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gracieheartspedro · 1 day ago

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Cherry Stems

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k

description: eddie rejects your advances because his friends are around. so you use them to your advantage. piss eddie off and maybe you'll get what you want. maybe.

warnings: MDNI! 18+ only pls, age not specified but i imagine eddie/reader are 20+, porn without much plot, major teasing, reader is a brat, mentions of eating food, reader has no food aversions, nicknames, reader is flirting with eddie's bandmates, jealousy, possessiveness, name calling, face grabbing, eddie is lowkey a dom, unprotected p in v, fingering (vaginal), oral fixation, eddie puts his fingers in your mouth a lot, reader gets off on being bullied, orgasm denial, cum play, cum eating.... think that's it.

author’s note: hi i wrote this in one night. i am a whore for eddie, what else can i say. i'm also down to take requests, so if you see this, hey, send me an ask. maybe i'll cave and do some. as always, thanks bestie girl @amanitacowboy for helping me with this. let's never forget how much of a whore we are for this man. it keeps me (in)sane <3

Eddie had been teasing you all night and it was really starting to get to you.

After a pretty electric performance at The Hideout, Eddie and his friends decided that they were hungry for some burgers from the empty Shiny Diner nearby. You had already had enough of Eddie’s shit at this point, so as soon as you sat next to him in the big half moon shaped booth, you knew it was game on.

From eyeing you while he sang filthy lyrics from the stage, to the way he was working his hand up the hem of your dress when you sat at the bar, Eddie was truly being a menace. When the band got loud in the car on the way to the diner, you decided to make your move. You had rested your hand on Eddie’s crotch while sitting in the bucket seat next to him. While Eddie loved giving a good show, he was not keen on letting his friends see you in such a way. So he brushed your hand away and gave you the ‘not now’ eyes.

You were for him and him only.

It aggravated you to no end, watching him rejoin the conversation with the guys, while you crossed your arms in disappointment.

But you were going to push some buttons tonight. You were going to get him back.

Gareth, Jeff, and Grant were all very sweet boys. Each of them have never been nothing but respectful of you. Gareth had known you longer than Eddie and he was actually the one who introduced you two. Jeff was usually a know-it-all, but he never dared question anything you said. And Grant… he was just quiet. Always following along with the antics and very well mannered.

While you respected all the boys back, you also knew they found you attractive and that you could take advantage of that. After one specific smoke session together a couple months back, Eddie asked them all if they had a crush on you. He only ever said things like that to make them squirm. Teasing each other was the way they showed their love for one another. He also liked to remind people that they never stood a chance with you. And they all said that of course they found you pretty, but they would not dare go after you.

Well, for one night only, you would give them believe they had a chance. Just to piss off Eddie.

You had done this before. A year into your relationship, you had unintentionally made him jealous and it led to the most mind blowing sex of your life. The sex was so memorable that you do not even remember how you made him jealous.

You needed that just about now.

You were the only group there along with the waitress and line cook, so you were not worried about making a scene. You game plan how you were going to achieve such a feat as you scan the diner menu. You already knew what you wanted, but spotting the milkshakes on the list of drinks, a light bulb went off in your brain.

The older waitress took down the boy’s order while you sat quietly staring at the menu. When it came down to you, you look up at the white haired woman and smiled.

“One chocolate shake, extra whip cream and cherries, please.” You hand her the menu and glance over at a confused Eddie. You usually got a Dr. Pepper and a cheeseburger value meal, hold the lettuce.

“Not hungry, baby?” He asks, reaching out for your black painted nails. You slide your hand away, acting like you are reaching for something in your purse.

“Just wanna try something new.”

You pull your lipgloss out, still not looking over at Eddie. You twist off the top, placing the applicator on the middle of your bottom lip as your eyes flicker over to Grant’s. He is not paying much mind to anything, his eyes looking towards the window behind you. When he takes note of your gaze, he finally looks at you.

You swipe the gloss across your lips, smirking devilishly.

“What did you get, Grant?”

He thinks for a beat, realizing even he forgot what he ordered. “Uh… BLT with onion rings.”

You smack your lips together, rubbing your top lip on the bottom one painfully slow.

“You gonna share your onion rings?”

He was not expecting the question, his lips curling upward before he chuckles. You can feel Eddie’s body stiffen as you ask the question.

Grant nods, though, “Of course. You can have some-” “Baby, you’re not gonna eat his food.” You shoot a glare at Eddie, tossing your gloss back in your pocketbook. “Grant said I could, so… yeah I am.”

Eddie’s eyes search yours, trying to figure out what you are trying to do. You disguise your pleasure at his curiosity, rolling your eyes and pointing your attention at Jeff. He’s positioned right next to Grant, fiddling with his fingers. Before you can press him with a question, the waitress comes and puts down your drinks. She’s missing your milkshake.

“That’ll be out in just a moment,” She says, grabbing her tray as she returns behind the counter, seemingly preparing your shake. You watch Jeff fiddle with his straw wrapper and you finally decide to bother him next.

“Is that Dr. Pepper?” You ask, already knowing the answer. Jeff always got Dr. Pepper, just like you. It’s something you two bonded over often. He just nods, taking a sip of the bubbly beverage. You look over at the waitress quickly, seeing she’s still fiddling with the milkshake blender.

You grab Jeff’s ice cold glass, your eyes glistening with innocence, “You mind if I have a sip? I’m parched.” And of course he’s too confused to say no. You pull the drink over and once it crosses to your side of the table, Eddie’s hand presses into your bare thigh. You do not react, taking Jeff’s straw into your mouth and sucking in a big sip, your eyes never leaving his. Once you pull the plastic away, you smirk.

“Thanks, hun.” You push the drink back to him slowly. His cheeks heat up instantly when he notices your lipgloss on the tip of the straw. Eddie’s hand only squeezes more, trying to get you to look over at him.

He wanted your attention so bad, his body curving closer to you. You can feel his gaze stuck onto the side of your face.

Before anyone says anything else, the white haired lady returns with your chocolate shake. You giddedly grab the glass and stuff a straw into the frozen drink.

You use your tongue to toy with the end of the straw, pulling it into your open mouth. Your eyes flicker away from Jeff and take aim at Gareth, who’s seated right across from you. Since he’s known you so long, you can already read on his face that he knows what you are up to. He may be a nice guy, but he too loves to fuck with Eddie.

He was going to help you in whatever way possible. Instead of you initiating conversation, he speaks up.

“Chocolate, huh? Thought you’d like vanilla.” Your eyebrow quirks up. You know Eddie’s face is bright red next to you. The heat radiating from him is pressing into your shoulder and thigh.

“You got me pegged as a vanilla girl? That’s a bit offensive, Gare,” You smile, calculating your next move. You look down at the pile of whipped cream on the top of the shake. You drag your pointer finger across the top, gathering the cream all around it.

You hear Eddie whispering beside you. “You better fuckin’ not.”

You smile, bringing your finger to your lips, not peeling your eyes from Gareth. You know the tension is palpable because Gareth’s smile is only widening when you lick the cream off your finger.

The other guys are gawking at you at this point. You were putting on a show and they could not even fathom that it was happening before their very eyes.

Gareth finally says something, nodding at the milkshake. “And extra cherries?”

“Gareth-,” Eddie’s voice fades over yours.

“Oh yeah! You know I can tie the stems with my tongue?”

Eddie’s rings are going to be imprinted on your leg with how tightly he’s gripping onto you. You grab one of the cherries, getting your fingers covered in more whipped cream. You lean your head back a bit, your nose facing the old tile ceiling. You drop the cherry in your mouth, stem up. Tilting your head back, facing Gareth, you pull the cherry off the stem between your teeth. It’s unbelievably sensual the way you chew the red fruit.

You show each of the boys the stem, even Eddie. When you glance over at him, you do not believe you have ever seen him so annoyed. He’s not hiding it well. You drop the stem on your tongue, returning your gaze over to Gareth.

You roll the stem around, using your teeth slightly to do the stupid party trick you learned in 10th grade to impress a boy. It’s not impressive when every hot girl in school could do it, too. But nonetheless, it was something you could do to layer on the eroticism of the moment.

When it’s tied, you contemplate taking it out of your mouth and showing it off. Maybe even drop it in Eddie’s hand. Instead, you decide to just extend your tongue out and show the stem on the very tip of your tongue.

The color drains from Eddie’s face. It’s the end of the show for him.

He grabs your forearm, ripping you out of the booth. You look back at Gareth, who’s still smiling, all the while Jeff and Grant look even more confused.

When the fresh air hits you when he slams the glass door open, you flick your head to the side and spit out the stem in the gravel. His grip is so tight around your arm as he drags you to the van. It’s parked on the far side of the lot, occupying a spot that’s backed up to some woods.

“What is wrong?”

Asking such a question only pisses him off further. Once you reach the van, his left hand flings the side door open. He practically tosses you onto the shag rug that lines the very back of the vehicle.

“Are you fuckin’ with me right now?” His voice is intimidatingly deep.

Your legs hang out while Eddie stands over you, his hand resting on the top of the van. The back of your knees feel the sting of the frayed metal that hinges the door shut. You swallow, contemplating if you should continue messing with him. With the way he’s looking at you, you felt that this was not going to lead to the jealous sex you two had before. He’s actually angry.

“You pushed my hand away when I wanted you earlier.”

Your voice is so small and unsure. His eyes narrow at you, his mouth slightly ajar in complete disbelief. The silence hanging in the air makes your heart rate increase.

His mouth closes and you watch his jaw clench, “So you flirt with my friends right in front of me? Even when I explicitly said you better not.”

With his free hand, he swats your bare leg as you squeeze your thighs together. “Answer me.”

You watch the red mark appear on your flesh and decide to keep playing into the game. You had nothing to lose. If he’s actually angry, you could always have amazing make up sex instead. Eddie could not stay mad at you for too long.

You shake your head, lifting your chin up in defiance. “All I did was tie a cherry stem.”

He does not accept that answer, slapping your thigh harder this time.

You knew then that you had him where you wanted him. His eyes were giving him away. His pupils dilated as soon as he realized that you did not yelp at him slapping you around.

Your eyes widen, watching him jump into the van beside you and dragging you back further. He slams the door, rattling the hunk of metal. The only light being let in is from the front windshield. A hazy warm lit streetlight only lights up Eddie’s face as he’s pining you to the ground.

He positions himself between your legs, pushing the back of your thighs up with his knees. The skirt you chose for the occasion was pretty flowy, so it slid up your hips as soon as he props you up. “You want to act like a whore in front of my friends? All ‘cause I slapped your hand away earlier?”

His voice does not even sound like his. You hear the jiggling of his belt as he asks you the question. But the more twisted Eddie was, the more aroused you felt. You were drawn to him the first moment he teased you and bullied you a bit. You got off on him being callous.

“Words. Now.”

You look down between your legs and see his cock springing free from his boxers as he shoves them down his thighs. You groan, the pulsating at your core coinciding with your heart rate. “Wanted to get your attention.”

He smacks your inner thigh, painfully close to your pantyline. You moan at the action, propping yourself up a bit more on your elbows. You watch as he carefully drags his pointer and middle finger under the hem of your lace. He smirks to himself, “That’s not what I fuckin’ asked.”

His fingers dip under your underwear, gathering the slick between your folds. You throw your head back, unable to hold back the sob as he spreads you open. You were putty in his hands, always bending to him. “Yes, Eddie.”

Your response leads to him sliding his fingers inside your cunt, a wet squelching noise filling both your ears. Your back thuds against the rug as your muscles give out under his touch. He fucks you with his fingers, the look on his face unreadable. He usually takes his time with foreplay, but this was different. He was testing how far he could take you in a limited amount of time. You were in a parking lot with his friends less than 500 feet inside, he could not take his time torturing you.

His fingers retract from your pussy, gripping onto the lace of your panties and tearing them down your legs. When he sits back on his heels, you watch his long cock bounce with his movements. It sends a smile across your face. When he zeros in on you again, he tilts his head to the side.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t talk anymore.”

It makes you giggle at first, unsure if he’s really being serious. But when his face does not twist up into a smirk like it usually did, you realize you were in trouble. He takes ahold of his dick, leaning forward onto you. Your mouth falls open as you study Eddie dragging his tip between your slit, gathering as much of your wetness as he could.

He sinks into you, raising your hips a bit to meet him straight on. The stretch is always overwhelming for you at first. You and Eddie fucked at least three times a week, but he always made you cum before shoving his cock deep inside you. Stretching you out for a couple minutes with two fingers is not enough for you. He hisses when he pulls back, his hands grasping onto you for dear life.

He wastes no time setting a bruising pace. There’s no build up, he is simply taking his annoyance out on you. You are reaching out to anything around you, trying to find something to hold onto as he rams into you. You find a sweatshirt nearby, squeezing it as tight as you can as you breathe out to relax your pelvic muscles.

“Eddie, please-” You try to say, throwing your head forward. He shifts your hips a bit more, opening you up wider. As he does that, he rakes his hands upward, pushing your skirt up higher to your belly button. He shakes your head to your pleas.

“Eddie, please.” He mocks, relocating his hand to squeeze your cheeks together. When your jaw unhinges, Eddie inspects your tongue as he drills into you. “Put my fingers in your mouth.”

“Ed-”

He sandwiches your face harder, cutting you off from being able to say anything. He fills your mouth with the two fingers that were plunging inside of you earlier. The taste of your own arousal is still present on his fingers as you swirl your tongue around the digits. You mewl as he grinds his pelvis into your clit. “Shut up,” he orders, his face centimeters from yours, “Now suck them while I fuck you.”

You have no way to talk back, so you do what he says. You hallow your cheeks out, lathering all your saliva around his fingers. The build up in the pit of your stomach only gets more intense when Eddie hoists your leg up over his shoulder. You clench around him, tears pricking your eyes as you vibrate his fingers with your moans.

“Do not fuckin’ cum yet,” He warns, pulling his fingers in and out of your mouth. His hips are faltering as he chases his own climax. Your body feels like every nerve ending is about to implode under the pressure of you holding back your orgasm, and Eddie can sense that. He drags his fingers out from your lips, rubbing your own spit into your lips. He grabs your jaw with the same hand, pulling your face closer to his.

“Say you’re mine. You’re only gonna be mine.”

You nod, knocking his forehead slightly. “I’m only ever gonna be yours, Eddie.”

With your foreheads touching, you watch as he falls apart inside you.

And with three vicious snaps of his hips, he spills his seed deep inside you. He does not let out a sound. His mouth is agape as deep heaves fan your face.

When he finishes, he slides his cock out of you and sits back on his knees again. Him exiting your body is so frustrating, you want to scream.

He uses one arm to hold your one leg back as spit covered fingers swipe up your cunt. His spend is leaking out of you and you know if he works his usual magic, you will cum in 30 seconds.

“Please, Eddie. Please let me cum.”

He smirks villainously, “Why should I let you, hm?” He spreads your pussy lips, getting a good look as his cum dribbles down to your asshole.

You are getting desperate. You never had to beg Eddie to cum, ever. He was always so generous.

“I promise I’ll be good. Please, please.” He chuckles dryly before sinking his fingers back into you. “Fine. Since you asked so pretty and promised to behave yourself.”

His fingers scissor into you, that familiar burn in the pit of your stomach returning. As his two fingers make work at your entrance, his thumb swipes your clit in meticulous circles. His bottom lip is tucked under his top teeth, watching you fall apart on his fingers. You are practically chanting his name as he brings you to your peak.

When your chest heaves, finally relaxing from your orgasm, Eddie slides his digits out of you and brings them up to his plump pink lips. He licks them clean, just like you did with the whipped cream earlier.

“Hm… Don’t see how Gareth thought you were a vanilla girl,” He states, smiling sinfully at you. “You, my dear, are a fuckin’ vixen.”

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@hockeyhughes @pedgito @mediocredreams @the-unforgivenn

#eddie you are plaguing my every thought #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson smut fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fic #joseph quinn #joe quinn #fic: cherry stems #gracieheartspedro

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evesedenramblings · 2 days ago

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Highlights of the “In-Character” portion of the Project Eden’s Garden AMONG US stream in no particular order:

Damon introducing himself as “the Ultimate Debater. A prodigy among prodigies. Someone who simply can’t be outmatched.” And everyone going dead silent before making fun of his egotistical ass

Eva hiding in the corner of the waiting room

Diana going to the corner of the waiting room with Eva to keep her company

Kai being the reason the stream started late because he couldn’t decide the perfect look for his Among Us character

All their little characters matching them so well; Wolfgang in a little suit, Grace with bunny ears, Wenona with bear ears, Tozu’s goat horns, etc, and Eva just having absolutely nothing on

Wolfgang and Jean not knowing how to play video games and just doing their best

How utterly excited Tozu is that everyone is playing a killing game and he gets to play too

Damon yelling OH GOD DAMMIT so bad the mic reverberated after Wolfgang killed him

Wolfgang being imposter, killing everyone, and going “that was fun! 🙂”, followed by Jean going “I didn’t know you had it in you!” and Wolfgang replying with “I didn’t know I had it in me either 🙂”

Ulysses mention that apparently in-world he was supposed to attend but overslept (possible explanation that is why Wenona attended)

Wolfgang doesn’t know what tiktok is

Kai and Damon sticking together and doing tasks and everyone going “yeah okay”

^^^ My personal favourite is Cassidy telling everyone to come look at them doing tasks together on the cameras and Jean going “oh so those two were off canoodling somewhere”

Cassidy being the kind of Among Us player who bets everything on “you’ll be sorry” or “do it then” and expects it to work and is shocked every time when it doesn’t

Tozu dying early on in every game

Damon catching an imposter in a lie by saying he couldn’t have been the killer, because he was with “Kai, his very good friend”

Jean saying “a princess has to look her best” when Cassidy makes fun of Kai taking too much time in customization menu and then adding “welcome back princess” when Kai finished

Wolfgang hitting Damon with “it’s just a game” when Damon was locked the fuck in on busting Wolfgang as imposter

Diana going for Tozu first as imposter and still being an absolutely terrible liar

Cassidy correct guessing Damon as the imposter begging him loudly not to kill her in voice proximity, so he actually can’t kill her anymore, so instead he scoffs and goes “wish” before trotting off

Damon being revealed as imposter last minute and Eva yelling about how she trusted him. Kai also being there.

