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itsmealaiah · 4 months

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Hiii! Can i pls request a Eminem x reader smut where reader is his younger girlfriend(still legal) and she gets alot of hate online so Eminem showers her with love and he defends her online?🩷

yes ❤️❤️

who gives a shit?

tags/ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, author not proofreading shit, rushed, comfort, p0rn with plot, dirty talk, just filth, use of the word wh0re.

MDNI ⚠️

do not repost anywhere else, copy, translate, claim as your own, or use anywhere besides this blog.

pairing: em x afab

Your POV:

I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing violently against the bedside table. Rolling over, I squint at the screen, still half-asleep. It's a message from marsh, my boyfriend. "Baby girl, wake up." The words are typed in all lowercase, his signature texting style. I smile, reaching over to grab the phone and swipe my finger across the screen. "Hey, sexy. What's up?"

He replies immediately, "Just wanted to make sure you were awake. You know how much I hate it when you stay out late." There's a playfulness in his tone, but there's a hint of worry there too. I can feel the warmth spread across my chest as I smile, thinking about how protective he is.

"I'm awake now, don't worry," I assure him, throwing off the sheets and stretching. I yawn, the motion sending a pleasant ache through my body. "What are you up to today?"

There's a brief pause before he responds. "I'm just chilling at home, gonna work on some new music." He always seems so focused when he's in this mood, but I know he's just as excited about it as I am. "Wanna come over?"

I bite my bottom lip, considering his offer. Being with Em is always better than being apart, but I know what it's like to have him consumed by his work. "Sure, but I can't promise I'll be much company. You know how I am when you're in the zone."

There's another pause, longer this time. "It's okay, baby. Just come over. I'd rather have you here, even if you're just sleeping or reading or whatever." His words make me feel so loved and wanted, it's impossible not to melt a little. "I'll make breakfast, okay?"

Smiling to myself, I gather my things and make my way over to his house. The walk is short, but it never fails to make my heart race a little, thinking about how much he means to me. I knock on his door, and a few seconds later, it swings open. Em stands there, bare-chested and wearing a pair of worn-in denim shorts, his hair messy and his eyes sleepy. He looks so damn sexy.

"Hey," he says, pulling me into a tight hug. I inhale the familiar scent of his skin, musk and sweat and something else that's uniquely him. "I missed you." He kisses me gently before leading me inside. The air in his apartment is warm and comfortable, and there's a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. "I made you some pancakes."

"That sounds amazing," I say, following him into the kitchen. He's already pulled out a chair for me at the small breakfast bar and set a plate of pancakes, along with a cup of coffee, in front of me. "You're the best."

he chuckles, sitting down next to me.

"You really are something else, you know that?" he says, taking a bite of his own pancake. "You're beautiful, and talented, and you put up with all my shit. I don't know what I'd do without you." He leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"I'm just being honest," I tell him, laughing. "You're a little crazy, but I love you."

He grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I know I am. But it's okay, because you're crazy too. And it works, you know?" He takes another bite of his pancake, and I watch as he chews, his jaw working gracefully. There's a certain rhythm to the way he moves, a fluidity that I find endlessly captivating. "So, what do you want to do today?"

I consider the question, taking a sip of my coffee. "I don't know, actually. What do you want to do?"

He shrugs. "I've got a few ideas, but I'd rather spend the day with you. We could go for a walk, maybe find a quiet spot and just talk or read or something. Or we could just stay in, watch a movie or make out all day." His voice drops low on the last word, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

"Sounds perfect," I say, reaching over to take his hand. "I could really use some time to just be with you, you know? We never seem to have enough of that these days." He squeezes my hand gently, his touch sending a rush of warmth through my body.

We finish our breakfast, and I help him clean up the dishes. As we're rinsing the plates, I glance up at him, noticing the way his muscles move as he scrubs the sponge across the surface. He's so focused on what he's doing, and yet he's still so graceful. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to watch him pleasure me, the way his body moves in perfect rhythm, the way he'd look at me with those intense eyes. The thought makes me shiver with anticipation.

"You okay?" he asks, noticing the look on my face. "You're acting a little…intense there."

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just…thinking about something." I smile up at him, trying to be nonchalant. "I was just wondering what it would be like if we found some time to be alone later, you know?"

His eyes widen, and a slow smile spreads across his face. "Oh really?" he says, his voice low and husky. "And what did you have in mind?"

I glance down at the floor, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "Well, I was thinking…maybe we could find a quiet spot, just the two of us, and you could show me what you're really like in bed." My voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a heat to it that I can't contain. "I mean, I know we've been together a while, but…I feel like there's so much more we could explore together. Don't you ever want to try something new?"

He leans in, his face close to mine. His breath fans across my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "Oh, baby," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I'd love to explore all the things you're thinking about with you. I've been wanting this for so long." His hand finds its way to my hip, gently squeezing. "But we should probably find a place where we can be a little more comfortable. You know, where we won't be interrupted."

I nod, unable to speak past the sudden tightness in my throat. I can feel the anticipation building inside me, a mixture of desire and nervousness that seems to pool low in my belly. I know he's going to make me feel amazing, and I can't wait to see what he has in store for us.

He takes my hand, leading me upstairs to our bedroom. The room is dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. He turns to face me, taking in my expression, and then leans in, pressing his lips against mine. His tongue darts out, tentatively exploring my mouth, and I moan into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands move down my back, gripping my ass, pulling me closer.

He breaks the kiss, stepping back just enough to strip off his shirt. It falls to the floor, revealing his sculpted chest, dusting of fine hair leading down to his waistband. Without another word, he unbuckles his belt, lets his pants slide down his hips, and steps out of them. He's completely naked now, and the sight of him takes my breath away. His erection is impressive, already half-hard, and I can't help but wonder what it would feel like buried deep inside me.

He climbs onto the bed, crawling over to where I sit on the edge, my heart racing. He reaches down, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties, and pulls them off in one swift motion. I'm left completely bare before him, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. He looks at me for a long moment, taking in my exposed body, before moving forward, pressing his lips against my neck. His hands find their way to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing gently.

I arch my back into his touch, moaning softly. "Please," I whisper, feeling the need for him growing stronger with every passing second. He moves his lips down my body, kissing and nipping at my breasts, sucking one hard before moving to the other. His hand slides between my legs, finding my aching center, and I gasp as he touches me. It feels so good to be touched like this, so intimately and thoroughly.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and then slowly slides a finger inside me. I'm so wet, it feels like I've been waiting for this for hours. He begins to move his finger in and out, finding a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure through my body. I can feel myself growing wetter, more needy with each passing second. His free hand finds its way to my clit, circling it gently before moving in to press against it, and I cry out, arching my back off the bed.

He smiles, his eyes never leaving mine. "You feel so good," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "So wet and ready for me." He pulls his finger out of me long enough to reach down and position his erection at my entrance. There's a moment of breathless anticipation as he pushes inside, filling me completely. It feels so good, so right. I gasp as he sinks deeper, stretching me in a way that makes me ache for more.

His hands move up to my shoulders, gently holding me down onto the bed as he begins to thrust into me. Each thrust is powerful and deliberate, driving him deeper inside me with each passing second. I can feel every inch of him as he moves against me, and the sensation is overwhelming. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood as I struggle to keep myself from coming apart beneath him.

He leans down, capturing one of my nipples between his lips, sucking hard as he thrusts into me. The combination of pain and pleasure is almost too much to bear, and I can feel myself beginning to lose control. My hips meet his each time he drives into me, my body begging for more. His free hand moves between us, finding my clit once again, circling and teasing until I'm on the brink of orgasm.

With a final, powerful thrust, he pushes deep inside me, his body tensing as he releases himself against my flesh. I feel him grow still for a moment, and then he begins to move again, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he regains his strength. His hips meet mine in perfect rhythm, and I can feel the tension building inside me once again.

I reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as my orgasm washes over me in a wave of intense pleasure. My body arches off the bed, my cries of release muffled against his shoulder. He continues to move inside me, his thrusts growing deeper and harder as he finds his own release.

He's powerful and dominant, but there's also a gentleness to him that I hadn't expected. The way he kisses and caresses me, the way he listens to my gasps and moans, makes me feel cherished and desired. I'm no longer aware of the rest of the world as we move together, lost in this intimate dance.

Time seems to stand still as we make love, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I can feel the warmth of his skin against mine, the rhythm of his heartbeat matching the pace of our lovemaking. It's as if we've known each other for years, as if we were meant to be together like this.

When he finally collapses on top of me, spent and satisfied, I'm left feeling both fulfilled and completely and utterly content. He rolls to the side, pulling me into his embrace, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It's soothing, comforting, and I realize that this is what I've been missing. Not just sex, but this connection, this intimacy.

As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder if this is what love feels like. I mean, we just met, and it was sort of weird that he knew my name, but…the way he touched me, the way he made me feel so wanted and desired…it's like nothing I've ever experienced before.

I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. Groggily, I roll over and grab it, glancing at the screen to see that it's three in the morning. Great. Who could possibly be texting me at this hour? I unlock the phone and scroll through my messages, feeling a knot form in my stomach as I see a string of nasty comments from my "friends" online.

They're all talking about how I must be some sort of whore, how I should be ashamed of myself, and how everyone knows who I am now. The words sting, but somehow they feel hollow compared to the warmth that still lingers in my body from our lovemaking. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to push away the hurt and focus on the feeling of being loved and wanted for who I am, rather than what people think they know about me.

I roll back over and nestle myself against the solid wall of his chest, inhaling his familiar scent and feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. He stirs, one hand moving to cradle my head as he kisses the top of my head. "What's wrong baby?" he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment by sharing the ugliness of the outside world with him. But I can't help but wonder if he's ever experienced anything like this before. "People are being really mean online," I whisper. "They don't know what they're talking about, but it still hurts."

He sits up slowly, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. His strong arms wrap around me, holding me tightly against his chest. "It's going to be okay," he whispers, kissing the top of my head. "They're just jealous, that's all. They don't know what they're missing." His words are soothing, and I feel a little of the tension drain from my body.

He leans back against the headboard, cradling me in his arms, and I gaze up at him. His eyes are intense, but there's also a hint of sadness there. "Believe me when I say that none of that matters, y/n. You are perfect just the way you are. And as long as you're with me, you'll never have to worry about what anyone else thinks." His words make my heart ache, and I can't help but wonder if he truly means them.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "I wish I could believe that," I whisper.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You can believe it," he says firmly. "Because it's true. You are everything to me, and no one can take that away." His words are like a balm, easing the ache in my chest.

I nestle closer to him, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. Despite the cruelty of the outside world, in this moment, everything feels right. I can't help but wonder how long this will last, and if the weight of the world will eventually crush us. But for now, I'm going to hold onto this feeling, this sense of being loved and wanted for who I am, and enjoy every second of it.

#eminem x y/n #eminem imagines #eminem x reader #eminem #slim shady #marshall mathers #itsmealaiah #eminem x you

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simplepotatofarmer · 4 months

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream makes fun of Technoblade's style in prison

"I gotta be honest, Dream," said Techno, with a deep breath, rubbing his hands over his knees.

Dream preemptively rolled his eyes; it had been a week (or he thought it had been a week, Dream was counting the days based on when Techno slept which wasn't the best way of telling time but a lot better than his previous method of just guessing) and already he knew Techno's little tells.

"Your decoratin' skills leave a lot to be desired. This cell is not very welcomin' or homey."

"WHAT?"

In the same way Dream knew that Techno had been preparing to say something that would rile him up, he knew Techno's comment was bullshit. Techno didn't actually think Dream had been responsible for the decoration of the cell and he wasn't actually upset it wasn't homey, whatever the fuck that meant, but that wouldn't stop Dream from reacting as if he did.

