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dark-moonlust · 7 months ago

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Unmasking Desire

Commission October 2024 for anon!! This has so much sass, enemies-to-lovers vibes and smut!

Pairing: male Fae (Eli Thorn) x fem Vampire (Mara Sinclair)

Summary: a female vampire named Mara and a male fae named Eli are professors at the same university. They have been rivals since they met but they’ve been assigned to work on something together by the head of their department. Despite their attempts to get out of it, they agree to meet up to get the project done. Emotions are unleashed, their desire unmasked.

Warnings: 18+, oral (fem+male) foreplay, p in v sex, overstimulation, in public but magic keeps it private and no one finds them, many orgasms (fem), size kink, dirty talk, big fae🍆, lots of 💦.

Copyright @ 2024 by Kate Hart This commission is owned by Kate Hart. As the original writer, I strictly forbid any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent. This is a commissioned short story and will be posted on the author’s sites for others to enjoy.

Late evening found Mara sitting in the back corner of the library, her legs crossed, drumming her dark-red nails against the leather arm of the velvet sofa. It was a quiet Saturday, no one was around. The library was open for her convenience. Moonlight filtered through the tall, narrow windows, sending faint shadows across the room. Silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face but her lips were twisted, a frown on her features.

She didn’t like waiting—especially when it was for him.

Professor Eli Thorn.

He was the last damn male in existence she would have chosen to cooperate with.

The project.

It was the worst duty she'd ever been given. Runes and magical artifacts from the Lost Ages. The words of the chief department still rang out in her mind. He had handed in this assignment at them with a single directive: "You two are some of our best minds and I'll expect you to work together, whatever your personal differences. Your research will provide remarkable intel for our university.”

Of all the damn people she had to cooperate with him.

Of course, Mara had tried to wriggle her way out of the assignment no matter how great. But the head of their department had been firm. Mara was busy enough already and working with Professor Thorn was going to be a pain in the butt. He grated on her nerves. He was a silver-tongued devil who thrived in finding ways to pry into her carefully guarded life, somehow invading every hour of her day with his maddening charisma.

Mara had watched him glide through lectures with ease, the students and fellow professors eating out of his hand, captivated by his calm, dark voice. Yet for some strange reason, Professor Eli Thorn decided to focus all of that energy on her. No matter what assignment she chose, no matter how tough her research, he always managed to find a way into her orbit, arranging things so he could poke her logic.

The sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention. Her gaze sharpened as the door finally opened, the subject of her thoughts entering with that cocky, unconcerned strut that made her bite her lips and shift uncomfortably in her seat. Damn it… there it went again, that unnecessary attraction she felt every time she saw the irritating fae.

Tall and well-built, he strolled in the room, looking damn fine in a dark, brown vest over a crisp, white shirt, its sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, lean forearms tattooed with runes—signs of the ancient fae magic he possessed. His hands were also inked and full of veins, his fingers long and deft. He wore a single accessory: a silver ring set with a black opal, a powerful heirloom from his ancestors.

His face was sharply defined, clean shaven and as if crafted by an artist with an aristocratic jawline, slightly pointy ears, high cheekbones, a smirking mouth and chocolate dark skin. Eyes the color of deep green settled on her with a knowing glance. His lashes were long, his hair as black as midnight, falling to just below his jaw. Mara had noticed— completely randomly— that he often brushed it back when lost in thought or just in casual charm.

Why had that unimportant detail entered her mind again?

Clearing her throat, she returned his gaze boldly. “You are late, Professor Thorn.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk as he sat down irritatingly beside her on the sofa. “Missed me, Mara?”

“You keep calling me by my name when I’ve never given you leave to do so.”

“I know that deep down you just love it.”

Her jaw tightened. “I prefer it when people keep the professional boundaries.”

He didn’t reply and gazed at her silently, his eyes sweeping over her from head to toe, taking in her cold, almost regal stance. He lingered just a touch too long over her figure, noticed the way she tightened her thighs and he cursed himself for it. She was a creature of precision and discipline, yet at the same time, a living temptation, a dangerous mystery.

Yes, Eli thought silently, the vampiress was a vision, sitting there in a demure dark red dress that hid most of her smooth porcelain-pale skin. Yet, somehow, it managed to make her appear even more luscious, driving him mad with longing. She was tall, with generous curves and magnificent silver hair that fell in thick curls down her shoulders, reaching past her waist. Her hair was truly captivating, framing her face like a halo, emphasizing her striking blood-red eyes and lips— full bow-shaped lips, hiding her fanged teeth.

Eli had never met anyone like her. She was all prim, razor-edged disapproval and looked at him as if he were beneath her as if she'd rather drive a stake through his heart than spend another moment with him. But she also tugged at something deeper inside him, something darker within. There was a fire beneath that graceful pride of hers and he could sense it shimmering, scent her desire.

And the more he sensed that heat, the more he wanted to expose it—to shatter her walls, lay her bare, breathless and powerless, beneath, above him, in every position possible, every part of her entangled with him.

Bloody hell… he doubted he could complete the assignment after all. His defenses were crumbling. His patience snapping.

Eli swallowed back his innate craving and forced himself to focus.

"So," he said, breaking the tense silence between them. "How do you propose we divide the work, then?”

“I suggest we work separately and discuss only when necessary. I prefer my partners silent and obedient.”

Eli lounged back in his seat, his legs outstretching, arms nonchalantly folded across his chest. "Silent and obedient? Oh, Mara…" he drawled, allowing her name to slide off his lips. "It’s such a shame. I was never any good at obeying."

“Which, frankly, makes me question why I'm stuck with you.”

“Oh, poor you. But go ahead, sweetheart. Try pretending you don't want me here.”

“Enough with the useless talk. This project takes dedication and competence, I don’t want it to take forever, can we begin please?”

He grinned and stretched out with a leisurely look, obviously taking his time. "You know, judging by the fire in your eyes, it as if you wish you could make me disappear into thin air."

Eli saw her smile. Her lips curved, just a little, cute fangs peeking —and damn it, she was lovely.

“Was that a smile?” He leaned forward, his scent taunting her senses. “Pretty. Do it again.”

“Do you really think you're going to get to me with this nonsense?” she murmured, turning open her notebook in an attempt to avoid him.

He laughed. “How you wound me.”

She slammed her notebook shut and sighed. "If only.”

Another low husky laugh while he brushed his hair back and Mara couldn’t help but follow that motion. Warmth pooled in her belly and she flung herself up, quickly widening the gap between them. She hated him and his commanding, alluring energy that prickled her flesh.

No, she thought. Professor Eli Thorn was distracting and irritating. Nothing more.

Mara approached the tall bookcases but before she could grab a book, he was there, his chest pressing against her. Her notebook dropped to the floor and she clutched the bookshelf as she felt every line of his muscular chest against her back, his orangy musky scent surrounding her. He tantalized her senses, made her body tinkle in heat, liquid warmth trickling from her pussy. And yet she didn’t pull away.

“What are you— we are supposed to be looking over texts—ancient runes—”

“Hmmm,” he interrupted huskily. “It’s a project that will take a lot of work and cooperation.”

“Your games, Professor Thorne are pointless.”

“Tell me, Mara—do I get under your skin as much as you get under mine?” he drawled, his warm breath tricking her ear. He was at the end of his tether. Fuck patience. Fuck everything.

“I repeat, your games are pointless.”

“Liar.”

In a swift motion, he turned her over, his hard chest squeezing against her breasts and pressing her back against the shelves. Strong arms encircled her as she gasped and placed her palms into his chest, splaying her fingers wide to feel his muscles contract. Damn, he felt so good, so hard and unyielding, his scent wrapping around her.

“Yes, you are a liar,” he repeated, his voice husky, “you keep biting your lips, rubbing your thighs together.” He leaned down, his smirking lips inches from her own. “I can scent you, my naughty little vampiress. Your pussy must be soaked. Must be feeling so sore and needy down there, hm?”

“Is it amusing, Professor Thorne?” Mara’s voice was smooth but there was tension in her crimson eyes. “Treating me like this?”

“Amusing? Oh, absolutely.” His hands reached out, fingers burying in her silky hair. “I mean, how often do I get to see the perfect Mara Sinclair looking like she’s about to snap?“

"Release me. You're insufferable."

Mara struggled but didn’t use the full force of her strength. She could have him off of her in a few lethal movements, but she didn’t want to. She liked him exactly where he was. And he obviously liked it, too. He didn’t budge and chuckled low and deeply which both frustrated and left her breathless.

"And you enjoy every second of it, don't you? Go ahead, confess it. You pretend to hate me but you want me,” he drawled, pressing the head of his erection against her belly. “Gods, you drive me mad. I’ve wanted you ever since I looked at you.”

“If you think I’ll be drawn by your juvenile attempts at flirting, think again.“

“Oh, but you’re calling this flirting. And you know what? I believe there is a part of you that appreciates how I make you feel something other than perfect, something real."

Mara opened her mouth to reply only to have her breath shallowed by his mouth. His lips brushed against hers, tasted her before coaxing the seam apart and plunging inside. He growled at her taste, pinning her hands on either side of her head, his body pressing down on hers, his cock hard and pulsing. Nearly melting against him, Mara gave him her mouth, freely, opening at his invasion, their breaths and moans mingling.

Eli broke apart the kiss for a second, marveling at her kiss-swollen lips. “All you have to do is let go for once.”

“So that you can break me?" Mara replied, half-dazed by the kiss.

His grin grew nasty, his green eyes flaring with something predatory. "Never. I’ll let you break me apart, sweetheart, do whatever you want with me.”

And then he was kissing her again, this time devouring her lips and letting his tongue taste her mouth. Mara felt her knees go weak and tried to pry her hands free. After a few tugs, he set her free and she hungrily roamed her hands over his body, touching his broad back, feeling up the muscles of his chest and shoulders.

“Damn, Mara,” he groaned and gave a sharp thrust against her clothed belly. “It fucking hurts— hurts to be so hard for you.”

“Eli…” she whispered as she let her barriers fall, the carefully formed shields she had created collapsing under his touch.

“Finally, you called me by my name.”

His gaze met hers and she felt herself falling into the passionate green of his eyes, the desire simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to swallow them both. The line between desire and restraint snapped— it no longer mattered.

She was done hiding her emotions for him.

Done playing.

This one’s a bit longer than usual, so if you’re up for the full read, it’s available for free over on Patreοn. It’s open to everyone—come by and enjoy!

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haru-dipthong · 1 year ago

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Really good anime translation: コタローは一人暮らし

I complained in a post a while ago about how I mostly think english translations of anime aren’t very good, and @japanwords asked me if there were any anime I know of that have good translations. I don’t actually watch that much anime so I didn’t have a good answer, but recently I found one that really fit the bill: 『コタローは一人暮らし』or “Kotaro lives alone”

For those who haven’t seen it, it’s a show about a 5 year old kid who lives alone without any parents or guardians, and makes friends with his neighbours in the apartment complex (a lazy manga artist, a woman who’s a hostess at a local nightclub, and a scary yakuza who finds Kotaro unbelievably cute). These friends end up helping Kotaro when he needs someone to act as a guardian, such as when he enrols at the local kindergarten.

The other thing you have to know about Kotaro is he speaks like a Japanese feudal lord.

This really is the crux of what makes the translation so good, because how the hell do you translate that?! The way they chose to do it is by using archaic english phrases. He kinda speaks like a Victorian era gentleman, and he sometimes even verges on sounding like a stereotypical medieval knight. This works perfectly, because Kotaro is actually imitating a character from his favourite cartoon: a samurai hero/feudal lord. Let’s look at some examples:

「放すである」 "Unhand me!"

A simple example to start with, I thought it might be interesting to compare how a 5 year old might actually say this, and how I would translate that:

「放してー！😭"」 "Let goooo! 😭"

Even though the japanese uses the same verb (放す), the english translation is completely different. The choice here to make it “unhand me” (much more evocative of a time period) instead of just “let go of me” (simply a longer way of saying it) is a perfect example of the care this anime puts into its translation.

狩野：「美月さん、アイス食べます？…… あれ？」 “Hey, Mizuki. Would you like an ice cream cone? …… Hello?” 美月：「アイスをもらうけど私、狩野くん誘ってないんだよなぁ」 “While I appreciate the ice cream, you know you weren’t actually invited, Karino.” コタロー：「お邪魔である」 “Interloper.”

邪魔 is a notoriously difficult word to translate, and the natural-sounding corresponding english phrase will vary quite wildly depending on the situation. In non-feudal lord speech, it usually gets translated to something like “you’re getting in my way” or “get out of here” or even “you’re a burden” (my least favourite).

Here, it’s creatively translated as “interloper”! A great way of sneaking in some archaic english while deftly handling a classically difficult-to-translate word.

コタロー：「わらわは写真が大の苦手なのだ」 “I am ill-disposed to having my picture taken!”