Grace and Wenona very clearly not knowing how the game works but refusing to admit it

Cassidy calling Wolfgang Grace’s boytoy

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cuprohastes · 1 day ago

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So the history is a little bit more complex, in the way that his history is generally are.

To start with your head, Internet Explorer, or Netscape. There were other browsers which Netscape was based on, but generally speaking once things had settled down it was Internet explorer or Netscape..

Opera was around, but generally nobody really used it and it was pretending to be Netscape.

Netscape Navigator wanted to do everything. It wanted to be your web browser and your email client.

Which these days is a whole bunch of so what?

But back in the days when computers were running on single digits of megabytes, it was considered very bloated and slow.

Internet explorer three for example was actually a lot faster and slimmed down.

Then in the early 2000s, because Netscape becomes so bloated, a new browser came out. It was called Phoenix.

Phoenix was very fast and use less memory. It was still based on Netscape’s code which intern was based on mosaic.

They also got into trouble with somebody else who claimed that the Phoenix name was interfering with their trademark, so they renamed it to Firebird. And more or less the exact same thing happened again so they called it Firefox.

Which is a type of red panda.

Overtime Firefox has become more bloated, but at the same time RAM and storage has expanded and plateaued.

Now, there was also the KDE based web browser Konqueror, which is a little bit of dark humour – first comes navigator, then explorer, and then conqueror…

Apple looked at the KDE open source browser, and did what they always do.

Namely, they grabbed the code renamed it to Safari, which is fully in keeping with the dark humour origins of its original name, and then pretended that they invented it. Sorry – “innovated it“.

However, because Apple had the money to poor development into the project, and because it was open source, the fork which was renamed to Web kit turned out to be a lot better than Internet Explorer or mosaic/Netscape based code.

So Google picked it up for it again into the chromium project, developed chrome and went from there.

Because the chromium browser project was pretty much able to do anything – HTML5 video, audio, supporting flash, advanced CSS, supporting DRM, plug-ins, and crucially, able to re a text without it looking junk as all get out…

… And it could also run Java and JavaScript very fast…

… A lot of the other browser project stopped trying to write their own code and just went with chromium. There was even a text editor called Atom built on the chromium project. Which is great if you don’t mind opening up a text editor that immediately eats 1/4 of your RAM.

But because everybody immediately moved to chromium because it had chrome and Apple funding the development of the base project, we ended up with the homogenised ecosystem.

Including Microsoft Edge, which is a really good browser apart from the normal Microsoft bullshit.

Firefox on the other hand, stuck to its own code base, which has got sections that are prehistoric. For example they used to be a well-known bug that Firefox had no intention of fixing – if you turned on certain graphics settings that were very useful in computer games, it would blur every webpage that Firefox opened.

And Firefox has overtime loaded itself down massively, plumping itself up to the point where it is now no longer the fast nimble web browser that it was supposed to be to replace Netscape.

Unfortunately, even chromium based browsers that are nominally open source are also memory hogs. And because chrome likes to assert dominance over the base code (which is still partially an Apple project) they keep messing around and sticking in things like this new manifest concept which is pretty much dead in the water but that’s not going to stop them, to prevent you using plug-ins to prevent adverts.

Because while Google was a search engine, they made their money from supplying Google ads which were far less horrifying and intrusive and a better user experience.

Which they immediately threw away as soon as they had market dominance.

So now the world is full of basically three types of browser:

Chromium based stuff which is possibly morally and technologically dodgy because it’s still being developed by an evil corporation which is obsessed with preventing people avoiding advertising.

Firefox, which is not good, it’s just less evil. The Firefox foundation is nominally a nonprofit however you will notice that they do like to slip in paid content into new installs, that you then have to dig around to turn off. And eventually they will indeed start explaining that they can’t support certain plug-ins because their biggest donators have a vested interest in not allowing and blocking.

And finally weird twiddly little projects that you’ve never heard of. These tend to be permanently in beta, and most often get to the point where the one or two people dealing with them just give up. Or they are based on an outdated paradigm, like everything should be piped through the command line and displayed as a plain text file.

Which at this point is starting to sound slightly attractive.

So what’s a girl to do?

Use multiple browsers. Go and turn on all of the security, and run DNS blockers and firewalls, and VPNs.

Stop reading webpages directly. Pipe them all through a local read later service, or Firefox pocket to strip out everything but the main article (which doesn’t always work).

Pick up all of your website reading through an RSS reader, and then open up the webpages in an RSS client that removes all of the adverts and re-passes the page as plain text.

If you are slightly horrified by the amount of effort that I’ve just described, congratulations you are a normal human being. You are basically doomed because the bar for entry is now so high that you have to spend months, or years learning the technology to open up a webpage without having your soul sucked out.

If you have strong opinions on which services should be used and which webpages should be blacklisted because they aren��t VPN compliant, hey welcome to the club! You are a terrible awful nerd, just like me.

The most popular browsers in different countries in 2012 and 2022.

by @theworldmaps_

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r3ynah · 3 days ago

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The people we lose along the way;

A prompt where Danny's old middle school lab professor was the Joker (from Batman: The Killing Joke) and Danny and his classmates call him Professor J, Him and his wife Jianne was born and raised in Amity Park, so overtime being surrounded by large amounts of ectoplasm, Professor J. became a liminal.

And Prof J. was actually a good teacher, the kind of teacher that will let you eat in his class, give you snacks at random times, and someone you can seek solace and peace whenever you get stressed.

Him and his wife always were there for everyone as a shoulder to cry on or just a helping hand, they were dearly beloved by the whole community.

Professor J was actually very funny, but his humor was only circled around amity park due to the fact it's a town not very social with other city, towns, social media, or the net, and they are famously known to keep to themselves.

Nonetheless everyone saw the potential in Professor J, and supported him to the fullest, why they ended up in Gotham was a mystery (some excuse that'll I'll probably come up later, but I'll let you guys do the imagining).

I like to think Gotham has very toxic ectoplasm so when He and his wife moved there he couldn't handle the toxins and it affected him mentally and physically.

after they moved everything started to go downhill, prof J first worked in a lab, then he quitted his job and became a comedian and sadly failing, Jianne almost who was almost due to give birth sadly died due to an accident, and then the Joker happened.

Now a couple a years after the comic took place, the amity parkers (they don't know what happened in these past years, they only know that the professor J. they know became a well-known comedian, or so he says) still in touch with Prof J. continued to talk to him through phone calls, messages and letters most of the time it's just his students that call, and some of his few close friends there, they tried to ask on how was Jianne doing, only to get abruptly interrupted by the rogue, who just says that she's doing better than ever or that she's resting, which they believed because they trusted their Professor.

Sometimes the joker also sends gift to his former students, Danny sometimes gets planet themed items, Sam gets mailed plants that are not native in amity park, Tucker gets new technology, Paulina gets a new plushie for her plushie collection, and so on

So, as payback they decide to go to Gotham to search for their professor J, which made them meet new friends along the way, Danny with Jason Todd, Sam with Poison Ivy, Tucker with Tim Drake, Paulina with Barbara, Star with Steph, etc..

And they're very vague with their reasoning, just only saying that they're visiting their former professor and surprising them, and then they get kidnapped in like a museum or charity event or something that has a lot of people gathered, so the amity parkers alongside other civilians became hostages.

And of course, the Bats ad Birds immediately went out to save them, only for Joker to reveal himself to everyone, and he locks eyes with the amity parkers who looked at him in realization, betrayal, and horror, and Joker stared back at them with a taken aback look that merged into panic, his grin still plastered on his face.

They couldn't swallow the reality that their professor became the person, he promised he wouldn't be, he promised to them (Because you know damn well the adults from amity park couldn't care for their children). and to see the only trusted adult in their town become one of the most disgusting and horrible human beings to ever step foot in the earth was truly heartbreaking for the group.

And for once, Joker felt like he was burning inside out because of their stares that they emitted. he mourned as guilt, sadness, and grief swallowed him for the person he used to be.

He treated those kids like his own and he and Jianne loved those kids to bits, so he did the only logical decision he could think as he pushed aside his crazed rogue tendencies, and made his last decision as a friend, professor and father and ordered his goons to take the students away from this place safe and sound and threatened them to make sure not a single hair was pulled out of them or anything to cause harm.

He watched as Paulina cried for him, Sam with her brows furrowed at him betrayal etched in her face, Tucker not believing the reality of his favorite professor, Dash frozen in place, Star was holding on to Wes for support, and Danny looked at the Joker in betrayal and anger mouthing the words 'You promised, you promised to not be like them.'

As they were dragged away

Joker only looked away to face the bats, a smile still etched on his face but somehow it looked a little bit dimmer.

#dc x dp #batman #dc #batfam #bruce wayne #dcu #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp prompt #dcxdp #danny fenton #Paulina saw Prof J as a #father #so she was truly #heartbroken #especially since she gathered info about the joker through #babs gordon #Excuse me because i made this at 11:00 p.m #because that's the only free time i have

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cutehoons02 · 15 hours ago

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The Ice Prince loves the Ice Queen?

University series: Heeseung Jungwon Jake Jay

*pairing: pervy ice skating Sunghoon x queen ice skating Girl

*trope: Good boy/Bad girl - oppositive attractive

*synopsis: What would happen when the perfect world of the Ice Prince as well as one of the most famous, cynical and good skating boy of Korea must share its sanctuary as well as the ice chest with a "Bad girl" In all respects that she doesn’t care about the rules and that she likes to tease everyone especially Sunghoon? Sunghoon doesn’t want distractions but despite his ability to not mind those crazy rags, Y/n has a personality that defies every rule, attracting the attention of everyone, especially Sunghoon

*tags: Lots of tension between the two protagonists, they love to tease especially the female protagonist, sexual tension, Sunghoon stalked her on social media, possession, jealousy, fluffy, semi-public masturbation (massage room) (f. receives it) unprotected sex ( don’t horny ppl) pussy drink, pet names (noona,bad girl,doll) (ice prince,hoon,hoonie) Sunghoon is a little shy? a lot of kisses, suck, the girl is a bratty, Sunghoon is a little obsessed with her,Sunghoon is a bit territorial with her but slowly he understands that he likes it both physically and also carraterially because she’s the only one to keep them in front.

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(English is not my native language)

Sunghoon is already on the ice, as always at the perfect time. He slid with absolute grace, his face impassive while training. The few present observe him with admiration, but the attention of all shifts when the building doors are opened with a blow. A metallic sound echoes as a pair of skates are thrown to the ground with little grace. Sunghoon looked at the entrance of the arena and raised his eyes when he saw you "Y/n, The Ice Queen" the queen with dresses too short for judges, the social media queen while flirting with all her fans, and the queen of the ice rink for 5 years now, you won all the medals and competitions in the country but the only thing that was missing was the elegant behavior that all skaters had. Sunghoon was not at all happy to have to share his kingdom, especially with another "queen" because he was the ice Prince and would soon become the King of the track when he qualified for the Olympics.

"So this is where the legendary Ice Prince trains... What a bore, I was expecting something more impressive."

Sunghoon stopped and turned slowly. In front of him is a girl with her hair gathered in a high tail, the national team jacket thrown over her shoulders with carelessness, and a bold smile on her lips.

'And you would?' he said with a casual attitude, but inside, his heart was beating very fast. He knew who you were actually since he had seen you live five years ago when you were still a teenager stalking all your social networks. He saw all your races and, for a time, saved your TikTok.

"Oh, that’s polite. You should know that already. But let’s pretend... my name is Y/n. Your new training and college companion."

Sunghoon stared at you for a moment, then turned to catch up skating. You raised an eyebrow, amused by his indifference.

"Oh, wow. Not even a 'nice to meet you'?" you thought you were the ice prince, not an iceberg."

Sunghoon stops again, sighs, and looks at you with icy calm.

'If you’re here to train, put on your skates. If you’re here to waste time, the door is that way.'

You laughed at his bad joke, without breaking. You bent down calmly to put on your shoes, watching him from under your cloaks.

"Cold as they say, eh? Who knows if you’re so cold underneath even in more... intimate situations."

Sunghoon barely jerks, but he quickly comes together, clenching his jaw. For the first time, a shade of redness touches his cheeks. You laughed and were satisfied with his reaction.

'You’re here to skate not to flirt with me.'

"Oh, whatever you say, prince. Let’s see if you can keep up."

And with a fluid movement, you jumped on the ice, brushing it with confidence and lightness. Sunghoon watches you for a moment, then he squeezes the blades and leaves, determined to show you who rules on the ice.

He hated you, couldn’t stand you, you were his nightmare, he didn’t tolerate your behavior for 2 weeks now, your cheeky to always arrive late, to flirt with all the guys, and especially to be so beautiful at the same time.

He should not have been there that night.

Sunghoon had stayed longer than expected at the arena, mentally reviewing his routine, seeking perfection as always. But when the music had begun to resound in the empty arena, something within him had shrunk. He thought it was an intruder. An ordinary idiot who had snuck in to play on the ice or one of those idiots from the hockey team; but when his eyes were set on the figure that was gliding naturally under the dim lights, his breath had cut into his throat.

It was you.

Not only were you sneaking - which is already annoying enough and illegal for the rules of the arena - but you were doing it with a magnetic intensity, a raw energy that he had never seen in anyone else. Your blades cut the ice with frightening precision, your body moved with an innate confidence, fluid and dangerously sensual.

Damnation.

Sunghoon instinctively moistened his lips, hiding in the shadows of the grandstands as he watched you. He had seen a lot of your performances live but mostly for TV or on social platforms but you were something else. The outfit you were wearing was tight at the right point, leaving little room for imagination. The way the fabric adhered to your legs, the way your body bent into perfect curves...

He should never have looked at you like that. But he couldn’t turn away.

He always found you annoying. Too cheeky, too casual, too... everything. But on the ice, you were another story. At that moment there were no provocative jokes, nor arrogant smiles. Just you and the ice, one with the aggressive music that resounded in empty walls.

When you landed a triple lutz without the slightest effort, Sunghoon felt an adrenaline rush rushing down his back.

You were one of the best skaters of the new generation and maybe for him, you were the best. It wasn’t just admiration for your technique - no, it was something more dirty, more visceral.

How can she be so damn annoying out of the ice and so... charming on top of it? He wondered as he watched you as a stalker as you danced.

Sunghoon’s fingers clenched. He had to stop looking at you. He should have stopped you, maybe even reprimanded you for breaking the rules, for being a goddamn rebel again.

Yet he remained there, hidden in the shadows, with his heart beating a little too fast and thoughts that he should never have had.

Sunghoon had instinctively stooped behind the balustrade, his heart pounding in his chest. Damnation. He should not have been there. He should not have looked at her like that. And most importantly, he should not have had... that kind of reaction.

But it was too late, when the music stopped you looked up and found yourself a few meters away near the railing that marked the path to enter the ice rink. You whistled lightly and a sharp whistle broke the eerie silence in the cold air, followed by your much too amused laughter.

"Well... who do we have here? Maybe my number one fan pretending to hate and despise me?"

Sunghoon felt himself sinking. Slowly he looked up and found you staring down at him with a satisfied grin, hands resting on your hips as you swung your perfect hairstyle. The black suit stuck to your body after the forbidden skating session, and it did not help the situation in which Sunghoon found himself.

He tried to keep a cool air, but the redness on his cheeks betrayed him. And to make matters worse, he felt the pants become slightly... Luckily the balustrade provided a physical barrier between him and his decidedly uncooperative ego. He was very well equipped to do so.

'Don’t make me laugh. Why should I be a fan?' he mumbled, turning his eyes away from you.

You leaned against the railing, tilting your head slightly as you watched him with those eyes full of mischievous fun.

"Mmmh... I don’t know, maybe because you were staring at me with your mouth slightly open? Did you like the show, huh? Didn’t know you liked sneaking around, Hoonie." You got too close to him for his taste.

Sunghoon held his breath as you leaned over him, until you were a few centimetres from his face and then felt a very slight touch on his mouth. A shiver passed through him when your fingertip touched the bottom of his lips.

"You know while skating earlier, I noticed something nice..." you said whispering with a funny smile.

Sunghoon swallowed, eyes chained to his own, unable to move.