"I'm just sayin', where are the personal touches?"

Dream rolled his eyes again, exaggerated, struggling to keep his mouth pressed into a straight line. The muscles of his face ached a little.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "I'll get- I'll get right on decorating the cell I've been locked up in for months." Techno was nodding, face fake-serious, and Dream almost laughed. "Maybe I'll get a- a houseplant or whatever."

Techno was still nodding, fingers tapping along his chin. When his gaze flicked towards Dream, there was a sort of relieved sadness in his eyes. Dream studiously ignored that look.

"A nice paintin' would really spruce things up in here."

A snort escaped Dream. He was slowly losing the battle. His mouth curled upwards.

"Even if- Even if I could get a painting, I'm not going to trust you. Y-your style sucks, Techno."

"HEH??"

Now Dream laughed; the look on Techno's face was still mostly an act, he knew that, but it was a funny one. Goal achieved, he guessed.

"You're wearing a fancy ass cloak in prison. You have- You have a crown! It's actually ridiculous," said Dream, crossing his arms over his chest. The smile was still on his face and Techno still looked relieved beneath the feigned offense.

"Oh, I see, I see." The cell wasn't large. It took Techno three steps to stand next to Dream but he somehow managed to give the impression of ambling his way over. "You're jealous, Dream. I mean, you do dress like a weird homeless man so it's understandable."

Dream's eye-rolling muscles were getting a workout.

"You're so stupid. I'm not jealous."

"No, no, no, I get it, Dream. You don't need to pretend. We're best friends, right?" Techno's fingers brushed the back of Dream's head before placing his hand over his heart. "And because I'm such a good friend, I'm willin' to share."

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Dream asked even though Techno was already taking off his cloak. It would have been too much work to move - Dream's hips were sore, his whole body was sore, and the obsidian hurt his knees - and moving wouldn't have stopped Techno anyway.

Draping the cloak around Dream's shoulder, Techno sunk to the floor next to him. The cloak was soft and heavy. It smelled like smoke and sweat and pine sap and dog. The fur tickled Dream's face. He rubbed the collar against his skin, cheeks going red when he noticed Techno watching him.

To offset the sudden awkwardness of vulnerability, Techno said with a groan, "I'd let you borrow my crown, man, but it wouldn't fit. Your head is kinda tiny compared to mine."

"Fuck off, Techno, my- my head is not tiny."

Techno laughed while Dream hid his face in the cloak.

"Sure, Dream, I believe you." Techno wrapped an arm around him, not caring with such ease when his arm was crushed between Dream's bony back and the obsidian wall that Dream wondered if that had been the plan from the beginning. "I believe you."

@sixteenth-day-event

#loyal answers things #sixteenthdayevent #technoblade #dreamwastaken #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #rivals duo #rivalsblr #dreblr #i actually think this is cute y'all i did my best <3 <3

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sunshine-scented · 1 year

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Hehe Hello hello Can i request Wukong, Macaque and Mk ( platonic on Mk one, because Wanna make Reader being a mother to him )

A goddess Reader that's well Tf so gorgeous so handsome they can cook they can do anything so basically How they Thought and say like " Hm? Oh reader yeah i know him they blablabla " On reader just wanna seee i might love this one

Olso have a great day luv your Work And take a rest and drink a lot of water

- ✨ Yuzex ✨

Cute~ I've definitely heard about these type of concepts before, I'm glad I get to make one of them!

❀ Tell me more, don't be shy ❀

: Them talking about their s/o when asked, voice lines hc!

: Sun Wukong, Macaque, MK(platonic) x reader

: Fluff!!

Sun Wukong

About (Name); showing off

"You've met (Name) already? I mean, that's great and all but I was the first one to meet them so hah! What do you mean that it doesn't matter? Uh, duh? It's (Name)?? The best person you will ever meet in your entire life until you die???? Keep up bud"

About (Name); hidden secret

"Wh...what are you doing touching me like that? Huh? (Name) told you I liked scratches on my fur? Wha— ughhh, I told them to keep it a secrettt...whatever, you're not allowed to touch me, only (Name) is allowed in that, hmph"

About (Name); Adoring

"If there's one thing I absolute adore about (Name) that isn't them existing, it's them in general. No really, I mean it. I love how they make me feel better by just talking to me about the weather, I love how easy it is to be myself with them. I just love them so much you know? It's hard to explain but basically, if they were to disappear in this world, then I would flatten mountains, empty oceans, and flip the world upside down until I get them back into my arms."

About (Name); Facts

"Did you know (Name) liked that color in their shirts? I always see them wear those kind of clothes with that style. Oh! Those birds over there yeah? They think they're cute and often stare at them when they're zoning out. And that one over there? That's their favorite place to eat. Also— MPHH?! Ack- why did you cover my mouth all of the sudden?! Yeesh, have some respect, anyways, did you know that (Name) really liked those kind of shoes—"

Six eared Macaque

About (Name); first impressions

"To be completely honest, I didn't think I'd like them as much as I do now. I thought that they were just some ordinary being not worth my time, yet when they talked to me over and over again, suddenly, I felt rather...lonely whenever they're gone. Heh, how annoying of them♡"

About (Name); soft spots

"...You won't leave me alone until I tell you more about (Name) huh? You're lucky I like talking about them so much. However, if I did try talking about them more we'd be here until I decide to stop holding grudges..Huh? I'm going soft? You seriously just realized?"

About (Name); voice

"(Name) once told me that they found my voice soothing to listen to. I'll admit, it took me by surprise the first time they mentioned it, yet that boldness they showed at that moment was attractive of them. Telling me something I never knew people liked about me? And told by the one person you'd kill a whole nation for? Sends shivers down my spine"

About (Name); Sleep

"Knowing me, I never got a lot of sleep. And even if I did it's probably somewhere about 4 hours and then boom, a nightmare to haunt my life until I die. Twice. As cliche as it sounds, I sleep better when (Name) is with me. Something about their arms sharing their warmth into mine never fails to lull me to sleep. Perhaps it's also the fact that they sometimes hum small melodies or run their hands onto my hair to sooth me from whatever's on my mind. It's now mandatory that they stay with me everytime I'm going to sleep, hopefully they don't mind~"

About (Name); excitement

"Huh?! You know about (Name)?!?! That's so cool! (Name)'s so cool!!!! They're so nice and caring and amazing and caring and nice and caring you know? I want to grow up to be just as nice and caring and amazing and caring and caring and nice as them!"

About (Name); injuries

"Look! I'm a mummy! Hehehe I'm not actually one, it's just that I got into this hugee battle with a demon and the aftermath got me all these scars and bruises. (Name) was not happy, gosh, the look on their face when they wrapped bandages on my body while they gave me a whole hour long lecture was so..*shiver* remind me to take better care of myself please"

About (Name); snacks

"My bag is a little bit heavier than usual, maybe it's because of the multiple snacks (Name) keeps inside it. I mean, I'm not complaining, I like the snacks they give me. But a hero's gotta have agility too you know! How am I gonna heroically jump on buildings and beat demons with a heavy bag of super delicious extremely amazing and over the top golden snacks that (Name) gives me?"

About (Name); Lessons

"I think (Name) saw how stressed I am with this whole hero thing, first it was DBK, then spider queen, LDB and now this Asare Leon guy or whatever his name was. It's like I can't keep anything from them. Yet, they still treated me gently and talked to me about how everything happens for a reason, I'm living this life because I'm strong enough to live it. Honestly, I'm glad they told me this, if it weren't for them, I would have been eaten alive by some stinky demon, ewww"

I'm trying so hard not to make another Nezha fic it's literally mental torture

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lilmashae · 9 months

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ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚prank call˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ — ft. skz

thank you all for 300 followers! requests are open, i'll be writing for all groups/series this month and also working on requests. i'm trying a new writing format/style, let me know how you like it!

genre: smut

pairing/trope: frat!au, jock!hyunjin x cheerleader!reader (not that important to the plot)

wordcount: 1.8k

cw: fingering (f. receiving), oral (m. + f receiving). overstimulation, no direct p in v, a bit of angst, cliff hanger?, not proof!read, etc.

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“Who’s that girl he’s with?”

You’d never seen her before. Maybe she’s a freshman? She must be — everyone knows that Hwang Hyunjin is yours. He’s yours — even though you ignored him most of the time. Still, you didn’t like the way she hung off his arm.

Hyunjin had tried pursuing you multiple times. He’d buy you coffee before morning lectures or leave cheesy notes and doodles on your study guide, “Looks like the prettiest girl has the prettiest handwriting.” He made you roll your eyes — if you were honest, his persistence was endearing.

“Why do you care, huh? Feeling jealous?” Your friends teased you, one of them poking at your cheek. “Jealous? No way, I’m just curious.” You stare down into your cup, sloshing the golden liquid around before taking a small swig — you’re lying. “Well,” one nudges you. “There’s an after-party at Mari’s — a sleepover, just for the cheerleaders. You coming?” Shoving your hands into your pockets, you pull out your phone. “Maybe — if I feel like it.”

“You’re coming.” You playfully scoff, placing your phone on the small kitchen island (next to your drink). “Am I?”

“You are.” She responds blandly, finishing her drink in a few gulps. You stay quiet, agreeing to come along. “My cup is empty…” It’s a soft statement. You walk towards the counter, pouring more liquid into the red cup. You can hear your friend yell (from) behind you, “We’ll leave in an hour!”

“Whatever.”

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“This is boring.” You hum, lying on your back. “Is not! You’re just bored because you haven’t tried yet.” One of the cheerleaders defends themselves, “Sure.” You sigh before sitting up and leaning on your arms. “I’m going to go home. You guys are a bunch of losers.”

“Here, give it a go.” Mari shoves the phone in your face, “Call whoever you–” she’s interrupted by another girl who blurts out, “Call Hyunjin!” Why him? What would you even say? “Seriously?” You throw a pillow at her, “Hey!” She shouts, “What am I going to say to him?” You look down, messing with the hem of your shorts. “Oh, Hyunjin, my love! How could you forget about me? Who was that girl on your arm — you still love me, right?” They all bust out into “ohs” and “ahs,” giggles erupting into the room. “Shut up! Absolutely not.” You groan, putting your hands in front of your face. “It’s getting late~” Mari laughed, rubbing your back. “Let’s leave her alone and go to bed, m’kay?”

“You’re no fun, Mari!” One chimes.

“I think she’s so much fun!” You rush to her rescue brashly. “Mari’s the best, the best!” You say before turning off the table-side lamp and pulling the covers over yourself (dramatically). “Night!”

Even though you’d said “Good night,” you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Who was that girl? Would it really hurt to ask? You were sure Hyunjin would be more than happy to answer you of all people. But you haven’t exactly been the best to him, ignoring his compliments, rolling your eyes and scoffing whenever you saw him, and even rejecting his presents to you. Maybe he’d finally realized he deserved better — that you weren’t worth his time. Consumed by your emotions, you had decided to call him. You carefully threw back the duvet of Mari’s bed, slipping out into the hallway. Pressing your home screen, you quickly found yourself in your phone’s settings — shutting off your caller ID.

There’s no way he’d answer a random number. No way. You listened to the phone’s ringtone. Ring, ring, ring, until it clicked. “Hello?” A gasp escaped your lips. You weren’t expecting an answer. Searching for your words, you were immediately brought back by the voice on the other line, “Uhm — hello?”

“Hyunjin?” You whispered softly into the phone.

“Yeah?” Wasn’t he going to ask who it was?