Here we have a slightly longer sentence which shows us a bit more of Kotaro’s unusual speech pattern. He uses the archaic first-person pronoun わらわ（妾）and often ends his sentences in なのだ. なのだ is not a particularly odd grammar structure to use, but it is unusual to use it unabbreviated (i.e. not shortening it to なんだ and/or adding よ to the end) especially when using it in speech rather than in writing. Not abbreviating it (as would be expected in a formal situation), but immediately contrasting that formality with the informal だ rather than です causes the speech to sound archaic without actually using any archaic vocabulary.

Now, if this show only translated the old-timey speech pattern well, I’d still call it a good translation. But the attention to detail and focus on natural sounding language extends to the other characters too!

Let’s take a look at an example of Karino’s speech. This is from ep 3; we already know a fair bit about who he is - a manga artist who doesn’t leave the house much (mostly works from home), usually wears comfortable clothes around, leaves things til the last minute and is generally a pretty lazy guy. I say this because the following translation doesn’t “work” (that is, the english and japanese wouldn’t mean the same thing) if it was spoken by a different kind of character.

phone rings 狩野：「担当さんかー」 “Oh great, it’s my editor” 狩野：「お疲れ様です、狩野です。… はい … 今日原稿を？はい、わかりました。じゃあ、後で」 “Hello, this is Karino. How may I help you? … Yes … Wait. Now, now? … Uh-huh, yes. Okay, thank you, I’ll be there soon.” コタロー：「どこか行くのか？」 “Do you need to go somewhere?” 狩野：「仕事。出版社に行く。今回もダメ出しされんのかな？」 “Yeah, I gotta go to work. There goes my day. … I’m sure he’ll just rip it apart like he always does.” 狩野：「あの人結構グサグサ刺さる事言うんだよなぁ」 “The way he criticises, it’s actually pretty hurtful.”

I really like this translation, it feels very clever and results in very natural sounding english. I said this wouldn’t work for a different character, but I think even for the same character, this translation wouldn’t work on ep 1 - the audience wouldn’t have the context for the translation to omit the specific words it does and get away with it.

For example, the line 「今日原稿を？」 directly refers to a manga draft, but the draft isn’t directly referred to in the english. But it ends up being ok, because we can infer that he’s handing in some sort of draft for review from a later line (”I’m sure he’ll just rip it apart…”). Also, 「出版社に行く」 directly states that he’s going to the publishing house, but the english simply refers to it as “work”. But we can infer this too - he’s going to see his editor, and since most of his work is drawing and writing, which he does at home, we know that when he says he’s “going to work”, he’s actually going to the publishing offices.

Prioritising the natural sound of the script over the specific details is a bold choice that really pays off, imo. This is some of the most natural english I’ve ever seen in an anime translation. I recommend checking it out if you’re interested!

#langblr #japanese #japanese language #language #translation #learning japanese #essay #jimmy blogthong #official blog post

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an3mos-mp · 2 years ago

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Summary: Reader is a tailor and gets a frisky request that Venti models for them.

Starring: Venti, reader

Genre: smut, handjobs, dirty talk, light nipple play

Warnings: Venti and reader are somewhat under the influence of alcohol

Author’s note: This was NOT proofread and it's been sitting in my ‘to edit’ list for long enough so here you go. If you know me, no you don’t. (I’m serious 🧍‍♀️) likes, reblogs, comments and new followers will always be appreciated. This is a side blog so I don't post often here AT ALL.

Word count: 1.4k (even i don’t understand how or why i wrote that many words of smut)

You were a well known tailor in Mondstat and it wasn’t surprising that you got the favour of a well known bard that frequented Diluc’s tavern, Venti.

For years, you and him had been the best of friends and often bonded through him modelling some of your new ideas and designs so you could see if they were as good in person as they were in drawing

He was an excellent model and very professional. On top of that, he had a sense of artistic expression you’d expect from a bard and he was able to execute that skill when it came to commenting on your work and helping you fix design issues.

You often went to the same tavern every time to celebrate successful designs and making customers happy, to Diluc’s dismay, to drink the night away but you did have a single problem… though could you really call it a problem?

Venti got very flirtatious when drunk and it wasn’t with just anyone he came across when drunk, it was only with you.

Odd? Yes. Did you mind? No. Especially after developing a small (not small) crush on him.

It was one of those nights where you’d celebrate a successful design with Venti over bottle upon bottles of dandelion wine and Venti was flirting with you, as usual, but got interrupted when a regular customer spotted you in the bar with an anxious expression before stating they needed a design by the next morning.

You then found yourself with a drunk Venti in your shop, running around to grab materials for the design.

“You didn’t look at the design, did you?” Venti voiced from where he was seated behind you on your desk, legs crossed and design clutched in his nimble fingers. With a silent curse, you rushed to where he sat while nursing an assortment of random materials; you remembered grabbing polyester during your panicked state of searching for materials but that polyester was deemed useless by the design in Venti’s hands.

From over his shoulder, the delicate design of nightwear glared at you with its gorgeous frills and obscene disposure. Oh god, would that be able to cover anything important?

“That’s quite…” You trailed off, blood rushing to the surface of your skin.

“Scandalous?” Venti breathed. Opting to steal a glance at him to see his reaction, you shifted your eyes to his teal ones that were already on you as they glowed under the dim light of your workshop. His attention to you encouraged your heart to beat faster than the design made it beat.

You could only nod and when you turned to him his teal eyes were already focused on you, his cheeks reddened by what you could only hope was the dandelion wine.

“Do you… need a model for this design?” His voice was soft and hesitant like he was afraid they would shatter the tension that was created between you, the same tension that increased in correspondence with the decreasing distance between your lips,

“I do,” your voice was quiet, “I have never made anything like this before so naturally, I need guidance from a model.”

“Then should I… strip?” Venti said, his eyes on your lips and the design now crushed slightly in his tightened hold. Your thoughts descended with any sense of decency you normally managed to maintain around Venti because of his word choice. Why did he use ‘strip’ like he’ll need to be naked for you to make this piece? He had a body suit he would wear whenever he’d model for you and this time didn’t need to be any different. It wasn’t rational to believe otherwise because it was just a poor word choice. That poor word choice, however, had wrapped itself around your mind just like Venti’s legs which were now wrapped around your waist. The design was now discarded on your desk and his hands opted for clutching the material of your shirt.

Your hands were over his in an instant as you attempted to loosen his grip on you. “I think I should reject the design while I still can.” Venti protested by pulling you closer with his legs around your waste, you sighed. The dandelion wine was still in effect.

“Complete the design.” He demanded and despite your previous observation, his speech was clear of any mistakes unlike other nights you’d spend drunk together.

“Let’s go get some rest, we’re drunk.” Your words were breathless and half hearted just like your attempt to step away from Venti. He grabbed a hold of your wrist.

“But I want to model for you.” He stated, the hand around your wrist used your hand as an anchor to bring your bodies together. Your heart fluttered at this.

“Venti you’re wasted,”

His hold on your wrist tightened and your eyes were locked together like magnets. “Please.”

The tips of his fingers traced the skin from the wrist of your hand past your elbow to your exposed shoulder as his lips remained hair’s width away from yours, building your anticipation.

His hand grabbed a fistful of your shirt and pulled you toward him before your lips locked together.

His cold fingers latched themselves around your wrist for the second time that night before he guided your hand to the warm skin underneath his shirt; this gave you enough incentive to slowly trail your hand up his abdomen;

“Touch me.” His lips caressed your own with every word before he locked them together, it was inevitable for you were opposing forces bound to comverge. His lips burned against yours with an ardent flame that fed on the desperation you both emitted into the kiss. Venti’s back arched into you when the tips of your fingers skimmed his left nipple with a feather-like touch. He sighed against your lips as you circled his nipple with the aim to engrave the feeling of his skin on your fingers, the pathetic broken words that fell from Venti’s lips, which had now parted from yours, when you tugged on his nipple left you lightheaded and itching for more of his reactions.

After giving half-hearted and rushed attention to his other nipple. Venti protested but he dropped it when your hand descended from his chest down his abdomen to the waistline of his pants.

As you took your time handling buttons of his pants, Venti took your preoccupation as an opportunity to leave open mouthed kisses along the edge of your jawline and down to your neck; His lips were the paintbrush to the canvas of your skin and like a skilled artist he relished the purples and reds scattered on your skin and while they were not in any particular pattern, they conveyed an important message to him and anyone (archon’s forbid) who would dare cast their eyes on you. You were his.

While lost in his mastery of staining the skin of your neck with love bites, Venti snapped his hips into the palm of your hand with a sound of surprise. You had managed to work your hand into his pants, your fingers now wrapped firmly around his dick. Your other hand had its own firm grip on his thigh to discourage Venti from grinding against your hand as he did when he felt your warmth against his erection. “Don’t move.”

Venti chuckled, his head still buried in your neck. “Anyone would move if someone had their hand on their dick.” His words danced between the skin of your neck and soft lips grazed your neck with every syllable; it was enough to make you shiver but you didn’t forget the task at hand.

Soon enough you had Venti muffling his moans in the crook of your neck as you worked your hand on his dick; your wrist ached with how long you had been at it but the rising pitch in Venti’s pleas spurred you on. His fingers were curled into the material of your shirt as if you were his only anchor as he drowned in the vast ocean of pleasure you brought him with just your hand.

“I’m… so close.” He gasped, vision blurred by tears.

You ran your thumb over his tip causing him to whimper pathetically into your neck, his grip on your shirt tightening as your pace increased.

His hips began to move involuntarily despite your grip on his thigh and Venti was in hysterics.

“Please, please, please,” He moaned repeatedly like it was a prayer, like begging for release was the only thing he could remember to do because his orgasm and your hand were the centre of his thoughts and those prayers were answered through a mind numbing orgasm.

It was the first of many that night.

#genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #i’m not okay #venti x reader #genshin impact venti #genshin venti #venti the bard #genshin x reader #genshin smut #venti smut #venti x you #why did i make this

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my-silly-little-guys · 10 months ago

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OPEN ART CONTEST!

As you may know, I’ve been writing a story known as Hidden Beneath. It’s gotten very little traction so far (which is to be expected), so I’m going to host an art contest in hopes that it can get a little more attention!

And even if this contest doesn’t get a lot of attention either…well, that means that any competitors will have an even higher chance of winning :)

I will have three categories, with a designated winner(s) and prize for each one!

General (2 WINNERS) (PRIZE: Fully-Shaded Bust Shot)

I will choose two winners for this category! This is the basic category, where I’ll choose the art pieces that are artistically my favorite- whether it’s your artstyle, shading, posing, etc!

Storytelling (PRIZE: Fully-Shaded Fullbody)

This is the category for pieces that display specific scenes, moments, or relationships between characters! An animatic or animation would fall under this category too!

NOTE: AN ENTRY HERE SHOULD INCLUDE TWO OR MORE CHARACTERS!

This can be two characters talking, a demonstration of the relationship between two characters, a scene with two or more characters, or a comic that retells a scene from the book!

(The two art pieces below would be examples of things that would qualify for the minimum in this category! They are by Kanpekii and Alora respectively!)

OC (PRIZES: Fullbody Art Piece of OC, Remade Ref-Sheet of OC, Featured Cameo from OC!)

Make an OC for this world, following the rules given! You have full creative control over them, and if you win I will recreate a reference sheet for them in my style, do a fully shaded fullbody art piece or them, AND give them a cameo in Hidden Beneath!

RULES:

-You may enter multiple times!

-You may draw any character from Hidden Beneath!

-Aside from OC submissions, do not clarify which category you’re going for! No matter what you intended your piece to be, you may end up winning something else :)), especially if you didn’t win the storytelling section but I really loved your piece!

-Creative interpretations are loved and encouraged, even if they aren’t completely canon compliant! Seeing everybody create diverse things makes it feel like this world has a fandom <3

-Nothing suggestive or NSFW!

-Tag me in the post!

-You may include characters that haven’t been featured in the canon yet!

-You may draw art of an AU you’ve made, or species-swap characters (whether it be animal-ifying them or even Realm-swapping them!)

-Shipping is fine, so long as both characters are of legal age, not related, and not biped x quadruped! Even if I don’t ship it myself, it would make me happy to know that somebody was invested enough in my story that they started shipping two characters <3

-To me, PASSION is just as important as SKILL! Even if you aren’t a professional, if I can see that hard work went into your entry or I really like the idea you’ll have just as much of a chance!

-You don’t have to have read the story….but it’s greatly appreciated and may be helpful!

OC RULES:

-Your character can be a Draquen, Raptor, Cordelian, Florimori, or Feallis! (Note that I will likely be less partial towards Feallis, since they’re the least unique to this world). You may NOT make a dragon or Whimsical for this contest. (I don’t have enough info for dragons and I have too many Whimsicals!)

-You MAY make a hybrid, in which case they can be PART Whimsical!