"Your mouth was slightly open... almost as if you were holding your breath." You slightly tilted your head, the finger just tracing the contour of his mouth "Or maybe..." you bit your lip, pretending to reflect

"Maybe you drooled a little? Mh, don’t tell me I left you breathless."

A heat wave hit him hard. Sunghoon felt his jaw clench as his pride was stabbed by those damn provocative words.

Sunghoon almost growling, tightening the balustrade with force not to react instinctively said: 'Do not say bullshit you did a simple performance, nothing special and that I had never seen.'

You woke up slowly, almost amused by his reaction and words. You touched the bottom of the lip with your thumb again, as if you wanted to check if there was something there.

"Nah, you’re fine. No slime... Shame. It would have been nice to see you so vulnerable, Ice Prince." you said in a sweet but mischievous voice.

Sunghoon felt his self-control crumble.

'Stop acting like a rebel you shouldn’t be here at this time, you’re here for 2 weeks and you’ve only brought chaos.'

You chuckled, getting even closer to him. "Hmmm? You didn’t seem like it. You look quite... upset."

Sunghoon swallowed. You were so close now, leaning on the railing with your face a few inches from his. He could smell your slightly sweet scent, in contrast to your bad girl attitude.

And then, without warning, your fingers crept into his soft hair, stroking it with an exasperating slowness. Sunghoon stood still, every muscle tensed like a violin string.

"They’re softer than I thought... very cute, Hoonie." Whispered, with a smile as sweet as it is.

Sunghoon cleared his throat, desperately trying to keep control.

'Stop it, Y/n.' But he didn’t seem to be very convinced by his own words.

And you, of course, did not listen to him and leaned even more, until your face was touched with a warm breath, causing a shiver along his back.

"We have a secret now... Woe to you if someone finds out, I like skating without those silly rules that I have to follow from how many jumps I do or the music I put on; it’s the only time of the day when I can be myself and release all the stress." You said whispering them near his ear now quite red maybe because of the glacial cold inside the arena or maybe because you had teased him enough

Then, with the same grace with which you had skated away. But before you left, you took a small step back and cast a satisfied look at him, purposefully shaking as you left the track.

Sunghoon stood still for a few seconds, unable to move, breathing slightly erratically.

Damn it. You were a problem. Big, damn problem no girl had taunted him so much in his life and who the hell did you think you were?

The party was lively, music resounded through the walls, and the boys laughed and joked while drinking something light. Sunghoon, for once, felt at ease with his friends; it was rare to see him relaxed out of the ice, but in the company of other members of Enhypen and TXT, He could forget for a while the pressure of the track and the upcoming race to qualify for the 2026 Olympics in Italy.

Sunghoon leaned against the counter, sipping his drink. Jake was next to him, talking to Heeseung about nerd video games. He was about to make a distracted comment when a familiar sound and laughter made him turn away instantly.

The voice and laughter of Y/n made him look up to heaven.

Sunghoon frowned, following the sound until he noticed a figure that should not be there. Y/n was friendly chatting with Jake’s girlfriend, laughing with that laugh he knew too well.

But it wasn’t his laughter that was driving him off the road, it was the way you were dressed. A black tight-fitting dress wraps your body perfectly, revealing more than he could bear without feeling the blood rise to his cheeks. Above, a short leather jacket that lets you see the shoulders and a black choker that seems to shout provocation. On the feet, high heels that made your legs infinite.

Sunghoon clears his throat, trying to look away, but his eyes seem to have a will of their own. It felt strangely hot, and it was certainly not because of the crowded pub.

<< Hey, are you all right? >> asked Jake noticing his mood change

Sunghoon looked up, trying to keep his cool

'All right. Just... her.' he nods to you, without hiding the annoyance in her voice.

Jake chuckled, amused by his reaction << Oh, Y/n, the ice queen? Yes, she’s friends with T/N. Didn’t you know?"

Sunghoon sighs deeply, trying to calm down.

How was your friend the sweet girlfriend of one of his best friends? You were the perfect representation of a "bad girl" always in search of rebellion and breaking the rules instead of Jake’s girlfriend was a vlogger where he made reviews of books full of love and cute things!

But when you turned and saw him, the smile painted on your lips made him even more nervous.

"Oh, look who’s here. My dear number-one fan! Don’t tell me you were following me here too, Sunghoon!"

Sunghoon approached with an impassive expression, but his cheeks revealed a slight redness.

'I wasn’t following you. It’s you who appears everywhere, like a problem that doesn’t want to be solved.'

You burst out laughing, completely ignoring his irritated tone "Problem? Interesting choice of words. But... you don’t seem so upset."

You approached him, pretending to fix a tuft of hair, but letting your perfume wrap it. Sunghoon clears his throat again, trying not to look at you, but the short dress and the way your leather jacket exposed your back didn’t make it easy.

Hoon clenched his jaw, looking down at you ' Don’t you think it’s a bit... too much for an evening like this?'

"Too much? Oh, honey, that’s just the minimum. I can’t go around in my skating suits, can I?" You chuckled, leaning nonchalantly against the counter, purposely showing the line of your leg.

Sunghoon felt a shiver down his back. He tried to think of anything else, but the mind played tricks on him, proposing the image of you on the ice, with those same provocative movements.

You came even closer until your fingers touched his arm

"So, Sunghoon. are you going to spend the whole evening sneaking around, or do you want to offer to keep me company? You know, just to show everyone how close we are... on the ice."

Sunghoon took a step back, trying to regain his composure.

"Stop playing and flirt with me is not your pastime. And cover yourself, you’re drawing too much attention," he said in a brusque tone.

You approached his ear, whispering in a low and provocative voice

"Jealous, Hoon? How sweet are you when you’re so protective of a girl older than you!"

You walked away, turning around with a satisfied smile, shaking as you approached the girls' table. Sunghoon follows you with his gaze, unable to decide whether he would like to shout at you and put you in your place or come closer to you again. Sunghoon to himself, biting his cheek

-It’s not jealousy. It’s... control. You just don’t have the slightest sense of decency. Right?-

But a fleeting thought crosses him, warming his face even more. 'Damnation... how can a party become a battlefield?'

Sunghoon couldn’t take his eyes off you, even if he wanted to. He watches you laugh and joke with a tall, brown-haired guy who seems too interested in you for his taste. Every time that idiot comes closer, you laugh louder, leaning towards him with mischievous. And Hoon knew it was obvious that you were doing it to tease him and drive him away.

Indeed, now and then your sparkling eyes would gaze upon Sunghoon, studying him with that brazen smile he knew all too well.

Sunghoon squeezes the glass harder than necessary. What the hell is she doing? And why do I care so much?

The boy leaned towards you, whispering something in your ear. You laughed again, letting your leather jacket slip off your shoulder, revealing your pale skin under the dim lights of the room.

Sunghoon feels the heat rising inside him, like a pressure cooker ready to explode, and in the end, he can’t take it anymore.

He gets up and goes across the room with long, determined steps. When he comes to you, you have understood that your beautiful game of provoking him was bearing fruit, he did not say a word while he looked at you badly: he grabs your wrist gently but firmly and drags you away, leaving the boy with whom you were talking slightly confused.

You were not entirely surprised by his reaction and you were amused, you let yourself be carried away without resistance with a satisfied smile on your lips.

"Hey, where are you taking me, Ice Prince? You don’t seem like the type to grab girls from the pub."

Sunghoon doesn’t respond until he drags you to a more secluded and isolated corner of the room, away from the eyes of others. Then, finally, he looks at you with eyes burning with frustration.

'Stop acting like that.'

You bowed your head, pretending not to understand. "Stop what?"

Sunghoon tightens his jaw. '

To act like this, you don’t need to get the attention of all the guys at the club. You don’t need to flirt with anyone who looks at you.'

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms with provocative air.

Flirting? Hey, it’s not my fault I’m beautiful and others notice me. Maybe you should get used to it, hoonie is my specialty flirting and getting everyone’s attention."

You came a step closer, the voice that was lowered to become a whisper.

"And then... who told you I wanted to get all the kids' attention?"

Sunghoon stops for a moment, his breath short as your words hit his stomach like a punch and he looks you in the eye, trying to figure out if you’re joking or not.

'Then what did you want to do?' You smile, this time more softly, and raise your hands to rest on his chest, sculpted tight in a black shirt, where he raises his toned chest. Your little fingers clasp on the tight black shirt, feeling Sunghoon’s irregular heartbeat beneath it.

"I wanted to attract the attention of only one boy... but it seems that he needs a little help to understand."

Before Sunghoon could answer you lifted your toes slightly and put your lips close to his neck. You felt a gentle scent of wild fruits and the smell of some mixed sweat from Hoon’s skin. You started with a light kiss, then another, until you felt him stiff under you, Sunghoon leaned against the wall, unable to move, as the heat spread over his whole body.

"Doll..." The word escapes him before he can stop, and is full of confusion, desire, and a touch of submission that irritates him.

Laugh softly against his skin. "So good, Hoonie. You know how to make me feel important."

Then you went back to leave another kiss on his neck, this time more forceful, sucking him slightly, Sunghoon clenches his teeth, trying to keep control, but every fiber of his body seems to betray him as he puts his big hands in your backside to draw you closer to him.

'N-Noona...' The voice is husky, almost appealing to him, invading you in all senses and you put your breasts into his chest and rubbed them slightly while you continued kissing him, giving little bites to Hoon’s ethereal skin. You wanted to brand him, you wanted them to understand that you understood that he had a little twisted obsession with you and you wanted him to find the next morning a nice gift in his neck, so he would be ashamed but also remember what you were doing.

"You like me so much, Hoon?" you ask, biting your lip with amused air.

Sunghoon looked away, the redness that warms his cheeks and it was lovely to see him so helpless, where was the cynical ice prince who spoke all in the pre or post-race. 'Be quiet.'

You woke up again, stroking his chest with a light touch. "Don’t worry, Hoon. It’s our little secret... remember?"

And with a last kiss on the neck, you slowly drifted away, shaking as you returned to the center of the room, and before you had gone away, you turned around and threw a kiss with your hand. Sunghoon remains motionless, with one hand still on his neck where you had left the mark. His breath is irregular, and in his head, there’s only one thought: I’m fucked.

University ice rink

Sunghoon skated with the usual elegance and precision. Every jump was calculated to the millimeter, every harmonic step. The ice was his kingdom, the place where he never made a mistake, his home, his outlet valve but at the same time of millimetric precision because if you were wrong the ice would not easily forgive you the mistakes. With the upcoming race for the Winter Olympics qualification, he had no time for distractions, had been raised by his family to win at least one Olympic gold medal and he had wanted her since he was 4 years old with all of himself and no one would be able to distract him from his n*1.

Or so he thought.

On the other side of the track you were doing your program, but the stern tone of your coach was getting more and more insistent throughout the block. Many boys and girls were giving you curious looks, all putting you on the pedestal except your coach and maybe the Ice Prince.

Your Coach exasperated yelled at you for the thousandth time that day -Y/n ! Your triple flip is completely off-axis! You have to close the rotation faster, otherwise you will keep landing on the wrong foot.-

Sunghoon turned to you to understand why for over an hour he only heard screams from the opposite side of the ice rink as you attempted to jump again. Your blades incised the ice with initial grace, but then, exactly as before, you misbalanced the rotation and landed in an unstable way, spreading too much the foot of support.

Your coach sighed heavily, reaching her forehead

-I can’t believe you’re still getting this item wrong. You had a perfect landing last week! You lack control and if you behave like this at the race next weekend they will beat all the newbies. Maybe you should look at how Sunghoon does it.-

At those words, Sunghoon felt all the glances on himself. It was not intended to intervene in your training, but certainly could not refuse to show you again who was the best and why everyone called him the ice prince of Korea. He was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly as if it were obvious.

With a fluid movement, he picked up speed and prepared for the triple flip. He had performed that jump countless times, and as expected, the landing was flawless. The dry sound of his blade cutting through the ice resounded in the track, and his posture remained perfect, without any hesitation and some children sitting in the audience looked at him with open mouths.

You crossed your arms, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Ugh, what a bore. Ice Prince is perfect as always."

Sunghoon turned to you, noticing the way you were passing your tongue against his lower lip with a pensive look. His coach immediately pressed you:

-Did you see it? It must be so! Try again until you do not exactly will not leave the hut.-

You sighed, then went back to the track and prepared for the jump and Sunghoon watched you carefully as he was speeding.

One Over. Three steps. Spin... and then a wrong landing again.

One more time.And again. And again. After the fourth consecutive mistake, your coach gasped exasperately and shook her head.

-What’s wrong today?! You’re distracted by nothing! Maybe Sunghoon should follow you step by step. Maybe his discipline will teach you something, I always told you that it is an extremely good example to take even if he is two years younger than you is the representation of perfection.-

Sunghoon felt a slight discomfort. He had never trained anyone and with you... it would not be easy. But then his eyes came on you, there was something strange.

You were wrong, of course, but the way you did it... it was not random. Your posture was too relaxed, your landing almost deliberately imperfect. Your mistakes seemed... controlled and Sunghoon opened his eyes.

Wait a minute... is she doing it on purpose? He thought as he looked at you, he looked better as you prepared for the umpteenth attempt, but there was a shadow of a smile on your lips and when you were wrong again, your gaze fell directly upon him.

Sunghoon crossed his arms, his eyebrow slightly ruffled as he watched you skate with an innocent air.

"Oops. I’m really bad today, huh?"

Sunghoon felt a shiver of discomfort mixed with... more. Why, damn it, were you looking at him like that? As if you were enjoying seeing his reaction?

He approached you slightly, lowering his voice in a barely audible tone.

'Stop acting like a child, you know I’ve figured it out you’re doing it on purpose right?'

You flashed your fake eyes surprised by his words, putting a hand on your chest with theatrical air "I? Why should I?"

Sunghoon looked at you. "Because you are impossible and love to attract the attention of everyone."

You chuckled, with a smirk as it bites your lip "Or maybe I like to attract the attention... of someone in particular."

Sunghoon felt a sudden heat rise to his head. His heart made a small leap in the chest, but immediately recovered and passed a hand through his hair, exasperated, while you threw him a last mischievous look before returning to the center of the track. Sunghoon turned to the coach, trying to look as impassive as possible.

-Can you follow her around for a few laps? Maybe learn something from yourself. -

Sunghoon nodded reluctantly but as he approached you, he couldn’t help thinking that once again you had found a way to make him play by your rules. And the worst? He was falling for it.

The hot shower water was running on Sunghoon’s skin, loosening the tension of his muscles after a grueling workout, the race for the qualifiers was close and he had to be perfect and flawless as always. No mistakes, no hesitation, no distractions, and with the head focused only on skating.

He passed a hand through his wet hair, sighing but nevertheless, his mind kept returning to something or rather, a person, you were now fixed in his thoughts and every day was a continuous struggle against himself not to fall into your trap.

You were the representation of the girl from whom he had to stay away because you were a rebel but also because you would mess with your problems.

You stayed to try the program even after everyone had left. Stubborn as you were, you wouldn’t give up until you had executed that damn double Lutz perfectly. Leaving the locker room Sunghoon with his hair still wet and a towel saw you there again, alone, your body moved towards the track to perform all the sequence of your race program: steps, transitions, trotters... Everything is perfect, except for that damn double Lutz.

Once again. And another time. And another time.

Unstable landing.

Wrong landing.

Failed to land.

Sunghoon leaned on the railing, watching you. You had your hair in a mess, your breath in a stupor and your eyes burning with frustration yet you kept going until you heard a dull noise: your body falling on the ice and then, the sound of a broken breath you were in the middle of the track, Collapsed on the ice with hands covering your face while you were breathing hard and crying like a little girl.

Without thinking twice, he ran to the locker room and quickly put his shoes back on. He returned to the track and slipped towards you, stopping by his trembling body, Sunghoon knelt beside you and with a firm but gentle tone said to you:

'That’s enough for tonight.'

You looked up at him, your eyes bright with tears and full of frustration and with a broken voice, trying to keep control of the screams.

" It’s not your business, Hoon. I don’t need a babysitter, let alone a kid who thinks he knows everything."

Those words struck Sunghoon but they did not make him back, instead, he leaned down towards you and gently took your arms, trying to help you get up.

'Won’t leave you here to destroy you. No sense, tomorrow is another day and I’m sure you’ll do well.'

"I said I don’t need you!" Sunghoon wavered for a moment, but then his face hardened and he took you firmly by the hips, lifting you and you watched him with surprise as you tried to wriggle again but he wouldn’t let go.

'Stop treating me like a kid! I’m trying to help you, Y/n!' and he came closer, his face a few centimeters from yours. 'You’re not invincible. I know you’re tired. I know it hurts. But you don’t have to face it alone.'

You were stuck and your hands pressed weakly against Sunghoon’s chest but your voice seemed to have broken.

He looked at you with intensity, his dark eyes fixed on yours, and at that moment something inside it surrendered.

With a sudden surge of emotions - anger, frustration, but also a deep desire - he lowered his face towards you and kissed you.

At first, the kiss was hard, full of tension and anger. His hands were holding your hips tightly as if he was trying to make you understand how frustrated he was. But then, slowly, the kiss changed. He became sweeter, slower. His lips moved with a delicacy that contrasted with the initial fury as if he wanted to convey to you everything that he had not been able to say with words.