“Did you forget about me, Hyunie? ” The nickname came from nowhere special — you just felt like using it.

“Forget about you?”

“Mhm… Forget.”

“Hm…” There’s a moment of silence. “I don’t think so.”

“Really? It seems like it. Who was that, Hyunie — the girl at the party?”

“I wanted to make someone jealous…” There’s another long silence, and you can hear his breathing on the other line. “Did it work? Did I make you jealous,” he pauses again. “Y/n? Will you finally go out with me?”

“How? I–” Your breath hitches — he wanted to make you jealous? “I’m not sure.”

“Do you want me to prove it?” His voice was sensual and faint.

“Prove it?” You repeated him, “Prove what? Prove it how?”

You could hear him chuckle, “Prove that I didn’t forget about you, Pretty. I’ll pick you up if you want to know how.~”

“Okay…”

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It wasn’t cold outside. The air was humid — and the breeze felt good on your skin. He was obviously fucking with you. It’d been around fifteen minutes since you snuck out of Mari’s apartment, grabbing your phone and a jacket. Just as you were about to walk back into the building, a car rode up next to you. “Did I make you wait?” It was Hyunjin — okay, so he wasn’t fucking with you. “Not really…” You lie — your bold personality suddenly fizzled into a shy and quiet fit. You open his car door, sitting down and shifting in the seat. “Something wrong?” He whispers close to your neck. “No,” you look at him — inches from his face. Why have you been rejecting him again? He’s only ever been good to you — he’s handsome and popular on campus too: captain of the school’s soccer team and a starter on the basketball team, not to mention he’s kind to almost everyone.

“I-I don’t think so.” Your voice fades out, and you suddenly remember why you turned him down all those times.

“Be careful of Hwang Hyunjin.” That’s what girls on the team said, “He’ll break your heart.” The rumors seemed to follow you everywhere — and they were right. Even by not getting involved with him, you still ended up hurt.

“I should have just said yes.” You deadpan. Hyunjin tilts his head. He looks confused. “What?”

“You know, when you asked me out. Even if I was worried to get hurt.” More confusion. “Hurt? Why would you get hurt?” He asks, hand now holding your cheek. You look at him, “You don’t know?” He shakes his head, “You’re supposed to be ‘Hyunjin the Heartthrob,’ right? I should have just dated you — now you’ve moved on.” The shock on Hyunjin’s face is visible. “Really?” He chuckles, “I already told you, Y/N…” He leaned in closer to your lips. “I could never forget you.” You need to close the space between you two.

This is the first time you’ve spoken to him so casually — without being a bitch, without trying to scare him off. “Kiss me then.” You demand him, and he does. He connects his lips to your own, the two molding into each other. His hands clasp onto your face, and yours find his neck, softly entangling with his hair. You can feel one of his hands traveling to your stomach, then your waist, and finally to the loose hem of your shorts before he halts. “Is this what you want, Y/N — you won’t regret it, right?” You pull away from his kiss, breathless. “Yes, Hyunie. I won’t regret it… Not ever.” You peck his lips once again, and he flashes a grin. His fingers are cold as they loop around your panies. "You're so wet." He hissed, feeling the slick that coated his fingers. He plunged a finger into your entrance, and then another. "Shit.." You blurt out. "How's that, hm? Good for my pretty girl?" He asks, whispering against your lips. "Mhm... 'S so good." Hyunjin curled his fingers up again and again in search of that spongy spot. He flicked your clit with his thumb, forcing in another finger. "You're pussy's so greedy, Y/N. Just like I imagined..." He laughs, and kisses you again. Your back arches, feeling the stretch you whine into his mouth. "F-fuck! You th-thought about this?" He smiles, trailing his kisses from your chin to your neck. " Of course, haven't you? God, I can feel you clenching around just my fingers..." The only thing that felt better than his fingers deep inside of your gummy walls, thrusting — was the knot in your stomach, ready to come undone. "I think I'm... I'm going to cum, Hyunjin!" You whined, grinding into the flat of his hand. "Ah," he tuts, "call me Hyunie again." He slowed his fingers movement. "Mhm! Don't-don't... Shit! Don't stop Hyunie! Let me cum, Baby. Please..!" You babbled as he sped up again. "I'll let you cum, but only because you asked so nicely."

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Even though you'd cum once, you weren't done yet. "I want you in my mouth." You told him — how could he deny you? You took his length in your mouth, giving his tip little-kitten-licks before he fully pushed your head down. He filled your throat so well, your eyes teary as you sucked him off — one hand on his waist, the other massaging his base and balls. "Y-you're so good, Beautiful...'S good, you know that?" Your tongue felt hot and wet on him — it wasn't long before he came, emptying his load into your tight throat. "Swallow, Honey." And you did exactly that, poking out your tongue to show him. He took his finger and pressed it down onto your tongue, spreading your spit. "A work of art..." He whispered to himself. "I think it's your turn now." He opened your legs — coming face to face with your core. "Pretty even down here. Look at that." Leaning into your heat, he began to sloppily make out with your lips: teeth gently prodding at you skin while his nose brushing against your clit all while he shoves his tongue in and out of your hole. "A-ahh..." You moan, you fingers finding his hair again. His hands snake around your waist and grip your hips. "You taste so good." He hums, the vibrations send pleasure up your spine, you arch your back, "This is all for me right? You're mine?" You manage to choke out a small yelp, "Yours! I'm-I'm Hyunie's..." He keeps tongue-fucking you, the tightness in your stomach returns as he hungrily eats you out. "Fuck, Hyunie, I can't..." He only goes faster, "Yeah you can, you've got it right, Baby? I have to make sure you're ready..." You can feel yourself opening and clenching down onto his muscle, your hands adventuring his hair, softly tugging as you ride out your high.

"See, I knew you had it in you." He places a soft-chaste kiss on your lips. "Now, Baby's all ready for my cock?"

#lil-ma-shae #fanfiction #fem!reader #smut #skz x reader #skz smut #skz #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #shae's sit down!☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★⋆˙⟡♡#poc!reader #black!reader

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whiskey-tango-matcha · 4 months

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FOH/BOH pt 1/2 (M, cold)

I'm splitting this in two because it's going to be 2 fairly distinct parts. In this one, Elijah is sick - but I'll be honest, a lot of it is just Mark being introspective. I wanted to write out a little of his story, since my last story had a good amount of Matt's inner thoughts. Idk what else to say about this one, lol other than Elijah catches something from the servers and is his usual pissed off self about it. Next part will hopefully be out soon-ish. Hope you all like it :)

CW: male, cold, fever, light mess, contagion, coughing. 2.7k words.

FOH/BOH

As far as Matt was concerned, there were two types of people in this world: front of house, and back of house.

Matt didn’t believe in astrology; he thought the enneagram was stupid, hated personality tests, and nearly scoffed in Elijah’s face when he told the management team at Elliot’s they’d be analyzing management styles using one of those what-color-is-your-parachute tests during the slow season this year. He did, however, believe firmly, almost spiritually, in the FOH/BOH divide.

The differences, Matt knew, could be subtle or obvious, but they were always distinct.

“Elijahhh!” Greyson called from the kitchen at the top of his lungs. “We can all hear you from in here!”

The cooks whooped with laughter from their prep stations behind the line, and Matt bit his cheek to keep from joining them. Greyson turned towards him, a smirk painted on his face, and secured his hair at the top of his head with a sharpie while they waited for Elijah’s inevitable trudge into the kitchen.

When Elijah pushed through the kitchen doors, the cooks forced themselves into submission and strapped in for the dressing-down they knew was coming their chef’s way. Elijah walked straight to the prep table in the middle of the kitchen and made livid eye contact with Greyson, obviously ready to go to blows. Matt, entirely too close for comfort, took a tentative step towards the line to keep out of the path of destruction.

“Do you thingk,” Elijah said, his voice low and cracking, “that you could fucking cool it with the theatrics, just this once? Just for today? For mbe – hh – hhITZCH-ue! HTSHH-uh! HRRTSHH-ue! Hh-!”

Elijah was stuck in a sort of pre-sneeze purgatory for longer than Greyson had the patience for, apparently. “By all means,” Greyson said, leaning on the prep table with his head in one hand, “don’t stop on my behalf.”

The GM colored and lowered his arm from his face, casting daggers at the chef. “Do you really thingk it’s appropriate for us to fuckigg squabble around your staff?” Elijah asked, quiet enough that only Greyson and Matt could hear it. Greyson smiled, stood to his full height, and placed a hand on Elijah’s shoulder.

“I do,” he said at full volume. “They’re not our real kids, it’s okay if they see mommy and daddy duke it out.”

The cooks roared once again, and Elijah flushed, clearly annoyed. “Fine,” he said, clearing his throat. “You’re on one today. Whatever. I have to go findish helping the servers set up for the night. Leave mbe out of your stupid little mood.”

“I’m on one because you have the server’s fuckin’ flu and you should be at home, not continuing the spread,” Greyson said to Elijah’s back as his boss started out the kitchen doors. “Mark is coming in in twenty minutes and you are leaving.”

Elijah didn’t turn back around, just flashed the kitchen the finger as he walked out into the dining room. Greyson turned towards his sous and rolled his eyes.

“Passive aggressive fuck,” Greyson said, picking his knife up and turning towards the line cooks behind him. “Don’t worry, guys, we still love you all, mommy and daddy just get frustrated with one another sometimes.”

Another round of laughter from the cooks. Matt shook his head, smiling until they all heard Elijah once again from the dining room – “HRRESHHH-ue!”

Greyson smiled devilishly at Matt, then his cooks, and held up his hand. “One, two,” he mouthed to the cooks, holding up the corresponding fingers. When he got to three, he pointed to the swinging doors that lead to the dining room. The whole kitchen, in tandem, called towards them.

“Bless you, Elijah.”

Within seconds, Elijah’s strained voice answered. “Oh, fuck off all of you.”

This time, the line cooks nearly collapsed with laughter. Greyson turned towards Matt, grinning ear to ear. “Think he heard us?” he asked. Matt couldn’t help but join in on the laughter this time.

***

At first, Mark hadn’t been sure that he bought Matt’s whole front of house person/back of house person bullshit.

“People have layers, babe,” Mark had said, coursing his fingers through Matt’s hair while they ignored the movie that was playing on TV. “No one is just… some caricature of ‘kitchen’ or ‘dining room’. This isn’t The Bear.”

“But that’s the thing, baby, it kind of is The Bear,” Matt said, sitting up straight and looking his boyfriend in the eye. “Did you not relate to The Bear? I don’t think this is going to work if you didn’t relate to The Bear, I’m not gonna lie to you.”

“I mean, yeah, I did but… I don’t know. I want to be more than just my job, y’know?” Mark pulled Matt back to laying on his lap – Matt allowed himself to be pulled.

“This isn’t about your job, it’s about your personality,” Matt explained. “Not everyone has worked in a restaurant, but that doesn’t mean they’re not a front or back of house person.”

“I’m so lost, honey. I thought this was about restaurants.”

“No, it’s about people.”

“Maybe you should look into getting your GED,” Mark said, elbowing Matt playfully. “So you can go to college for, like, sociology or something.”

“Oh fuck you,” Matt said, not unkindly. “You have to know what I mean. C’mon. You’re telling me you’ve never met someone and gone, ‘oh, that person’s totally a kitchen person’.”

“I can genuinely say I have not,” Mark said, placing a kiss on the top of Matt’s head. “Your mind is an enigma.”