-You don’t have to make a backstory / info for them, but you’ll definitely get bonus points if you do! The more attached I am to your character the more likely you are to win >:3 Design isn’t everything!

THE DUE DATE IS AUGUST 25th!

#hidden beneath #oc #oc story #oc art #my ocs #oc artwork #oc lore #oc ref sheet #oc reference #art contest #artfight #contest #art trade #open species kinda #open art trades #open art contest #art #artwork

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william-voidson · 4 months ago

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hey so, i followed your previous blog but only noticed it deactivated recently (apologies for that, life got busy so i wasn't keeping up as much)

i only really knew after i tried finding you on htsan's blog in all honesty

and i was initially trying to find the IJAG bot you made, but that's also gone

if you don't mind me asking, what happened? it's alright if it's personal, i dont mean to pry, and good timezone to you!

(also just wanted to say that i love your art, it makes my day everytime i see it :>)

(Long important post incoming. Mentions of grooming and suicide for those that want to avoid it, I’m really sorry to the original anon, I’m willing to bet you didn’t expect this as an answer, but it is important I say so.)

Honestly it’s probably good if I explain- I kinda wanted a fresh start with this new account but it’s getting pretty clear that’s not an option. There are a few reasons and some of them are important to me specifically.

However.

The first is not a very happy explanation.

And I’d rather be out with it now and let people pass judgment than have it hanging over my head forever.

Reason number 1

‼️ I am not an adult ‼️

And this is my (probably not very well-handled way) of taking responsibility for that.

I completely understand if people who are coming from my old account feel lied to or frustrated, and I will have no reservation for if anyone wants to block me for their own comfort. I became very aware after checking my old following that I had a LOT of 20/30+ people that liked my art.

But yeah, not an adult. As of 10/2/25, I’m 16, going to be 17 in August. If you don’t know a lot about me, that doesn’t seem like an especially surprising thing, however, if you had been following along with my old account enough, you know that I often praised and reblogged and made art for a lot of other ADULT artists on here. (Not necessarily nsfw, but definitely people who are over 18) Thing is, I never once expected any of them to notice my babbling, let alone for them to DM me and get more familiar with my account.

I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE IT EXTREMELY LOUD AND CLEAR. NONE OF THE ARTISTS I INTERACTED WITH HAVE EVER ONCE MADE ME FEEL UNSAFE OR HARASSED OR COERCED. THEY ARE LOVELY PEOPLE AND DID NOT KNOW ABOUT MY AGE, I AM THE ONE IN THE WRONG HERE FOR NOT BEING TRANSPARENT.

Now I did do a lot to avoid actively transgressing any comfort. I blocked specific tags, and I didn’t tend to message them out of the blue, cause that would be weird.

But

There were also places that I most definitely cocked up, felt ashamed, and felt too scared to address, because I know for a fact there’s adult accounts out there that have every right to be pissed with me. To be honest, I’m still scared. It’s one of the reasons that consistent posting has never been easy when I overthink everything.

Two stand out, and I’m going to be honest about them.

Number one, the april fool’s little one shot I made in reference to htsan’s series where Sans tries to contact you over the phone. Now if you know or remember that specific fanfic, Sans leaves a message for the Anomaly, talking about how much he misses them and how he imagines being intimate with them. I really loved that story, read it over frequently and cried to it frequently. And so I wanted to make something that had been rattling around in my head for a while as a way to bring more attention to it. And while I didn’t make my appreciation fic nsfw, the source fic still had clear meaning of it, and my interaction with it was very wrong.

This was an example of my previous experiences of thinking that creators wouldn’t pay attention to the things I posted (honestly stupid of me and I still don’t know what to do with the initial fanfic)

Number two, has something to do with Ikustioa, who I am very aware is someone who has the least time of anyone to deal with my bad decisions and am equally very sorry to. But it does have to do with her very well made Seeing Red fanfic, made for Aggre(g/v)ation. I’m personally still not certain if this was a small or massive transgression, but it feels too notable to ignore. The long and short of it is that I commented that I still loved it, Ikustioa made the next chapter, and quote gave me a ‘cordial nod’. Again, not her fault, she didn’t know that I shouldn’t have been there. But I still feel really bad about it, and will be going about removing what interactions I can.

Either way, and however you cut it, this comes down to me being woefully inactive with my own gods damned protection. I have since (not just since deleting my old account, I’ve been trying to be more careful and more respectful for a while) been doing more to directly avoid the adult accounts that would be rightfully angry with me if I interacted with them. Later this year I may be trying to tell these notable accounts what I did and apologising so that they know upfront, but I very recently got some rattling and sad news that I’m going to be dealing with for a few months.

Reason number 2 (less important but this is an explanation about my character.ai bots)

For character.ai specifically, a friend of mine sent me a news article not too long ago about a depressed boy that had killed himself, and evidence on his phone suggested that a c.ai bot had been giving him bad advice. I don’t know if this is real, I know no one did it on purpose, ai bots just follow a thin algorithm, they physically don’t have the capability to kill someone on purpose. It’s generation. It’s different every time, and I am fully sorry for that boy’s poor mother that had to find all of this out by herself. I took my bots off public because, though a thin likelihood, I would be sick to my stomach if someone hurt themselves or worse because of something my bots said because I couldn’t control it.

I understand that my bots also helped and calmed and made a lot of people happy, but this is not up for debate about who here isn’t getting hurt in comparison. I generally don’t trust character.ai to be responsible about how young people can access there bots. Case in point. I can, and I’m 16.

After this post is made, I’m going to have to delete my account on Janitor.ai too. I’m sorry, but with light of me being underage, I hope you understand why I can’t be on janitor for the next few years. I’m honestly now grappling with wanting to delete this tumblr account too now after I make this public. I just wanted a fresh slate to post the more longstanding ideas I had for fanfics and fanart without bothering anybody. But that’s really feeling impossible. I’m not allowed to let this go away without hurting anyone.

So, to recap. I’m 16 and was trying to make up for the adult accounts I had no right in interacting with, I’m wary of character.ai’s restrictions or lack thereof, and I’m sorry.

#important post

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dee-does-arts · 1 month ago

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about time I actually posted the Midnight I finished.

I’ve been hesitant as idk how it’ll be recieved? (I’ll be sure to tag this correctly)

But I’ve been thinking, and I’m thinking Midnight would probably age regress. (Thanks childhood neglect).

It makes sense for him, as he grew up with ridiculous expectations, and never got to actually live the life a normal kid should have. On top of that, he wanted some level of SAFETY in his childhood, which he never really felt. (Actually, the feeling went entirely out the window when he was around 3, and it only went downhill from there.)

Anyway, I’ll put some more notes under a cut

I feel like I also need to reiterate like 600 times of how SFW I need this to be. my characters are minors anyway so like don’t be weird with them in general, but especially with this subject. Thank you!

Small age between 0-5. Typically around 3.

Either mostly non-verbal or completely non-verbal.

His first time was completely involuntary. Didn’t happen until after he was adopted by the Springs, as before it didn’t feel safe to do so.

Now for the most part it’s voluntary. He tries to avoid situations where it would make it involuntary as much as possible, as that typically occurs due to his trauma. He wants to regress on his own terms, not his trauma’s.

Solstice often steps in to take care of him. (Mainly because he goes to her first. Her room is closer and very cozy.) Though their dads also step in to make sure Solstice doesn’t feel like he’s her entire responsibility.

Solstice also feels like she has to step in to make up for how much Aurora (Midnight’s bio sister) sucked. She wants to feel like the best sister possible, and is scared of messing up. (Midnight has told her several times she is world’s better than any sibling he’s ever had.

Solstice likes to call him Bean.

Still loves painting!

His friends support and also take certain roles in aiding him as well. Essentially, they’re like older siblings.

Kio mainly worries for his safety. Midnight may still try to do things himself, but it’s not always a good idea. (I.e. trying to get something from the cabinets where he can’t reach, which leads to Kio gently telling him it’s not a good idea to climb on the counters.)

Kio also found out accidentally. He was checking in on Solstice, who was with a little Midnight at the time. He felt so bad because he knew he walked in on something personal, but Midnight trusted him enough to let him stick around. Midnight eventually told the others as well, in case of a situation where he happened to be alone with them in a younger headspace, but also to avoid awkward situations like Kio’s.

Cia encourages him with his art. She often draws with him, and insists he’s a better artist than them.

Tristen and Avery encourage him to go outside. Tristen runs around with him, while Avery makes sure they aren’t getting too reckless.

Always has his bat plushie.

Still enjoys listening to Vocaloid music.

Still attempts to play Sekai. …the coordination isn’t quite there, but he’s trying.

Wears a lot of blues and yellows. (His favorite colors) He tries to make himself as comfortable as he can in any way possible.

Typically pretty touch-averse, but when small enjoys being close to others.

Can be mischievous when wanting attention

Either energetic or incredibly eepy. No inbetween.

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waitmyturtles · 1 year ago

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I feel like somewhere out there is an essay on Thai BL and the concept of the Death of the Author.

I find it fascinating how active the writers, directors, producers can be before, during, and after a show's run, especially as someone who does't seek out or interact with much BTS/creator content. It's also interesting (post-Only Friends and as I get more familiar with the big names in the genre) how a certain director/writer can heavily shape audience expectations and even interpretations of the shows they create. Obviously this is true to a certain extent outside of Thai BL but I've never seen it quite as pronounced in any of the other media I watch apart from auteur-style film directors.

Thanks so much for the note, @stuffnonsenseandotherthings, and allow me to tag a few fandom experts to drop their thoughts (if they’d like, no pressure) on this line of thinking, both internal and external to the Thai BL genre, for more understandings of what’s happening by way of how Thai BL creators engage with their art and their fans on social media. (@lurkingshan @neuroticbookworm @bengiyo @shortpplfedup @so-much-yet-to-learn @grapejuicegay @recentadultburnout and @absolutebl if you have the time.)

I recently got a very deep-dive into the nature of some fandoms by @recentadultburnout, @grapejuicegay, @lurkingshan, and @neuroticbookworm (thank you, friends!), and first off, there’s A LOTTTTTTT I don’t know by way of the interactions (or lack thereof) that show creators have with their fans. I really don’t know much about global internet fandoms and the nature of fans interacting with each other and/or show creators, and the history of the artistic (or not) impact of those interactions.

I was musing earlier today on how I wonder how Den Panuwat’s commentary on Playboyy compares with the results of the actual art that’s airing, and I surely feel that the social media that the Only Friends creative team posted created some high and unique expectations of that show that, I felt, were not at all ultimately met.

But I don’t know if this is at all unique for the global landscape of show creators to engage with their fandoms on the internet. All I know is that, as someone who’s passionate about facts and fair critiques of art — I’m not sure I want extraneous explanations of what’s happening in a dramatic piece of art if that art clearly didn’t work. (For a work in progress, I won’t write off Playboyy yet, because I think the aspiration and HUGE THEMES of this show are compelling enough to give it more than a fair share of leeway. But if it doesn’t work in the end — do I want to be told why it worked, when it didn’t work for me or my critical eye? I’m….not sure? I do love debate and engagement…but I think I’d have to see how that engagement plays out in the face of a piece of art that ultimately didn’t stand up to the amount of attention it received, like Only Friends.)

Sorry, I ended up musing more than I expected, but I ultimately do not know if the kind of online engagement we see from show creators in Thailand is unique to the global dramatic landscape — I’m hoping that some of the experts could chime in to provide context.

#thanks for the ask!#thai bl #how should i tag this #internet fandoms #online fandoms #how artists engage with fans #impacts of internet fandoms on art

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bookscandlesnbts · 2 years ago

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Golden Tracklist Thoughts

If you haven’t seen the tracklist, here it is and I do have some thoughts.

I actually am not sharing the same sentiment as a lot of people who are disappointed that JK has no writing credits on this album. Because honestly, I can relate to his burnout. Re: me not updating any of my fanfics in like a year and wanting to start over as a writer. We know Jungkook is talented in both producing and songwriting. I think the only sad part is the complete separation from his roots. All of these producers and writers are western which makes it feel less personal. Written in a language that isn’t his native tongue makes it feel less personal.

However, I am glad to see limited features. I expected them to throw a western artist on every single track, so I’m glad we will just get some JK. But then again, y/n stans especially are going to use this album as fuel for their “JK is straight” fire because I’m sure it’s going to be filled with girl, she, her, woman all over the place. These people will have no critical thinking skills to connect the dots that Jungkook didn’t write these songs, so they aren’t coming from a place of literal experience. See: people already screaming “WHO HURT JUNGKOOK” all over twitter just from the names of the songs. *eye rolling past every post that I’m seeing saying the same tired phrasing* Please. As if Jungkook hasn’t always loved a good ballad, and again, these songs were not written by him!!!

