#made this for a prompt list on insta

[lovefortayley]

"Somewhere lost in the colored annals of history lies a place that few have seen. A mysterious place called The Unknown. Where long forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the wood."

-Over The Garden Wall

[sommerbueckers]

HI BABY OKAY SO I HAVE A LITTLE ONE SHOT IDEA⁉️⁉️

so basically reader and paige know each other but aren’t exactly close just flirted a few times wtv wtv. so reader goes to a game and she’s wearing the other teams jersey😋😋 after the game paige sees her, they hang out have a few drinks and hookup.. and paige is like “take this shit off” then pulls the other teams jersey off reader

ALSO CAN I BE 🤍 ANON??

yes ofc you can !!

𝐚/𝐧: okay i literally love this idea , and congrats on being my first anon love !

𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

➪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

THREE DAYS AGO you had been sitting quietly in your apartment, the tv displaying an episode of Gilmore Girls that you, if prompted, could recite word for word. Leftover Chinese food sat cold upon the coffee table, your roommate occasionally returning to her forgotten bowl of beef broccoli.

“What’re you doing this weekend?” her voice abruptly cut through the silence, drowning out the show which could hardly be heard to begin with.

You leaned your elbow against the arm of the couch, shrugging your shoulders. “Probably nothing.”

“Per usual,” she snorted, amused. After reaching to pause the tv, she pulled her legs up under her and twisted around to face you. Her face held a look of mischief and you typically tried to steer away from any kind of conversation with her at this point, but there was nowhere for you to go. “Do you wanna take a little road trip?” she raised her eyebrows, hopefully.

“A road trip?” you repeated, your tone laced with confusion. “It’s the middle of February and you wanna take a road trip?”

Excitedly nodding her head, she scooted closer to you. “You know how i’ve been talking to Noa a lot lately?” She hadn’t even given you a chance to respond before she continued on. “Well her school plays UConn on Friday night and she said she could get me courtside tickets! How sick is that?!”

Courtside tickets to any game would be exciting, but courtside tickets to see UConn Paige play was an entirely different level of excitement.

You had met the basketball star at a penthouse party last summer. It was being hosted by some trust fund NYU student whose parents were out of town. It was said to be ‘select invite only,’ the hierarchy groups of the social food chain would be there along with whoever else they wanted to bring. You originally weren’t supposed to go, but after finding out your name was on the invite list, you and a few friends couldn’t think of any better way to spend the night.

Paige had been wearing a white crop top and a pair of jorts, and she looked far too good not to entertain for the night. All night you two had mingled and flirted, dancing together and taking shot after shot. Nothing came out of it other than another follower on Instagram, but you were just happy to have made the night a good one.

“Yeah, that’s pretty cool,” you admitted quietly. You leaned forward to grab the box of shrimp fried rice, aimlessly picking at it with your fork in an attempt to hide your clear interest in the conversation.

“Pretty cool?” your roommate gaped, “it’s fucking awesome! I finally get to meet her and you get to see Paige play in person.” She was practically bouncing off the walls at this point, her cheeks red from how hard she was smiling. She was biting her lip, no doubt to keep from squealing.

You sucked your teeth unconvincingly, your mind scattered as it tried to provide you with a quick response. “Why would I wanna see Paige?” you frowned, avoiding her eyes.

“Aren’t you guys friends?”

“Why would you think that?”

“Well you follow each other on Insta, and you’re always watching her games,” she shrugged innocently, thankfully not picking up on the way your eyes refused to meet hers or the blush that had unknowingly crept onto your face.

“Oh,” you mumbled, “well we aren’t.”

Unfortunately, it was the truth. You and Paige hadn't interacted with each other since the party and you chalked the night up to the two of you just having some drunken fun.

"Oh, so, do you wanna come down or no?"

You weighed your options, though the answer was clear. Stay in your apartment with nothing to do other than binge watch shows by yourself or join your roommate on a trip down to good ol' Storrs, Connecticut. You sighed and leaned back against the couch, crossing your arms.

"When do we leave?"

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That was how you ended up sitting courtside at a UConn versus Creighton game, a white and blue jersey over your sweatshirt, the number seven displayed on the front. Your roommate had insisted that you both wear Noa’s jersey, that way she felt ‘double the support.’ You didn’t mind despite the fact that you couldn’t name a single player on the team.

The game ended with UConn sweeping Creighton, you had tuned out sometime during the third quarter after accepting the fact that the blue jays wouldn’t be able to come back. You hadn’t even noticed the game was over until the blonde beside you stood up with a groan, throwing her hands in the air.