They’d dropped it at that point, but Mark hadn’t stopped thinking about it all week. He’d thought about it when he’d talked to his dad on the phone and he asked Mark whether he’d gotten his oil changed lately, but didn’t say ‘I love you’ when they hung up – man, he’s such a back of house guy. He’d thought about it when he’d bought a coffee and the barista asked him about the entirety of his college career in England while a line formed out the door behind him – never met such a front of house person in my life. He’d especially thought about it at work, where the servers and bussers loudly complained all week about being sick.

“Maaaark,” Riley, their lead server, whined to him one day. “I feel like fuckin shiiiit.”

“Well, the shift is 85% over,” Mark replied as he replaced the silverware on an empty table. “Do you think you can make it another hour?”

Riley had pouted, sniffled, and shrugged. “I guess,” she said, opening her server book. “But, like, I’ve already made my money tonight, can’t you just cut me early?”

Typical front of house, Mark had thought to himself. So maybe Matt had been right; maybe there were just two types of people in this world. The problem was, despite having been ‘front of house’ most of his adult life, he didn’t know if he really… belonged there.

Mark had, essentially, fallen into working in restaurants; he’d been an English major in college – which basically guaranteed your life to veer towards serving tables or shaking cocktails – and when he’d graduated, he hadn’t felt the pull towards teaching or grad school or any of the typical ‘English major’ careers his friends had chosen. Instead, he kept his serving job; eventually, the resort that he worked at offered him a banquet captain position, which he did until he realized catering made him want to stab both eyes out with a cocktail fork. When he moved to New York on a whim, Mark had been sure he’d apply to grad school, or look for a copy-writing position, or apply to be a publisher’s assistant – but he didn’t. Instead, he found himself dialing the number on a flyer in the window of a soon-to-be-opened restaurant near the apartment he shared with four other recent college grads.

“Future home of Elliot’s restaurant, this is Elijah speaking,” the voice on the other end of the number answered on the first ring.

“Hi,” Mark had said. “I was wondering if you were hiring any front of house positions?”

It turned out that Mark was the first person to call Elijah in search of a job. Despite his only being twenty-one at the time, and despite the fact that he had no managerial experience, Elijah hired him on the spot to be the front of house manager.

“You have a good vibe,” Elijah said when they met at a coffee shop for Mark’s interview. “That’s all I really care about.”

And then suddenly, somehow, seven years had passed. He’d never found a good enough reason to leave Elliot’s; he was paid well, Elijah let him take tips when he had to cover for servers or bartenders, and the work, while demanding, felt mostly fun. He’d never felt like a front of house person, he was just… a person who worked in the front of house. Sometimes, Mark thought, he didn’t know what kind of person he was at all. A person who things just happened around. A background person. A person that no one could say much about, other than he had a good vibe.

That is, until Matt.

“Hi honey,” Matt said as Mark pushed through the back doors into the kitchen. Mark smiled wide when he saw that Matt was alone in the back kitchen; he pulled his boyfriend in for a long kiss, which Matt returned greedily.

“Hi,” Mark said, finally pulling away. “How have things been here this morning?”

Before Matt could answer, they heard a huge, “HRRTSHH-ue!” from the front kitchen. Mark whipped his head towards the sound, then back to Matt.

“Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is,” Mark said. Matt pressed his lips together, unwilling to be the bearer of bad news.

“Mbark,” Elijah said, rounding the corner with a hand held over the bottom half of his face, “you’re here, great.” The GM yanked a paper towel from the holder on the wall next to Matt and used it to wipe his nose before gesturing Mark to follow him, “Let’s go over the ndight, mbeet me in the office.”

“Right behind you,” Mark murmured to Elijah’s back. Before he followed his boss, he threw Matt a pained look, which his boyfriend returned with a mouthed, I’m sorry.

When the servers were sick, they were annoying because they complained constantly. They called out at the slightest provocation, they glommed onto one another and spread their illnesses like wildfire, and they always ended up sending their shit into the kitchen when one of them inevitably slept with a cook after a long night of drinking. When Elijah was sick, though, it was annoying for a whole other set of reasons.

Mostly, if he was honest, it was the blatant denial that he found obnoxious. “So, tondight shouldn’t be too heinous,” Elijah said, rubbing his nose on the back of his hand as he sat at the shared desk. “It’s tomborrow we really have to – tuh… hhITZSHH-ue! HTSHH-ue!” Elijah folded in on himself to sneeze away from Mark, blearily rubbed his eyes behind his glasses, and attempted to continue. “To worry about,” he finished, coughing into the back of his hand.

“Uh huh,” Mark said, taking in the state of his boss. Elijah had been quiet yesterday, and quick to annoyance, but despite knowing the man for almost a decade, Mark still wasn’t able to decipher between ‘quiet, easily annoyed’ Elijah and ‘getting sick’ Elijah. The two were indecipherable from one another.

“Don’t sit too close, Mark,” Greyson’s voice called from the prep station near the line. Both Mark and Elijah looked over at the chef, who was butchering New York’s and smirking to himself. “He’s sick as a dog.”

“Greyson,” Elijah called, his voice cracking on the word. “Could you combe in here for a minute, please?”

Greyson rolled his eyes, but put down his knife and walked toward the office all the same. “Yes, dear?” he asked, toweling off his hands and leaning on the office’s door frame. “How can I help you? Some tea, maybe, or perhaps a drive home?”

Elijah stood, pulled Greyson into the office, and shut the door. “Stop fuckigg patronizing mbe in front of the staff,” he growled, poking a finger into the chef’s chest. Greyson huffed out a little laugh and slapped a hand on Elijah’s forehead.

“I’ll stop,” he said, “when you no longer have a hundred-and-two fever.”

There they stood, the two ultimate testaments to Matt’s theory, duking it out in front of a clearly-forgotten Mark. Greyson, the gregarious, heart on his sleeve, back-of-house guy who would just as soon scream at you as he would give you the shirt off his back, and Elijah, the subdued stay-together-for-the-kids front of house man, who knew everything about everyone and cared so hard he couldn’t see anyone else caring about him in return. Yin and yang. Front and back. Which are you, Mark? he thought to himself as the standoff continued.

“Mark,” Greyson said, breaking the spell, “can you handle tonight by yourself out front?”

Mark blinked, first at his boss, then at Greyson, and finally found his voice. “Y-yeah, I mean, of course I can,” he said.

“It’s a busy ndight, Grey, I don’t waahhh – ETSCHH-zue! HhhNGTSHH-uhh!” Elijah wrenched to the side to keep from sneezing in Greyson’s face – much to the detriment of Mark.

“Yikes,” Greyson muttered, watching Mark cringe against the spray Elijah directed, unknowingly, into his face. His boss flushed bright red when he realized what he’d done.

“Fuckigg shit,” Elijah murmured, yanking a tissue out of the box and handing it, lamely, to Mark. “Fugck, Mbark I’mb so sorry I didn’t meee – ETSCHH-zue!” This time, Elijah tented both hands over his face to keep from having a repeat of that incident. Greyson took his hand back then, shrunk away from the GM.

“Maybe, uh, give us a signal next time?” Greyson said, an attempt to break the tension. Mark would’ve laughed if he didn’t feel so thoroughly...infected.

“Would’ve if I could’ve,” Elijah grumbled, pulling another tissue out and blowing his nose. “Mbark, I’m so -”

“It’s fine, boss,” Mark said, standing. “But, um, I do think Chef is right – maybe you should go home, sleep it off?”

Elijah swallowed, pain evident on his face, and finally gave up the charade. “Alright,” he said, curt. “Finde. I’ll go.” He turned back towards Mark. “You’re sure you’ve got this?”

“Of course, boss,” Mark said. Elijah nodded.

“Okay,” he said. “Take sombe Emergen-C or something, okay?”

“Okay, boss,” Mark said. Elijah coughed painfully into the sleeve of his shirt, grabbed his backpack, and signed out of the computer.

“I’ll drive you home,” Greyson offered, but Elijah shook his head.

“Thanks, mother, but I think I can handle a five-mbinute drive with a cold,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Just mbake sure your guys are ready for tomorrow ndight – it’s going to be a doozy.”

“And that’s how we know it’s really time for you to leave, when you start using words like ‘doozy’,” Greyson said, pushing Elijah out the door. “Go. You’ve infected enough people today.”

Finally, Elijah did as he was told and left. Mark and Greyson stood in the office avoiding eye contact with each other for what felt like a long moment.

“You wanna run to the store and get some Emergen-C?” Greyson asked, breaking the awkward silence. Mark laughed a little.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling a hand down his face, “I guess I probably should.”

On his way out the back door, Matt caught the back of Mark’s shirt. “The fuck is going on up there?” he asked, confusion written all over his face. “Where are you going? Did Elijah go home?”

Mark turned and embraced Matt, then pulled back to offer a small smile. “Elijah went home,” he said. “And I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” Matt asked again. Mark just sighed and gave his boyfriend a defeated look.

“I’m going to try and ward off the stupid fucking front of house flu.”

#whiskeyswriting #snz #sickfic #snzfic #coldfic #snzblr #snez #male cold #male snz #contagion #sneezeblr

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lemon-muncher · 1 year

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I was thinking some Shalnark x Dom reader? The gender and particular flavour is up to you :3 whether you're in the mood for sadism, bondage, pet play, whatever really. I just want to make him whine and feel so good he cries ✨😌

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH GOOD LORD SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK FROM HIM

Doing this headcanon style so I can add a bunch of stuff for him <3

I'll be keeping this gender neutral and have separate mini headcanons in some of them for female and male genitalia :]

Shalnark is definitely a crier. As much as he hates to admit it, the second he gets the tiniest bit overwhelmed, his eyes water like crazy.

Considering he's a manipulator, both as a person and as a nen user, giving up control isn't something he's use to. But the second his partner rips the control from under his feet, he's at their mercy without complaint.

Definitely a switch... Like I said, he's a manipulator and needs control to do pretty much anything but he finds it nice to let o of all the stress every once in a while.

He's kinky... THERE I SAID IT!!! He may have a cute and innocent face but the things he searches on his phone will get him sent to horny jail! Dude as 50 taps open dedicated to porn and twitter threads of some of the most foul things. I'm talking the hub, X Videos, probably some sketchy furry roleplay is mixed in there too.

Lets get into some of the specifics:

Chocking: He has the biggest turn on for breath play and he has ZERO clue where it came from... Whether you're riding him, plowing into him from behind, or forcing his head deeper into you sex, if you restrict his breathing in anyway, his eyes are immediately rolling back.

Hair Pulling: Another one that'll get his eyes rolling. He has the prettiest blonde hair and who wouldn't take the opportunity to pull him up by it. He has a really sensitive scalp so the slightest tug will have him yelping. If you snuggle after the deed, and you scratch his head he'll quite literally purr

Impact Play: I have nothing to say about this just know it's on my mind...

Roleplay: Yeah...

Feminization: Put this man in a pink frilly skirt! Call him princess and throw some thigh highs on him. Another one of his kinks that he randomly developed. Probably started from a twitter video to be honest. But he loves if you dress him up all nice and pretty and takes him out. Call him 'your girl' or 'princess' out in public and he'll pull you to a nearby alleyway.

Exhibitionism: Will have sex with you anywhere. And I mean ANYWHERE. The alleyway I mentioned, yeah, that's a frequent quicky spot for you guys. He already has to be careful about being spotted since he's a criminal but the thought of being spotted in such a vulnerable position has his holding back moans

Voyeurism: I guess you could call watching your own sex tapes voyeurism... But he always has his phone recording during sessions between the two of you. Even if its just making out, he has it on tape. If either of you are away on a mission and he's horny, he's going through his achieves of the two of you.