This is why the heteroification of JK as an artist is something I loathe. It’s not Jungkook himself. It’s not because I want him to be like Troye Sivan right now in drag giving a lap dance in a music video. Well, I could dream okay. By the way, Troye’s album is refreshing and amazing, but I digress. If Jungkook wants to sing these songs, fine. It’s the way that these y/n fans react that I can’t stand. It’s the way that it will only increase their rabid, lustful creepy behavior towards him which pisses me off. That’s why I hate this era for him. He’s just a tool for their sexual fantasies not an actual person. A person, I might add, that they don’t pay attention to his words, actions and mannerisms except for his thrusting on stage. 🙄

But make no mistake, I don’t think this is the real JK. I think the real JK loves his bandmate JM and has for years. But they are enlisting soon, so now is not really the time for Jungkook to dump all of his homo feelings for his bandmate on an album, is it? He probably did feel burnt out, lost, and uninspired to write music. With something as daunting as MS looming over your head, that leaves little space for creativity. He was probably a little stubborn too that he couldn’t really put it all out on the table. I personally think Jungkook wants out of the closet, even more so than Jimin and all of his bi colored themed photo shoots. I think JK would declare his love for Jimin tomorrow publicly if he could.

I still stand by my personal belief too that Jungkook was pushed into this western market direction to some extent. Yes, we know he likes western music and always has. Yes, he said he wants to be a big pop star, but we also know that he made no progress towards releasing an album until 🛴 stepped in. And that can’t be ignored from the equation either. The truth is probably somewhere in the middle.

So, I will keep an open mind, hoping that I like some of the songs. Hoping that some of them feel authentic to the real Jungkook. Hoping that they show off his immense vocal talent. And I’ll be looking forward to seeing Jimin continue to support him. Because that speaks volumes to me. More than songs written in a language foreign to Jungkook by other people.

#jungkook #jungkook golden #golden jungkook #tracklist #jeon jk #jeon jungguk #jeon jungkook

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rae-napier64 · 1 year ago

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Hello! I need medication for life to prevent my lungs from collapsing, this implies permanent treatment with steroids, oxygen therapy, control of oxygen in the blood and antibiotics to prevent the development of bacteria in the lungs.

I'm afraid I have to insist on this because it may be the only way to get my treatment.

I need medication for life to keep my lungs from collapsing, this costs around $700 per month.

Things are really tough on me,I can’t afford. Please donate🖤

This is like the third time I’ve had an ask like this, so instead of ignoring or deleting it I’ll turn it into a teaching moment.

Before I do that: don’t harrass the person behind this ask! They’re simply reaching out asking for help, that’s a good thing!!!

Anyway, ladies, gents. Those as yet unknown, don’t send asks E-begging, especially not to Strangers. I understand that your struggling and I wish more than anything that this didn’t need to happen, unfortunately we live in a hellscape and people are struggling to make ends meet as is, and all of a sudden tumblr has become the E-begging capital of the internet.

If I had the resources and time to donate to all of the posts and asks and continuous reblog chains then I truly would, however I’m living paycheck to paycheck, I have no money, I’m barely making rent and feeding myself, i don’t want or need twenty thousand asks a month making me feel like shit just because I’m unable to help those in need trust me I feel bad enough.

It’s unfair, and downright rude to expect others to answer kindly or give money to a complete and total stranger who has popped up out of nowhere to beg for money, attention or whatever else is being asked for.

And all that is providing it’s real people and not bots or scam artists targeting those that are vulnerable tumblr is full of teenagers who want to make life better and who have strong opinions and believe that doing good recklessly is the best way to live. These teens aren’t wrong, but the people taking advantage are and this whole situation reeks of scammers asking for “a couple quid til payday” or “oh I’ll pay you back when I get the money” it’s bullshit!

Tldr: it’s not your job as a tumblr user to give to any cause that you’re not a part of, you don’t know these people or what they’re using the funds for. Survive, offer what you can, don’t let them guilt trip you into a scam.

Oh yeah, and stop E-begging in randoms asks/Dm’s its disgusting

Edit: apparently I’m a shitty person for being poor??? https://www.tumblr.com/rae-napier64/744524954363740160/oh-wow-just-actually-went-to-your-blog-home-and

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regressionworldz · 3 years ago

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Official Introduction/FAQ!

Hey everyone! Since my account has been gaining more followers and attention lately, I've decided to make a quick introduction about myself and the content I'll be providing on this account.

First things first, my names Kiki! I've been on Tumblr for a LONG time, so I have a lot of experience interacting with different communities. I'm 18+, I won't be stating my exact age since I'm not comfortable with it, but I am not a minor. I am female and I prefer going by she/her pronouns and occasionally, they/them. I am pansexual and a black POC!

As you probably expected, I am an artist and I LOVE drawing agere content. It's the whole reason that I decided to put this account together. Honestly, when I first started off, I didn't think this account would get a lot of attention, but I'm so happy that you guys enjoy my content! I'm part of a LOT of fandoms that I probably couldn't even list all of them in a single post, but I'll try putting together a list of some of them below!

-ˋˏ FANDOM LIST : Genshin Impact, Demon Slayer, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Stranger Things, Ouran Host Club, Attack On Titan, DC/Marvel, Overwatch, Voltron, Legend of Zelda, Detroit:Become Human, BNHA, Banana Fish, The Umbrella Academy, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Lucifer, FNAF, Poppy's Playtime, Stardew Valley, Inuyasha, Howl's Moving Castle (and many more!)

Obviously, these aren't all my fandoms, but these are the one's I've been most active in. If you're curious about what other fandoms I'm interested in, feel free to message me about it. Now, I'll be compiling a list of some of the most frequent questions people have been asking me on this account for future reference.

-ˋˏ FAQ :

Do you accept commissions? A: Yes, I do! Just message me about it and I'd be happy to accept your commissions. I've actually been putting together an age regression commission page, but It's still in progress. I use Paypal and Cashapp!

Will you draw (blank) fandom? A: Yes. I'm never picky about what my followers might want me to draw (unless it's generally problematic/gross) but otherwise, I won't object! Just tell me what fandom and character you'd like me to draw and I'll do it.

Will you make me free art? A: The most that I tend to do on this account is that occasionally, I might do drawing requests! Just silly doodles of what people want depending on my mood, but to answer this question more directly, no. I don't do free art requests, but my commissions are always open.

Do you draw NSFW? A: No, absolutely not! This account is strictly SFW. I won't be dabbling in anything inherently sexual on this account. If you attempt to ask for anything NSFW, I'll likely delete our chat or block you from my account. Please just don't do it.

Do you accept art trades/collabs? A: No, unless we're mutuals, it's very unlikely I'll be accepting any offers like that. It's nothing personal, I'm just not comfortable doing it with strangers.

Can I repost your art? A: I'd prefer if you'd message me about it first before you decide to repost my work on any platform. Thank you!

Can we be friends? A: Yes!! Please don't be afraid to reach out or message me, I love interacting with my followers, especially if it involves agere, headcanons or just us gushing over characters. My DM's are always open to everyone!

Do you do writing prompts? A: Not often, the most I'm willing to write are age regression headcanons. Art is usually my forte!

Lastly, here's my DNI interact list. If this list applies to you and you still interact, you will be blocked.

-ˋˏ DNI : Kink (ex. ABDL, CGL, age play, DDLG) Maps Anti Age Regression NSFW/18+ blogs Negativity/Drama Sexualize Age Regression Anti LGBT+ Pro shipper

Thank you for reading my introduction, I look forward to meeting all you lovely people!

#Kiki draws #agere #age regression #age regressor #babyre #kid regression #kidre #my art #reference #faq #sfw #sfwagere #age dreaming #agedre #babycore #kidcore #agere community #sfw agere #age regression community

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lovely-angst · 4 years ago

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break ups and break ins

a/n: i didn't have any motivation to continue writing so it stayed in my drafts for forever. it's a super messy fic im not super proud of tbh i wanted to scrap it but i got so far lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: you and hawks break up, but someone breaks in?

word count: 3.7k+

09.16.21

"come on, stop being so sensitive," hawks groans with an eye roll as you gawk at him. "you think i'm being sensitive because I'm hurt that you're out there flirting with other girls while we are in a relationship?"

you scoff in disbelief before tears form in your eyes, "i can't believe you right now, keigo."

hawks' brows knit as he stares at you bewildered, "i've already told you that it's just an act i have to out up because of the commission. i can't let them figure out i have a romantic relationship with someone. you don't know what they would do or could do."

"but that doesn't mean you can flirt around with no boundaries!" your voice comes out loud as your arms flail out in front of you, tears streaming down your face, "do you know how much it hurts to see you on television sweet-talking every girl out there when you're my boyfriend? i thought you would respect what we have..."

"(name), just admit you're just jealous of the fangirls and leave it at that," hawks closes his eyes, shaking his head in frustration, "honestly, they appreciate me so much more than you do."

your eyes widen in shock as you feel your heart shattering into tiny pieces so small you aren't sure if you could piece it back up.

"keigo, i love you for who you are—not because you're hawks," your voice now small and laced with hurt. "if you can't see the reason why i am so upset, i think it's best if we end it."

hawks' eyes quickly glance to yours before they look away just as quick, "i think that's what's best too," he whispers, causing your brows to furrow in sadness as you purse your lips tightly.

taking a step forward, you wrap your arms around your now ex-boyfriend, taking in his comforting arms and smell, "thanks for everything." a heavy sigh left from his lips before he nuzzled into you, "can i hold you in bed one last time?"

words died in your throat as you felt the tears sting your eyes once more. a nod was your only reply as hawks lifted the two of you up with his large wings, carrying you into the bedroom.

no words were exchanged as the two of you allowed your quiet breaths to mingle together in silence.

your heart was still achey from the fresh break-up as your cries and tears quietly filled the air. your nose and eyes red and raw from all the wiping you had done—the tissues around you as proof.

"hey, come on. you can't keep living like this and expect to get better," mirko says and she stands infront of you with a small smile. "how about we watch something to distract your mind?" she suggests as she turns around to pick up the controller to turn the television screen on.

"hawks, being the number two hero must be so taxing! how do you do it?"

hawks gives that big bright smile you've always loved, "my fans always give me motivation to do my best! i love you my babybirds!"

"oh shit-" mirko quickly turns the television screen off before she turns over to you, watching as your lips quiver before you break out in another crying session.

"rumi," you whine, muffled behind your tissues, "he doesn't care for me at all!" letting out a sigh, she walks over and places a comforting hand on your hair before running her hand through your locks, "hey, don't say that. hawks' cared for you a lot. break-ups happen, but don't let it keep you like this. let's go out and have some fun today, yeah?"

your teary eyes glance up at her before you let out sigh, "okay."

but to your surprise, a quick hour later here you were on a chair getting your makeup done professionally as mirko sat on the couch, munching away on a carrot. "rumi? why am i getting my makeup done professionally?"

"my makeup artist is good at what she does when she beats my face with makeup for those hero galas. i thought it would make you feel better getting your makeup done professionally before we go out and explore the city a bit," she finishes, taking another crunchy bite of her carrot.

a small, "oh" leaves your lips before your attention focuses back on the lipstick that gently glided across your lips. "there, all done. you look great!" the makeup artist cheers as she hands you a mirror.

your eyes sparkled once you saw your reflection—you had never felt so pretty before!

"are you ready to go out now?" mirko asks with a smile as she stands from her seat. you couldn't help the small, yet excited, smile, "yeah."

your words had been on repeat in hawks' mind.

you were upset because of how he was treating his fans—flirting with his fans as you put it. it was a constant argument the two of you had and frankly, he was getting tired of it. why you couldn't understand where he was coming from?

he didn't want to break up because of something so trivial, but it seemed like a break up was the only option. but it was fine, his fans kept him going; or that's what he thought was keeping him going.

"hawks! we love you!" his fans cried as he landed down in front of them, his handsome smile swooning everyone lucky enough to get their eye on him. "thanks birdies! i'm always happy to have your support!"