“That’s it? It’s over just like that?” she turned to you with wide eyes.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Guess so.”

She was beyond upset, you would’ve thought she had been the one on the court. She went on a tangent after the teams disappeared into the locker room, expressing her opinion on why the game should be longer and what Creighton should’ve done. She had no idea what she was talking about, and you knew that, but still listened nonetheless.

“Are we getting something to eat?” you asked when you were sure she was done talking.

“Yeah,” she sighed out, “not sure what Noa wants to do but we can figure it out when she gets out here.”

“Okay, ‘m gonna use the bathroom real quick.” You stood from your seat, brushing off your jersey and heading toward the bathrooms.

Never before had you been to Gampel Pavilion, and curiosity got the best of you as you disregarded the large ‘Restrooms’ sign for a more enticing place. You ambled down one of the corridors, looking at all the pictures and awards that were up on the walls. Pictures of alumni in all the different uniforms through the decades, different championship trophies and plaques.

Your eyes stopped on one picture in particular; it was from the 80s and the men had bright smiles on their faces as they held up a large trophy. Their shorts were incredibly short, and you laughed to yourself as you wondered how they’d ever played in them. Before you could bring your attention away on your own accord, a familiar voice did it for you.

“You’re not supposed to be back here.”

There stood Paige Bueckers in all her six foot glory, her eyebrows knitted together as she stared at you. For having just played a game, she looked amazing. Her hair was still pulled up in its usual braid and ponytail but it was now partially covered with a gray beanie, she had put on a jacket and sweats over her uniform and looked about ready to slip out without being seen. That’s probably what she was doing.

“Oh sorry, I—I didn’t know,” you shook your head, embarrassed.

“Nah it’s cool, usually it doesn’t matter but they’re tryna clear the place out now,” she explained with a shrug, a keychain jingling from the movement of her bag on her back.

You nodded your head, silently walking past her to make your way back to the gym.

“Wait,” she called out.

You whipped your head around quicker than you should’ve, your face holding a look of innocence as you waited, no, hoped for her to say what you thought she was going to say.

“Don’t I know you?”

‘Yeah, we met last summer,’ was what you would’ve said had you been able to think straight. Instead, you stared at her dumbly until she finally spoke again.

“I think I do, we met at that one kid’s party last year,” she said. Was she trying to remind you? Like anyone would forget meeting Paige Bueckers at a party.

“Yeah, yeah I remember,” you nodded. You rubbed your forehead with a breathless laugh, thinking of what to say next. “That night was pretty blurry to be honest…”

That’s all you could come up with?

It wasn't even the truth either. You remembered everything from that night; every look, every touch.

“No yeah I get what you mean,” she laughed, “don’t even remember how I got home.”

You nodded your head to feign agreement because you knew exactly how you had gotten home.

“Creighton fan, huh?” Paige asked, gesturing to your jersey.

You glanced down, pulling the material away so you could examine it yourself. “No uh, my friend’s girlfriend or — whatever is on the team and we just came down to support her.”

“Ah, so I take it you’re not a UConn fan either?”

You laughed, “I’ve watched a couple games.”

Another lie -- you've watched every game.

“I’ll take it,” Paige smiled. “It was good seeing you again,” she said, beginning to back up. Had you not been so captured by the shade of blue that her eyes held, you would’ve missed the way they'd scanned your body. Running up and down your legs, gently biting her lip. Her eyes once again met yours and she flashed you that signature smirk before she turned around and headed out.

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"This place is fucking packed," Noa commented, surveying the bar with narrowed eyes.

"Yeah, i'm gonna go see if I can get us a table."

Your roommate left your side and approached the hostess podium, you and Noa now being alone near the door. She awkwardly rocked back and forth on her feet, hands resting comfortably in her pockets. "Y'all came down here together?" she asked suddenly.

"Yeah, got here a little bit before the game actually," you smiled.

Noa hummed, "Hope you aren't driving back tomorrow," she said with a small laugh.

"What do you mean?"

"The couch at the apartment isn't the most comfortable," she sighed, scratching the back of her neck, "so I was just saying you'd probably be better off making blondie drive."

As if on cue, said blondie motioned for the two of you to follow her. "The wait was like forty-five minutes but the bar has the full menu," she said and gestured to three open seats right beside each other. You all gladly took them, sighing as you finally put your feet to rest.

The bartender came around and took your orders and the three of you finally settled in. Conversation came easy, you and Noa bonded over all things basketball. You discussed the calls that were made during the game, how a lot of them were made in favor of UConn because it was their home gym and all. While it hadn't been a complete lie, UConn would've won even without those calls.