Mommy/Daddy Kink: He randomly whined mommy/daddy while you fucked him and quite literally caused you to freeze in place. Not cause it's a bad thing but because he pulled that shit straight out of his ass and surprised the both of you. Wants to be babied from his mommy/daddy but also wants his back blown out by them.

Anal Play/Pegging: This man thrives off of prostate orgasm. Loves the feeling of having endless orgasms without spilling a drop of cum. Whether it's your fingers, tongue, buttplug, or cock/strap-on, he'll end up shivering from it the feeling of being full. I'd like to think he sent you a porn link of anal play on 'accident' just to give you the hint of what he wants.

#dom reader #sub character #dom male reader #dom fem reader #dom gn reader #shalnark #shalnark x reader #sub hxh #sub shalnark

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kelcemenow · 11 months

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Playing With Fire - Chapter 1.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader x Joe Burrow

Words 2869

Warnings Language, mentions of alcohol and smoking, violence, angst and fluff. It is also verging on the reader being a bit toxic but...just go with it.

This is the first time I've ever written for Joe Burrow so bear with me! However, I have read some brilliant fics by some Burrow writers so I hope I can do him justice. This fic was an Anon request and I'm so pleased that it was sent in, whoever you are! I liked the combined challenge of writing for two people and also someone new! "have you ever thought about Travis kelce x reader x joe burrow just a thought"

CHAPTER 1

"Baby, can I get you another drink?" Joe gently placed his hand on your lower back and leaned close to you.

You smiled, "Yes please, just a glass of white."

Joe winked before disappearing through the thick mass of people to the bar. You turned back to your conversation with your colleagues, pulling your hair over your shoulder.

"I'll be honest, I don't think it'll be long before Y/N leaves us to be a full time NFL girlfriend." Isla raised her eyebrows as she spoke, nudging your arm, "You know, events and appearances here there and everywhere. Give it 5 minutes and she'll forget about all of us!"

You threw your head back with a loud cackle, "We've been together 5 months Isla, don't you think you're thinking too far ahead in the future?" You glanced down at the small amount of liquid that was swilling around the bottom of your wine glass, "Besides, I like my job. What am I going to do, sit and wait around all day for him to come home from practice? I don't think so."

Isla swung her arm around you, "He's the first guy you've brought to the company Christmas party... that means he must be a keeper."

She turned to Harry who was squinting his eyes and staring into space. With a swift nudge from Isla, he blinked his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"With a guy as hot as Joe, I'd happily sit at home all day waiting for him, no problem."

"Alright, okay. You need to stop!" You shook your head at Harry.

"Stop, what?"

"Fantasising about my boyfriend, it's getting a little weird."

Harry tipped his head to the side, "I had a crush on him first."

"And the best girl won." You said, pouting your lips.

Isla laughed and Harry dropped his jaw in mock surprise. He reached into his pockets and pulled out his cigarettes, "Whatever, I'm going for a cigarette. You can choke on your canapes for all I care."

You giggled with Isla as Harry whipped his head around and headed for the door to the street outside.

Isla took a sip of her drink before turning towards you, "So, have you and Joe talked at all about moving in together or anything like that?"

You sighed slightly and placed your almost-empty win glass down onto a nearby table, "No, not really. I mean, I spend a lot of time at his place but I don't know if it's a bit early for that?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Well, maybe you should-"

"Shhh, shhh...he's coming back." You waved a hand in front of your chest as you spotted Joe over Isla's shoulder, meandering through the crowds with a glass of wine in each hand.

Greeting him with a smile, you took one of the glasses and moved closer to him, snaking a hand underneath his blazer and around his waist, "So, you've obviously met Harry before." You pointed in the direction of the door, "But this is Isla and she works in my department."

Joe held his hand out to shake Isla's, "Ahh another style editor? What's the verdict then?" He stepped away from you and spun on his heels, showing off the expensive royal blue fitted suit that he was wearing.

Isla smiled and ran her eyes over his outfit, "Nice colour, nice shape. I personally would've chosen a classic white shirt, but you do you."

"I told you!" You said with a squeal and you threw your head back and laughed.

Joe looked between you and Isla with wide eyes before slapping his thigh in frustration, "What?! Damn, I thought I nailed it!" He shook his head and fiddled with his tie.

You reached up and helped him, your high heels bringing you slightly closer to his height, "Okay, I'm going to go to the ladies. Isla, keep your eye on him, I don't want him pestering the other stylists about the shirt." You laid a gentle kiss onto Joe's lips.

Isla sighed and smiled, "That's too much to ask, honey."

You breathed a laugh and turned away to find the bathroom. Your eyes danced around the room, briefly settling on a few familiar faces of your co-workers. You weaved your way through the large groups of people chatting, dancing and drinking before you found the doorway leading to the bathrooms. As you placed your hand on the door and began to push, you felt some resistance from the other side. You stepped back slightly with lowered eyebrows, moving your hands back before the door swung open quickly to reveal that last person you expected to see.

Your ex-boyfriend, Travis.

His mouth instantly moved into a wide grin, his large arms welcoming you in for a hug.

"Hugging in the bathroom of a bar, very classy." You said smartly as you looked around.

"I seem to remember we did a lot more than that in bar bathrooms." Travis winked and pulled you into his chest.

You took in a deep breath and felt his warm and comforting scent surround you. You held him tight for a little longer than you probably should.

As you pulled away, you looked up into his pale green eyes, "So, how have you been?"

He rubbed his short, trimmed beard, "Well, you know. Pretty great!"

You giggled, a slight heat rising in your cheeks, "Yeah, congratulations on the Super Bowl by the way! It was a pretty awesome game."

"Excuse me." An unfamiliar voice said from behind you, a stranger trying to get past you both and into the bathrooms.

"Oh, sorry!" You said and before you could step out of the way, Travis grabbed your hand and pulled you around a secluded corner of the bar. The feeling of his large hand grasping yours was electric, you could swear sparks flew.

"So, what are you doing here?" Travis asked with his hand scratching the back of his head.

"Oh, it's my magazines Christmas Party tonight, we're in the back room." You avoided staring into his gaze more than you needed to, "Anyway, why are you here?"

"Visiting family for the holidays. I'm staying with my Mom, Jason and Kylie and the kids will be here tomorrow so I thought I'd meet up with some old buddies for drinks." His eyes flashed with darkness, "But I had no idea I'd see you."

You felt a small flutter in your stomach, past feelings flooding your senses.

Travis took a small step closer to you, his hands back to his beard, "You look so damn good."

You smiled and looked down. You were wearing a white, strapless jumpsuit with a corset style top. It fitted you perfectly and showcased your favourite feature of your body, your ass. The fabric skimmed your curves and hugged your figure exactly where you needed it to. Some strapped black stiletto heels and a simple black clutch handbag finished the look along with your hair styled into shiny waves. You looked to Travis who was dressed unusually simply in a black shirt and fitted jeans combined with a pair of sneakers. His eyes scanned over you and you clenched your thighs tightly.

"You look good too, Travis."

"Still dating Burrow?" He kept his eyes on you.

You breathed a laugh, "Yes I am."

His eyes creased into a smile, but you narrowed your stare at him, knowing he wasn't smiling out of happiness.

"No offence, but really? Burrow?" Travis was pacing his feet slightly and rubbing his hands together, "I mean, he's just not the right guy for you."

"And you are?" You raised one eyebrow, folding your arms.

"We were great, Y/N." He paced towards you, "What went wrong? Because I actually don't remember anymore, man."

You tightened your arms across your chest, "You weren't willing to continue with our relationship when you were drafted." Your eyes drifted to the ceiling as you repeated his words that were ingrained on your memory. "You said the distance was too much."

"Man, what an asshole."

"Yep." You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, your arms still firmly across your body as a barrier to the new awkward topic of conversation.

You glanced down at the floor, staring at the patterned carpet before Travis' flashy designed sneakers came into your view. His finger lifted your chin upwards, forcing you to face him. You stared into the eyes that you used to love so much, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, part of you still did. You breathed in the familiar and comforting scent of his cologne once again and you could feel your legs growing weaker the longer you held his gaze.

Travis licked his lips slowly, "You know, you're kinda like the girl who got away. I sometimes imagine what it would be like if we were still together now."

You could feel yourself drifting closer to him, involuntarily. You looked up at him, a confident smirk on his face.

"Oh yeah? And what sort of things do you imagine?" You asked, flirtation heaving in your voice.

"Oh baby, we have a lot of fun."

You looked down at the floor again in an attempt to hold your composure. You were playing with fire. Flirting with your ex-boyfriend whilst your current boyfriend waited 80 yards away from you wasn't something you had planned to do, but there was something about Travis that made you weak. Joe didn't know about your history with Travis because you knew he would be insanely jealous. Whenever you and Joe were watching television and Travis would appear, you had to try everything to hide your thumping heartbeat and red cheeks. You considered Travis your first love. You were both mad for each other, enjoying wild adventures, romantic dates and incredible sex. But Travis wasn't willing to continue the relationship when he was drafted to Kansas City. The break-up hit you hard and the fact that Cleveland Heights' new hometown hero's face was everywhere didn't help.

After a few seconds of silence, you cleared your throat, "I should get back."

Travis widened his eyes slightly as you brushed past him, "You're not going to the bathroom?"

You turned your head as you were walking away, "I...uhhh...don't need it anymore."

You craned your neck to see if you could spot Joe, leaving Travis confused and clueless. Zigzagging through the crowds of people, you began to take deeps breaths in an attempt to relax yourself. Joe was leaning against a wall, with one foot raised, a glass of wine in each hand. His pale blue eyes searching the room.

You smiled to yourself as you approached him, dancing to the music as you walked.

His face brightened when he saw you, "Hey. I was beginning to wonder where you were!"

"There was a line in the bathroom." You took your drink from him and felt a pang of guilt in your stomach from your lie.

Joe nodded as he took a sip of his wine, glancing up and down at you, "Are you okay? You seem weird?"

You smiled a little too wide, "I'm absolutely fine. Nothing wrong with me at all."

Joe's eyebrows knitted together, "Okay?" You watched as his gaze drifted from you towards someone behind you. "Hey, there's Kelce."

Your heart dropped as you turned around to see Travis heading your way. You looked back to Joe to see him waving in Travis' direction. You closed your eyes for a second, wishing for the ground to swallow you up. Due to their profession, you were aware that they had met but you really didn't want to be with them both in the same room.

"Burrow, my man." Travis said cheerfully as he took Joe's hand and pulled him in for a hug, tapping his back with his other hand.

"Kelce, what are you doing here?"

Travis glanced to you quickly, "Just having some drinks with some of the guys. You here for the Christmas party?" He said, knowingly.

"Yeah, I'm here with my girl." Joe draped his arm around your waist loosely.

Travis smiled at you, "How's it going, Y/N?"

Joe looked puzzled, looking between you and Travis, "Wait, you know each other?"

Your heart started beating faster again, a warm flush growing in your cheeks. You looked across to Travis with wide eyes, silently pleading for him not to say anything that might make the conversation awkward.

"Yeah man, your girl used to be my girl."

Everything seemed to freeze as you looked at Joe. His face was unchanged, but the muscles in his jaw were flexing. You brought your wine glass to your mouth, holding it against your lips.

"You never told me that." Joe said with a hint of rage in his voice.

You squirmed a little, "No, I didn't think it was relevant. Besides, it was a long time ago."

Travis laughed under his breath, "Hey, sorry man. I thought you knew."

"Joe-"

"No, no. It's fine. I just figured that was something I should've known. You know, the girl I'm dating used to date...well, you."

"Joe-" You repeated, placing your hand on my his arm.

"Don't get jealous, Burrow. I'm not about to steal your girl, even though I probably could."