"can i have a picture?" "sign my shirt for me!" "you're the best hero!"

fans; something he enjoyed about being a hero. everywhere he went, they were there to offer him their love and support which he appreciated and loved!

but there often came days when he just wanted to stay cooped in his apartment. away from the world and away from the hero hawks. he simply wanted to escape and enjoy being keigo for a little while.

maintaining a facade took a lot away from him. it was tiring, exhausting even, trying to keep up with how fast his mind was going. a million different things happening at once and hawks had to be able to solve them. a little much for a single guy, don't 'cha think?

landing in at his balcony, hawks let out a heavy sigh as he was finally done with another tiring day of being the number two hero. thankfully, he had the next day off to do, well, nothing.

staring at the dark apartment with a an empty look, hawks let out a groan of exhaustion before unlocking the door and stepping in.

it was quiet, extra quiet these days. since he had gone to living by himself again.

after removing his hero gear, hawks walked into the kitchen and frowned at his lack of food in the fridge. usually, you were always there to greet him with a smile and a hearty dinner after a hard day at work.

well, that didn't matter anymore because you two had broken up, hawks mentally responded to his thoughts.

it seemed like tonight was one of those nights he really missed you.

you made this place feel like home and the more he thought about it, you were his home. he was safe with you and it was okay to let hawks go for the night and just be keigo. you loved him as he came, his flaws and everything. even the emotional baggage!

letting out an exhausted sigh, hawks closed his empty fridge before making his way towards his bed, plopping down with a grunt. "i'll just get a bigger breakfast tomorrow," he noted, pulling out his phone to catch up on his social media for the night.

hawks wasn't expecting to see much on his social media, he's too busy to be checking these sorts of things. today though, he was a little extra bored at home—until he saw a photo of you that mirko shared.

hawks quickly sat up in disbelief. hawks was genuinely confused. you had always been super pretty, but you were extra pretty in this picture. was it because you were no longer his? his eyes glanced over you in the photo for many long minutes as he took in your beauty. you looked so ethereal.

hawks was so thankful for mirko, he would have never stumbled across this photo of you.

the more he smiled at the photo, the more his heart ached. if only he just listened to you more and tried to find a solution to this problem, you would still be with him, in his arms. he was a fool to let you go because he didn't understand your pain. especially when you were always there for him when you couldn't understand his pain.

hawks found himself pulling up that photo of you whenever the days were tough. it never failed to bring a smile to his lips.

until mirko deleted the post.

he should've saved it when he had the chance, hawks thought as he let out a groan upon finding no picture. but, maybe mirko still had it on her phone? thankfully, there was a top five hero meeting that day which meant he could ask mirko about the picture.

hawks sat impatiently in his chair as he drummed his finger against his thigh, counting down the minutes until the meeting would conclude. it must've been distracting, because mirko approached him first after the meeting.

"hey birdbrain, what's up with you? you looked distracted during the meeting," mirko questioned walking up to the winged hero. hawks perked up slightly, before giving her a smile, "hmm? nah, just sick of meetings, wanted to get out." mirko eyed him curiously, "if you say so."

"i saw that picture you posted of (name)," he commented, "you two were hanging out?"

"huh? oh, this picture?" pulling up the picture on her phone, she showed him the photo before pulling away to hawks' dismay. "yeah, we went out. it was about time too! (name) seemed to be enjoying herself, so i'm glad i got to capture that."

hawks couldn't help the smile on his lips knowing that you were happy and could enjoy yourself. he really just wanted you to be happy, even if that wasn't with him.

"if you wanted the photo, you could've just asked," mirko smirks, causing hawks to duck his head down in embarrassment. "but even if you ask, im not giving it to you." Hawks turned his head brows furrowed and confused, slightly offended, "why would you even suggest it then?"

"not sure, maybe it'll be a way to encourage you to find a way to get it."

mirko had an interesting way of talking, hawks thought as he continued on with his patrol. it seemed like she was hinting at more than what she was saying, but he wasn't really interested in solving puzzles when he was busy being the number 2 hero.

and boy, was he busy busy.

it felt as if all the villains knew hawks would be out on patrol today, using that to their advatange by stiring up so much more trouble than on a typical day—not that he couldn't handle it, it was just more work that he would have hoped to do that day.

from the sky, he could see a crowd forming below on the streets as they cheered him on for another successful capture. hawks let out an exhausted sigh, but floated down to greet his fans nonetheless. there even happened to be press.

"hawks! you were amazing out there!" "great work! i can always count on you!" "you looked so attractive fighting those villains!"

hawks lifted up his visor and gave the fans a handsome grin, causing a chorus of squeals. hawks glanced at one of the fans near him lips curled in a smirk, mouth ready to open and say a few lines that would send arrows straight to the heart when he subconsciously stopped himself.

closing his mouth, he gave her a gentle smile before a soft reply came out, "thank you for supporting me."

it was weird of him to respond to fans in such fashion, but your words were stuck in the back of his head. he wished he could have acted this way before you two broke it off, it would have saved a lot of heartache.

hawks hoped you would notice his change. and unbeknownst to him, you had.

your eyes were glued to the television that aired the news that also happened to feature your ex-boyfriend, hawks. your heart felt fuzzy as you watched him, he seemed different...more down to earth?

"your eyes haven't left the tv since hawks appeared," mirko comments causing you to avert your eyes embarrassed. "i was just interested in the news for today, that's all," you tried but knew mirko wouldn't buy into your lie.

"yeah, okay. keep telling yourself that," she chuckles as she she sits down beside you. "so, whats going on in that head of yours now?"

"he's different now, rumi," you state, eyes drifting back to the screen. "he's talking to his fans like they're fans." your shoulders slump sadly, "i wish he was like this when we were together...i guess he really doesn't care about me after all."

mirko lets out a grunt as she listens to your moping. turning towards her, you notice her adjusting her purple thigh high socks to sit snugly against her upper thighs, "you have patrol this evening?"

"yep, my turn for an evening patrol. they're not that bad, more bad guys come out at night," she jokes with chuckle but you don't find it funny. "i know you can easily beat them, but that doesn't mean i worry any less for you," you sigh. "stay safe please."

"will do, cry baby," she jokes once more causing you to angrily pout, "i'm not a cry baby!" "says the one crying over hawks. bye!" and with that she quickly leaves out the door before you could throw a pillow at her.

rolling your eyes playfully, you walk over toward the bedroom you shared with mirko. you had a nice futon on the floor beside of her bed that surprisingly was very comfy. organizing her room a bit and folding her clothes she tossed around, you tried to busy yourself until she came back.

which was surprisingly short.

you heard the main door swing open before hearing her move around the living room and kitchen. she must've forgotten something, you thought to yourself as you made your way toward the bedroom door you had previously closed behind you.

"rumi? did you forget something?" you ask as you open the door, just to find yourself staring at the stranger in the apartment who donned a black ski mask with some sort of weapon in their hand. unfortunately your voice had caught their attention and their head quickly turned toward you before bolting it down the hallway for you.

screaming, you quickly shut the door and locked it before the thief could get in. the rattle of the doorknob causes you to let out another shriek as you looked around for a way to protect yourself and to escape.

the only solution that came to your mind was to block the door with whatever heavy furniture mirko had on her room which consisted of her bed, a desk and her clothes drawers. you did your best to block the door, but it was proving to be not enough.

"open the door and i won't hurt you miss," the voice called out and you felt your stomach twist from their words.

you scurried around to look for your phone and thankfully found it amongst this chaos and your body went on auto-pilot and dialed the first person that came to your mind whenever you were in danger.

your shaky hand brought your phone to your ear as you ran into the furthest corner of her room. your free hand covering your trembling lips. please pick up.

"hello? (name)?"

"keigo please help me," you cried quietly so the person on the other side couldn't hear you, but the desperation in your voice was clear as day for hawks. "(name)? whats happening? where are you?" his voice was now firm and laced with worry as you began to sob in through the phone.

"i'm at mirko's and she just left for patrol but someone broke in and i hid myself in her room. i'm so scared, please come quick." and right after he heard you squeak in fear from the unidentified noises through your phone.

"i'm coming right now," you could hear the power his wings had as he lift himself into the sky, "does she have any windows you can exit from?" glancing behind you, you took a mental note that her windows were large enough for you to escape through—the only problem was mirko lived on the tenth floor.

squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded even though hawks could not see you, "yeah, but she doesn't have any escape ladders and i'm on the tenth floor." hawks cursed under his breath on the other side, "just hold on, i'm almost there."

clutching onto your phone, you jumped when the barricade you made against the door was getting tossed around from the force of the stranger on the other side trying to break in. scrambling around, you quickly unlocked the window before opening it, allowing the wind to flow in.

with another jolt from the door all of your barricades flew from the door, leaving it vulnerable. you knew the door would fall with his next move, so with trembling hands, you maneuvered your body outside the window, letting your bottom sit on the window frame.

from a distance, you could hear someone calling out your name. when you narrowed your eyes to focus, all of the stress left your body as you watched them shoot towards you. hawks had come to your rescue!

but hawks wasn't close enough.

the door behind you broke allowing the stranger into the room and before they could grab a hold of you, you jumped.

"(name)!"

as your body free fell down towards the earth, hawks used his wings to give himself one strong push forward before folding his wings tightly behind his back to gain speed to reach you.

reaching his arms out, he caught you in time before shooting back up towards the sky, "that was so stupid of you!" you shouted loudly against the wind, "what if i wasn't there in time?"

glancing up at him, you gave him a small smile, "i just knew you'd get to me in time ."

"agh, more paperwork i have to fill out!" mirko groans as she walks around her messy apartment after hawks and her had caught the suspect and had cops take care of him. as she walked away into her bedroom with a line of curses, you quietly turned over towards hawks who had his back facing you. he was on call with the commission.

"yep, i'll get that finished tomorrow," ending his call and stuffing his phone in his pocket, he turns around to find you staring at him. his cheeks flush slightly from the sudden eye contact, but he managed to compose himself. "are you doing alright? that must've been quite the terrifying experience."

"yeah, thanks for picking up. you were the first person i thought to call," you confess and he perks up. "oh yeah?"

"you've always kept me safe and i just really needed you when i was in danger. so thanks," giving him a smile he mirrors you. "of course, anything for you."

your heart flutters from his words, but you slightly turn yourself away, glancing down. you two were no longer dating, so there was no need to get butterflies over him again. "well, thanks again. you must have a busy day tomorrow."

"do you buy any chance still have that photo of you when you were out with mirko?" hawks asks suddenly causing you to glance up at him. "you know, when you two went out a couple weeks ago? you were all dolled up and honestly, just super pretty?" hawks says boldly with a sheepish grin.

"why are you asking?"

"send it my way."

you gawked at him, "you want me to send you a picture of me? we're not dating anymore, that would be weird!" hawks could only shrug, "okay, that's simple then. let's go on a date." you gawked even further, "what is going on inside of that bird brain? all this for a photo?"

"i want to be the one who takes those photos of you. i want to be the reason you get all dolled up. i know i messed up, (name). i've been changing the way i talk to my fans because i understand how i hurt you. could you give me another chance to make it better? i promise i will treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

this was coming too suddenly, your wounds were just starting to heal.

"you...you don't mean that, hawks," you say dejectedly as you back up to sit on mirko's couch. "i'm scared."

"he means it you know?" mirko pops out of the hallway suddenly and stands with her arms crossed against her chest as she stares at the two of you. "he's been asking me for that picture nonstop since he saw it online."

"but he really does love you still, (name) and i know you still love him too. go ahead and give it another shot, i'll be here to kick him to the curb if he does anything bad to you." she encourages, making you glance back towards hawks.

"promise?" your eyes are sparkly from the tears that had glossed over your eyes and hawks gives you a confident nod, "promise. i'll pick you up at six tomorrow?"

you couldn't help your growing smile, "yeah, i'll be waiting."

- e x t r a -

as hawks flew off towards his apartment, the notification ding of his phone went off causing him to take a look. you had sent him a text!

opening the message his eyes widen from the photo you sent, it was the cute pic of you all dolled up!

"i'm so in love!" he shouts loudly in the sky.

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x you #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #keigo x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader

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chaoticgeminate · 3 years ago

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Kinktober 2022 - Day Seven

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You're a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn't expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven't even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I'm feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Show accurate costumes because Javi has money, food play if you squint

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“Can I open my eyes yet?”

Javi grunted something softly and uttered a soft ‘no’ before you felt him tug your arms up, you held them still as fabric began to pool down your body until there was some sort of band that he had to adjust your breasts to fit in properly, and you smiled at him tying the back and asking you to make sure you were comfortable. Once you made sure you were fully okay in the dress, he took your hands and fastened something around each of your wrists, making you flex carefully wondering what he was up to.

“Perfect, you look beautiful, lover.”

Javi’s natural accent made the word sound sinful and you felt him maneuvering you somewhere before stopping.

“Now you can look.”

As your eyes opened, his gaze lowered down the very exposed skin in your reflection where he stood behind you, and part of you wondered how much these outfits had cost. Javi made an almost perfect Oberyn Martell, if the Dornish Prince led a touch more relaxed of a life, and the gown Ellaria had worn to the wedding was now on you. His expression darkened as Javi played with the exposed skin and your eyes dropped to his hands, the rings catching the light and catching your attention.

You honestly felt like a magpie or a crow with how attracted to the shine of the metal you were. His eyes met yours in the mirror and he grinned, the boyish look -and his not as dark hair- at odds to the show’s depiction of Oberyn but you didn’t mind so much.

“Now, lover, I have a surprise for you. Come.” He certainly had the strut down, the golden mustard robe emblazoned with suns looked good on him, and you slipped on the boots he’d brought for you before quickly following him down the hall; you slid into the car with him and found the flyer for a local mini-convention folded on the dashboard.

“We’re going to a local con?” You couldn’t hide your excitement if you tried, seeing people in cosplay and all the things that were bound to be up and down artist alley could lighten any sour mood you might be in, and Javi pulled out onto the main road with a chuckle.