You were initially surprised but found yourself returning the kiss immediately and your hands relaxed on Sunghoon’s chest, sliding towards his shoulders and feeling the warmth of his body, the way he held you, and he understood that he was not only there to judge you or prove himself better. He was there for you. When you two separated, you were out of breath. Sunghoon looked at you and his breath was irregular and his cheeks were red.

"I’m not your enemy, Y/n. And stop treating me like one. I can be what you need... if you let me."

You looked at him for a moment, still confused by the emotions that had overwhelmed you. Then, with a light tired smile, you shook your head.

"You’re too perfect for me, Hoonie. I’m complicated and sooner or later everyone leaves."

But Hoon did not move from you and gently smeared a cheek on your face and pulled a strand of hair from your face.

'I like complicated things Y/n, otherwise, I would not have chosen to base my whole life on skating!'

Hoon came near you again and this time it was you who took him by the collar of the sweatshirt and slammed your lips in his, his hands went to lean into the tight of your leggings, Hoon wanted to hear you all by himself and he got a slight moan when you put your tongue in his mouth and at the same time pulled his hair. When you left for a moment you looked at him with a mischievous smile and whispers, with a roaring voice and full of intention:

"Hoonie... don’t you think this is a little too exposed?"

Sunghoon stared at you, puzzled, as his gaze wandered towards the empty runway.

"The massage room is right there. How about that?" you said with a slight whistle, pointing to the door behind them.

He hesitated for a moment. He had always followed the rules, and always kept control but with you every barrier seemed to collapse. At last, he nodded slowly, taking your hand and leading you to the closet.

The massage room was small and poorly lit, with a padded bed in the middle and some shelves full of towels and oils. The door closed behind you with a slight click.

Sunghoon turned to you, you quickly approached, holding his waist and pulling him for another kiss. This time it was you who took control, your lips moving with confidence as your hands slid under Sunghoon’s sweatshirt.

"This sweatshirt looks good on you, but... I think it’s better on the ground."

Before Sunghoon could answer you pulled the sweatshirt in one fluid movement, revealing his tight t-shirt and his well-defined chest, and wasted no time: your lips moved along his neck, Leaving small kisses and slight bites that made Sunghoon shiver.

'Noona...' The word slipped from his lips without him being able to control it you stopped for a moment, looking at it with a mixture of surprise and satisfaction.

"Noona, huh? You like to call me that, Hoonie?" you chuckled laying your hands on his chest and drawing little circles with your fingers.

Sunghoon determined not to let you have complete control, grabbed your legs and lifted you with ease, making you sit on the massage table. You looked at him surprised by the force with which he had moved it, but you did not have time to say anything. Sunghoon’s hands lay on your hips, squeezing them lightly as he approached you again.

'Do you think you’re the only one who knows how to tease, Noona?'

Smiles, but your breath was speeded up when he felt Sunghoon’s hands slipping into your leggings, stopping just above the fabric of your panties and you looked him in the eye, challenging him to continue.

"Prove it to me, Sunghoon."

Sunghoon did not make him repeat it twice. Your hands moved along Sunghoon’s shoulders, pulling his shirt up. When the shirt fell to the floor your fingers explored her chest with a light touch and full of curiosity.

"So perfect, like an ice prince, but with so much fire inside." You chuckled as your kisses descended on Sunghoon’s neck

Sunghoon shivered at his touch, but he was not willing to let you have the last word. With a sudden move, his hands fell on her hips and she took off your leggings with a brusque movement and found you only in panties.

'You... you’re the queen who knows how to make me lose my head but let’s see if today it will be you to lose your head for me, doll'

Hoon gently laid you in the cot and you obeyed immediately and leaned slightly lying on the edge of the cot he started to touch your thighs lightly until he touched the fabric of the panties and when he moved it slightly he saw that you were already Excited only for him.

'So pretty' cursed Hoon licking the finger he had just touched, 'Sweet as I imagined' moaned, fingers going on your clitoris to feel more of your moisture.

He moved slowly, sliding his finger over your swollen clitoris and rounding it through the fabric of her panties. There is an intense amount of heat rising between you two. The way you are positioned with him, his large frame that traps you between the edge of the cot, and his big hand pushing inside you doesn’t help you feel any less aroused. You can feel it becoming slippery the more pressure it puts on your clitoris. " Please...I need more", you murmured as if you were embarrassed by your own words.

'Since you’re so shy to ask this kind of thing Y/n?' Hoon has been looking at you and thinking about you like that for months. Let his finger get in and slide as you take off your panties, now pressing directly on your lump. Your back bows because it wasn’t the most comfortable position in the world but also because you were waiting for him to do more "Hoonie.." whimpering. He looks up from your pussy and is so happy to hear his nickname comes out of your lips in that position and sees your thighs twitch; you cried when he added another finger, Pushing it in and then pulling it out until only the tips of his fingers remained inside.

After a while he started making circles on your clitoris, repeating the action and licking his fingers before returning to work, he wanted you to come with lips that shouted his name because there would be no other guy and from that moment you were hers.

"Fuck" you moaned when he increased the pace of his fingers fucking you. His fingers worked so well, and you never doubted that he had talent when you looked at his beautiful hands with those super long, tapered fingers that were hammering you at the time and making you come.

Sunghoon saw your orgasm coming, your chest moving heavily up and down as tears stung your eyes, and he had to show you that even though you said he was smaller than you were he was the one making you have an orgasm in an almost semi-public area.

Your stomach was twitching and your legs were filled with chills, you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. You tried to warn him, but it took a clever movement of your bud with his thumb to push you over the edge. Your body trembled at the intensity of your orgasm, his nails stuck in his tufts of hair, Hoon put a finger around his lips and sucked it in front of you and saw how his smile was a little shy? But at the same time proud to have made you come, his big hands pushed you to sit down and he drew his forehead with yours while you were still breathing slightly exhausted.

You would never have imagined that he was so good and an unhealthy idea took hold in your mind and with courage you asked him: "Do you know what I think? We could be... friends with benefits. Would you like it, Hoonie? No complications, just fun."

The words came out as a challenge, but you didn’t expect the reaction that Sunghoon had, he stopped completely for an instant and then started to laugh, a deep and warm laughter that resounded in the closet. You looked at him in surprise and you punched him lightly on the chest.

"What’s so funny? I’m not serious enough for you?"

Sunghoon stopped laughing and leaned back towards you, this time taking your face in his hands and looking at you with a determination he had never seen before.

Sunghoon with a firm and serious voice told you. 'Noona, don’t get me wrong... but if you think for one second that I want to be just a friend with benefits, you’re mistaken.'

You slightly flashed your eyes, surprised by the strong tone of his voice.

'I want more. I want you. I want you to be mine and not of anyone else, if you can’t accept it, then tell me now but don’t ask me to be anything less because I know that underneath you like me and don’t make it difficult because I see how you look at me, Y/n."

Hoon’s words left you breathless. For a moment you just looked at him, trying to figure out if he was really serious. Then you smile, a sincere and slightly embarrassed smile something rare for you.

"I didn’t know you had so much passion, Hoonie, and that you were so territorial with me," you said in a whisper, as your hands slid down Sunghoon’s chest.

'Told you, doll. When I want something... I don’t give up and it must be mine and no one else’s.'

And with those words, your lips met again, but this time with a new intensity. There was no more hesitation, no more games.

The racing noise filled the arena you were sitting in a corner, on a bench with headphones firmly on your ears. The music was supposed to help you calm down but the knot in your stomach didn’t seem to melt.

That hateful little pastel dress made you feel out of place. It wasn’t dates, it didn’t represent who you were on the ice but to qualify for the Olympics that day you had to act like a doll. You wanted to dominate the track with intense colors, with clothes that spoke of your true essence: passion, strength, sensuality. Instead, here you are wrapped in a layer of blue dress that made you feel more fragile than you wanted to admit.

Immersed in your thoughts, you did not immediately notice the figure that had entered the room. Only when you felt a light touch to your ears, he pulled you back. The headphones slipped away, and there was Sunghoon in front of you.

'It seems that our Queen Ice is not so sure of herself today.'

You puffed crossing your arms, but the fast beat of your heart betrayed you, Sunghoon was beautiful with his impeccable black suit and some silver decoration on his shoulders, his hair was extremely fluffy and his sissy didn’t light up anything good. Sunghoon’s touch had been so gentle, almost affectionate, and now he looked at you with that typical ice prince expression: unflappable, but with a gleam in his eyes betraying something else.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m fine."

Sunghoon lowered his face a little, bringing it close to yours. One of his hands lifted and with the back of his fingers touched your cheek and you felt the heat rise immediately, but you tried desperately to remain impassive.

'Oh? Then why are your cheeks so red?' he said giggling

You stiffened for a moment and then, with your usual sharp tongue, I answered: "It’s just for the cold, stupid. You should know we’re an ice-box."

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his reply. 'Really? Too bad we’re indoors, Noona.'

You felt your ears go up in flames. He was too close, too sure of himself that day, and it made you crazy. You tried to maintain your usual confidence, but couldn’t help biting the inside of your cheek, a sign that you were more nervous than usual.

Sunghoon watched you in silence for a few seconds, then with a sweetness that completely shocked you slid a lock of hair behind your ear.

'You don’t have to be nervous, you know? I bet you’ll beat everybody out there and qualify for the Olympics with an absurd score.'

His voice was so warm, so reassuring, that for a moment you forgot to provoke him and felt a shiver running down your back, but it wasn’t just because of the cold of the track.

"I’m not nervous. And I don’t need you to be my babysitter or my supporter anyway." Sunghoon smiled and walked away, leaving you with his heart gone mad. But then, with a suddenly darker look, he stared at you again, barely tilting his head.

'Okay, okay. But if you need me...' (came closer once more, his voice lowered to touch your ear) '... you know where to find me, Noona.'

You tried to answer with a sour joke, but he interrupted you with a lower, more dangerous whisper.

And Sunghoon with a sure smile continued saying 'And who knows... maybe, if you do well today...' (he stopped for a second, letting the silence full of tension make you crazy, then tilted his face even more, until he touched your jaw with his lips) 'and if you behave during the race, tonight... I’ll make you mine.'

You stared for a moment, the breath-stopping in your throat. Sunghoon’s voice had been soft, slow, insinuating. The way he said it, without any hesitation, as if it were a fact, made you vibrate inside.

You saw him lift his chin with a satisfied air before moving away, leaving you there, weak legs and heart pounding.

"Damn Ice Prince..." you said, biting your lip to hold a smile.

You were staring at the ceiling of your room, still incredulous. You had won. You had made that damn jump to perfection and qualified for the Olympics but what kept coming back in your head was not the echo of the public in delirium or the congratulations of the coach.

It was the voice of Sunghoon.

"If you behave tonight I’ll make you mine."

Those words had made you miss a heartbeat. Was it serious? Or was it just a provocation to motivate her?

You put a hand in your hair, still in the outfit from home: oversized sweatshirt and short shorts. You couldn’t deny it during the whole award ceremony you had looked for him with your eyes and you exchanged a friendly glance, but nothing more. Sunghoon had disappeared soon after, busy with the celebrations with his team.

"Tsk. I knew it, just a provocation." you thought, sighing."

You were about to get up to fetch water when the bell rang and you flashed your eyes. Who the hell could it be at that time?

With your heart beating harder, you approached the door and opened it without thinking too much.

And there, in front of you was Sunghoon.

Slightly damp hair, a sign that he had just taken a quick shower. The unbuttoned jacket and the suit pants fell perfectly on his athletic physique. But above all... that look. A look that instantly melted you.

You didn’t even give him time to say a word. Without thinking, you grabbed him by the collar of your jacket and lured him inside, closing the door with one foot before kissing him with all the intensity that you had held for days. Sunghoon was not surprised, but he kissed back without hesitation, immediately squeezing you by the hips and pushing you against the entrance wall.

The kiss was hungry, deep, full of all that had not been said until then and Sunghoon’s hands moved on your back, making you shiver.

You just took off, short of breath, dark eyes fixed in his.

"So it wasn’t just a phrase thrown there to motivate me, huh?"

Sunghoon smiled, looking down at your still-wet lips. Then he looked back at you intensely.

'Noona, do you really think I would say something like that without wanting it?'

Sunghoon wrapped your legs around his pelvis and you kept biting his neck and groaning him until he sat in your big bed you eagerly took off his sweatshirt and did the same with yours, his hands immediately went to tease your breasts full already turgid and began to tease the buds of your breasts now sensitive and you continued to run through his chest tonic with your hands and at the same time to lay kisses and mark it on the neck. An involuntary groan of satisfaction slipped from your throat as you felt Hoon tickling with one hand the entrance of your short, crisp shorts, feeling how his cold hands ran along the edge of your panties, and with a surge of safety you moved your hips, A light and insecure movement at first, but which made Hoon sigh against its length still fully covered. Hoon’s reactions were what you needed to continue and you turned your hips harder, making him throw his head backward against the padded keyboard of your bed; His eyes darkened when he saw you biting your lips and with glazed eyes he made you rise slowly from his legs and slid the short shorts down your legs.

"What are you planning to do me Park Sunghoon or Ice Prince" you said to ask between kisses and deep sighs.

'Thou shalt find out' murmur against thy lips. 'And thou shall love every second of what I will do to thee this evening. You felt your legs tremble and you rubbed against him even harder, making him moan softly and bite your lips hard. Hoon stopped your hips, pushing you down a little lower than it was enough to unlace his pants and a slight moan came out of your lips when you saw his Calvin Klein boxers slightly wet in the middle.

Hoon slipped his hand back into your panties, the tips of his fingers slowly crawling over the thin tissue tickling you.

"Hoon" moans.

'Tell me what you want' he mumbled against your mouth.

'You must tell me, doll. Where’s the cheeky girl I met a couple of months ago?'

At that moment he liked to be a bit of a provocative asshole, finding fun in the way you react and your body trembled at his touches. Sunghoon slips your panties off and her finger finally makes contact with your clitoris.

"Please" you tried again, refusing to say it out loud.

'Doll I want you to tell me, use your beautiful little mouth to talk!'

"Hoon, please..." you started but failed again as he felt you now your shiny and excited pussy

"Poor ice queen, you can’t even use the words are you so desperate to have me?..." he made fun of you for all those times when he felt trapped with you

"Park Sunghoon, I swear to God if you..." your words were interrupted by a moan when he stuck his middle finger in your wet pussy, smiled when he saw you fight again with the words, Only because of him and was definitely a real booster for his ego.

'If I...?' suggested, provoking you again as he slid a second finger, bending it to hit that specific point that makes you tremble and writhe in his ears due to the stretching. You leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest and hiding your face in the hollow of his neck.

You felt a knot forming in the lower abdomen and bit his shoulder to relieve the sensation, moving your hips alone, chasing the peck he was giving you as he pumped and curled his long fingers against you.

Your groans became louder and more frequent, and Hoon took them as an incentive to go faster, always aiming for the point where you would react in the way he liked.

"Hoonie, more please" His name-related groans left your lips and you stuck your nails harder in his shoulders.

'Come for me doll' he whispered in your ear as you came, his name left your mouth like a song, while your body became even hotter and ready to have his cock inside of you. Hoon kept moving his fingers, slower this time to help you get off your high; When you relaxed a moment with slightly trembling hands you looked at him carefully and made a nod to you with the head and pulled out his cock that came proudly to his hips. His red tip shone for the pre-ejaculate, the veins sticking out on the skin, making you tighten your pussy excited, you were as unfocused as it was perfect his cock and you ran your tongue in your lips.

You grabbed his cock by aligning it with your pussy. You went down slowly, holding your breath as you felt it opening you inch by inch. His hands grabbed your hips harder, pushing you down to help you keep moving.

'Fuck you’re so tight, Y/n.' Groaned when he reached the bottom. Despite the urgency that Hoon felt to move, he remained motionless so you could adapt to his size. Groaning for the discomfort, not being accustomed to its size, but somehow the initial stretching was quite pleasant and you felt it already almost completely inside you have raised your hips, you waited a while trying to prepare yourself emotionally and you lowered yourself again slowly Hoon closed his eyes and bit hard on his lip. He wanted to take things at your own pace, but he seriously needed to take you and he roared slowly with the need to destroy you and have you all to himself.

You accelerated little by little, gaining confidence as you moved, but it wasn’t enough yet and your thighs were burning with effort. You tried to go ahead, wanting more grunts and whimpers from Sunghoon but you were extremely excited but at the same time tired when you felt him get inside your pussy all the way.

'What’s the matter, Noona?' he asked, caressing your hair to comfort you.

"Tired.... I need to have you inside me but you must take the reins" you whispered. After a few seconds of silence, you heard him laugh.

"The ice queen maybe a little spoiled wants me to do all the work? Where is the cheeky girl who teased me every day? '

"Please, Hoonie"

Sunghoon pulled himself out of you and he put you leaning on your pillows and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so that you could kiss him again and surround his waist with your legs. Hoon can only think of how you will be his death, but that moment does not last long because he is pushing again inside you and this time he is seriously in charge and his pushes are not at all delicate.