Joe's eyes flashed with infuriation.

"Travis, that isn't helping. Joey, baby. Can we talk about this outside?" You stood in front of him, holding both of his hands and attempting to pull him away from the situation. Joe's eyes were fixed on Travis before he looked down to you and followed you out of the crowd and towards the front door.

As soon as the fresh air hit your skin, you stopped and turned to Joe, his face still full of anger, "Joey, hey. Look at me, listen to me. Me and Travis were a long time ago and I-"

"How long?"

"What?"

Joe rolled his eyes slightly, "How long were you with him?"

You paused, frozen and unsure what to say.

"How long, Y/N?" Joe raised his voice.

You jumped a little, shocked at Joe's reaction, "Will you calm down, Joe? We were together for 3 years...not that it matters."

"Of course, it matters." Joe started to pace the sidewalk, "You were in a 3 year relationship with Travis fucking Kelce and you didn't think it was important enough to tell me?"

"Can you see why? This is nuts, you're acting like a jerk."

The sound of the music from inside of the club grew louder as the front door was opened. Both you and Joe looked to see Travis emerging from the club.

"Oh no, no." You held your hands up in front of you, keeping one eye on Joe, "Travis, whatever you're out here for, I can tell you, it isn't going to help."

"You had better back off, man." Joe said through gritted teeth.

Travis almost took a step back, "Hey, I just wanted to apologise. I should never have said something. I just figured you knew, buddy."

"I ain't your buddy. Not anymore."

You held your head in your hands as the two of them argued in from of you, like children in a playground.

"What? Because I used to date your girl? Look, if you were so secure in your relationship, you wouldn't care." Travis rubbed the back of his head and lowered his voice, "Speaks for itself, really."

Joe lunged forward towards Travis, his fists clenched, "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

You quickly tried to step in-between the pair of them, "Okay, okay. I think we all need to calm down."

Travis stood still, "Nothing, man."

Joe pushed you away and advanced further, their faces almost touching, "Look here. You lost her, so just back off and let her be happy, okay? Jealousy doesn't look good on you."

Travis' eyes darted towards you, flashing you a slight wink that made you melt.

The next thing you knew, Joe shoved Travis' shoulders with some force. Surprisingly, Travis didn't move much at all, a cocky smirk forming on his lips. You ran forward to grab Joe but his right arm swung forward, landing a strong punch on Travis' jaw.

"Joe! Stop!" You yelled out, grabbing him and pulling him away before rushing to Travis who stood with his hunched back to you.

"Why are you running to him?" Joe shouted out.

"Go home, Joe. I'll see you around." You said, sternly.

Joe stood silent for a moment, before snickering and turning away, disappearing around a corner.

You reached up to Travis' face, removing his own hand to replace it with yours. A bright red welt had already formed at the bottom of his cheek, your middle finger gently tapping the swollen mark.

"Does it hurt?"

"Seeing you with him, yeah."

You stifled a smile, "Why couldn't you have stayed quiet? Was it just to get my attention, huh?"

"It worked, did it?"

You studied the growing red mark on his jawline, slowly progressing into an impressive bruise, "You're a smug asshole, you know that?"

Travis took hold of your hand and pulled you closer to his chest, his lips dangerously close to yours, "I want you back, Y/N."

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I couldn't decide which of the boys was going to be the bad guy. So I kinda made them both the bad guy. I could be tempted to do a part 2 of this...if that's what the people want?

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chaoticloving · 1 year

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can you do a lil something about h and yn thinking about kids :)

baby talking

harry styles x reader (SOH)

summary: y/n and harry talk kids :)

a/n: finally wrote this! not really sure when this would take place, but its cute so whatever.

"Hey, love. How was your day?" Harry asks as he walks into the kitchen, wrapped up in a warm comfy blanket that Y/n gifted him for one of their anniversaries, waddling over to his lovely girlfriend to embrace her with a hug.

She hums as she hugs her bear of a boyfriend. After coming back inside from the cold chill of London, she was happy to be met with warmth.

"Good." She murmurs. "Apparently I'm pregnant with triplets though."

It takes Harry a second for his mind to wrap around with what she said. First he thinks, oh god i’m going to be a father, then the logical part of his brain picks up the sarcasm through her voice.

"Did the paps get to you?" Harry starts to worry right away. He has had his fair share of paparazzi run-ins, and he knows its twenty times worse for Y/n. Sometimes they just take photos, sometimes they ask invasive questions, and sometimes they cat-call. Harry hopes they weren't so invasive though, but judging from Y/n's actions, they probably were.

"Yeah." She admits. "Do you wanna know something else though?"

"Of course."

"They all have different dads." She scoffs at the absurdity, almost laughing from ridiculousness.

"How is that even possible." Harry gets into his protective mode. He knows what they are implying, and he has to calm himself down from going outside and screaming to the world him and Y/n are dating, happily, monogamously, and lovingly.

"That's not even the worse part."

"Oh no."

"You didn't make the baby daddy list." She removes herself from Harry's embrace. She looks up to see Harry's jaw-slack face.

"Not even one of them?"

"Oh stop acting like I'm really pregnant." She chides, kissing him softly. "And besides, if I were to ever have kids, I know you'll be the dad."

Harry makes eye contact with Y/n now, blinking quite a bit too. He bites his lip, hand subconsciously fiddling with edges of the blanket. "Oh what now, babe. Don't get mad at the paps, I'm fine now, I just needed one of your hugs."

"I'd be the dad?" He asks, his lip turning into a smile.

"I mean, I can imagine the rest of my life with you." Y/n admits. "Ugh, you've made me go soft--"

Harry interrupts her with a crushing hug, filled with love as per usual. He lifts her up too, and kissing her all over. He ends up bringing her over to the living room, tripping over himself and the blanket and landing them both on the couch.

"I'll take it you've though about kids before." Y/n smiles, pushing away Harry from her face.

"Just a bit." Harry sighs, looking up to Y/n like she was his world, and in all honesty, Harry would say she is. She is all he needs in his life, forget the fame and money, Y/n would keep him happy with every part of his life.

Y/n gives him that look.

"Okay, maybe more then a bit." He admits, a blush coating his cheeks. "I think I've always known I would like to be a dad, but... I guess it's easy for me to say. I've only baby sat Lux alone a handful of times and it's not like I would be carrying the thing. And don't get my wrong I'd be terrified to be a dad, I've heard all the things people say about how I could never be a good dad and I don't want to mess up with them."

Y/n strokes his head, running her fingers through the grown out hair. "If I'm honest I have concerns with being a parent too." She mumbles. "I don't want to put pressure on my kid or do the same mistakes of my parents. I know I turned out alright, but they're the only examples I have so what if I turn into them?"

They lie there together, looking at each other, comforting each other with just their presence.

"But, dressing up a little person is kinda cute." Harry admits. A smile breaking out on his face. "If we had a kid, I hope they look just like you." His hand lifts over her face, tracing her nose and lips. "They'd be so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you, Harry." She smiles. "Imagine a little kid with your crazy hair and your dimples."

“I respectfully disagree.” He scoffs. “But with our genetics the kid would be unstoppable." Harry decides, smiling along with Y/n.

“Think they’d be a singer?” She asks. “Or maybe they go into acting.”

Harry thinks. “Maybe they’ll get all your smarts a be a the next Shakespeare.”

“That would be nice.” She agrees. “Our kid would run Hollywood.”

"Do we want kids?" Harry asks after a beat of silence.

Y/n sighs. There was a pregnant pause. "Maybe."

Harry swallows. "You don't have to say now, but, uh, do you have any other concerns?"

"It's just that, yes everything we said before, but also are life isn't our own." She starts. "Five minutes ago I was pissed and you were about to cry from the paps saying I'm pregnant from other men. I can't imagine the stuff our kid would see about us."

Harry can't help but agree. He knows it's the truth, he just didn't want to admit it. The problem isn't something he could work out by sharing his concerns in therapy because there is no solution.

"We also work. I can't ask you to take that time off and to be honest, I don't know if I would want to not work. I love my job, but I guess that just makes me sound like shit."

"You're not shit for wanting to work, love." Harry kisses her hand. "And I'm not just saying this, but, being a stay at home dad doesn't sound weird for me. I'd want it actually. I know this sounds like I'm trying to change your mind but I promise I'm not just saying that. Think I told Gemma I'd rather stay at home than work when I was like six."

They both chuckle at Harry's little memory, but its now when Harry sees the start of a watering eye. "Oh, please don't get upset, I don't mean try to convince you of anything. I'm sorry if I am coming off as pushy."

"You're not, don't worry. The world just shouldn't be deprived of you, love." Y/n comments, before clearing her throat. "I'm also just terrified of pregnancy. Like a growing kid inside of my body? Freaks me out, I know its a miracle but it's also scary."

"If I'm being honest it confuses me." Harry reveals, trying his best to comfort his favorite person. "Was never that good in biology. But I think I would be more terrified of what could happen to you while pregnant rather than you being pregnant."

"What does this mean?" Y/n asks, she sits up, not looking at Harry.

"It means we revisit the topic later, when we have achieved more with our life and have more life experience." Harry gives her a kiss on the lips, letting her lie on her shoulder. "And I love you no matter the result."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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[Bleach 072]

This scene is important to me for the express reason that Hitsugaya was apparently the one to tell Jidanbou about these rules. Because they are friends! We know this not from any in-story interactions but from one line in Hitsugaya's Souls profile:

[Souls 133]

I'll be honest with you, I've never actually read Souls and have never thought about where it ties to canon temporally, but the answer to that is apparently sometime before Hitsugaya confronts Ichimaru.

This amuses me because at this point we know all of five things about this guy, and one of the five is that he's friends with Jidanbou. We don't even know the name of his Zanpakutou (that's the "?" in his stats profile box), but we know he's FRIENDS WITH JIDANBOU.

I don't have the English version of this page, apologies, but basically it's just like, Hitsugaya is a shinigami who comes from Rukongai, he's the youngest Captain in history, and he's currently investigating the Rukia business and trying to bring Ichimaru's shit to light. By the way, he's friends with Jidanbou and taught him the "Rules of the City." (Then the bottom sidebar is about how Hitsugaya treats Hinamori like blood, and wants to protect her.)

Which honestly makes this Jidanbou connection even funnier because Hinamori, the reason Hitsugaya is even in this story and the only reason we know this much about him (through Hinamori's Academy flashback), gets a neat sidebar, but the line about Jidanbou is just thrown in at the end of the main narrative like, beeeeee-tee-dubs!!

I've always wanted to write fanfic about this, but I haven't yet come up with a premise that was actually interesting to me. I assume they get paired up in this way for the size kink, though internal to the narrative that only gets us so far. After that it's like, okay, they're both associated with West Rukongai, so there's that. They're probably both socially ostracized: According to himself, people in Junrinan find Hitsugaya off-putting because of his white hair and his, well, off-putting demeanor; people probably make fun of Jidanbou because he's enormous and speaks with a lisp (though this doesn't carry into the Viz)/doesn't come across as normatively cognitively developed. But I'm kinda like, okay, sure, whatever. The most interesting part about that for me is still that Hitsugaya has a casual friend at all, because what few relationships we do see are extremely not casual. But also BTW Jidanbou!

I still think my favorite version of this relationship is the one where, while Hinamori's been off at school, Hitsugaya casually mentions to her that he's friends with Jidanbou the Gate Guardian, with absolutely zero explanation, as a child might about a brand new ride-or-die friend, as though this were completely normal and natural for him, and that's all that's ever said about it. Hitsugaya is definitely someone who has a mental white paper for anything he's ever done, which is why I find the contrast/discrepancy so appealing.