“Indeed, I thought you might like it.” You’d nearly dragged him to several local conventions but having so little time with him in person meant that when you did have him you really wanted to spend more time learning about the little things, talking about his dreams and what inspired him, stuff like how he enjoyed his coffee and what his favorite song was.

Leaning over the center console, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek, you settled in your seat as you looked over the flyer to get an idea of what to expect.

Parking nearby was actually easy enough and the colorful, vibrant, and amazing cosplays that you were seeing all made you whip your phone out. Eager to ask for pictures, of course, but first you snapped a photo for your socials with you and Javi outside the building. People stopped the both of you to ask for pictures too, posing and talking with nearly everyone, and you did sit in on a panel about self-publishing and the fairly strict copywrite hurdles for converting fanfiction into novels.

Mostly for curiosity sake, but there were some things you were able to learn since you’d thought about getting away from a publishing house.

By the time the convention was over you had plenty of fanart -you hadn’t purposefully looked for fanart of your books, it had just been there- and most of it was signed by fans when they realized who you were. The fact that your books had even gotten this far surprised you, truly, since you’d never expected for any notoriety after publishing. Javi brought you back to the house and led you to the East master wing where it looked like a Game of Thrones style feast had been set up for you both with the balcony doors wide open.

Javi was watching you, waiting for your thoughts on his little surprise, and you grinned as you tugged him gently to sit down on the plush cushions with you.

“Come, lover, I am starving.”

He grinned at your request and you made sure to sit extra close, practically in his lap, and feed him berries so that you could run your fingertips along his lips as you did. Javi’s eyes danced with intent as he began pulling the skirt of your gown up carefully, exposing you bare beneath it -you hadn’t wanted any visible lines- and his mouth opened for another berry while he also slid two of his fingers along your folds.

“Will you feed me while I fuck you with my fingers, mi amor?” Javi’s request made you nod, it wasn’t something you’d ever done or planned to do but the idea was tempting, how well could you control yourself while he did that? Your boyfriend practically moaned in delight as you leaned back to grab a piece of the soft cheese from the tray for him, mindful to avoid it dropping down on or around your lap.

You wanted to be able to have fun, after all, not get some sort of infection because you were careless.

He drew your fingertips in his mouth, to suck on the skin after taking the cube, and you inhaled a deep breath when his fingers slid into you with ease; you’d been turned on all morning just seeing him in costume and now that you had him your body was practically throwing the door open and inviting him in.

He’d posed, flexed, and genuinely became Oberyn Martell today. Kissing you in front of the crowds for the cameras at the request of people wanting photos, even going so far as to pose with you held against him in a way that could be seen as sexual even if it wasn’t. Whispering filth into your ear about how he wouldn’t mind ‘trying to make a sand snake of your own again’ or how he intended to keep you in his bed and worship you.

He'd made you a wet, whimpering, mess before you even left the convention.

Something chilly and metal brushed against you and you realized it was his rings, none had stones on them or any sharp bits to cut you but it had been easy to forget about them while settling in to eat but now you were shivering at the realization that he hadn’t taken them off.

“I noticed you liked the jewelry; you’ve been watching my hands all day. You like this, feeling my rings slide inside you? Or maybe it’s knowing that even if I clean them these will always have the taste of you on them?” You shuddered and honestly your blood was on fire as he hooked his fingers inside you, his mouth falling open for another bite of food, and you nearly dropped the grape you’d taken when he circled your clit before sinking those wet digits back into you so deep, and Javi took the fruit from you gently before his thumb slid up your wet folds to press against your clit.

But you nearly choked when what he’d said registered, the line was right out of an Oberyn and reader story you had written, and your orgasm slammed through you hearing it in Javi’s husky voice.

He kissed you deep and slow, bringing you down as you shuddered against him, and Javi laid you back on the cushions with a smile.

“Javi?”

“Yes?” He was nipping at your chin, leaving kisses as he dragged his face against yours, you didn’t really know how to voice what you wanted to ask him though.

“What you said, about your jewelry? Was that- you picked it on purpose didn’t you?” His eyes met yours and he chuckled, nipping at your ear as he draped himself beside you, lounging like a Prince with no worries.

“It is from a story I’ve read; I’ll tell you more about it later.”

Either he was toying with you or he hadn’t figured out your Tumblr identity and you didn’t know which choice was worse.

Or how much longer you could go without telling him and not feel a little creepy about it.

But Javi stole into your mouth with a kiss, taking you out of your head and luring your focus back on him, and he was intense as he cupped both sides of your face to angle you how he wanted you while one of your hands fumbled with the etched belt he had on his waist. He arched his back so you could pull the belt out from under him and toss it aside, tugging at the robe to open it as he tugged at the ties on his placket.

You’d only just managed to get the robe open and his cock out before Javi was tugging you over his hips and making you sink down on him, your head thrown back with a whimper as he planted his feet and rolled his hips up. Planting your hands on either side of his head and raising your hips, panting as he grabbed at your hips to pull you back down onto him, your toes curled as you dropped down to kiss him.

It was frantic and Javi wasn’t letting you slow down at all, hips driving up to meet you as you dropped down on him.

“Look at you, lover, so beautiful as I fuck you like this. All I could think about today was this, was knowing you were bare and wet under this gown just for your Prince.” You might’ve laughed if not for the punch of his hips, for the way he was dragging his mouth across your jaw to nibble at your chin, and one hand pressed against your lower back instead of your hips so that the angle let him fuck into you deeper.

You were getting closer and closer to coming, to shattering, and his breathing was erratic in your ear; the muscles in your thighs trembling.

“Soak me, lover.” His breathless plea was enough, the raspy wheeze of the words in your ear sending you over the edge, and he was peppering your face with kisses as you breathed from how hard you came around him. Javi held you there, the pair of you just letting your breathing and heartrate slow, but the soothing hold of his hands taking your face made you smile against his mouth.

“Te amo, Solecita.”

“Te amo, mi amor.”

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#kinktober 2022 #javi g x f!reader #javi gutierrez x f!reader #cw smut #cw food play #cw costumes #chaoticwrites

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emisonme · 3 years ago

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Lauren’s Live................

Let me start by saying, that was a brave move. She was able to come out and say directly, what others, including Camila, have been trying to say indirectly. Being Independent has it's perks, in ways.

One of the reasons I haven't been as active lately, is because my damn in box has been full of nothing but bitching. Bitching about PR. Bitching about no NEW content. Just bitching, bitching, bitching.

As Lauren said in that live, people don't buy music anymore. That's why they have to sell the Artist, instead of the music. If you like the artist, you'll buy/stream their music. I have seen more people bitch about the content Camila has been putting out, or lack there of. You need to UNDERSTAND, she is putting out what she is allowed to put out, right now. SHE DOESN'T HAVE CONTROL OF HER OWN MUSIC. SHE ISN'T THE ONE WHO MAKES THE DECISIONS OF WHEN, OR WHAT.

I will say Lauren, if you read this, YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH. Never doubt your talent. You are a wonderful talented Artist, songwriter, vocalist, and creator. Your problem with the majors wasn't lack of talent. It was your desire to control your own career. That's what the Labels had a problem with.

Columbia/RECORDS thought they were getting a Pop Star. Lauren had zero desire to be a Pop Star. That was the real problem. She tried to play the game, but realized she wasn't cut out for it. She just wants to make music. Not just any music, but HER music. She wants NO part of the rest.

As I've said many many times...If an Artist isn't willing to play the game, they will not make it in the cutthroat Music Industry. If you make the decision Lauren did, to go Independent, then it's up to you, the Artist, to sell yourself. Lauren doesn't want to do that either. She just wants to make and sell music. She wants to be an Artist, not a fucking content provider, and basically an influencer.

Lauren is learning, that as an Independent Artist, if you want to make enough money to keep going, you have to figure out how to sell yourself to the masses. She has to figure out a way to get mass media attention, and to go viral. The problem is, people only pay attention to a few things, especially in the vast majority of Lauren's fandom.

When she posts stuff, which is the pics that get the most attention?Her sexy pics. She can post a sexy ass pic, and it will get a shit load of likes and shit. She can post something about her art, right after, or before, and it won't get half the attention. That's a problem. Lauren doesn't want to sell her body. She wants to sell her ART!!!

The other part of her fandom, followed her to her solo career, from 5H. A shit load of those fans expected what the Labels expected. They wanted Lauren to be this huge Pop Star. They wanted, and quite frankly expected her, to release these huge chart topping COMMERCIALLY ACCEPTED songs. That's simply not where Lauren's heart is.

Look, Lauren didn't say anything in that Live, about the Music Industry, that myself and other haven't been trying to tell you. How many times have I told you, from 2016 til now, that the Industry doesn't sell music. It sells Artists, and LIES. Lauren just told you, 99% of what you SEE is a facade. It's a lie. And, the requirement to sell those lies, is literally written into those contracts. Especially an Artist's initial contract.

IF an Artist is able to make it through those initial contracts, that on average take up the first 10 to 12 years of an Artists career, then they are able to negotiate themselves a better contract. Making it through that first 10/12 years isn't an easy task. The major Labels ALWAYS make sure they have complete control. If they think they can make a shit load of money off of you, they will push those facades and lies. In pushing the lies, they are pushing the music, AS AN AFTERTHOUGHT.

The Labels prove their power over you, and laugh about it all the way to the bank. Back before the internet, the labels actually allowed their Artists to produce great content, to get you to buy that content. In the internet age, not so much.

Proof positive: Now THEY can take an artist, that can't carry a tune in a fucking bucket, produce a "song" that repeats the same few phrases over and over again, create a stupid little dance to go with it, and the next thing you know, it's a world wide sensation. Everyone is singing those stupid little phrases and doing that ridiculous little dance...and making the Label that produced the damn thing MILLIONS. THEY just proved that they can exploit you, and influence you to do exactly what THEY want you to do, like herding sheep to a slaughter.

That's pretty much the major Labels definition of "commercially acceptable". If they can't get an Artist to produce what the Label feels is commercially acceptable content, then they can't sell you, or exploit you, for a shit load of money.

I mentioned this very thing, back in the very first post I wrote on the subject, called the "Camren Saga". I told you then, that the plan was ALWAYS to get Camila out of the group first, because she was the most exploitable. She was the one that was the easiest to exploit/sell. It wasn't just because she was young and naive. It was because she had the whole package.

She wanted to be a Pop Star. She literally said it. She had the looks, the talent, the desire, the work ethic, and the stage presence, that made her the easiest to exploit. So, that's exactly what they did. She signed the contracts, as a child, that gave the gave the Labels the POWER to do exactly that. They have been exploiting the hell out of her since 2012.

They intended to do the same thing with Lauren. She also had the looks and the talent, but the desire, work ethic, and stage presence wasn't up to the Labels standard. No, I'm not saying Lauren is lazy and a shit performer. I'm saying she wasn't willing to do those things to the extent the Labels expected of her. To them, she was no longer the whole package. Therefore SHE wasn't commercially acceptable. If SHE isn't commercially acceptable, then her music isn't commercially acceptable, either. If SHE wasn't commercially acceptable, then she wasn't exploitable. If she wasn't exploitable, she wasn't worth the money, so they cut her loose.

As an Independent Artist, if Lauren figures out a way to exploit herself, and sell herself to the masses, then the major Labels will come running. If she can get them wanting her, then she can negotiate a contract with the majors that is better for her. If she can't figure out a way to exploit and sell herself, they won't.

That's the Music Industry, in a nutshell. If they can exploit the artist, they can sell the Artist. If they can sell the artist, then they can exploit the masses and get us to buy into what THEY are selling.

That’s why it's so hard to have longevity in the Music Industry. You have to really want it. If you can make it through those initial contracts, then you stand a chance of having a long career in music. Because, once they have exploited the hell out of you, and sold you to the masses, then you have a devoted following. Once you have a fan base that loves you, and your music, they will follow you anywhere.

When you have a following that will follow you anywhere, then you now have the power. Once an Artist has the power, then they can turn the tables. They can exploit the Labels. The Label will give an established Artist what they want, if they'll just sign with them and make them money.

Exploited Artists are, because of contracts, forced to sell us a facade. Most of what we are shown, may be a bunch of bullshit, like I have said many times, but an exploited Artist will ALWAYS try their best to show us, the fans, their authentic selves. It's up to us to understand what's really happening.

Camila and Lauren have shown us their authentic selves, many times. That's why so many are left scratching their heads sometimes. How many times have you seen people, or even yourself say, "that's not Camila. That's not something she would normally do". No, it's not. Because it's not Camila doing it. It's the exploited "Camila" being contractually obligated to do it.

Camila is just doing what is expected of her, so that she can just get through the bullshit phase of her career, and try get to a point where she can turn the tables, and exploit the hell out of the Industry. Lauren wasn't able to handle the bullshit phase. Now, it's on her to figure it out. Camila is hopefully nearing the end of that phase...Or at least getting to a point where she has more negotiating power... Like I said, it's up to us to be educated enough to see the truth through the lies.

