurs Neuvillette, nuzzling sweaty skin, chasing with a forked tongue for a taste.

“Woman? Neuvillette, what woman?”

“The one who got a little too close.”

There is a pause as Wriothesley considers this. “Roselin? The Garde? My subordinate? Neuvillette, she isn’t—”

“I know that she isn’t. Wriothesley, I’m no fool, I know that you don’t—” Neuvillette groans softly. “I’m better than this. You know it, I know it. But I can’t help it, I can’t—” He’s so frustrated.

Wriothesley laughs, cradling Neuvillette’s cheeks in his palms. “Neuvillette.” He pulls back and tugs on Neuvillette's face to look at him. “What do you need?”

“You,” replies Neuvillette, turning to nip at one of Wriothesley's thumbs. “I can smell her on you—”

“A travesty.”

“You don’t smell like me—”

“Oh, that’s even worse.”

Neuvillette frowns. “Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you,” laughs Wriothesley, thumbing over the arch of Neuvillette’s cheekbone. “Tell me, baby, what do you need?”

There are a thousand things that Neuvillette needs, that his alpha needs. Arousal bleeds into his veins, coursing through his being like the high tide chasing the moon. Neuvillette rarely desires a claim—but oh, he needs to claim Wriothesley, to sink his teeth into his scarred flesh and taste it, to mark him up for everyone else to see and know.

“Sigewinne—”

“Are you seriously mentioning her right now?”

“—said that I should take a picture and that it would last longer. But Wriothesley, a picture isn’t enough. I need for you to bear my marks, to wear my claim if you’re going to be so openly… brazen.” He teases the edge of his collar with his claws.

“I lost a button,” explains Wriothesley.

“You could have changed into a fresh shirt, beloved. Your closet is right over there.”

“I could have,” he agrees.

Neuvillette’s gaze sharpens. “Oh,” he breathes, tilting his head. “This is on purpose then? All with the intent to tease me?”

“More like treat you.”

That makes Neuvillette’s chest rumble with pleasure. His mate has spent the entire day putting on a display for him. That—yes, that is satisfying. He leans close again, pressing his nose against Wriothesley’s nape and purrs. “What a good boy,” he says against his skin. “What a good mate.”

Wriothesley stiffens in surprise, and were Neuvillette in a better mind, he’d realize he’s never said that aloud, but at that moment he’s thinking of other things like sinking his fangs into Wriothesley’s scent gland, or sucking as many marks as he can into his scarred flesh.

“Go on, then.” Wriothesley presents himself so readily, so easily. His scent is placid and full of arousal. He wants this too, his fingers curling into Neuvillette’s hair to tug him close as he goads him on. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, “I’m all yours.”

Neuvillette has such a love-hate with the pet name, but he drinks it up here. Wriothesley's skin is hot underneath his mouth. He drags his fangs across scars and the thick leather cording of Wriothesley’s choker. Down to where his collar hangs open, trailing suckling marks the entire way.

Wriothesley moans. His legs spread eagerly and Neuvillette slips close, hands falling to Wriothesley's hips to yank at them. Wriothesley is hard. Neuvillette trills, smiling against him as he palms at his cock through the stiff fabric of his clothing. “You smell divine. You feel divine.”

“Needy,” says Wriothesley with a click of his tongue, hips rising to rub his erection against Neuvillette’s. “You must be a certain way to accost me here.”

“I already told you what I need.” Neuvillette’s teeth sink deep enough to sting, latching into the meat of Wriothesley's collarbone. “But for you to offer it up so easily? Mhmmn.”

Neuvillette’s alpha flares, drunk on the tangy scent of Wriothesley's arousal. The friction is to die for. He tugs Wriothesley's shirt from his trousers and settles the flat of his palm against the searing heat of Wriothesley's back. A moan gets caught in Neuvillette’s throat as he bites his way back up the column of Wriothesley's throat, delighting in how the muscle twitches under his mouth.

Wriothesley catches his free hand, causing Neuvillette to let loose a soft snarl. “Hey, easy there,” he says, tugging that hand down to his crotch. “I just want you to touch me.”

Just like that, all those terse instincts bleed away. “Yes,” says Neuvillette, nodding against Wriothesley's temple. “Yes, yes.”

Wriothesley undoes his trousers swiftly, lifting his ass to shove them down around his ankles. Neuvillette is quick too, wrapping his fingers around his cock, stroking it from base to tip.