You sipped casually on your martini, letting your two friends fall into their own conversation while you busied yourself elsewhere. Your gaze moved from table to table, scouting out someone who could turn your night around from the eventful one it had been. Once again, as though the man above had been listening solely to you, Paige and her teammates waltzed right in.

She had changed out of her basketball uniform, now dressed in a pair of cargos with a long sleeve and a vest.

Instinctively, you straightened up in your chair. They'd seated themselves on the other end of the bar, Paige sitting perfectly in your line of view. You felt like a creep the way you were watching her, but you couldn't help it. There had been a point in time where Paige had been focused on you. Her hands roaming your body as you danced together, her eyes locked on yours only, determined to make you laugh. You smiled unconsciously at the memory of that night, wishing over and over that you could relive it.

When you looked up again Paige was gone, missing from the rest of her group.

"If I didn't know any better, i'd think you were following me," her voice came from close behind you, and you found her standing there with an untouched drink in her hand.

"Well if I remember correctly, I was here first," you smiled, tilting your head. You were hoping you looked cute doing it and not dopey like you had pictured yourself. "So who's really doing the following?"

Paige chuckled, "You got me there." She moved to take the seat beside you, glancing around for a sign that someone was already sitting there. When she didn't find one, she proceeded to get comfortable. You watched contently, sipping your drink with crossed legs and waiting for her to settle. "That's the girlfriend?"

You nodded your head without looking behind you.

"Whatchu got?" you pointed at her glass.

"Dirty Shirley."

"Ah, your favorite."

Paige pursed her lips, a smile threatening to break through. "How'd you know that?" she asked.

"It was all you drank that night," you reminded her.

"Hm," she smirked, "thought you said you didn't remember much."

'Fuck,' you thought to yourself.

"I remember bits and pieces," you shrugged, distracting yourself with your drink.

The blonde playfully narrowed her eyes. She remembered everything from that night, she had only pretended not to because she felt embarrassed that she remembered everything and you didn't. She had visited your Instagram multiple times in the weeks following that, cursing herself for not having the courage to ask you out or do anything other than pointlessly flirt with you.

But here she was, being presented with the opportunity to turn things around, and she planned to take advantage of it.

"So tell me, what else do you remember?"

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Two martinis and four rounds of shots later, you and Paige found yourselves in an intense game of pool. She was currently beating you, her only objection to sink the eight ball in while you still had a few balls left to knock in.

You leaned over with focused eyes, carefully lining up the stick with the ball. You could feel Paige's presence beside you, her breath hot on your ear as she spoke. "She's crumbling," the blonde teased. She sensed your stress and she was feeding off it, a thrilled expression upon her face. "Will she sink it? Or will she fumble?"

You pulled the stick back, and with a swift movement, jolted it forward. The ball flew quickly across the table, ricocheting off the side and rolling back toward the middle.

"Oh! She shoots, she misses!" Paige commentated enthusiastically, the alcohol running through her system and giving her a buzz. She pointed her finger annoyingly in your face as she backed away, getting closer and closer to her position behind the eight ball. She mimicked the stance you had done; leaning over the table and zeroing in on the ball.

A beat of silence passed and Paige still hadn't moved, her eyes slowly moved upwards to meet yours. A smile broke out onto her lips, she stood up and twirled the stick around in her hands. "How about we make this a little more interesting," she suggested lowly.

"Interesting how?" you snorted, leaning against the table.

She stepped closer to you, towering over you with a gaze that had you practically foaming at the mouth. If Paige wanted to take you on the pool table right at that moment, you would've let her. Of course, that was just the alcohol talking, and there was quite a lot of it.

"I need one shot to win, and I want a reward when I do."

"A reward, huh?" I raised my eyebrows, noticing her step closer, "What kind of reward do you want?"

"I can think of a few things..." she murmured. Paige was trying hard to be seductive right now, and she couldn't tell if it was working or not. She had already failed to hookup with you once last year at the party, and she'd be damned if she failed again.

"Like what?" you took a step closer, batting your eyelashes at her. You were teasing her and she knew it. The alcohol coursing through your system was giving you a confidence boost like no other, and you couldn't think of a better way to make use of it other than flirting with Paige.

"Well for starters," she sighed, pulling gently on the Creighton jersey that you had yet to change out of, "I don't wanna see this anymore tonight."

"Oh yeah?" you quirked a brow at her.

"Yeah, and when I win, i'm gonna take it off you," she said confidently.

You could feel yourself sweating beneath your clothes, the pool stick in your hand suddenly becoming difficult to grip. You cleared your throat when she finally stepped back, a knowing smile tugging at her lips as she repositioned herself on the other side of the table and focused on the ball. With a quick and calculated shot, the ball swiped cleanly across the table before falling into the desired slot.