If my life depended on writing Hitsugaya Jidanbou friendship, though, I'd probably start with the City Rules. Because:

Jidanbou has been guarding this gate for 300 years. We don't know how long Hitsugaya has been living in Junrinan, but we do know he would not have had first-hand experience with any City Rules more than ~35 years ago. Not that you need to go to the city to know the rules, but I think canon Hitsugaya establishes pretty well that he doesn't talk about things he's not interested in or things that he doesn't have personal verified knowledge of. So for the first 265 years, no one bothered telling Jidanbou very much about this place he was guarding (not even his brother). He's a utility, and one that lives outside the gates (FUGAIKUUUU)--also one that's not perceived as smart enough for that information to be meaningful. But that whole vibe is not really Hitsugaya's style, because he loves an infodump--but also because he has a bone to pick with the notion of instrumentality.

If we're making a point of saying that Hitsugaya taught Jidanbou the "Rules of the City" (in quotation marks), we're introducing an interlocutor's specific POV. I'm not saying Hitsugaya's just making shit up for the hell of it, but how important these rules are, why these would be the top 3, what their original contexts were vs. being pulled out like this, and what's a literal municipal code vs. a social more vs. just something Hitsugaya has personal commentary about, are up in the air. What I'm saying is, I feel like these have "a gigai is for eating beans" energy.

At minimum, I enjoy this because this is all information that is completely incidental not only to the main storyline but ALSO to the Detective Hitsugaya B-side. But I love that Bleach is consistently so, so interesting about all these characters and their POVs and the rules that do or don't exist in the world, particularly at these early junctures, where most of what we've heard about Soul Society is from Rukia, and a lot of it we've already seen contradicted; and we'll continue to as the arc unfolds. Who even NEEDS Kyouka Suigetsu??

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Loki at Paley Fest 2024

It was incredible! I'm so happy I got the opportunity to attend, and it uplifted my spirits so much. I really hope Paley makes the panel available for everyone to watch at some point because the questions and discussion were pithy, thoughtful, and engaging. Just a stellar panel. If it doesn't become publicly available, I'll try to circle back to post more detail of what was discussed.

Hiddleston was absolutely firing on all cylinders being his eloquent self going on long explorations of themes and the human condition. I think the most memorable was when he was exploring the relationship of Loki's line "Satisfaction is not in my nature" from a previous film to the events of the Loki series and whether that was relevant or not relevant to where the character arrived at in the series.

First of all, kudos to the host of the panel (also writer of a MCU timeline book) that came with receipts and Loki and Hiddleston quotes from over a decade ago that he used to ask really interesting questions that explored Loki's journey and highlighted the beautiful ways Hiddleston has thought about playing the role over years. He just did an excellent, excellent job, and is the one that brough up the "satisfaction is not in my nature" quote to prompt discussion.

And let's be honest, I think a lot of panelists, whose job is to sound engaging and fill up panel time, when asked to explore the relationship of that "not satisfied" quote to the most recent content they filmed, would just turn on their "I'm in English class" brain and run with the prompt and improvise some ideas of how the theme of not being satisfied is shown in the series. But rather than just running with and affirming the prompt, Hiddleston actually thought about it sincerely and turned it around answering in the negative, that he wasn't sure if that still applied in the series. So instead of just running with the prompt, he cared enough about the art to give it the most truthful answer he could. I saw that aspect of how he approaches discussion when I met him in person at a comic con a number of years ago as well, that interest in exploring something sincerely rather than doing the easier thing of just running with whatever is expedient, and I love that about him.

And then Wilson displayed great comedic sense and flow of the discussion by capping off Hiddleston's eloquent discussion by doing a sharp right turn into the absurd, pivoting into how "would my dog have any meaning in his life if he was satisfied and had everything he wanted and wasn't constantly eager for his next meal". That got a huge laugh from everyone.

Some other anecdotes from the event:

For the arc of the series, it was described as season 1 being about Loki learning to love himself and season 2 was about learning to accept connections and let the love of others in.

Hiddleston's wardrobe was lovely -- all black and dark grey, with bright red tread on the bottom of his shoes for which sitting at a panel with your legs crossed is the perfectly opportunity to show off that pop of color.

I was also digging Aaron Moorhead's style with a grey top half and orange pants and shoes with blue socks. Love this trend of men making bold color choices in their wardrobe.

Hiddleston was, unsurprisingly, very engaged with the whole discussion and it was fun to watch his reactions when other people spoke. The host asked the writers/directors if they'd created S2 with it in mind of it being Loki's last appearance or whether we might see more of Loki in the future. Wilson playfully said "he comes the tap dancing" and Hiddleston very deliberately turned towards the writers/directors with his chin on his fist like "I'm so curious to hear the answer, do tell".

Sylvie ended up in a McDonalds in S2 because when Di Martino got asked at the end of season 1 where she saw Sylvie going next, she told them "she's hungry, I bet she'd go for a burger". So Di Martino takes full responsibility for that particular decision, lol.

Because comedy films aren't my thing and Wilson hasn't crossed my personal radar much besides Zoolander, which is a delightful film, I found it very interesting and wasn't necessarily expecting just the thunderous amount of applause and huge reception that Wilson got from the audience. He's very popular.

During the panel, every so often a little piece of paper, like 2x2 inches, the kind you'd use to create the effect of dumping a bunch of confetti, would fall from the rafters above the stage and slowly float down until it landed on the stage itself in front of the panel. The first time was peculiar, but it continued to happen five distinct times throughout the panel and became a bit of a running joke.

Before the Q&A, they screened the finale episode, and they did not have their tech sorted out. The film didn't play at a consistent 24 fps and there were parts that lagged and slowed down the motion on screen. A minor thing really, but for an organization whose sole purpose and mission is media (Paley), in a venue (the Dolby Theater) that hosts the Oscars and should be technologically state of the art, you'd think they'd make sure they could play video at proper speed. I just thought it was a funny issue for a media organization to have.

Tagging @delyth88 since I know you were interested in hearing about it.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months

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AITA for tuning out when my boyfriend starts talking about a game I hate?

I (21M) absolutely hate the game in question, which I won't specify for anonymity purposes. It's not even just a not liking it thing, it's personal. The game in question is a sequel of a sequel of a game I like, and I absolutely despise both sequels because they both retroactively changed shit about the first game to fit their godawful stories better. There's a lot of other stuff that bothers me about them, but I won't go into detail because that's not the point.

My boyfriend (22M) really likes this game. And that's fine, I don't need to like everything he likes, we don't need to have identical opinions on everything. But he's extremely aware of how upset this game makes me. We were together when it came out, and I've been honest about how much it bothers me, while trying not to bash it too much since he likes it so much. And for the record, there's no like. objective bigotry or problems with the game. A few mild things, but the sort of stuff typical of those anime-styled games nowadays.

The thing is, my boyfriend will not stop talking to me about this game. Not just mentioning it or things he likes about it, no, he'll go on huge rambles about the characters, the story, whatever. And I don't necessarily mind in theory, except he keeps turning conversations towards this game even when we're talking about something else, and I hate it.

At first I would just sort of move on, say something small like "yeah that's cool" and then change topics. But it kept happening. I mentioned to him that the game really bothers me and I'd prefer if he not bring it up because I don't know how he wants me to respond, and he said okay. And then continued doing it like a week later.

I will say that a few times I have snapped and said something rude about it when he brings it up, mostly when I'm already frustrated with something. I know I was the asshole in those situations, I just figure it's worth mentioning for context.

At this point, I've just stopped paying any attention when he brings it up. Most of these conversations are over text, so I'll just ignore the text messages and wait for him to talk about something else to reply. It's not meant to be passive aggressive, I just have no idea how I'm supposed to reply to these rants, because I hate it but obviously don't want to say "hey, I literally could not possibly care less, I actively hate this, and this is dumb," y'know? But I'm worried this is an asshole move, even though he doesn't listen to me when I straight up tell him I don't know how to respond to these things. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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chaseprice · 7 days

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hi!! hope i’m not a bother. i just came across u and i wanted to ask something,,,

basically, i joined the life is strange fandom in 2018 so i never got to experience the pre-bts era, meaning i didn’t get to experience what rachel was like to the fandom back then or see the different interpretations of her.

i did some digging and i found some fan content of her from 2015-2016 & i’m absolutely infatuated with all aspects of the fanon version of her, especially her personality & how she looked. i totally wanna embody her. also the love is strange vn was so interesting to play, i love how she was written. i’d love to know more!

i stumbled across ur blog while i was doing my digging and i saw an old long post of urs saying how bts didn’t live up to the fandoms expectations, as almost everyone perceived her differently.

sorry for all the yapping LOL but what i basically wanna ask is,,, how *exactly* did the fandom perceive rachel back then (2015-2016). what were some popular headcanons for her? things you guys even considered to be canon? what were some of your own *personal* headcanons? (can be silly, realistic,,, just anything you thought resonated with her)

do you have any favorite arts from that time period that you thought really captured her? what were your hopes for the prequel/rachels character before it was released? what did you want to see in terms of story? was rachel’s style, appearance, & personality extremely different than what you expected? what did you expect?

i assume that rachels treatment in the fandom was different then than what it is now. whether it’s better or worse, i’m not sure. i was hoping u could answer that too😞. recently i’ve just been seeing constant hatred or lack of care for her character so i’m starting to think that if bts was written differently and based on the fandom’s interpretations instead, the hate now wouldn’t be this bad.

from my digging it seems like you guys had alot of fun sculpting rachel’s character on your own, and the interpretations were probably more realistic than what decknine put together.

anyway i’m sorry for the yapping essay on this random saturday, most old lis accounts are dead & i didn’t know who else to ask☹️. just trying to relive what you guys experienced the best i can. hope i’m not bombarding you with this. thank you so much if u respond !!

hiii u def did not bother me, i am not in a position to answer all of these questions, but although it makes me feel ancient, it's cute to see so much passion for rachel and pre-BTS fandom opinion, so i'll try answer some and for the rest (art, hcs, etc.) im just gonna have to direct you to my archive* (will continue under the readmore)