When it comes to Lauren's live, she just gave everyone who watched it, a lesson on how shit works. It's up to you, to understand the lesson, or just ignore it like so many do. There was a lot going on in that Live, but I don't want to take away from what she was really trying to educate folks on.

She used her rant on fans feeling entitled, for which I have also addressed many times, but it was ultimately a lesson on how shit really works. She has been an exploited Artist. She has had to put on the facade. She just sat there and told you, 99% of what we are shown and told is all bullshit. She knows, because she's been behind that mask. Always remember, the mirror doesn't reflect the way we see ourselves. It's a reflection of how the world sees us. Smoke and mirrors, or masks and mirrors...In the Music Industry, they mean the same thing.

Good luck Lauren! Be bold! Be brave! There are many of us out here doing our part, and hoping for your success, whatever success is for you!!!!!

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oh-my-damn · 3 years ago

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The Stranger - Part 8

A/N: Part 8 of The Stranger. This story is also posted on Wattpad, but the chapters have been condensed into fewer parts to make it easier on Tumblr.

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Pairing: Chris Evans x OC (No physical descriptions/female character)

Summary: Chris distances himself, leaving Amelia an anxious mess. It all comes to a head when neither of them are able to hide their frustration any longer.

Word count: 5400

Warnings for this part: Angst, emotions, being frustrated. Jealous Chris. Yelling which turns into making out. Soft and fluffy times.

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AMELIA

The makeup artist doing Taylor's makeup wipes her hands as she says, "I'm going to go work on Chris' wound while this dries up and I'll come back to do the rest."

Taylor nods at her, taking the opportunity to finally eat his breakfast. The artist starts working on Chris' arm and he barely looks up from his phone as she does.

I take out my own phone, figuring I might as well distract myself with social media if no one in the real world is going to be paying me any attention..

When I see I have a snap chat notification from an ex-flirt, I groan.

Taylor chuckles, "What?"

I roll my eyes and show him my screen, making him bark out a laugh, "Really? He's still on his bullshit?"

I nod and sigh, "Apparently. He must have realized he was blocked everywhere else. I didn't even know he had my snap chat."

I read the text from my ex and I laugh, "Jeez, look at this."

I show Taylor the message, a 2 am text that just says I miss you and he laughs with me.

"He was probably wasted," Taylor says.

"No need to shove a 'probably' in there, he definitely was," I say as I leave the message on read.

"Who was wasted?"

Taylor and I both stop chuckling and I look at Chris in the mirror. His eyes are finally meeting mine and it makes heat run through my body.

"Oh, uh, this guy I used to... Date?" I scrunch my face up as I look at Taylor, "Would you call it dating?"

Taylor chuckles, "Probably not. Dating is too generous." He looks at Chris in the mirror, "Ames used to fuck him and sometimes they would eat as well."

I laugh and punch Taylors shoulder, "Shut up. Asshole."

That makes Taylor laugh even more and I don't notice how quiet Chris has gotten.

But I do notice the tension in his jaw when I look back at him. His eyes meet mine for a moment before dropping back to his phone, the sinking feeling in my stomach returning at once.

I clear my throat, "Yeah, well, I haven't dated much so this is as close as it gets, I guess.." I trail off as I dive back into the comfort of my phone, of somewhere far away from where I currently am right now.

...

Once the makeup artist finishes her work, Taylor and Chris both make their way over to the costume department to get ready for their scene.

Chris barely even acknowledged my presence the rest of the time in the trailer, engulfed in his phone. All he did was mutter 'see you both later' as he left to go get into costume.

Pierre looks at me with furrowed brows when we walk from the trailer over to the set where the scene will be.

"Why was it so awkward in there?"

I quickly look at him, "I don't know! Pierre, he barely even looked at me. What the hell?!"

Pierre nods, "Yeah, that was fucking weird. Especially considering how he was this morning. Maybe he was trying to keep a low profile in front of the makeup artist?"

I sigh, "Maybe. But you see? This is exactly why I need to take it slow and not expect anything. Imagine if I had. My heart would have been broken right now. And my pride."

"You're saying your pride isn't hurt right now?" He asks with a chuckle.

I glare at him, "Maybe a little but I'm not going to let him see that."

We make our way to the stage building and an assistant points us to a row of chairs, standing a little away. Pierre and I sit down and wait for Chris and Taylor to show up so the first scene can start.

After a few minutes, I feel someone sit down in the chair next to me.

"Hey," the male voice says, "I don't think we've met."

I turn my gaze towards the man and am met with an unfamiliar face. Brown shoulder length hair, eyes covered by sunglasses and a thick beard covering his jaw and most of his cheeks. He gives me a dazzling smile and extends his hand out for me to shake.

I feel like I know him from somewhere but I can't quite place it.

I shake his hand, smiling back, "No, I don't think we have. I'm Amelia."

"Sebastian," the brunette man says, releasing my hand. He gives a wave to Pierre, who introduces himself as he waves back.

Sebastian leans back in the chair, "So, who are you here to see?"

I chuckle, "Taylor. He's playing opposite Chris Evans today. What about you?"

Sebastian smiles, "Oh, I'm an actor. I'll be in the movie, we're shooting in a few days, but I just arrived this morning."

I nod, "Oh, okay. Cool."

He grins, "I'm waiting for Chris so I can surprise him. He doesn't know I'm here yet."

I laugh, "I'm sure he'll be very happy to see you."

Sebastian nods with a soft smile, "Yeah, we haven't seen each other for a while. It'll be nice to catch up."

I smile, turning my sights toward the people moving props around and adjusting the cameras.

"Have you met him yet?"

"Who?" I ask, looking at Sebastian.

"Chris. Have you met him yet?"

I nod, "Y-yeah, we uh.. We've met. He's very nice.."

Sebastian chuckles again, taking his sunglasses off and placing them in his jacket pocket, "Yes he is. Great guy. I've known him since we did The First Avenger together."

As soon as I see his eyes I recognize him immediately. Oh my god, I am such an idiot.

I gasp, "Wait! You're Bucky Barnes! Uh-I mean, you're Sebastian Stan!"

Sebastian laughs loudly as he nods, "Yes, I am."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't even recognize you! You look so different!"

He chuckles again, running his hand over his beard, "It's the beard. They're shaving it off before shooting later this week."

I shake my head as I laugh, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment, "God, I feel so stupid. I didn't even realize when you said your name."

"It's alright," he says, grinning at me.

"I'm a big fan. I love Bucky!"

Sebastian cocks a brow as he smiles widely, "Yeah? Why do you like him?"

"Well.." I pinch my lips together for a moment so I don't let the words he's so hot slip. "He has a really interesting character arc. And I love his and Steve's relationship. I can't wait to see what happens with that."

"Well," he says, "You'll be seeing a little bit if you're watching some of the scenes we're shooting. How long are you here for?"

"Uhm, around a month?"

"Then you'll have plenty of time to get sneak peeks," he says, winking at me.

I smile widely and just as I'm about to respond, a familiar voice interrupts us.

"Seb! You're here!"

Chris walks over to us, now dressed in his Captain America costume and it feels like my mind short circuits for a second.

God damn he looks good.

Sebastian gets up from the chair and Chris pulls him into a tight hug.

"So good to see you! I thought you wouldn't be here for a few days?"

Sebastian shrugs, "Thought I'd come early, watch how you're doing with your new best friend."

He shoots Taylor a joking glare and it makes Taylor laugh, "I promise not to steal him away."

Sebastian laughs at that and extends his hand out for Taylor, "Nice to finally meet you, man. Heard a lot about you."

As Sebastian and Taylor talk, Chris' eyes move over to me. I look up at him, our eyes meeting for a moment, but then he darts his away, leaving me anxious and confused again.

Once they get ready to start shooting the scene, Sebastian takes a seat next to me again.

Chris and Taylor walk onto the stage as the people around them start moving and adjusting everything to get the right shot.

"How long have you known Taylor?" Sebastian whispers as he leans closer to me, his eyes watching what's happening in front of us.

"I don't even know," I whisper with a chuckle, "Feels like I've known him all my life but it's been at least 10 years, I think."

Sebastian nods, "I get that feeling. You're really close friends, huh?"

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Well, him and Pierre. Pierre is his boyfriend."

"That's nice," Sebastian says with a smile, "It's nice of you to come out here to support him."

"That was also for selfish reasons, if I'm being honest," I say with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

I chuckle, "I'm a huge Marvel fan. Used to work for Disney. Him getting a part in one of the movies is like the greatest thing to ever happen for a fangirl like me."

That makes Sebastian laugh but he tries to keep it quiet, "Oh I did not see that coming."

I giggle, "I was worse when I was younger. The older you get the less.. crazy you become."

Sebastian looks at me, smiling, "That makes sense. But still, nice that you get the experience."

I look at him for a moment, his eyes locking onto mine and it makes me almost drown in them. They're so fucking beautiful, bright blue and deep, it's hard to look away.

"Yeah," I say, keeping our eyes locked, "Good thing I stayed his friend.."

Sebastian smiles genuinely at me before I finally break the eye contact, moving my gaze back to the stage area.

That's when I notice Chris watching me, his eyes narrowed slightly as they run over Sebastian before landing on me again.

I spend the next two hours watching Taylor and Chris act out their scenes. They have to do it over and over again until it's just right, and every time one of them mess up a line they have to start over.

Taylor is actually doing a pretty good job - he's very convincing and he barely messes up his lines.

The same can't be said for Chris though. He messes up every other take, making them start over, and the longer they try to get it to work, the more frustrated he visibly gets.

When the director cuts to break with a heavy sigh, I quickly get out of my chair. I need some air, and maybe some water, and my ass is asleep at this point.

I turn to Pierre and Sebastian as I say, "I'm just going to get a bottle of water, I'll be right back."

They both nod at that and Pierre smiles widely when Taylor walks up to him.

I make my way out of the building and into the sunlight, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

I start walking towards Craft services but after just a couple of steps, I feel a hand grabbing my arm.

When the hand pulls me in a different direction I look up, startled, only to see Chris dragging me over to a secluded corner, behind another building.

"What the hell?!" I exclaim as he lets me go, "What are you doing?!"

"I needed to talk to you," he says between gritted teeth and the frustration from earlier is still etched across his face.

"You ever heard about this thing called 'words'?! You can't just drag people away!"

"Just!-" he exclaims before cutting himself off, running a hand over his beard, "Just stop talking for one second, okay?"

He huffs out a breath and I roll my eyes at him.

"I'm not taking orders from someone who's been ignoring me all fucking day."

The words escape my mouth before I can stop myself and I groan inwardly. That sounds so fucking pathetic and immature and I'm supposed to keep a cool exterior with this man.

His face changes from frustrated to practically angry as he frowns, taking a step towards me which makes me back up against the wall.

"Me?! I thought thats what you fucking wanted!"

I look at him incredulously, "What are you talking about?! No person in their right mind likes being ignored!"

He closes his eyes for a second, exhaling a heavy breath before looking down at me, his voice a little lower than before when he speaks, "I heard you. This morning, I heard you when you were talking to Pierre at Craft. You said you were going to take it slow, not expect anything. You insisted we keep this private. So I figured thats what we were doing.."

My eyes widen slightly as he says it.

Shit. He wasn't supposed to hear that.

"Oh.." I say as I break eye contact, looking down at my feet, "I, uh, I didn't know you heard that.."

"Well, I did. So you can imagine how I then felt when I found you shamelessly flirting with one of my closest friends afterwards."

I snap my head up to look at him, shocked at the accusation and frankly, offended, "What?! I wasn't flirting!"

He scoffs but doesn't say a word.

"Really. I wasn't flirting with him Chris, he was asking questions and I answered them. But I'm not going to lie, it felt good to get some attention since I didn't get any from you all day. You've barely even looked at me.."

"I know," he says with a sigh, "I'm sorry.. I thought you wanted me to keep a distance. And I've been doing my best but it's making me fuck up my lines because I'm confused and worried about this.. thing. Hearing you say that, and then having to hear about your former fuckbuddy," His jaw ticks as he says that, "And then when I saw you flirting with Seb I just.. I got in my head. And now I can't focus on my fucking job." He releases a heavy sigh as he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry," I say quietly as I look up at him, "I didn't know that bothered you.. And I had no intention for you to hear what I said to Pierre.. I didn't really mean it, I was just saying it because he kept making it a big deal.."

Chris smiles at me for the first time in hours as he looks down at me, "Well, maybe it is a big deal."

I chuckle, "We are not having that talk while hiding behind a building."

He smiles softly, "Alright, that's fair. I just.. When I heard you saying that I got worried that maybe you didn't feel the same way about this as I do."

"And what do you feel?" I ask, looking up at him with a shy smile.

"I'll show you," he whispers, taking a step closer.