The noise from the bar seemed to fade away as the realization of Paige's victory sunk in. People drunkenly moved around; dancing, singing, cheering at whatever was playing on tv, but none of that mattered to you anymore. You were unable to focus on anything other than Paige's blue eyes staring into yours, the color seemingly darker than it was just moments ago.

You rolled your eyes and set the stick down on the table, reaching for the hem of the jersey to take it off. Paige's hands quickly found your wrists, her face contorted in utter confusion. "What're you doing?" she asked.

You were playing with her.

"Taking the jersey off, isn't that what you wanted?" you frowned innocently.

Paige scoffed, "Don't test me. Let's go back to mine, you can take it off there."

You both bid your goodbyes to your friends, your roommate tossed you a questioning look that you dismissed with the wave of your hand. You waited impatiently outside for an Uber, Paige holding you close in attempt to shield you from the cold. Her eyes were fixed on your lips, the very ones that were trembling, begging to be warmed up by hers. From the moment she had seen you in the hallway she immediately recognized you, she'd recognize that ass anywhere. She had planned to send you a message tomorrow, running into you tonight had been unexpected but not unwelcome. It just gave her less time to think of what to say.

The car ride back to Paige's house left the two of you bright eyed and rosy cheeked; the radio was switched off and the driver spelled like he had just played in a basketball game and didn't bother to shower afterward. The backseat windows appeared to have a child lock on them, preventing either of you from breathing in fresh air. Between the buzz from all the drinking and toxicity of the car's air, you and Paige couldn't stop yourselves from laughing the whole way there. Her hands didn't leave your legs, but in the midst of all the welcomed chaos you hadn't even noticed.

You rolled out of the car, basking in the cold air with open arms. Paige trailed closely behind you, her hand on the small of your back as the two of you made your way up to her apartment. The second the elevators doors shut and you two were alone, your lips met hers in a searing kiss. She tasted sweet, like Dirty Shirleys and peach CÎROC shots. With your hands tangled in her hair, you pulled her closer, wanting needing to taste more of her.

Her tight grip on your hips, fingertips pressing into you, sent shivers throughout your body. She backed you into the wall, her tongue exploring every inch of your mouth while you lowered your guard and let her. So caught up in the taste of you, she almost missed the elevator opening up to her floor. Hardly even breaking the kiss, you two made your way out. Paige knew exactly where to go and you were blindly being led by her, stumbling over your own feet.

Paige fumbled around in her pocket for her keys, roughly jamming them into the lock and pushing the door open. The apartment was dark with the exception of a few city lights pouring in through the windows. Standing in place for a couple seconds longer, you felt the kiss slow down before Paige stopped it completely.

"Fuck," she spoke breathlessly, running a hand through her hair. She reluctantly backed away from you, turning on the lights. With the apartment's kitchen now being fully lit, you could see into the living room as well. The place was beautifully furnished, with little fake plants placed around on the shelves and pictures of Paige and her friends framed up on the walls. Her couch looked far more comfortable than the couch Noa had described earlier and you were dreading having to return to it later tonight.

Paige appeared in front of you, her hands coming up to cup your face. "I want you to go into my bedroom, turn the light on, and then sit down on the bed and wait for me," she instructed lowly. You nodded silently, backing up in the direction of the bedroom while giving Paige the sexiest smile you could muster. In reality, you were absolutely panicking.

Once you got to the bedroom, you switched on the lamp that rested on the bedside table and seated yourself on the edge of the bed. You were unsure of how to sit, or maybe you should try lying down? You decided on taking your shoes and socks off first, neatly dropping them on the side of the bed. You didn't have time to further your thoughts on how to sit because just as you had finished putting your things aside, Paige entered the bedroom and shut the door behind her. She was carrying a bottle of water that she set down on the nightstand, laughing when she noticed you awkwardly staring.

"You look uncomfortable."

"I'm not, just waiting for you," you replied, hoping the shakiness in your voice didn't betray you.

Paige walked over and stood before you, enticingly biting her lip. She leaned down at the same time that you leaned back, a seductive game of cat and mouse as she crawled forward whilst you crawled backward. Your smiles grew when your back hit the headboard and you realized you had nowhere else to go.

"You've been staring at me all night with those eyes," she murmured, and you felt her breath on your lips.

"What eyes?"

Paige rubbed her own nose against yours before she reconnected your lips. She pushed your legs apart with her hands, running them up and down the smooth material of your leggings. You let out a soft moan into her mouth when her knee came in contact with your heated center, bucking your hips in order to feel more of her.