*(tumblr archive is so broken on mobile so you gotta go on pc for this, but also there's so many gifs from that time so it will Definitely slow down your browser). i was insane and 17 years old so like, just excuse all of the cringe content i guess. you can click tag and filter it by either #lis #rachel amber #amberprice or whatever to try and find stuff like art. and i got into lis sept 2015 so that's like, as far back as it will go, but i was fully lisbrained from 2016 through 2018)

to be honest, in alignment with pre-bts thought lmao, rachel is whoever you want her to be. there was less of 'this is a correct objective fact about her personality/history' and more 'yeah, this is an idea the fandom really likes and has become fanon, most likely because it is a nuanced and entertaining and realistic interpretation of what we have seen of her character in lis1' which means people whose opinions conflicted with that might've be contested/laughed at/unpopular, but they weren't wrong per se. there were plenty of people i'd criticise (and ridicule) back then for implying that this teenage girl was evil, and being a teenager myself back then, i'd call them morally reprehensible and cancellable and whatever, but tbh, as an adult now, i can just see that it was simply a boring interpretation of her character informed by misogyny

i'd disagree with the notion that fandom treatment of rachel's character was better before bts, back then there were plenty of people seemingly excited to characterise her as emotionally manipulative, a cheater, deserved what she got, etc. as well, bc tbh, the story did leave room for that interpretation, but it left room for so much more as well. i feel like bts just really locked in on a certain story they wanted to tell plot-wise, and didn't choose to explore a lot of the questions fans had about rachel as a person. it's hard to turn the ambiguity of a friendship turned situationship over a period of 4 years into a playable experience for an audience - so they didn't. regardless, it got people thinking about rachel more, putting a spotlight on her, hence increased attention both positive and negative. i feel like there's just a fundamental difference between what lis1 fans enjoyed about the potential for her character and how she related with chloe and the world around her, and what deck9 wanted to portray in bts (yes they hit the astrological headcanons, the charmingness, her rebellion, the emotional conflicts... but it personally felt hollow, contrived sometimes, i suppose). but there were a lot of people who loved bts (i enjoyed a lot of parts of it!). just, in my opinion, some of those were quite different people from who loved lis1, and with that wave it brought a lot of emotional immaturity to the fandom (like... ship wars, really? that was an insane change to fandom dynamics for me lmao, but maybe i was just spoiled by surrounding myself with people whose takes i respected)

anyway i highly recommend also that if you're hungry for that kind of content, read fanfiction on AO3 by the old fans - by Mogatrat (TON of rachel centric ones there), explosionshark and tippytypewriter, chicknparm (though Cusp is written post-bts, it's informed by pre-bts characterisations), vicepoint (me hehe), def many more good ones out there those r jus my friends so they come to mind first, e.g. i liked homecoming by kriegersan back in the day, but you could def find some more by sorting the lis ao3 page by kudos and reading the older ones that are highly rated featuring rachel. and lastly, my gf wrote a beautifully worded blog post called "The Assassination of Rachel Amber by the Cowards Dontnod and Deck Nine" which gets into some of this from a media crit perspective (not about fandom) in a very eloquent way thru comparison w twin peaks and i highly recommend that

rachel hcs that def started way before bts: skater rachel, stoner rachel, punk music listener rachel (but also like, fleetwood mac cranberries cocteau twins grungy hippy stuff rachel too), rachel's parents being distant and still living in california, curvy thick rachel, things that i've accepted as canon but were def created by diff people: bri explosionshark hc'd that rachel paid for chloe's sleeve, mogatrat (i think) hc'd that rachel initially went to get her nips pierced with chloe (that's a longtime fan hc now idk who started that one) but chickened out at the last minute, i think she also hc'd that chloe made the earring for rachel which is cute too

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bluegekk0 · 6 months

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Okay back for some more art related questions.

How did you make fpk so pink without actually making him pink? I feel like every time I try to draw a pale character with an undertone of color, it looks like that color even though on the color wheel I added like 3% of the color.

How long does it take you to do your art? For an example how long did the fpk reference sheet take you compared to The Cycle art piece with Grimm?

How do you eyeball man? Your art is literally the reference pictures I use to try and draw dark eyes but every time I try to draw them, it looks like Kawaii eyes. Like the eyes in this emoji:🥺. How do you do it?

it all comes down to a very simple thing - it's about highlights that trick your mind into seeing a different color. i'll mainly talk about pink here cause that applies to fpk and i have examples, but i'm sure you could apply this to other colors

here he is with the pink highlights, without them, and what he would look like if he was actually pink. see the difference? he's still predominantly light gray, but the pink details make you see it as more pink-tinted than he actually is

it's not a 1:1 match since he's leucistic as opposed to fully albino, but i was heavily inspired by pictures like these:

if you notice, they're not pink, all of them are white, but the pink areas around the mouths or in the shadows make them appear pink-ish

his pre-hibernation look is a lot closer to these pictures, since his soul glow made him more white than light gray (he also has very subtle iridescence)

the lineart also plays a big role in making a white/gray character appear to have a certain color

here's fpk as you see him on the ref with gray lines + pink highlights, with the highlights removed, and with pink lines (the shadow behind the horns was adjusted as well to match the lines)

both 1 and 3 appear to look light pink. the third one especially affects how the body looks, so depending how subtle you want the effect you may choose between the two options. or mix them, whatever you like. and as you can see, the colors on the last two are identical, but the one on the right looks more pink

(and if i'm being honest, i may actually snatch those pink lines for future drawings, cause i really like how that looks hahah)

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2. it's very difficult to say, i get distract easily so i never keep a proper count. but the unshaded drawings don't take very long, unless there's a pose or any other details that gives me trouble, and i focus all my attention on it, i'd finish the lineart and color phases in probably around 30 minutes? the sketch always influences the length of the process the most, so there's no single way to determine it

and in the case of references, it naturally adds up. the last updates aren't exactly the most reliable way to deduce that since a lot of them were just updates to existing drawings. but if i were to start from scratch, had clear poses in mind and didn't get distracted, i could probably get it done in like two hours

as for the more detailed drawings, they take a lot longer. again, i can't really say how long, the cycle drawing took me a few sittings, but if i had to guess it was probably a few hours in total? maybe around 5? just guessing

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3. depends which style i go for. in the unshaded style i keep the eyes simple. one flat color and two lighter colors for the reflections. the more subtle ones play a big part, they make the eye look more 3d and wet. and that also carries over to the painted, shaded style, which includes additional lighting and some details. i particularly like the little star shaped reflections, i think they're adorable but they're subtle enough where they're not distracting

another big part of how i paint his big black pupils is their reflective nature. in a brown room, they'll look more brown than black and so on. it's very exaggerated, normally such eyes wouldn't change color to such a drastic extent, but i think it makes the drawings look more interesting

i can't really offer any specific tips other than that, since i kinda make it up as i go. but using photo references is always helpful, especially for different eye colors

#ask stuff #gekko.art #art guide #fpk

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u3pxx · 2 months

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how did you develop your style / how do you find inspiration to draw / how do you manage your time with personal art?

how did you develop your style?

ooh, these are fun questions! for me, a lot of the style developing i did involved, just kind of looking at the art i like/inspires me and trying to replicate the things i like about them; it won't look like the exact same way as the source material but that's what i feel like makes it my own, you know?

it's difficult for me to pinpoint which things influenced what the way i draw looks like (but only because i'm not good at remembering things) but i'll be honest that a lot of it is usually from like the art from whatever hyperfixation i have right now as well as the fanartists around me!

a current example of that is dungeon meshi, the variety in which the mangaka draws each member of the cast is really pushing me right now to practice and strive for visual diversity when i draw characters

there's also just the question of what do i, specifically, want my art to look like? what am i trying to achieve here? and is the way i'm doing it fun for me?

right now, i love doing lineart, and i love the process of it; i love making things colorful, and i love funky colors, so i'll do those things!

for particular things, like the way i draw features, again, i learn and improve with time and move along with what inspires me. i enjoy being in like the middle of things looking cartoony and realistic, i think it's a fun middle-ground to work with, so that's how i draw :^]

(also, a lot of my style evolution, besides the part about other stuff influencing me and what do i enjoy doing the most, is also about just getting better at drawing, skill-wise. anyways look at my apollo evolution boy)

how do you find inspiration to draw?

re: current hyperfixation

pftt ok, but most of my inspiration is from the fact that i love something so much i want to make something for it

otherwise, inspiration is actually pretty hard for me to come by these days (but that's bc i'm usually tired and/or too busy to think about drawing lol)

i don't like forcing inspiration, though. i've learned that for me, it's best when i wait for it to hit me in the head and then go into a frenzy trying to accomplish what i came up with lmao

how do you manage your time with personal art?

well, you see, the thing is – i don't, really WHEEZES. time management and self-control are two things i struggle with, so i'm afraid the times where i draw for myself are spontaneous and sporadic

#sunnysideanswers #sailing-forth

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iztea · 6 months

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Maybe you have some drawing tips for beginners?

Your style is incredibly beautiful and it just inspires this thing inside me to grab my iPad and start drawing but unfortunately I have no idea where to even begin

Or maybe you have some recs where to look to learn how to draw stuff?

But I understand completely that it’s your thing and artists should never feel pressured to share all their techniques and secrets, you worked hard on it!

I just really really love your art to the point where I just look at it for 30 minutes straight with this big feeling in my chest

ah it was never about being secretive, i'm pretty open about my drawing process since gatekeeping knowledge is a big pet peeve of mine. It was more like,, laziness because writing a cohesive and helpful drawing tutorial is pretty difficult and i wouldn't even know where to start; i'm afraid i'll get maybe too technical and what have you.

As for tips for beginners, i've shared plenty on my couriouscat so you can scroll through the answers there, i also have some drawing timelapses on my twitter account as well (albeit you'll have to scroll a little)

I'm very flattered you feel that way about my art, it really means a lot to me and i'm glad to have inspired you to draw as well that's awesome and i wish you best of luck!

I actually don't know how different drawing on an iPad is compared to a graphic tablet+desktop, so I am actually pretty clueless in that regard. I think Procreate is the most used digital art app for iPad so you can start by getting it and familiarizing yourself with the UI. I think this step is often overlooked. The brushes and the chosen program can make or break the drawing experience. If you simply find yourself not enjoying Procreate, experiment with other apps or maybe try switching to a graphic tablet, maybe that feels better and is more suited to your tastes.

To be completely honest, one "bad" piece of advice that i should probably keep to myself is to draw something you actually enjoy: fanart, Pretty Girl Portrait(tm), your cat, landscapes etc even if it's above your skill level (becoming obsessed/ fixated on some character from a piece of media also works wonders i'm just gonna throw that out there). The main point is to actually care about your chosen subject in order to get inspired and to have that inner desire of "doing them justice" aka drawing them well. The traditional art learning route probably involves studying the fundamentals, shading spheres and cones and simple 3D forms blablbablah which. Yeah ! sure that's probably better advice but i'm telling you what will make you want to keep going and not get discouraged after a few failed attempts.

As for the drawing subject, I highly recommend having photo references to guide you.. you always need refs it's a recurring thing. My fastest artworks are the ones where I have the right references. the less references the more difficult it is to draw something

As a beginner it is also a good practice to draw OVER your photo reference to get the proportions right ( i'm not talking about literally tracing the contour of a face or limb ( just an example ), but moreso identifying the Main shape which makes up that body part and observe how long is it in respect to the other components, how does it connect to the other parts etc - big difference. Tracing won't help you in the long run).

Another thing you can do is to study your favourite artists and see how They tackle whatever it is that you like in their work. how do they simplify facial features? what about anatomy? color/ light etc and kinda reverse engineer your way through their process. ( but i highly recommend to just keep these practice sketches to yourself, and to not share them on social media- unless you get the artist's permission)

This is how i got into drawing and what i did back then, again, for more technical hands-on information i did answer similar CCs before so with a little bit of stalking you'll find them in no time

I wanna finish this with some resources that helped me:

>youtube guys - sinix, ahmed aldoori, marco bucci, and also just speedpaints in general i highly recommend watching those

>for simplified anatomy i found @/ taco1704 's ref sheets to be very helpful but ........... I'm pretty dry here i just look up refs on Pinterest tbvh

speaking of, here's my pinterest i have a bunch of art related boards board cool stuff overall maybe they can help guide you towards some direction or inspire you in some way idk

ok i kinda suck in the resource department listeN. im starving too just.................. watch youtube speedpaints ok

SORRY IT'S SO LONGGGBGGG i hope it was at least a bit helpful? this was all over the place... I'll try to come up with a tutorial as well but i really gotta be careful with how i go about it. I'll leave you with this for the time being. Again, thank you a lot for the kind words, I really am very grateful and touched esp by that last part about staring with the big feeling stuff eeeeeeeeeeeeee really wow T T that's so lovely and a big compliment thanks ty ly

#long post #this is so messy...... sorry anon #i don't have a very. linear thought process as the kids would call it #you should see my lit essays back in the day lmfao #anyways #if there are typos i'll fix them later #ASK IZTEA #they call me the tutor the way rial my way through the .....#ok nevermind

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