“Oh, fuck—”

“Beloved,” says Neuvillette, nipping at the line of his shoulder, right where his collar is pressed open. “All I want is for everyone to know that you’re mine.”

Wriothesley whines as he strokes his length again. “Yeah, yeah.”

Neuvillette squeezes the head and thumbs across the tip, spreading the precome, all the while sucking at his neck with a groan. “Wriothesley—”

“Mate,” says Wriothesley, “that’s what you said. You should—”

“I’m not biting you here.” Even if he wants to, even if Neuvillette is desperate to sink his teeth into that scent gland as Wriothesley writhes against him. Oh, the desire is there. He needs that—Sovereigns, he needs that. Another time and place. “I’ll sequester you,” he murmurs, the words dripping with heat. “I’ll mark you and you will not be allowed to leave my bed for days. We’d—”

Wriothesley covers the hand Neuvillette has on his dick with his own, squeezing it tighter. Fingers lock together and Wriothesley guides him to stroke his length harder, faster. “Like that,” he whispers. “Fuck, yeah—”

Neuvillette bites him, truly bites him, teeth sinking deeply into the juncture of Wriothesley's neck and shoulder. Right next to where his scent is the strongest. So, so close to that gland that begs to be taken. And then Neuvillette unlatches and sinks them down again, and again, and again.

Wriothesley goes taut against the desk and comes, spilling all over their hands. His other hand is curled around Neuvillette’s neck, holding him there against him, lax and so, so—

Neuvillette falls in love with him more with every subtle display of submission. For Wriothesley it isn’t submission, it’s trust, freely given. He craves this too, Neuvillette’s closeness and claim, and he sighs softly as Neuvillette strokes him through that blinding orgasm.

Blood wells from the bite marks, and Neuvillette laps at them, moaning as he tastes metal and brine. He could drink it up and thrive on it. His own blood pulses as he thinks, Wriothesley, Wriothesely, Wriothesley.

Wriothesley is gentle as he pets Neuvillete’s hair. “Better?”

No. Yes. Maybe. His alpha has calmed, at least, appeased for the moment as he leans back and looks at his work. Neuvillette thumbs over teeth marks and purpling skin. “I… apologize.” He should know better, behave better.

“For what?” Wriothesley laughs and pulls Neuvillette forward by his cravat. “I do think I begged for you to take what you wanted.”

Neuvillette’s anxiety creeps him when he remembers a very specific utterance thrown out in the heat of the moment. “Wriothesley, we should talk about—”

“It’s not like I don’t know.” Wriothesely cups Neuvillette’s cheeks and drags his lips towards his. “We’ll talk about it later, though, not here. Can I have a kiss, please?”

He makes it so easy. Neuvillette’s worry sloughs off him like old scales when Wriothesley's face tilts up to press their lips together. Sweet and lingering despite their natures. Wriothesley laughs against him, teasing Neuvillette’s skin with the pad of his thumb. When they part to breathe, Wriothesley asks, “How bad do I look?”

Neuvillette clears his throat and pulls at his collar, embarrassed.

“Oh.” Wriothesley's mouth curves into a smirk. “That bad, huh?”

“It will certainly… make a statement.”

Wriothesley hums. “Plus your scent all over me—”

“It’s not as though we are a secret.”

“Well, no, but—”

“I wanted it. I am not…” Neuvillette chuckles, tugging at Wriothesley's collar. “This damned collar. I’ll have nightmares about it for days.”

“Nightmares? Or nightmares?” Wriothesley waggles his eyebrows. “Speaking of, you didn’t—”

“Later. You owe me dinner anyhow after postponing the one earlier this week.”

Wriothesely gives him a fond look, something soft and crinkled that pulls at the edges of his eyes. He kisses Neuvillette’s knuckles. “Alright. Tonight. In the meantime—” Wriothese then winces, remembering something. “Sigewinne.”

“It’s her fault. Blame her for this when she demands to bandage you up.” Neuvillette strands properly, and steps away, leaving Wriothesley leaning against his desk, still half-naked and with his dick out.

“I won’t let her,” says Wriothesely as he tugs his trousers back up. “I want others to look. I want—” He swallows underneath Neuvillette’s heated stare. “Point is I want the same thing.”

Neuvillette’s old dragon instincts chur, pleased. He lets himself steal one last kiss before leaving.

Outside, Sigewinne shoots him an offensive smirk, to which Neuvillette allows himself the rare indulgence of giving her a rude gesture in return.

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