Paige took it upon herself to quicken the pace, instinctively grinding into you. Her lips eventually left yours, trailing down your neck and leaving wet pecks all over. Her teeth bit softly into your skin, marking you as hers. You pressed her further into you, hands snaking under her shirt and roaming all over her back. Her attack on your flesh was violent, the pain pulling a pathetic whimper out of you.

"Fuck, do that again," Paige mumbled against your skin, repeating her actions a little rougher this time to gain a bigger reaction from you.

"Ah, Paige!" you slammed your hand against her shoulder, screwing your eyes shut.

She yanked harshly at the jersey still clinging to your body, "Take this shit off," she spat out. She pushed you down into the mattress, ripping the garment from your body and discarding it somewhere in the room. Your sweatshirt came off next, leaving you clad in only a bra and your leggings. Paige pulled her own shirt over her head, her necklace dangling over your face. You used it to pull her back down into you, hungry for a taste of her again.

Her fingertips crept underneath you and she hooked them onto your bra strap, skillfully unlatching it and pulling it off you. Dilated pupils gazed down at your exposed breasts, her hands hastily coming up to touch them like a child in a toy store. She kneaded, sucked, licked, kissed, her attention focused solely on your hardened nipples, leaving your neglected pussy uncontrollably dripping.

"Paige," you whined desperately, your back arching so far off the bed that Paige's hands forced you back down.

"Hm?" she hummed inattentively.

"I need you..."

A loud popping sound came from Paige letting go of your nipple, holding your stare as she lowered her body closer to where you needed her most. Just as she had hooked her fingers on your bra strap, she hooked them on the waistband of your leggings and slowly pulled them down.

Your panties were downright soaked, earning a mocking laugh from the blonde.

"So wet for me mama," she purred, a smirk on her face.

She took her thumb and ran it straight down your clothed slit. You sucked in a sharp breath, hands already grabbing at the sheets on the bed. To Paige, you looked like an angel lying there, like a good girl with those pleading eyes as you waited to be fucked senseless. Finally, Paige removed your panties and tossed them aside with the rest of your clothes.

She shamelessly played around in your slick, soaking each and every one of her fingers in it.

"Tell me you want it."

"I want it Paige," you breathed out.

Paige's face appeared overtop of you, her jaw clenched tightly in disapproval, "Beg."

You were so turned on you didn't even protest, instead just propped yourself up on your elbows to be closer to her. Her fingers danced around in teasingly slow circles on your clit, a knot gradually forming in your stomach. "Please I want you to fuck me, please baby I need it so bad. Want your fingers inside me," you exhorted pathetically.

Without wasting another second, the blonde inserted two lengthy fingers inside of you. It was like looking into a mirror the way Paige's face copied yours; when you bit your lip, she bit hers, when your mouth involuntarily gaped open, so did hers. She was taunting you, forcing you to see how undone you were becoming. Tightly gripping her bicep, you dug your nails into the large muscle.

Her fingers pumped in and out of you, thumb doing work on your clit to bring you closer to the edge. The squelching noise that filled the room sent heat to your cheeks, and if it wasn't that then it was the look Paige was giving you as she fucked you. She was proud of the mess you were becoming, the mess she was making you. She kissed your lips over and over again even though you couldn't kiss back.

Your head was spinning with thoughts of Paige, the feeling of Paige inside you. Your toes curled involuntarily, noises you had never heard yourself make before echoed off the walls of the room.

"Yes yes yes, i'm close," you cried out, "fuck just like that!"

Paige hurriedly kissed her way back down to your pussy, replacing her thumb with her tongue. She mercilessly sucked you like a starved woman enjoying her first meal, or a guilty one enjoying her last. Her tongue moved nimbly against you, fingers fucking in and out of you and feeling the tightness as you clenched around her.

"You gonna come for me, huh?"

"Uh huh," you fervently nodded.

"Hmm," she hummed into you, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge, "let me hear you say it. I want to hear you say it."

"Yes! I'm gonna come for you..."

Paige expertly curled her fingers inside you, lying her tongue flat against your clit and forcing you to do none other than let go. The knot that had been building in your stomach finally fell apart, your legs snapping shut and trapping Paige's head there. You pushed and pulled at her, your desires becoming fuzzy as the orgasm swallowed you whole. Moans and strings of curse words unconsciously spilled from your lips. They were a stark contrast to the sweet things Paige cooed as she left kisses along your stomach, and your chest, and back up to your lips.

"Such a good girl," she whispered on your lips, "you were so good for me."