Groaning louder, feeling it deeper than before until he felt his hand lay in your stomach and with a grin said to you 'Look how you’re taking me at this moment Noona, I’m hammering you so deep in' groans at his words and also by the intensity of how your pussy could take her cock divinely.

"More, Hoon" you asked and he happily acquiesced to your whining.

He holds your thigh, puts it over his shoulders, and places an arm on the bed’s keyboard to support himself, going even deeper. You feel your intoxication coming for the second time that night and unintentionally you get around him, making him growl and go harder.

You pulled his hair, coming again and this time Hoon followed you, pouring his sperm inside you. The feeling was overwhelming, something you had never felt before and did not imagine feeling so soon, much less not being in a relationship with this person that made you crazy every day.

You were lying beside Sunghoon, breathing still as you tried to recover, and could not believe how intense that moment was, like every touch, every look, and pierced heart. You sunflower on your side to look at him: he was leaning against the pillow, his hair disordered and his chest that rose and fell regularly, with an expression of satisfaction but also of quiet sweetness.

"You know... I didn’t expect you to be like this."

Sunghoon turned to you, eyebrow slightly raised.

'So how?' he said with amused

You looked down while playing with his hands.

"So... real. You were the only one who didn’t treat me like I was made of glass. As if I was something to protect, to keep away from too strong emotions or too intense moments."

Sunghoon looked at you intensely, his dark eyes looking for yours.

"With you, I felt human. You looked at me as if I wasn’t afraid to break. As if... as if I was enough, just as I am."

Those words struck Sunghoon more deeply than he had expected. He approached you by running a hand through your hair and then gently stroking your cheek.

'Y/n, you’re anything but fragile. You’re strong, stubborn and... honestly, you drive me crazy. But that’s what I like about you."

Blush, but do not look away, captured by the sincerity in his voice.

'It’s not now that I like you. It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at you, thinking how different you are from anyone else. And... I’m glad you’re mine now. That we are... us.'

Those last words made your heart overflow and you came closer to him, clinging to his chest as you felt a heat enveloping you completely.

"I’m happy too, Hoonie. And... I promise I won’t stop driving you crazy." 'No doubt, Noona. But know that I will never back down. You are mine, and I’m not going to let you go.' he said with a smile.

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gh0stly-mp3 · 2 days ago

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hi!!! your works are so damn interesting and well written, you are great in this regard!! can i ask, if you don't mind, sae, rin, reo, ness and kaiser with a calm gentleman s/o (headcanons but a scenario is good too)??? because they DESERVE the sweetest person in their life. just an s/o who takes care of them, does all sorts of gallant things like opening doors, pulling out chairs, like "flowers on dates are THE must" and so on??? i hope everything is fine with you, stay like that!!! 🩷

Hiii! Thanks! Especially for saying that my works are well-written, I'm trying to improve my English writing skills and this cheers me up a lot! ♡ - I love this idea btw, gentleman reader is one of my fav tropes :))

Love like you -> bllk hcs

bllk boys x s/o gn!reader

synopsis: how some bllk boys react to you being a gentleman to them and treating them well

tags: blue lock headcanons, fluff, comfort, gentle reader, calm reader, slice of life, kinda established relationship

warnings: manga spoilers, mature language

characters: sae, rin, reo, ness and kaiser + bonus: kurona

a/n: i love doing requests hehe (they're open btw)

masterlist.

Sae Itoshi ~ ♡

Sae would try not to show how much he loves when you take care of him and treat him like he's your prince (beacause he really is). But damn! He adores it! His favorite thing is when you bring him breakfast in bed.

He's used to being treated very cordially, always having people open doors and do everything for him, which he doesn't care much about. But, when you do it (because you love him and not because he's famous), he has conflicting feelings.

At the same time that he loves to feel personally cared for by you, he tries not to show it and keeps up the pose of "you're doing this because I'm a celebrity, not because you love me," but - deep down - his heart is warmed.

Rin Itoshi ~ ♡

Rin thinks you're so perfect, but It would take a long time for him to respond to your affection, but eventually he begins to appreciate your gentle actions and, when he has the courage, approaches you to be by your side.

He gets a little shy when you open doors or pull out chairs for him, but try not to show you. He's too afraid to get close to you and feel safe around you, just so that in the end you abandon him.

The greatest act of chivalry with Rin is to show him your love without wanting anything in return and giving him space in moments of vulnerability. The only vulnerable situation he lets you get close to him is when he's sick, where he lets you hold him.

Reo Mikage ~ ♡

People tend to treat Reo very well when they discover how many things can he buy before even looking the price. So when you showed him gentleness and care, he quickly asked - "how the hell did you know?" - but to his surprised, you didn't know about anything.

He tried to buy you things, thanking your time and consideration for his well being. But then you continued, and worse... You rejected his attemps to pay for your things.

That was a huge surprise, and after this, Reo started to get more and more nervous when you bought flowers for him. You were not serving him, you were not there for a reward, you were not interested in status. Rather, you were loving him for what and who he was.

Michael Kaiser ~ ♡

It's difficult for a prodigy to love anyone, as everybody is, technically, bellow him. Kaiser treats you well, better than he treats everyone else. But you don't let his false ego brush off your determination. Perhaps, one would need more than gentleness to get into his heart, but you know that's too much work for what he really needs. Actually, you were already inside. You just needed to make him understand how much you loved him.

So, you bring him flowers and gifts; you watch, careful, when both of you cross the street; you even brush his hair when he doesn't feel like it. But, unlike all the others, you aren't interested in the champion. You don't bow and let the title he grasps so hardly dominate you.

And he observes in horror the blue color of the roses on the table. And he turns his blushed cheeks away when a car passes by and you put your hands on his chest. And he inches with the warm of your hands on his hair. And he lets you love him, but refuses to step out of his cave.

You know he will, eventually.

Alexis Ness ~ ♡

Ness was confused, surprised and even a bit annoyed with the first time you pulled a chair for him. He was careful not to fall on a prank but when he sit, you simply smiled. He was used to serve you, never him, it was always about you. And suddenly, someone got a glass of water for him. For him. He didn't ask. He didn't even hint on anything. You simply said how hot it was. He must have been thirsty.

Now he gets irritated everytime you make something for him. You were paying attention to his needs, to his attempts on hiding everything so he can make you happy. But sometimes, you catch a glimpse of him staring at you, smiling. (he lovess it, but don't tell him that)

+ bonus

Kurona ~ ♡

He always blush when you open doors or pull out chairs for him, and whenever you do it, he places a shy kiss on your cheek or forehead.

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shurisneakers · 2 days ago

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hey I wanna say I absolutely love your writing ,English is not my first language but your writing cracks me up every time I absolutely adore your work! I wanted to throw in an idea for misery loves company because I really like the grumpy×grumpy ,what about them being loners/grumpy in a wedding,maybe it's Steve's or someone else on the team and they share a quiet dance on the balcony or something so yeah that's my idea ,again love your works ♥️♥️♥️♥️

a/n: hello! thank you for your kindness and for sending this in, I hope you like it <3

this is part of misery loves company but is just a stand alone fic. you don’t need to read anything before this

warnings: swearing, light angst

You slip out before the first toast.

The balcony is quiet, the air sharp against your skin. Below, the city hums, distant and indifferent. The music is still loud behind you, but out here, it’s muffled, softened by the wind.

You don’t belong inside.

The thought comes unbidden, bitter in your mouth.

So the balcony is cold, the air sharp against your skin. The city sprawls below, distant and untouchable. The music inside is muffled now, voices blending together, champagne bubbling in glasses. It’s still too loud.

You lean against the railing, fingers gripping the cold marble. You tell yourself it doesn’t matter. That you don’t care.

You exhale, press your palms against the railing, giving yourself five seconds before you call an Uber to get home.

Behind you, the door creaks open.

"You gonna jump?"

You hear the shuffle of his shoes against the floor as he leans beside you.

You close your eyes. "Go back inside. Make someone else's night worse."

"Yours already looks terrible, I've got a headstart," Bucky says, stepping up beside you.

You don’t turn, but you can feel him watching you, his presence taking up too much space in a very spacious balcony.

"You left early," he grunts out.

"So did you," you mutter.

"Yeah," he says. "People started looking at me like they wanted to ask me to dance."

You scoff. "You just think everyone’s in love with you."

"You're not proving me wrong," he points out.

"You're the most insufferable man I know."

"Honoured."

You finally glance at him. His tie is loose and he looks like he wants to be anywhere but here.

"Why are you out here?"

Your grip tightens on the railing. "Why are you?"

You know he sees it.

"You gonna actually answer," he says coolly, "or are we going to keep doing this?"

You exhale sharply, looking ahead. "DJ’s shit."

"It’s a live band."

"Then they should’ve hired a DJ."

His mouth twitches, but his eyes don't move off you.

"Try again."

"No," you say flatly.

He tilts his head at you, expression unreadable.

It makes you feel like your skin is on fire. Weddings are hard. Weddings with him around are even harder, for reasons you can't put words to.

A beat passed and he finally pushes himself away from the railing.

You're about to make some biting comment, when instead--

"Dance with me."

You blink. "Are you concussed?"

"Not recently."

You scoff, crossing your arms. "If this is some kind of sympathy thing-"

"Jesus," he mutters. "Yeah, I wanna pity dance with you, that's exactly what's happening here."

"Then what?"

He shrugs, "You think you're the only one who's angry?"

Your jaw tightens, teeth harsh against each other.

"We don’t have to talk," he mutters, like he's tired. Like things are hard for him too. "Just dance with me."

You stare at him, skeptical. He stares back, unbothered.

Instead, you grab his hand, passive-aggressive, like the universe owes you something for putting him in your life.

"Step on my feet, I break your kneecaps."

"For the record, I was a good fuckin' dancer."

"There is not one person left alive that can corroborate that," you scoff.

It's a joke, but you're acutely aware that maybe it's exactly why this is hard for him.

He pulls you in, a little stiff, like neither of you actually know how to do this anymore.

The music filters in from inside, something soft, but the two of you aren’t moving right to it.

He sways, slow and easy, like it makes all the sense in the world.

It pisses you off that somewhere, it starts feeling that was for you too.

"You're terrible at this," you mutter.

"So are you," he grumbles.

You scoff. "You said you were good at dancing."

"Yeah, well," he exhales, "people say a lot of shit."

You roll your eyes, but you don’t let go.

Neither does he.

The wind picks up. His palm presses a little firmer against your back. You don’t know what to do with that.

"You think you’re mad now," he mutters, "just wait ‘til I do this."

You frown, "What are you plann-"

You barely have time to react before his lips brush against your forehead.

It’s quick, warm, and a little unpracticed, like he thought about it too hard but did it anyway.

Your fingers tighten against his shirt. Not because you want to hold on. But because you don’t know what else to do with your hands when something shifts in your chest.

"Jes—"

"Shut up," he says, and it's the closest you've heard him come to pleading. "Five more minutes."

The words sit between you, heavy and unspoken.

You don’t know if he’s talking about the dance or something bigger.

Five more minutes.

Like you’re not running out of time. Like something in the world could belong to you, even if just for a little while.

You close your eyes. Breathe him in.

And five minutes stretch on longer than they usually do.

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creole-cappy · 10 hours ago

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While much of this (particularly the parts about many men's unwillingness to mature and value women respectfully and compassionately) are true, as another voice in the world, I would like to add that there's obviously cultural/value differences at play in the shaping of these dynamics as well.

I agree that the male loneliness "epidemic" is almost entirely self-imposed, but let's not forget that the trends of women's reactions and responses to their treatment by men is just as direct or indirect as men's reactions and responses to their treatment by women, with the added influence of socialization, economic stability (because why wouldn't feelings of existential security affect social attitudes and personal priorities?) and any relevant kind of abuse or manipulation people face at large in both cases.

The patriarchal ideas of social norms affect everyone equally damagingly. It serves neither men nor women for people not to be able to trust and respect each other. Men are very obviously in a cultural/cross-cultural trial of sorts, THANKS TO the liberalization of social norms that countered the fascistic, patriarchal trend of women (and children) being the property of men. That is where the entitlement comes from. It's not the more liberal values that encourage entitlement, it's clinging to ideas of women as means to an end that supports their commodification in things like porn for instance. If anything, the divergence from men being "providers" is a humanization of their being and something which (rightfully imo) supports their emotional autonomy and maturity as humans with natural rights. It's not good to treat women OR men as simply means to an ends.

Never used dating apps much, never really cared to involve myself in "hook-up culture". It seems to be vapid and the driving force behind the situationship problem where people can't openly attach to one another while acknowledging they truly desire emotional intimacy. I won't speak much on it because that's just something I know little about. The comments about the "DL epidemic" also seem just like an opinionated distaste for non-hetero norms. If it's not your thing, why bother with it? (What's odd to me is I hear FAR more about women's non heteronormative trends in recent times, but again, never really substantiated with research or something to make it more than anecdotal claims)

Regardless of how anyone feels or thinks, if men and women can't find a way to manage maturity and respect, everyone's gonna feel the consequences. Men in particular have to really see this manosphere bs for what it is (narcissistic misogyny) and understand their mother is a very significant relative who is NOT a model for how all women should be seen or related to.

@ men, grow up, actually tap into those feelings you were trained to ignore, humble yourself, stop trying to be kings and superheroes and start being good friends and kind people.

The parental-relationship thing also goes for women and their fathers. Treating a man like a security measure is a sure way to embody the exact same kind of narcissism, entitlement, and lack of compassion that causes men to treat women like toys and breeding tubes. You're not obligated to respect somebodies choices without your own boundaries, but you are obligated to acknowledge their humanity and their struggle to make something out of their life. This is everybody's first time on earth. Neither women nor men can cherry pick what parts of the patriarchy are "good" for them and get away with it. It was explicitly made to destroy emotional maturity and trust, because that (compassion and trust) is not what superiority looks like. So if a man is a pathetic pos and a danger to others, other men should check him and keep that ego small. If a woman is entitled and emotionally abusive to the men in her life, I'd like to ask other women to find a way to help each other not ruin your own chances for healthy relationships and happiness. It takes two to tango. It takes a village to raise a child.

Since we have to deal with the influences from others, we may as well start adding some positive influences into the equation ourselves. If you aren't sure what that looks like, now's always a good time to learn. My recommendations to anyone who wants to make sure they have the healthiest relationships, romantic or not, are to learn about your attachment style, learn about your personal or cultural values and the dynamics that support them, to think about your childhood and figure out what you learned or internalized from it, and lastly, to really ask yourself if you want mutual respect or power over others. If the solution to you is wielding power against men/women, I hope you know why.

Tldr, a lot of men are fucked up and it's their fault they aren't getting better, but maturity takes learning and effort. Many women (probably less egregiously common than the men) are also immature af and the cause of their own problems if they refuse to learn & grow. Discriminate accordingly for your personal relationships. Don't look to people you don't like for connection, and don't act like being narcissistic is gonna make you happy.

P*rn, dating apps/hook up culture, and 50/50 normalization are the three main culprits as to why the men of this generation seem so different than men from previous ones, and why so many beautiful and accomplished women are unable to secure a relationship without settling. Men always had their issues collectively, but it was never to the degree that we see today, and it’s largely due to the normalization from an early age to those three things.

The brains of men these days have been wired in a completely overly s3xualized manner. They don’t view women as people but as objects of strict desire and nothing else. Consumption of p*rn has not only given them unrealistic expectations of intimacy, it has influenced their s3xual orientations (see DL epidemic), and their social behaviour. Nowadays many don’t find regular girls attractive, which is why they choose to engage in “taboo” activities to feel some arousal. This leads them to becoming socially inept and to falling easy prey to manosphere content that only reinforces the objectification and dehumanization of women.

Dating apps then come in as an easy way for these men get the illusion of options, because while they might be generally not attractive, in the apps they get instant access to women they otherwise would never have in real life. And because many women have become desperate, by entertaining these men and giving them easy access to their bodies, the men no longer feel like they have to improve and work on themselves to attract a quality partner. It also gives them the idea that women are disposable because at any point they can ghost them for no reason and then swipe right to get another one. It makes them devalue access to us.

This easy access is then transferred to their expectations of relationships. They abuse the concept of equality to manipulate women into financially abusive arrangements where she’s expected to provide fiscally while also performing her feminine duties and taking care of a grown, able-bodied man. Naturally this continues to reinforce men’s lack of respect and gratitude for women in their lives, while increasing their own sense of self-importance, narcissism, ineptitude, and ungratefulness.

Obviously women are not responsible for the actions of men, but we do have the power to not reinforce and condone their sick ways. By deleting dating apps, standing our ground when we oppose 50/50 dating, and choosing to remain abstinent until marriage, we are taking the power dynamics back to our advantage. No, you are not unreasonable for not wanting to be with a man who consumes p*rn, or who wants to be sexually fluid with other men, or who views red pill content that dehumanizes you, or seems unwilling to provide things for you and cherish you in his life. It’s on you to stand firm in your decision to only entertain the gentlemen whose mindsets haven’t been completely fried by modern societal trends.

The “male loneliness epidemic” that we hear so much about is entirely self inflicted (not that anyone cares when it’s women who are lonely), and it’s a direct response to women saying no more to men who exhibit the behaviours outlined above. Hold the line, because they either leave their toxic ways and get better, or they will doom themselves to a life of solitude. Either way, that is their responsibility to fix, not yours.