He leans in, both arms moving up to rest against the wall above my head. He tilts his head down towards mine, whispering "I'll show you as many times as you want."

And then he leans down slowly until I can feel his breath fanning across my face.

I cup his cheek gently, pulling him towards me until his lips finally slides over my own. He kisses me carefully, hesitantly, until my hand goes to the back of his head, tangling in his hair.

I pull him closer and he deepens the kiss, his lips moving against mine patiently. I bite down on his bottom lip, earning a groan out of him, and I melt into the wall of the building as he presses himself against me.

My other hand goes up to curl behind his neck, tilting his head ever so slightly to give me better access to his mouth. He parts his lips immediately and my tongue finds its way to his, making me whimper when they dance around each other.

I want to stay in this moment forever. The rich smell of his leather suit fills my nostrils and it only makes more heat bloom inside of me.

I never want to let him go.

But that's easier said than done. Because we are rudely interrupted when a voice on the other end of the lot yells, "Five minutes people!"

Chris groans, in frustration this time, before he pecks my lips gently. He moves back slightly, one hand moving down to cup my cheek as his thumb strokes it slowly.

"I needed that," he whispers, "Wanted to do that all day."

I can tell my cheeks are completely flushed as I look up at him, but I don't care.

I tug teasingly on his hair, making him chuckle, as I whisper, "Then don't wait so long next time."

Chris kisses my cheek before we walk back towards the set together. He opens the door for me and once we step inside, he whispers, "Oh, and by the way. I am smitten. So you better get used to it, baby," and his words makes me blush profusely, the smirk he shoots me before walking away doing nothing to help it subside.

I walk back to my chair and Chris walks back onto the stage.

As soon as I sit down, Pierre cocks a brow at me and chirps, "Where's your bottle of water?"

I stiffen in my seat before quickly recovering with a shrug, "I drank it outside. Soaked up some sun, it's good to stay hydrated."

"Mmhmm, sure it is," Pierre says and when I look at him he has a teasing glint in his eyes.

I roll my eyes at him, muttering, "Just watch the scene you nosy bitch."

Pierre laughs at that, turning his eyes towards Taylor and Chris as he says, "Yes ma'am."

Sebastian takes his seat next to me again, apparently he walked off during the break, and he sighs, "Alright, let's hope Evans got his head out of his ass during the break."

I chuckle and look at him, "What?"

Sebastian shrugs, "He kept messing up. Usually that means somethings going on with him. He wears his emotions on his sleeve."

"Oh," I say as my eyes fan over to Chris, one of the assistants adjusting his suit as he practices his lines, "I didn't know that."

"Not a lot of people do," Sebastian says, "But I've known him for a long time. It's always so obvious when somethings going on with him."

I smile and nod, trying to ignore the guilty feeling inside as I say, "Good to know.."

I keep my eyes on Chris and his flick up for a second, as if he felt it, and then his lips quirk up in the smallest smile before his eyes drop back down to the script.

I feel guilty as I look at him. I didn't really mean what I said to Pierre, because I can't deny my emotions, but at the same time I know that I have to be careful with this whole thing.

Be careful not to get swept off my feet, if theres a chance I could land on my ass..

I watch Chris and Taylor do the scene again and this time Chris doesn't mess up, not even once.

Whenever they yell cut, his eyes find mine and I feel like I have a constant smile on my face for the rest of the day.

After several hours Taylor finally comes over to us with a sigh, "Okay, we're finishing up. Should only be around an hour longer."

I smile up at him, "Okay T. You must exhausted."

He nods, "I am. I can't wait to go back to the hotel and crash."

"So we're not going out for dinner, I take it?"

He chuckles, "Fuck no. I need to go home and eat shitty food and watch shitty TV while I cuddle my man. I hope that's okay."

I laugh, nodding, "Of course it is. Don't worry about it."

After Taylor gets changed out of his costume we get back into the car to drive home.

I take out my phone and to my surprise, I have a text.

I saw Chris as he left the stage but we are keeping a low profile, and although he's not visibly ignoring me now, that means we still didn't really have time to say goodbye.

Christopher Wish I could have kissed you before you left

I chuckle at his text as I type out my reply.

Amelia Getting clingy already, Evans? ;)

Christopher You got a problem with that?

Amelia Not at all

Christopher Are you having dinner with Taylor and Pierre?

Amelia Nope, Taylor wants to eat greasy food and cuddle his man. I'll probably just have room service

Christopher Okay, fair enough. He must be as tired as I am right now

Amelia Yeah probably. You two worked hard today, it's understandable :)

Once we make our way back to the hotel I trudge my way up to my room. Even though I didn't really do much today, it's still been a very long day and as soon as I place myself on the couch, I can feel how tired I am.

Not even ten minutes pass by before I hear a knock on my door.

I get up from the couch begrudgingly, making my way towards the door slowly.

When I pull it open the sight before me is very surprising.

"Room service, miss." The man in front of me says as he wheels in a cart filled with food.

I furrow my brows, "Uh, I didn't order room service? Not yet, at least."

"It was ordered for this room, courtesy of Mr. Evans."

I blink in surprise as he says it, "Oh. Okay.. Well, thanks."

I tip him and he leaves my room quickly, leaving me with an entire cart filled with food.

I grab my phone, snapping a picture before sending it to Chris.

Amelia Are you trying to get me to like you?

Christopher Depends on whether or not it's working

Amelia You certainly know the way to a woman's heart

Christopher Food is always the answer, no matter the question

I chuckle before I press on his name. The phone rings for no longer than a second.

"Hey," he says as he answers, "You're supposed to be eating dinner."

I laugh, "I can't eat all of this! You ordered too much!"

"I wanted you to have options," he replies with a chuckle.

"Uh-huh, you definitely got me options.." I look over at the amount of food again before asking, "Did you have dinner already?"

"Not yet."

"You ordered dinner for me but not yourself? Don't you know the rules? It's like on an airplane. Help yourself before helping others."

Chris barks out a laugh and it makes me smile.

"I'm sorry," he says through laughs, "I'll keep that in mind for next time."

"You know," I say, chewing on my bottom lip nervously, "Instead of you ordering for yourself and wasting all of this food you could just.. Come help me eat it?"

Theres a moments pause as I wait for his answer.

"Give me five minutes."

We hang up and I feel the excitement bubble through me, making me giggle softly.

But then I stiffen.

He's coming over. And you look just as tired as you feel.

I run into my bedroom, fixing my makeup and putting on cozy clothes and just as I finish, I hear another knock on my door.

When I open my door I find a tired looking Chris standing in front of me. He's wearing a pair of grey sweats and a white t-shirt, his hair a little mussed up and the exhaustion clear on his face.

But he still looks as handsome as ever.

"Hi," I say, "How are ya?"

"Tired," he says with a soft smile and I open the door wider, gesturing for him to come inside.

He makes his way into my room and as I close the door I say, "If you're too tired, that's okay, I didn't think-"

My words are cut off as Chris swiftly turns me around, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his chest as his lips land on mine.

I smile against his lips, cupping his cheek and running my thumb over his beard as I kiss him back.

"I'm not too tired," he mumbles against my lips, "I was hoping I would get to spend some time with you."

I peck his lips again and smile, "Well, good. We can eat some food and watch shitty TV, how's that sound?"

"Sounds perfect," he says with a smile.

He kisses my forehead, and the action practically makes me swoon, before he hesitantly lets me go. I push the cart with food over to the couch and look at the different dishes, "Alright Evans, we got mac 'n cheese, steak, pasta, salad, risotto and then... vegetables. What do you feel like?"

He plops himself down on the couch with a tired sigh, "Uh, I don't know. That's too many options."

I chuckle, "You're telling me. Can't believe you ordered all of this just for me. You're crazy."

He chuckles, "I like a bit of crazy."

I nod, "So you've told me." He grabs the remote and I decide to cut the steak in two before putting a little bit of everything on two plates. I bring the plates over, placing them on the coffee table.

"I'll let you choose the movie but only if you promise not to pick The Little Mermaid again," I say as I make my way over to the fridge, grabbing two bottles of water.

He huffs, "You know, your hatred of that movie might be what ultimately tears us apart."

I chuckle, "Is that so? Guess we should just not start then because like I've already told you, I hate that movie." I place the bottles of water on the table before plopping down next to him, turning my head to look at him with a raised brow.

His mouth twitches for a moment as he looks at me before sighing, "Fine, I'll pick something else."

I laugh, "Oh, so you don't want us to be torn apart just yet, then?"

He doesn't say anything, just keeps looking through different movie options, but his lips quirk up in a smile.

He ultimately decides to put on a different Disney movie and I chuckle when I notice the choice.

"Aladdin?" I ask as I look over at him.

"Yeah," he says with a smile as he looks at me, "That one is also one of my favorites."

I tilt my head as I smirk, "So do you just exclusively like Disney movies from the 90's?"

He shakes his head, "No, The Little Mermaid is from 1989."

"Close enough," I grumble out and he huffs, "Fine, tell me which Disney movies you like, then, because it seems like you don't like any of them!"

I gasp dramatically, "How dare you, sir?! I'll have you know I have many favorites. You just have terrible taste!"

His mouth gapes open as he looks at me, quickly exclaiming, "Take that back!" And when I laugh and say, "Never!" he launches himself at me.

He grabs onto my sides, tickling me as he hovers over me on the couch, and I squeal and squirm as he does.

"Take it back!" He says between laughs and I'm snorting from laughter, my nails digging into his biceps in an effort to get him off me as I yell out, "No! You have awful taste!"

"That's it!" He exclaims and then he presses me down more, immobilizing me with his thighs as he starts tickling my sides more insistently.

I squeal loudly, tears running down my cheeks from laughter until I finally yield, "Okay, okay! Stop, please Chris! Stop!"

He stops his motions as he raises a brow, looking at me expectantly.

"I'm sorry," I mumble as I look up at him, "You have.. okay taste."

He raises both brows insistently as his fingers twitch against me and I huff out, "Fine! You have great taste..."

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He says proudly as he gets off me and lets me sit back up.

I scoff and grumble, "I think I just felt a piece of my soul die right there," and it just makes him chuckle.

He's smiling softly as he looks at me and it makes me mirror his smile as we hold eye contact.

"You're fucking adorable, you know that?" He whispers as he keeps the genuine smile on his face, his eyes boring into mine.

I immediately blush wildly at his words, darting my eyes down to my hands.

"God damn it," he murmurs, "You just got even more adorable."

Just as I'm about to look up at him his hand cups my jaw and he guides my face back up, his lips landing on mine before I even know whats happening.

I kiss him back eagerly, leaning into him to deepen it and I inhale deeply to steady my rapid heartbeat.

When he doesn't pull away, I chuckle against his lips, "You need to eat. Please."

He opens his eyes, our lips parting as he nods and smiles, "So do you."

I lean over to the coffee table, taking his plate and handing it to him before taking my own and turning towards the TV, "Put on that damn movie and let's get this over with."

He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement as he presses play.

I wake up in the middle of the night, the bright lights of the TV screen forcing me to open my eyes.

I shift and groan when I feel something heavy weighing me down.

I turn my head and realize it's because Chris is draped over me, his head on my stomach and his arm around me as he sleeps.

I yawn, shifting slightly and it makes Chris mumble inaudibly in his sleep but he doesn't wake up.

I take a deep breath, looking down at him and running my fingers through his hair gently as I whisper, "Hey, wake up sleeping beauty."

He groans but doesn't move, only shifting his head a little on my stomach and it makes me chuckle quietly. I run my fingers up and down the side of his face slowly, coaxing him to wake up.

I whisper, "Come on handsome, you can't sleep here."

I hear him take a deep breath and then his eyes flutter open. He blinks a few times, slowly realizing the situation we're currently in.

He yawns before saying, "I'm sorry. I think I fell asleep.."

He sits up on the couch, rubbing his eyes as I get up.

"I think we both did. It's no problem." I smile down at him as I stand in front of him, putting my hand out for him to take.

"I'll go back to my room, just need to find my stuff," he mumbles as he tiredly takes my hand and gets up.

"No you won't," I say and he furrows his brows at me.

"What?"

"Come on big guy," I say, lacing my fingers with his as I pull him towards my bedroom, "We won't get proper sleep on that couch and I want to cuddle."

He chuckles tiredly, following me into the bedroom and as soon as we reach the bed, he plops down on it.

I smile as he drifts off again, pulling the covers off on the other side before maneuvering him around to get it out from under him.

"Damn," I grunt as I try to move him, "You're heavy Evans."

He smiles sleepily, helping me lift himself off the bed until I have the covers off properly.

I slide into bed next to him and as soon as I do, he rolls over to me, moving me onto my side and pulling me into his chest.

He wraps an arm tightly around my waist as he pulls my back flush against him, nuzzling his face into my neck as he mumbles, "Goodnight sweetheart."

"Goodnight Chris," I say with a smile before I drift off.

Part 9

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