You shivered at the empty feeling you got from Paige pulling her fingers out of you, they were covered in the same slick that her chin was, glistening under the lamp's light. You smiled tiredly at her, snaking your arms around her neck and pressing your lips to hers.

"You tired?" she asked, observing your face.

"Yeah."

She pulled away from you and reached for the water bottle on the nightstand, twisting it open and bringing it to your lips. "Sleep here tonight," she said, "I can take you where you need to go in the morning."

Swallowing the water you said, "You sure?"

"Yeah, you probably can't walk after that anyway."

"Shut up," you snorted hitting her chest.

The two of you settled in bed together, your naked body finding warmth against her clothed one as she cuddled you close to her. You smiled to yourself, nuzzling your face in her neck and drifting off to sleep.

[httpsdana]

Hiii!! Could you do a kenan yildiz x reader imagine?? The reader is part of a girl group, kenan has a crush on her so he is always lurking into her dms,her insta posts her tiktok.. and fans start shipping them but reader is not very pleased. One time they happen to be on the same fashion event and the reader finally sees kenan in person and is amazed by how handsome and polite he is so they start dating.

Behind the Screen~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

Being a part of one of the biggest girl groups in the world meant living her life under constant scrutiny. Every Instagram post, TikTok, or red carpet appearance became fodder for the fans. But lately, there was a new kind of attention—one she couldn’t quite escape.

It all started with a certain footballer.

Kenan Yildiz, who had been lingering in her online space for months. He’d like her posts within minutes, occasionally drop a subtle emoji in the comments, and even reposted a TikTok challenge her group did, citing it as his “new favorite trend.”

Fans caught on almost immediately, flooding his and her profiles with edits and theories.

“Kenan’s so down bad for y/n”

“He’s literally her biggest fan, don’t fight me on this.”

“Imagine the power couple they’d be.”

At first, sje brushed it off, chalking it up to harmless fan antics. But when the comments and ships started overshadowing her actual work, it grated on her nerves.

She didn’t know him. To him, he was just another famous face with too much time on his hands.

Then came the fashion event.

Dressed in a sleek gown, she walked into the glitzy venue, cameras flashing as reporters called her name.

The event was packed with celebrities, designers, and influencers. Somewhere in the crowd, Kenan was lurking, and she was determined to avoid him.

But fate had other plans.

She spotted him almost immediately, leaning casually against a marble pillar, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit.

His confidence radiated effortlessly, drawing attention from everyone in the room. When his green eyes met hers, he smiled.

Her breath hitched. He was undeniably handsome—more so in person than in any of the pictures or videos she'd seen online. And then, to her dismay, he started walking toward her.

“y/n,” he greeted, his voice smooth and warm. “I’m Kenan. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Finally?” she echoed, raising an eyebrow.

He grinned, a little sheepish but still charming. “I guess I’ve made it obvious I’m a fan.”

She couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “You think?”

“I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable,” he added quickly, his tone sincere. “That was never my intention. I just... think you’re incredible.”

His straightforwardness caught her off guard. For someone who seemed larger than life online, he came across as genuine and polite in person.

“Thank you,” she said softly, suddenly unsure why she'd been so annoyed by him in the first place. “I guess I’ve noticed you’re... persistent.”

He chuckled. “I prefer to think of it as dedicated.”

The conversation flowed surprisingly easily after that. Kenan wasn’t just handsome; he was funny, down-to-earth, and attentive in a way that made her feel like the only person in the room.

The initial tension melted as she found herself enjoying his company far more than she expected.

By the end of the night, they exchanged numbers, the interaction causing a frenzy online as fans speculated wildly. Unlike before, though, she didn’t mind.

Kenan texted her the next day, and what started as casual conversations quickly grew into something more.

He wasn’t just a footballer sliding into her DMs—he was kind, funny, and genuine in a way that felt rare in her world.

When they went on their first official date, she realized just how wrong her initial assumptions had been.

Kenan wasn’t just infatuated with the idea of her—he wanted to know the real her, the one who existed beyond the stage and the social media posts.

As the weeks passed, the fans got their “power couple,” and for the first time, she didn’t feel annoyed by the attention. Because being with Kenan? That felt right for her.

[random-thot-generator]

Reverse trope prompt: Fake amnesia

Full prompt list here by @out-of-jams

Soap x reader

Maybe? NSFW - Soap gets a wee bit handsy with reader, nothing sexually explicit, profanity, soap is a sneaky lil shit

dividers by: @saradika-graphics

"Where's me bonnie lass?"

"She's comin', lad," Price murmurs, giving Soap's shoulder a gentle pat. He squats down beside his wheelchair to peer into his sergeant's eyes. "Ya feelin' alright? Head hurtin' ya?"