#humanity #gender discourse #like 90% of this comes from cultural aesthetics #@ men #my thoughts

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menagerofmischief · 1 day ago

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nsfw alphabet -> nr6

masterlist

nsfw alphabet (a-z) / 18+

nico rosberg x fem!reader

an: this one was a requested a while ago, I never pass up a chance to write for my favorite diva.

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Nico is someone who values intimacy a lot and he takes aftercare absolutely seriously, he's doing the full experience every time. Bringing you water, snacks, drawing you a bath or taking a shower together and ending up wrapped in blankets with your favorite show playing.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

His favorite body part of yours are absolutely your thighs, no matter the size he adores them. Will be touching, gripping or stroking at any opportunity, even during public dinners.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Like I said, he values intimacy a lot so he absolutely goes feral for coming in you. It's the best for him, no need to pull out and it makes him feel even closer to you so it's his go to. If you ask him to cum on any part of your body, boobs, face, ass, back, you name it he'll do it but if you leave it up to him, it's going inside.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He knows you'd never let him live it down so he doesn't mention it but he has a very secret very special sex playlist of Britney Spears songs which he'd love to play while fucking you.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He has enough experience to know what he's doing and is down for learning about every little thing that feels good for you. Hasn't been around plenty but he's a good learner.

F= Favorite position

He mostly prefers positions where he can look at your face because he loves the look on your face when you're close to orgasm. Also likes doggy in front of a mirror.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He can go either way depending on the mood. Sometimes it's all very lighthearted and you're both giggling other times it's full on deep in the moment and passionate.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

For himself, he keeps it neatly trimmed because he finds that's what works best for him - for you, he's fine with whatever you're the most comfortable with.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Most of the time he's really romantic and into it, gazing into your eyes and everything. But he can absolutely go filthy and rough if he's has a bad day or something (Lewis) annoyed him much.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Does it occasionally, especially if he's really pent up but doesn't like doing it alone. If he's away and you couldn't come he's video call you so you can both get off together.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

He likes mirror sex, and is a fan of foreplay. Otherwise he isn't really specific about his kinks and is open to trying pretty much anything at least once.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

He prefers the bedroom but as long as it's a closed space with walls and not too public, he's down to go.

M= Motivation (what gets them going)

He doesn't need a lot to be able to go really, and anything you do that's even remotely suggestive had him ready and needy.

N= No (something they won't do)

Anything that actually hurts you in a definite no. Some roughness is okay to a certain extent but when it feels more like pain and less like pleasure it's an absolute no go for him.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Lives for giving you head, and has worked hard to perfect his technique, finding all your sensitive spots and trying to see how fast he can make you fall apart. Really does it for his own enjoyment, seeing as he gets completely lost in it. Would be happy to drown in your pussy.

P= Pace (do they prefer it slow or fast)

Somewhere in the middle. He's not exactly going slow but neither is he going that fast. Will listen to what you tell him you want in the moment, increasing the rhythm of his thrusts as soon as you moan out a "Nico, please faster, baby please!"

Q= Quickie (do they prefer quickies or taking their time)

He prefers to take his time and make you fall apart multiple times, first on his fingers and tongue and then on his cock. But he can absolutely go for quickies as long as it's somewhere private.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He's down for experiment and trying new things with you. He's happy to try anything you bring up, and if you like it great, if you don't at least you tried.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go)

It depends on how exhausting the day was but he can usually go multiple rounds with little to no breaks in between.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

He's okay with toys, it wasn't something he thought about it at first but after you tried it once he discovered his love for them and all the ways he can use them on you.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Mostly he does it unintentionally at first, but once he notices there's a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips, will tease you for as long as possible.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He moans and grunts, sometimes if you're teasing him he'll whine. Overall he makes really pretty sounds. Also very good at dirty talk but his voice will sometimes crack as a moan slips past.

W= Wild card (random headcannon of any sort)

During the big Brocedes fall out era he has fucked you rough, purposefully trying to make you be loud, all against the wall separating his driver's room from Lewis's.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in those pants)

He's a bit above average for length and around average girth, also has a pretty pink tip, always sensitive and leaking.

Y= Yearning (sex drive)

He's not fully sex crazed but is quiet needy. Ideally 3-4 times a week.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Nico will wait for you to fall asleep first, holding you close, his hands stroking your skin, the movement slowing down and coming to a stop once he can no longer fight off sleep, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

#dia's abc's #f1 x reader #f1 x you #formula 1 x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 x you #formula one imagine #formula 1 #dia writes #nico rosberg smut #nico rosberg x reader #nico rosberg imagine #nico rosberg #nr6 x reader #nico rosberg x you #f1 smut

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fclsebnnyodair · 2 days ago

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. ۫ ꣑ৎ . loser stiles and his out-of-his-league pretty girlfriend.

pairing: stiles stilinski x fem!reader.

summary: when stiles finally asks you to be his girlfriend and you say yes, he can’t believe it —and he’s not the only one. you two come in very different fonts. but, you’re so quick to prove him and his self-deprecation that you like him, fully and shamelessly.

warnings: used of y/n… im sorry. a little fluff? reader being a menace and the end of stiles life (in a good way).

a/n: i tried my best to be funny and make it a little longer. a mother needs to feed her kids. based on this req <3

stiles stilinski had spent a solid seven-teen years being a complete and utter dork. a nerd. a disaster in human form. the kind of guy who could tell you, unprompted, that the fear of long words is called hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia but somehow still couldn’t spell “necessary” on the first try.

he was the guy who tripped over air, made obscure pop culture references no one asked for, and had a deeply unhealthy relationship with sarcasm.

so, naturally, when you—actual goddess, the prettiest face in beacon hills, social butterfly extraordinaire—agreed to date him, stiles was convinced he was being pranked.

“she said yes,” he had told scott the night it happened, voice shaking, hands gripping his best friend’s shoulders like he was trying to transfer the shock through sheer physical contact. “she said yes. to me. like, willingly. no coercion. no hostage situation. just… yes.”

scott, ever the supportive best friend, blinked at him. “huh.”

“what do you mean huh?”

“I just—” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking way too amused. “I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, but… dude, that’s y/n.”

exactly.

you weren’t just popular. you are the cool kind of popular. the kind that made people want to be around you instead of just tolerating your presence because of high school hierarchy rules.

you had this effortless confidence, this ability to make everyone feel like they belonged—even stiles, who had spent most of his life on the outskirts of social normalcy.

you are the type of person who could go from hanging out with the lacrosse team and his girlfriends to sitting with the theater kids in the same day, and everyone would be happy to have you there. people gravitated towards you.

meanwhile, stiles had spent most of freshman year trying to convince people that his name was, in fact, not short for “stilton” like the cheese.

It didn’t make sense. and yet, somehow, here they were.

dating you was like winning the lottery, except instead of money, stiles got the incomprehensible love and affection of a literal angel.

which was great.

except for the fact that he had no idea how to be cool enough to keep up with you.

“you’re overthinking it,” you told him one day as you sat in your car, legs propped up on the dashboard.

“I always overthink it,” stiles replied. “It’s literally my defining trait.”

you laughed, and god, that laugh. It was the kind of sound that made people pause, made them turn their heads just to see what could possibly be so funny.

“okay, fine,” you said. “then tell me. what’s running through that giant brain of yours right now?”

stiles exhaled dramatically. “alright, let’s start with the obvious. I am a disaster. you are not a disaster. explain.”

you tilted your head, amused. “you really don’t see it, do you?”

“see what?”

you smirked, leaning in a little closer. “you’re kind of amazing, stiles.”

he blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“you make me laugh,” you continued, like you hadn’t just dropped a bomb on his entire worldview. “like, really laugh. you make things interesting. and you care so much about the people around you. I like that.”

stiles stared at you, brain officially malfunctioning. “uh. are you… are you sure you’re not under some kind of supernatural influence?”

you rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully. “just shut up?”

and just like that, he realized something insane. you actually liked him.

not just in a “haha, he’s fun to have around” way. not in a “pity date” way. not even in a “this is a temporary thing before I move on to someone more worthy” way.

you liked him. dorkiness, sarcasm, ADHD-riddled brain and all.

maybe he wasn’t as out of your league as he thought.

still, he spent the next few weeks in a state of perpetual disbelief.

he kept waiting for the moment where you would realize you had made a grave mistake and move on to someone who, well… had the ability to walk in a straight line without tripping over absolutely nothing.

but you didn’t.

In fact, you made it very clear that you were, for some ungodly reason, into him.

like, full-on, public displays of affection into him.

which was insane.

because now, not only did stiles have to deal with his own confusion, but also the confusion of literally everyone else at beacon hills high.

It started with a completely normal lunch. stiles, scott, lydia, and you were all sitting together, as usual, while he rattled off some extremely important information about why the original ‘star wars’ trilogy was superior to the prequels.

“you just have to accept that Jar Jar Binks was a crime against cinema,” stiles was saying, mid-rant, when he felt a hand casually slip into his.

he froze.

the table went silent.

you, completely unbothered, just kept eating your fries, fingers lazily intertwined with his.

scott immediately stopped chewing. lydia raised an eyebrow. somewhere behind them, he was pretty sure he heard jackson choke on his drink.

stiles, being the mature and composed individual that he was, blurted out, “are you—did you—was that on purpose?”

you gave him a deadpan look. “no, stiles, my hand just accidentally fell into yours.”

scott made a choked sound that was very unhelpful.

“I just—” stiles floundered. “you’re—you want to hold my hand? In front of people?”

you smirked. “what, do you want me to sign a permission slip first?”

lydia rolled her eyes. “stiles, stop acting like you just won the lottery.”

“but I did,” he said, eyes still wide. “this is like if someone found bigfoot, but instead of running away, bigfoot started dating them.”

you snorted and leaned closer, whispering, “you’re an idiot.”

and then—just to completely obliterate stiles’s ability to function—you kissed his cheek.

the cafeteria erupted.

all right, maybe “erupted” was an exaggeration. but scott definitely lost all ability to contain himself, because he burst into uncontrollable laughter, clapping stiles on the back so hard he nearly faceplanted into his lunch tray.

jackson muttered something about how the world was officially broken.

and lydia? lydia just sipped her drink and said, “honestly, this might be the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

stiles, meanwhile, was still sitting there, trying to process the fact that you had just kissed him in front of the entire student body.

“okay,” he breathed. “alright. cool. totally fine.”

you squeezed his hand. “you’re so lucky I can keep up with you.”

“I strongly agree.”

scott shook his head, grinning. “dude. just take the win.”

yeah.

maybe he should.

now stiles had zero business being on the lacrosse team. he was only there because coach finstock occasionally needed a warm body to throw onto the field, and also because scott insisted that he “needed to be included in the team dynamic.”

that was stupid, because stiles was about as useful on the field as a drunk giraffe.

still, here he was, suited up, trying his best to not die.

you were sitting in the stands, chatting with some of the other girls on the cheer squad, but every so often, he caught you watching him.

why on earth would you be looking at him when there were actual athletes running around?

at some point, coach finstock (in a moment of pure insanity) decided to sub stiles in.

naturally, it went horribly.

he got knocked over in under a minute.

hard.

like, wind knocked out of him, stars in his vision hard.

by the time he sat up, still gasping for breath, he vaguely registered that someone was calling his name.

then, suddenly, you were there, pushing past some of the other students on the sidelines, crouching next to him.

“oh my god, are you okay?” you asked, eyes scanning him for any visible injuries.

“you,” stiles wheezed. “just—taking a quick—dirt nap.”

you sighed, shaking your head. “you really shouldn’t be allowed to play this sport.”

“tell that to coach crazy over there,” he muttered.

you rolled your eyes, then—without warning—cupped his face and kissed him.

right there.

on the field.

In front of everyone.

stiles was pretty sure his soul left his body.

by the time you pulled away, he was definitely malfunctioning.

“god,” he managed.

you smirked, brushing some dirt off his jersey. “maybe if I keep doing that, you’ll actually start scoring points.”

scott, who had jogged over at some point, burst out laughing, —again.

“please don’t encourage him,” he told you.

you just shrugged, standing up. “what can I say? I like an underdog.”

stiles, still staring into the middle distance, finally processed what had just happened.

then, very calmly, he said:

“I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m definitely not complaining.”

stiles finally gets it. he gets you.

It took three months of dating before stiles finally stopped expecting you to give up on him.

because the truth was, you could.

but for some ridiculous, unexplainable reason—

you didn’t want to.

and maybe, just maybe, that was the best part of all.

stiles stilinski had exactly one defense mechanism when faced with overwhelming emotional stimuli:

panic.

pure, unfiltered, high-octane panic.

and you?

you loved it.

you lived for it.

In fact, stiles was about 80% sure that her actual favorite hobby—above reading, music, and being generally awesome—was finding new and creative ways to make him short-circuit.

your weapon of choice?

kissing him.

at random.

without warning.

In the most inconvenient and socially inappropriate moments possible.

stiles was already having a rough day.

coach had made him run extra laps for “being a distraction” (which was not fair, because technically speaking, it was danny who had laughed first).

so there he was, post-practice, dripping in sweat, hair a mess, brain still recovering from almost getting hit in the face with a lacrosse ball, when you materialized out of nowhere.

“hey, loser,” you greeted, leaning against the locker next to his.

stiles jumped about a foot in the air. “jesus—you can’t just sneak up on a guy like that!”

you, completely ignoring him, hummed thoughtfully. “you look cute when you’re sweaty.”

stiles immediately turned red. “I—what—who?”

and before his brain could fully reboot, you leaned in and kissed him.

right there.

In the locker room.

With scott and half the team still standing right there.

stiles froze.

his brain immediately short-circuited.

somewhere in the background, he could hear the distinct sounds of his teammates reacting.

jackson made a disgusted noise.

“seriously? right here?”

danny, ever the neutral observer, just snorted. “I mean, props to her, I do love watching stilinski suffer.”

scott, instead of helping, just shook his head fondly. “dude. just accept it.”

you, for your part, just smirked against stiles’s lips, completely unbothered, and pulled away with a satisfied little hum.

stiles, meanwhile, was still frozen in place.

mouth slightly open.

face burning red.

brain? completely fried.

“did I break you?” you teased, poking his cheek.

stiles let out a strangled sound.

jackson groaned. “oh god, get a room.”

you turned to him, smirking. “jealous?”

jackson scoffed. “not even remotely.”

you shrugged, looping your arm through stiles’s. “good. because I’m not sharing.”

and then you walked off, dragging stiles with you—leaving the entire locker room howling in laughter.

stiles had one sacred rule in life:

the library is a safe space.

the library was for quiet and learning and pretending to do your homework while actually texting scott about supernatural nonsense.

the library was not for being publicly humiliated by your ridiculously hot girlfriend.

unfortunately, you did not respect the sanctity of anything.

stiles was sitting at his usual spot—textbook open, pen in hand, pretending to study—when you slid into the chair next to him.

“hey,” you greeted, voice suspiciously sweet.

stiles narrowed his eyes. “you’re up to something.”

you smiled, all innocent. “me? never.”

he squinted harder. “what do you want?”

you tilted your head. “can’t I just want to spend time with my adorable boyfriend?”

stiles immediately turned red. “I—you—stop that.”

“stop what?”

“being cute,” he hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.

you grinned. “make me.”

before stiles could formulate a response, you very casually leaned forward and kissed him.

and not just a quick kiss.

oh, no.

this was a calculated attack.

a slow, lingering kiss, tongue and all—just long enough to completely fry his brain, but not long enough for him to actually do anything about it.

by the time you pulled away, stiles was bright red, gripping the edge of the table like his life depended on it.

“why?” he gasped out.

you shrugged. “felt like it.”

stiles gaped. “we are in library.”

you smiled sweetly. “uh-huh.”

“In a library.”

“yup.”

“where people can see us.”

she leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “I know.”

stiles let out an undignified squeak.

and that was the exact moment lydia martin—who had apparently been sitting three tables away—very loudly shut her book and said, “I’m going home. this is disgusting.”

you just laughed.

stiles, meanwhile, buried his face in his hands.

—

now, there were rules when it came to dating in front of parents.

rule #1: no PDA.

rule #2: seriously, no PDA.

rule #3: do not test sheriff stilinski’s patience.

you had no regard for any of these rules.

stiles had just walked you to the door, ready to say a very normal, appropriate, and respectful goodbye, when you suddenly grabbed his hoodie, pulled him way too close, and kissed him stupid.

right there.

In his driveway.

where his father could definitely see.

and as if that wasn’t bad enough—

the front door creaked open.

sheriff stilinski cleared his throat.

you pulled away completely unbothered, turned to the sheriff, and grinned.