Soap squints at his captain, suspicious. "Oi! Yer no' another one o' them doctors, are ye? Feckin' numpties willnae leave me alone."

Price sighs, shakes his head and stands. "No, lad. I'm— just visitin'."

Soap's face splits into a grin. "Oh. Well, tha's a'right, then. Dinnae mind visitors. Do ye ken tha' big bloke tha' wears a skelly mask? 'E comes t'visit meh, too." Soap leans in, voice dipping low. " Bit of an odd duck, tha' one. Tol' meh 'e was a ghost." His eyebrows arch high on his forehead. "An' the docs say I'm th'one wit' brain damage."

Price huffs a short laugh despite himself. "That's his callsign, lad. Do ya remember yours?"

"Callsign?" Soap repeats, looking confused.

"Never mind. 'S not important right now."

Soap nods, his eyes trailing back to the door. "'Ave ye seen the gas man about? Mehbeh he kens where me lass is."

"Gas man?" Price mutters, frowning, then understanding dawns. "Ah. Ya mean Gaz. He's uh— at work. Won't be around for a few days, I'm afraid."

"Oh. Tha's too bad. 'E's good at findin' m'lass fer meh." He raises a hand to scratch at the scar tissue on the side of his head. "Doan s'pose ye'd be willin' t'ave a look 'round fer 'er, would ye? Ah miss 'er." His blue eyes shine bright and luminous with hope.

Price nods, chuckling. "A'course, lad. I'll see if I can find her f'ya."

Price turns on the telly for him before he leaves, flipping it to a cartoon channel. Soap's loud guffaw follows him out into the hallway. Passing the nurses' station, he gives a nod to a couple of the nurses as he heads towards the cafeteria, where he last saw you. He breathes a sigh of relief when he spots you sitting with Ghost, a cup of tea in your hands.

You watch the captain's approach, taking in his expression, then grimace. His look is apologetic when he murmurs, "He's askin' f'ya, again, lass."

"Bloody hell," you mutter, squeezing your eyes shut as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

Ghost grunts, eyes narrowing. "Funny, tha'. Johnny can't remember any'a us, but he's got no problem remembering 'er?" He tilts his head. "Bit strange, innit?"

Price shrugs. "Hard t'say, with an injury like that. Docs say he might regain some of his memory, he might not. No way t'tell."

You sigh, turning your weary gaze on Ghost. "His memory of me isn't perfect, either, ya know? You remember how he used to give me hell all the time. Now he thinks I'm his bloody girlfriend, for Chrissakes! He told Gaz we were engaged yesterday. It's bloody mental."

Ghost hums but says no more.

Blowing out a tired breath, you push yourself up from your chair. "Guess I better get back up there before he comes looking for me again. Thought that head nurse was going to string those other poor nurses up by their heels when Johnny gave 'em the slip."

Price laughs lowly. "And in a wheelchair, no less. Made it all the way to the exit before they caught up with him."

Ghost grunts as he stands, shuffling away from the table to join you. "I'll go wiff ya. Johnny might behave himself better if I'm there."

You snort at that. "Yeah, right. Might as well restrain him, because he won't keep his hands to himself, I can promise ya that."

As soon as you enter Soap's room, he beams a huge smile, his arms up, grabby hands reaching for you. "There ye are! C'mere, bonnie. Gie us a hug."

You point at him, a stern expression on your face. "Promise you'll behave, first. No feeling me up this time."

He gazes up at you, looking like a whipped pup. "Ayre ye mad at me, bon? Did I do somethin' bad? Ah'm sorry."

His pitiful pout melts your resolve instantly. "I'm not mad at you, Johnny. Don't get upset. Everything's alright," you soothe, voice soft as you step close to smooth your hand over his shaggy mohawk.

Ghost doesn't miss the mischievous little flash in Soap's eyes before he grins and grabs you by the hips, pulling you into his lap. You yelp, trying to be careful of his head as you try to push his face from between your breasts. The man doesn't let up, wallowing you like a fussy toddler, his big hands holding you in place. You give another yelp when he gets hold of your ass cheek and squeezes.

"Oi, ya cheeky git," Ghost barks. "Yer bein' too rough!"

Soap cuts a sly glance his way before settling his chin on your chest, smiling sweetly up at you. "Ah dinnae hurt ye, did I, bon?"

You sigh, flustered, trying to be patient. "No, Johnny. You just— startled me." You puff out a breath, prying his hand off your ass.