“good afternoon, mr. stilinski.”

stiles, meanwhile, had stopped breathing.

the sheriff raised an eyebrow. “you trying to kill my son?”

you smirked. “not today.”

and then she smiled—like a menace—patted stiles on the chest, and walked off, leaving him to deal with the aftermath.

the sheriff stared at him.

stiles stared back.

after a long, painful silence, his dad just shook his head and muttered, “unbelievable.”

then, he walked inside—chuckling to himself.

stiles, still standing frozen on the porch, groaned.

you were going to be the death of him.

and, honestly?

he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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therayofsonshine · 2 days ago

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was in a&e, so no better time to do this than now! (edit: missed the entirety of this as i was logged out. FUCK. so… um here is day 17 to 24. the very late version.)

day 17: my camera roll in my dr is.. honestly a vibe. but i have the weirdest shit going on over there. it’s tame to begin with: photos of england n my family. n then it just goes to shit: pics of our empty house with boxes everywhere and carnage from moving in and getting accustomed to a new environment. and tbh i can’t be arsed to delete anything 😭 so i’ve just left it and pray i can find the photos i need in time.

i wish i had a way to organise all of my camera roll into eras of my life and categories regarding photos. but.. that’s definitely something to add to my script.

day 18: i’ve scripted in a spontaneous drinking night for the reality show. i’m somewhat subscribed to the whole “drunk words are sober thoughts” thing so it would be really interesting to see what people think of certain topics/people on the show after a few games haha. this hasn’t happened yet but i’m really looking forward to how that one pans out!

day 19: i have a few hobbies in my dr! some are a work in progress whilst others i am confident + comfortable getting on with. they include and are not limited to: thrifting (my original occupation in this dr was a fashion student, but i changed my mind as it just happens randomly and i fear i would lose all love for it if forced to create), music (ironic as my boyfriend is literally an idol), crochet/knitting, and drawing.

i enjoy making things and making myself and others feel good whilst doing them. i have knitted my family/friends quite a lot of clothing (i am LITERALLY keeping the bills paid and lights on and providing clothes on the back’s of my family like damn!). if i’m not working i’m doing one of these things. n enjoying every bit of it.

day 20: i’ve recently discovered - in fact - my main love language is NOT words of affirmation (tho it is still one of them), but quality time (which actually makes more sense to me). so any date that revolves around me spending time with another person is quite literally the most romantic thing ever. FUCK romance!!!!!

for example, recently in my CR two of my friends watched the entirety of the hobbit trilogy with me in one sitting, into the early hours of the morning. and i am STILL telling people about it because it meant the world to me. those films are long too! so! yea, something like that.

day 21: WORKING. i work too much in my cr n now i have to do it in my dr as well????? damn it’s almost like i signed up for this! but i guess that’s one of the downsides of having a family business: i actually have to help out and do the work. yikes. no i’m kidding (kinda), but working in a café is not for the weak.

also, not really a downside - as again, signed up for it - but watching people want and like yunho before i go out with him. (context: this is a dating reality show dr, so people are going to fancy him alongside me. but can i blame them?). it doesn’t make me uncomfortable or awkward tbh, just a little like… oh! oh 😔.. oh 😏😏😏. you get me.

day 22: i scripted i can cook. (….yea.) i just cannot. i can make beans on toast but that’s as chef-like i get in the kitchen, unfortunately. and obviously having to work in a baking environment + serving customers food that may potentially poison them if it doesn’t agree with them, i need to know how to cook.

that’s as good as it gets i’m afraid!

day 23: MY FAMILY ARE SUCH LOSERS LMFAO. we do those matching pyjamas on Christmas Eve. we also make gingerbread houses! which is very fun!!!!

day 24: the vibes of this dr!!! it’s technically a dr for me to be on a reality dating show so a lot of it revolves around being in love (am not complaining yo…)

day 25 (FINALLY): i spend xmas with my family. my family always book the week off and we close the café for christmas because let’s be frank who tf is coming into our shop on christmas day????? nobody yo. we’re not even in korea anyways so the shop just sits dead - and collects dust - during that time of the month. it’s a fun game to place bets on the state of the building after we return - tho we do try to leave it spotless when we leave.

xmas is always chaotic with my family it’s so funny. someone always ends up drunk and singing - eventually roping the rest of the family into it (or most LMFAO).

𝟐𝟓 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒. ❆ ⋆⁺₊❅ .

a series of questions for the days leading up to christmas for shifters!! Some of these questions are Christmas specific and others aren’t, feel free to answer what you want and how you want, ex. moodboards, short answers, longs answers. And if you’d like, you can reblog so it reaches more shifters. Merry Christmas and Happy Shifting :) post tags are #shiftmas #shiftmas2024 tagged: @arishifter

⌗ 𝟏. christmas caroling ; What are a few songs that remind you of your dr? Why?

⌗ 𝟐. gingerbread houses ; What does your house look like in your dr? Who do you live with? What is your favorite aspect of your house?

⌗ 𝟑. eggnog ; What is some drama going on in your dr?

⌗ 𝟒. sledding ; What does a hang out with you friend group look like? Where do you go? Who is your friend group?

⌗ 𝟓. snowman ; What is your OOTD? (outfit of the day)

⌗ 𝟔. stockings ; What is your family like? What are your relationships with different members? Any extended family? Who is visiting for Christmas?

⌗ 𝟕. candy canes ; What gives you dr euphoria? (like gender euphoria but for your dr…)

⌗ 𝟖. mistletoe ; Who is your s/o? What is your dynamic and how do you spend time together? Are you two doing something special for the holiday?

⌗ 𝟗. snowflakes ; What are some headcannons you have about people in your dr?

⌗ 𝟏𝟎. icicles ; What is your occupation in your dr? Your coworkers? (Or if student, your classmates?) What is your favorite and least favorite aspect of your occupation?

⌗ 𝟏𝟏. tree skirt ; How did you find out about shifting? What was your first dr and what is your main dr now?

⌗ 𝟏𝟐. ornaments ; What are some objects you have in your dr that you don’t in your cr? Why do you have them in your dr?

⌗ 𝟏𝟑. sleigh bells ; Are there any priveleges you have in your dr that you don’t in your cr? What are they?

⌗ 𝟏𝟒. cookie cutters ; What are some smells that remind you of your dr? Why?

⌗ 𝟏𝟓. elf on the shelf ; who is your main wingman/women/person? What is your dynamic? What do you guys do when you hang out?

⌗ 𝟏𝟔. wrapping paper ; What is your favorite way to script? Why is it your favorite way?

⌗ 𝟏𝟕. gift tags ; What is your camera roll like in your dr? (photos or just describe it)

⌗ 𝟏𝟖. snowballs ; What is a silly scenario you are looking forward to in your dr?

⌗ 𝟏𝟗. mittens ; What are your hobbies in your dr? How do you usually spend your down time?

⌗ 𝟐𝟎. ice skates ; What is your ideal date in your dr? (friends or s/o)

⌗ 𝟐𝟏. coal ; What is something unpleasant you have/have to experience in your dr? Why are you not looking forward to it?

⌗ 𝟐𝟐. tinsel ; What is something fun or random you have scripted? (ex. Thundersnow is more common, you have a ring that allows you to read minds, you have good luck with thrifting, you’re good at gambling.)

⌗ 𝟐𝟑. fir tree ; What are some traditions you have in your dr but not your cr? Why?

⌗ 𝟐𝟒. hot cocoa ; put together a moodboard of your dr or you in your dr

⌗ 𝟐𝟓. christmas ; How are you spending your christmas? Who with? What might be some gifts you are giving and to who?

divider credits.

#sonshineshares #bro this is like a whole month late #i’ve just been busy w work (yup..) and i flip back n forth between this acc n my regular one so #forgot it existed for a while im sorry #love you.. haha…#shiftblr #kpop shifting #reality shifting #shifters #shifting #shifting motivation #shift

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mysticdreamdrafts · 2 days ago

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Solas x Lavellan | Fluffy (PRE-TRAUMA) Headcanons

I heard there were some Egg-Head lovin bitches ‘round her.

It is me. I’m bitches.

Here’s some random Solas headcanons because I want to. Chances are some will disagree but I don’t care.

These are set around the DA:I era, not DA:V. I’ll get to that later.

As a disclaimer tho: Yes, I have a Lavellan Inquisitor named Winter, but this headcanon list ain’t about her. Just a general romance Reader Insert because I care about your feelings more than mine lol I might be brave and post stuff about Winter later who knows

✨ Enjoy, my fellow Hard Boiled Egg lovers ✨

-He’s the type to always be looking at you. Eye’s latched on to wherever you are -Now when I say this I don’t mean in a creepy way, relax -I mean this in a fascination way. In an adoration way. In a “that’s the center of my universe" way -Because you are. -Vivienne said the same thing, ya know? The way the both of you have eyes that linger over one another? -Quite frankly everyone saw the change in his demeanor as time went on, but no one saw the change more than you -No one saw the sweet fingertips that caressed against your jaw in the dead of night hiding away in the rotunda -No one saw the times on missions, wandering the Frostback Basin with pinkies linked in such a subtle but intimate way -He is obsessed with your hair -NO, not because he doesn’t have any lmfao -Because it’s soft and smells heavenly -Because it reminds him of peace as he absentmindedly braids it, caresses it, runs his slim fingers through the strands -He’s actually very good. Which can’t be a surprise I mean be fuckin fr right now -Sometimes when he styles it you leave it as it is, and you best believe you get a bunch of compliments -Most of which are from Dorian -Solas loves to surprise you -Stolen kisses out of no where when you’re in the middle of instruction -Can’t he SEE YOU ARE TRYING TO FOCUS? -He finds himself with that devious smirk on his lips when he thinks about all the ways to fluster you -No one will notice he seems to have plans, of course. Perhaps Bull. -He sticks a single flower behind your ear each time you are on the field -Don’t worry, he brought a flower in preparation when knowing you were going to the damn Western Approach -None of them amount to how beautiful you are -He plays the mandolin for you in the nights you can’t sleep -When the demons are too much and the terror jolts you awake, he is already there -More often than not, he stays so he can be sure you’re rested -He takes this time to see your mark. Always tracing it, always healing so that it brings you less discomfort -Plays in the snow with you when in Haven -If you ask to keep the lil Nug that followed you around Emerald Graves, he’ll be happy to support -Even if he hesitates because he knows it will take his place a bit . Taking some of your attention and being the thing you cuddle with at night -The cute grin you gave is too much to ignore though - his heart is soft with you -His heart belongs to you

#reader insert #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age inquistor #solas x inquisitor #solas x reader #solas dragon age #solavellan #solas headcanons

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mysteryanimator · 2 days ago

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Breaking down "Even the Iron Still Fears the Rot" (almost) shot by shot!

The fan-animatic can be viewed here!

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HEADS UP: This is a fan-made content. I am a fan. I just love Castlevania/animation a lot and I love storyboarding nuances and making people cry over character dynamics. Also apologises for any grammatical/spelling mistakes!

I wasn't planning to do another breakdown of my own work, simply due to imposter syndrome but I genuinely put so much love and care into this animatic! I want to talk about it! Also, people have been really open to hearing about my inspiration and notes, and why I take the directions I do for my work, even if it's fan-made, so here we go!

(Also the reciprocation of my animatics has been so kind and uplifting, and I'm really glad that there's a lot of love for them as much as I love doing them! I learn and grow with every single board I make, it's been really fun! I hope I get to shine this much passion in the future in actual work!)

Since this is also an adaptation of a fan one-shot by Aquila, (which you can read here!) I knew I wanted to evoke what they had written and interject some of my own nuances/personal readings to their story to elevate what they had! In turn, kind of created this monster (positive) of a fan creation haha. There are some changes/rearranging the placement of aspects of the one-shot to strengthen the existing tension going on!

With this out the way, let's begin!

(heads up, for any shots I completely skip over, it is because I'm reaching image limits here)

I wanted to evoke that strong halo light you see in a lot of media. Often than not, this visual is used to depict the character as a divine force of nature and/or when a character is bobbing in and out of death. It can also be a very very terrifying image, as, for example, s02e8, Mizrak is literally all dark with a brightly lit background. It is scary- BUT people will say hot because it's Mizrak but hey, look, all I can say is I fully understand haha. It all depends on your intentionality and what follows before and after to give context to your scene!

Mizrak is dead. Well, undead now. Olrox is the so-called angel giving him life and love and this halo of light gets repeated a few times!

By the end, not only do their literal positions switch, but their roles shift too so I hoped to convey that visually by also giving Mizrak that halo glow for the second last shot. At the start, Olrox consumes Mizrak’s love, and then it ends with Mizrak consuming Olrox’s love. Guh I love blood themes in vamprisim.

This shot honestly took me a bit to do, since I was going a lot cleaner than usual, the expression for Mizrak was super important for me to get right. I wanted him to look like he was about to die- yet still have an unwavering amount of life in him. (Also I hadn't warmed up drawing in this cleaned-up style so it definitely was me messing around). It was important for me for this to feel like a POV shot to contrast the first scene so we can get inside the mind of Olrox!

This too is where I only have sound effects since I can't have voice so I limit my SFX to the only most vital things to elevate things I personally find better elevate the scene with audio. It only happens TWICE. The heartbeat. His wrist is shown and from context clues from not only S01 of Nocturne with Tera's turning, but a whole bunch of other vampire media- the wrist is a place where the dead accept their new life of immortality!

Also, the pulse effect was definitely inspired by the transformation of Sekmet! I'm not sure personally if this went to a further stage I'd want to keep this since I'd personally want something more unique for vampire turning, more specifically for Olrox, HOWEVER, I think it still does a good job conveying the supernatural pull for the time being!

Wow who saw this coming HAHA

Immediately when I saw the line where Olrox said he went to straddle him immediately, my mind went to go and try to parallel this scene again! I don't have much to say about this shot rather than the feet are purposefully cut out for animation convenience's sake HAHA.

Jumpscare for sudden Olrox character layout (even though he's really off model and sketchy here HAHA)

I was again, wanting to depict Olrox BATHED in light and since this animatic is purely in greyscale (with accents of colour), I could really push for dramatic lighting when it called for it! This is also why some of the scenes just do not have backgrounds at all. I wanted to make some of the scenes as "heavenly" as possible and for Mizrak to be embraced by the light because Olrox is giving him a new a life.

If this were to ever be animated (I won't be since it would take too much of my time, but it's still a good thing to note when boarding anything... maybe I'll do cleaned screenshots since those are a breeze, or animate ONE scene from this animatic... we'll see what I have time for. I unfortunately don't have proper time to try and figure out the layout of s02e8 bgs and paint them. I did consider quickly doing a 3d mock-up but no haha), the light in the background can probably be lit with candles since it was already pre-established in s02e8! Also, the windows can reflect light into the room so there's that too since Mizrak was backlit in that episode too!

Fun fact, this entire scene was the first thing I ever thought up and why I started even making it. I thought about how cool of a visual it would be to have Mizrak's eye in the reflection.

I wanted to imbue the fact that Mizrak does not fear Olrox holding a blade, hell, he's not even looking at the blade. He's looking at Olrox. What is described as a relic from a terrifying past, Mizrak is not scared. Mizrak is not scared of Olrox.

This is where the heartbeat occurs AGAIN. This is mostly to signal to the audience what Olrox actually has planned. He's not feeding Mizrak from his wrist but from his actual chest, especially with how gently Olrox runs his hands over it.

I debated a lot on where the initial cut should go. The heart, for sentimentality, under the breast in the same way Christ had been pierced, etc etc- however I landed on just dead set in the middle so it could form a cross that would grow bigger and bigger as the animatic went on. (Fun fact, the blob of blood turns into a little heart as he squeezes his chest)

I wanted to put some weight to the repressed catholic guilt, so I thought a cool visual way to showcase that Mizrak has only known how to love is via worshipping God which has consumed his entire being and self. God has given him faith, a companion in the hardest of times when the world has abandoned him.

Now, once again, his world has abandoned him. The Hospitaller Order of Saint John of God is gone. In the face of death and fearing the devil will be waiting. Olrox has given him love, and he will be a companion in the hardest of times. He will not abandon Mizrak.

This aspect of the cross in the animatic gets expanded upon as time goes on. Both literally as the cross literally turns into a pool of blood more closely to the symbol Mizrak bares, but also it slowly expands upon Mizrak feeding off Olrox's love! I'll add some more of my personal notes when we get there!

Also by far one of my favourite scenes I've drawn. It's still rough but it decidedly made me go a lot cleaner with the rest of the storyboard!

This is supposed to be suddenly jarring because it cuts midway through Olrox in a midshot to a close-up of a hand! We need to see him actively halt Olrox for just a moment, but also to show that even when it's sudden- its not hostile, it's gentle.

This shot does a couple of things!

It showcases how gently Mizrak is reaching out to Olrox

It helps to continually establish Mizrak submission to vampirism. He is constantly placed on the bottom from the composition, or we as an audience, are always looking down at Mizrak! Seeing parts of Olrox here really cements this fact as Olrox towers over him to the point we don't even see him fully!

It helps to lead into the Fallen Angel reference!

This shot makes me sob because it is so gentle. Despite being placed constantly much higher in the composition in the animatic, therefore making him the most powerful in this dynamic- in no way Olrox is intentionally made out to be an intimidating figure. He is comfort. He is a companion. He will not abandon Mizrak. The act of turning Mizrak might be read as selfish. It may be read as cheating the natural cycle of life, it may be everything wrong and doomed as your mind makes it to be, however, it is done out of love. Morals, whether good or bad, no longer matters because Olrox is in love. Love has such a strong chokehold on this series, so I'm shoving as much love into these characters as I can. Both literally make these characters so sickly desiring love that it will be their doom and saving grace, but also me as an artist deeply putting love and thought into this board because care a lot about how to convey these complex emotions! Sure it is quite easy to churn out boards without care, but without putting care into your boards, your characters and stories lack life (in my personal opinion).

Immediately, this animatic shook me and told me to put in a reference to The Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabnel!

Also, how does one portray the soul? EYES. Eyes are the window to the soul. Mizrak’s eyes are also considerably the most important/crucial part of his design. His eyes in both seasons ‘glow in the dark’ due to the highlights in his eyes. Mizrak is considerably really emotive too and that was important to me to emphasize. I wanted to capture his essence, his soul if you will, into this shot.

This is also why this shot is done really prettily if you will.

The reflection of Olrox's eye in Mizrak's is important here! Olrox is here to act to comfort Mizrak. Even when Olrox is not on the screen with us, he is majorly present here. He will not abandon Mizrak. Also, since it is coupled with this line, people can choose to infer what they wish with Olrox! It can symbolize Olrox does have a soul, it can symbolize how Olrox and Mizrak are now intertwined together, it can symbolize Mizrak reciprocating Olrox's love. The list can go on! I give that room for open interpretation (same as the rest of the animatic, the only reason I'm going through, breaking down almost shot by shot is that I deeply care about this sort of thing, and I know other people do too!)

This shot, is deceptively simple but it's here to actually initiate a bunch of scenes I wanted to happen after this!

Firstly, I needed a very nonchalant but easy way for Olrox to let go of Mizrak's hand without needing to overcomplicate. I needed something that gave it just enough importance for the hand kiss BUT not too much where it is the sole focus on the shot.

Secondly, I needed a way for Olrox to lean down to Mizrak and initiate him being way closer to him.

Thirdly, it acts to parallel another shot that happens with Mizrak where instead of going diagonally down, he goes diagonally up!

This is one of the points where I visually slightly deviate from the one-shot! I really REALLY wanted to emphasize Olrox's dialogue here so I chopped up and elongated the scene to make it that much more intense and tender. Which is why we get the next two close up shots!

Look it was very VERY important to me to have Olrox cup Mizrak's face and intentionally cut off his eyes. The important part I wanted to focus on solely was his hand and Mizrak looking up because genuinely, Mizrak's eyes are 'distracting' and it would remove the focus on the gesture! Also I am saving Mizrak's eyes for the next shot haha

After this shot too, you may notice the blood from his neck disappears for the rest of the animatic. This is because, after this, it began to take too much of a visual focus away from the blood on Olrox's chest since it is bright red against greys in the shot. We can chalk it up to Olrox wiping the blood off when he goes to cup him.

"The most beautiful soul a vampire can posses."

It was so important to me that we get a BEAUTIFUL shot of Mizrak. I needed the audience to see his entireeee face close up, unobscured by anything. Olrox is holding a beautiful soul in his hands. He's holding Mizrak. Actually makes me sob.

This shot by the way has been repeated 3 times with slight variations by this point. Yes, this is a very pretty shot so how could I not help but repeat it? HOWEVER, I was trying to make a reference to how Mizrak has said Olrox's name only 3 times in the show with a variation of what was said around it. After that, Olrox calls him my love, basically unlocking a new stage in their relationship.

So here, three times when he looks at Olrox, he's mentally calling out his name. After this, Olrox brings him to a new stage in the relationship.

Also in Catholicism, a lot of things are in 3s. One of the major ones is that three times, Christ fell over carrying the cross. On the third hour of that day, he died and on the third day, he was resurrected from the dead. The three sacraments that welcome someone into the Kingdom of God are Baptism, Communion, and Confirmation as they all build off one another! I could go on both those are the main points AND I feel you might get the gist now!

It was very important to me that when Olrox makes this promise, we HAVE to see his full face. This is why it's a close-up.

It lets for no shadow of a doubt that Olrox means what he says here. He's looking AT Mizrak. He's telling the truth to him.

This is a parallel to a much earlier shot of Olrox! He moves closer to Mizrak by going from top right to bottom left, while Mizrak moves closer to Olrox by going from bottom left to top right! You also both see them exit the screen too!

In this shot, we bring back that halo vibe but also this is a reference to S01E04 and S02E08! The curtain! It is BOTH their first-ever shots to establish a new scene, so I wanted to go “Hey this is establishing a new scene- a new life for Mizrak and Olrox.”

The camera is super purposefully cut just below the eyes. You can see them open then closed, but we will never ever get to see the look he had in his eyes, the single decision in his brain that let him indulge. That’s only for Olrox, and only Olrox will know.

From here on out, A LOT of the shots of Mizrak get segmented/have his face hidden for that reason too (except for one shot, also done intentionally).

When Mizrak actually closes his lips around the blood- it’s on the growling sound in the song. Mizrak has turned into the animal that he’s been calling vampires. In this new life, he is now given the choice to be freed from the man-made shackles of shame and guilt. To be untamed and unrestricted. A wild animal so to speak!

Honestly, I spent a lot of my time here (besides the pretty Olrox frames) because I was super particular about how I wanted to portray Mizrak giving into sucking the blood. The way he accepts vampirism is vital because it sets the tone and mood for how the rest of the board feel since his face gets hidden and you now have to infer from when you saw his face last.

If you have seen my analyses or my work before, you will know how much I enjoy having a frame within a frame. I loveeee my boxes! They're in the box! TOGETHER! THE CENTER TOO! There are no real divisions with the exception of Olrox's head which is important because it's not Mizrak we're focused on at this point in time, it's Olrox~

This is because the one-shot, even in third person, is mostly through Olrox's perspective!

Also, the camera is moving around in this shot, and the following subsequent shots! It hopefully gives off the "hand-held" feel, which often is associated with feeling as if you're right there in the moment with them.

Why pillows?

This is me shaking you to say how the blood-drinking is an allusion for sex if that wasn't already obvious enough. So showing pillows coupled with Olrox groaning really goes "Yes they are technically doing it."

Originally this shot (and the previous shot) was supposed to be way more pulled out, but I was saving it for the very last shot of the animatic so I went to pillows with the tinest hint of their body in the frame to make it seem super scandalous. Like what on earth could they be doing for me to cut them mostly out of the frame? Also also, the pillow was supposed to have an embroidery of a painting from 1790s or earlier BUT, for the life of me, I could not decide what I wanted and I did not want to keep reusing the same references I have had in past work. I didn't want to fuss about it for too long since its more of an easter egg rather than adding to the story. The main point is pillow = fucking HAHA.

Side tangent, you can get away with SO MUCH by having blood drinking be an allusion to sex. Like obviously when you have an age rating you must abide by, you must be creative with how you go about mature topics (my age rating is YouTube hahaha)! Not only is blood drinking in vampirism just inherently queer-coded, but the intimacy of it can convey so much more if it was just a regular ol' sex scene! I actually deeply enjoy conveying nsfw topics into art because you can discuss character dynamics at a much more vulnerable, raw state that literally bares them to just their essence and their current desires/needs. However I am getting off-topic, let's get back to it!

This shot was actually heavily inspired by the statue Adoration by Stephen Sinding!

While there are a lot of differences now simply because Mizrak is at Olrox's chest, I still hope that the vibe of that statue is still imbued. It also gives the sense of not only Olrox adoring Mizrak in this very moment, but Mizrak is too despite not seeing his face. Again quite intentional because it's only for Olrox to see.

Also, a lot of people have been telling me how Olrox is breastfeeding him, and in technicality, they're not wrong, he's feeding blood, from his chest. It is the funniest thing ever LOL

This shot was important to really focus in on his throat and how, much like in the one-shot, Mizrak is literally not taking breaths and is just continually consuming Olrox.

Wet sounds fill the room as his throat bobs with each steady gulp...He doesn’t stop, doesn’t take a moment to gasp for breath.

I also just wanted to make this scene feel very slow in order to contrast with a much more passion-filled desire that consumes Mizrak in this animatic! Also hopefully the descent of blood and the descent of the camera helps to strengthen the idea of Mizrak descending into vampirism!

It felt really cheesy to have this close-up shot of his eye HOWEVER at the time, I thought this was by far the clearest way to convey the immediate switch from gentle devotion to devouring devotion and how suddenly rapid it is. In my brain, the stylization for his eyes open would be textured and pulse in the same way Olrox's wrist did, which is why it's just outlined. I'm once again not 100% set on the pulse look and it probably needs some iterations if I ever came back to it again.

Also, the green hearts in his eyes only come through when he's actively consuming blood from his chest! The heart motif comes back later when Mizrak ends up throwing up the blood!

Here's the cross again, except it is growing bigger. This was very important to me that you see how "gentle" the blood-sucking is at first. A gentle devotion despite the "terrifying" shadow of Mizrak. Also, super an excuse to have kiss marks in my animatic, I love painting them in my art because it can say a lot with placement and how aggressively smudged they are!

Also, I thought it would be SO FUN to have Mizrak's turned self literally have his eyes overlay where Olrox's eyes are. It conveys how Mizrak and Olrox are now switching roles in this animatic! For the first half of this animatic, Olrox has been placed pretty high up in the shot composition, or where the camera looks up to put him in a high place of power! It makes him appear way more etheral and otherworldly, while Mizrak was placed lower in the composition, always looking up at him! Which I'm hoping invokes religious imagery of a God and his worshipper/follower!

When Mizrak's transformation is set, the dynamic switches up. For the rest of the animatic, Mizrak is now placed at a more supernatural/otherwordly position, while Olrox is just there passively, letting Mizrak BE in this position. He does not fight it, he embraces it, embraces how Mizrak reciprocates his love, his desire, and all his messy complications, much like how earlier in the animatic, Mizrak embraces vampirism.

Also if you slow it down enough you can see how I accidentally left my perspective grids in it HAHA, but it goes by fast enough it doesn't really matter! (I guess it's also kind of indicative of my natural style when it comes to digital painting too, I genuinely like having my sketch still peek through into the final painting!)

Wow even more shots to cement the new role switch AND how much much of the passionate need to consume is controlling his urges! Free to consume at his leisure, he is no longer bound by human nature (for now)!

This shot and his leg shot help to really strip Mizrak of his humanity. Faces in a shot really help to connect people to the characters because we see the emote, we see them breathe, we see them live. Especially for a character like Mizrak? He's super expressive face-wise and I'm purposefully not showing you the defining features of Mizrak. Here I am basically going "Mizrak is no longer human."

This is why in horror/thrillers with antagonist characters, we don't see their faces much and are saved for only key moments (usually, again your intentionality matters). It doesn't allow us to connect with the character on a much more human level. Think of Count Orlok from Nosferatu (2024). Purposefully a lot of his character is shrouded in darkness, focusing on his hands and other aspects, never his face, and even then it is really hard to make out because so much of him is obscured. It makes him that much of an imposing intimidating character! Otherworldly and something that we cannot fully understand.

This is a flipped version of Mizrak's close-up eye shot much earlier when he asked if his soul would remain. Again to hark on how Mizrak and Olrox are switching roles in this animatic! Olrox is looking at Mizrak's soul as we speak.

Despite us not seeing Mizrak's face, we as an audience noticing how unhuman Mizrak has suddenly become, Olrox looks quite gently at him and that was important to convey!

Woo! Lot's of horizontal lines here! While the camera is moving towards the left, Mizrak is moving right!

Originally this shot was going to have Mizrak's teeth sinking into Olrox like a very cool Olrox throwing his head back and Mizrak's fang reveal HOWEVER, I want to leave the "carnage" and bloodshed of the feeding out of the frame and only have it show up in very specific moments so I can have those moments actually have their proper impacts. I did not want to show any part of the front of his face at all since it would dampen the effect later on, so I opted for this instead. The legs give a sense of "something is happening but we don't know what, but it's to a point where Mizrak's entire body is moving oh jeez." Won't lie, this looks very sexual and I'm purposefully toying with that line again because blood drinking is an allusion to sex.

Also, I'm continuing the concept of having aspects of Mizrak's face only for Olrox's eyes. What does he look like when he's actively consuming him with such passion? Idk, Olrox you tell me.

This is everything I was building up for when I introduced the small crosses! The physical manifestation of how Mizrak reciprocates.

My thought process here was that Mizrak only knows how to love by fully devoting himself because that's all he's done for God. So he applies it here. He is reciprocating love, but it is FULL ON. It is intense. It is all-consuming.

The face once again is obscured for all the reasons I have mentioned before, but also it REALLY helps to really hard cut to Mizrak choking on the blood after because before it seemed like he was doing just fine. He is literally looking DOWN at Olrox, he takes up A LOT of the screen with just his back and head. He literally gets pulled into full focus while Olrox is blurred in the background. He appears like he is in control of the situation, however it could not be further from the truth.

Also, I was mostly inspired by the insane amount of bible verses talking about blood, so I'll drop some of those here!

John 6:53-56 ESV

So Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you. Whoever feeds on my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day. For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink. Whoever feeds on my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me, and I in him.

Ezekiel 16:6 ESV

“And when I passed by you and saw you wallowing in your blood, I said to you in your blood, ‘Live!’ I said to you in your blood, ‘Live!’

Matthew 26:28 ESV

"For this is my [Christ's] blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins."

Absolute contrast to most of the other shots, not only because I decided to add way more character acting here, but it's because we actually see his FULL face. It's intentional because Mizrak realizes himself now so we need to see him have this reaction. I wanted to show that he is still a person. He still has a soul. He may not be human, but he does have a mind that can think and a heart that can love. He still retains human qualities.

He's choking on all the blood (a physical manifestation of love) and his body is rejecting it. He's not used to consuming this amount of love and he's not used to being self-indulgent. It's deeply overwhelming.

I wanted to say I LOVED drawing blood it is SO FUN, planning the camera movement, and how Mizrak coughs at specific moments was sooo fun. I wanted this to be MESSY AND INTENSE. I wanted the audience to feel the weight of Mizrak's sudden distraught. I wanted to throw him around and to really hark on this line from the one-shot.

What has he done? What has been done to him? What has he become?

It helps to deeply contrast with how still and gentle the next scene is!

Yes, that is right, Olrox's pupils are DILATED :)

Coupled with the fact that the blood splatters are hearts! They're outlined in cyan! Olrox has a massive heart-shaped blood splatter on his cheek while Mizrak has a few heart-shaped splatters BUT there are gaps in his bloodied mouth that create heart shapes as if Mizrak spewed out those hearts!

Firstly this is because Mizrak literally eats at his chest where the heart is. Secondly, I'm again pushing for Mizrak to consume and throw up his love due to how overwhelming it is. Not only is Olrox's love for him literally beyond his imagination, but Mizrak is trying to love back in with that same amount of passion and utter devotion. A lot is happening for this new-born vampire that is pushing and pulling at him. His emotional state is so overwhelming that it is manifested in physical form.

The green reflections are shown to visually communicate Olrox anchoring Mizrak back, as, throughout the animatic, it is one of the things that ease or calm him down. I could not portray it through voice BUT I can portray it via visual (guys walk with me here, imagine the insane combo of audio and visual, it would be so tasty). The sole reason why I did not have hearts in his eyes here is simply because I reserved the heart motif for when he's actively drinking out of Olrox's chest (so he's literally consuming his love) or when he's spitting out the blood!

Also, the reason why I cut to his eyes rather than pan to them is purely because I wanted the violence of his mouth to be suddenly jarring to the gentleness in his eyes. I didn't want the slow reveal, I wanted the "OMG the blood- aw Mizrak...."

"Lulled into a sense of hazy compliance by Olrox’s voice, the former monk carefully lowers himself and continues though not for long."

This final shot was soooo important to me to include. The “musty inn room” was mentioned much earlier during Mizrak’s transformation but there was a poeticism by having what is considerably the blossoming moment of their complicated relationship be the final shot. With the lyrics also ending with "Take me back to Eden" how could I not? Clearly, both the rooms between s01e4 and s02e8 are parallel to each other. The only difference is that s02e8 has the room be both red AND GREEN, while s01e4 is just earthy/green. Olrox has taken them both back to their earthly paradise. This is their Garden of Eden.

Woo ok and we're done! Also yes I do thumbnails for these, it's half the reason why I'm fast (this entire animatic, cleaned and everything, was done in 3 days good lord. Is that fast? I can't tell) I make the barest of bones chicken scratch of sketches to get a feel of pace/vibe, then I do my roughs/cleans and add/take away shots necessary for the story that needs to be told. I normally would not let this see the light of day because these are AWFUL BUT, this post is also half a documentation of my personal process so I'm going to close my eyes and share this HAHA

If you got this far, thank you for reading me geek out about this! I find a lot of joy in the visual storytelling medium. As much as I do enjoy animating, (wow could you guys tell in the name?) I have a deep love and passion for storyboarding personally and I get sit back, and enjoy crafting the entire picture! I still have a long way to go but I'm having fun and I'm pursuing my passions of storytelling!

I desperately want to make more animatics, dealing with different tones, pace etc, but I genuinely have to go prioritize other things for now that will help me build these skills hahaha. I say this but who knows, seeing my current track record haha, look I can do both. I follow wherever my creativity takes me. I may have missed a few things but I have to wrap this up now!

Thank you again! The final takeaway, go watch Castlevania again and go be inspired by animation <33333

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