Soap gives Ghost a smug little smirk, hugging you so tight, you squeak. "See, LT? Ah wasnae bein' too rough. Ah jus' startled 'er."

You lay a hand on his cheek to get his attention back, melting a little more at the open adoration in his gaze. "You should still be more careful, Johnny," you chide him gently. "You get excited and grab my bum too hard sometimes. You leave bruises."

He perks up at that. "Aye? Bruises, ye say? Can ye show me? Ah promise t'kiss 'em all better."

You can't help but laugh. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

Soap nuzzles your chest and grins. "Aye, but ye love meh anyway, doan ye, bon?"

You only manage to escape when one of the nurses finally comes in to give Soap his medication and check his vitals. You scurry out the door, looking a right mess, disheveled and breathing heavy, mumbling something about getting some water.

Ghost stands by quietly as the nurse takes Johnny's vitals, eyeing him intently the whole time. Once she exits the room, Soap turns a guileless expression to his lieutenant. "Somethin' the matter, Mr. Ghost?"

Ghost huffs a laugh, shaking his head. "Give it up, Johnny. Ya fucked up, mate. She didn't catch it, but I did." He comes closer, leaning down to whisper at Soap's ear, "Or did ya jus' suddenly remember I'm yer LT?"

He chuckles lowly when Soap sucks in a sharp breath. He straightens back to his full height, looming over the now worried looking Scot.

"I'll keep m'mouth shut, so long as ya come clean wiff the captain. Poor sod's been worryin' 'imself sick over ya."

"A'right," Soap grumbles, bottom lip poking out.

You return moments later, a bottle of water in one hand, a pudding cup and spoon in the other.

"Look what I nicked for ya, Johnny. Butterscotch pudding. Your favorite."

He gives you a hangdog look. "Can we lay in bed while ye feed it t'meh? Ah'm feelin' a wee bit tired."

"Sure, love. Ghost, will ya help me get him in the bed?"

Ghost helps put him to bed without comment, but pins the sergeant with a knowing look while you're climbing into bed with him.

Soap slants a mischievous look up at his lieutenant, teeth flashing in a quick grin, and winks.

[mommahughes19-23]

Introduction & Explanation ; MASTERLIST

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xoxoxoxo, M

🥀 = INSTA EDIT

🌷 = WRITTEN

New Jersey Devils ✽ :

Nico Hischier♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

OFF SEASON JEALOUSY 🥀

2 MONTHS 🥀

PUPPY LOVE 🥀

SWISS SWIM 🥀

THANKS DEVIL BABIES 🥀

I TOOK A PILL IN IBIZA 🥀

EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO NINA 🥀

SWISS STYLE 🥀

THANKS FOR HAVING US 🥀

13 FOREVER 🥀

TOO FANCY 🥀

TROPIC NEEKS 🥀

MY MEN 🥀

RUDE 🥀

MINI GOLF 🥀

INTERNATIONAL LOVE 🥀

Curtis Lazar♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

LITTLE RED DEVIL 🥀

Jack Hughes♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

BABY DEVIL 🥀

BEACH BUM 🥀

BOAT DAY BITCH 🥀

LIL HUGGY 🥀

I TRY TO BE SUPPORTIVE 🥀

HAPPY 9 YEARS MY BABY DADDY 🥀

FAMILY 🥀

LIL FUN FRESH OUTING 🥀

FINSTA 🥀

WELL THIS IS A THING 🥀

WELCOME TO THE WAGS ROOM 🥀

WHY YOU SO MAD 🥀

Dawson Mercer♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

HC - AFTER A FIGHT 🌷

TILL NEXT TIME 🥀

Vancouver Canucks ✾ :

Brock Boeser♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

UNCLE QUINN 🥀

MOMMA AND PAPA OF THE YEAR 🥀

CLOSE AS STRANGERS 🌷

FAMILY 🥀

THE DISRESPECT 🥀

BBC 🥀

Quinn Hughes♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

NO ONE ELSE BUT YOU 🥀

CAN'T HIDE FOREVER 🥀

OCEAN EYES 🥀

LUKE IS CRYING IN THE CAR 🥀

MOMMY MODE? 🥀

CEO OF BEING A DICK 🌷

ENOUGH BAGS 🥀

LIL HUGGY 🥀

FAMILY 🥀

LAKE HOUSE WILL BE FUN THEY SAID 🥀

MEDIA DAY 🥀

IM A TATTOO ARTIST 🥀

UNTIL NEXT TIME POSTY 🥀

UNCLE QUINNY 🥀

AWARD SHOW 🥀

MAN IN ACTION 🥀

I WAS WOKEN UP FOR THIS 🥀

MY LIL HOCKEY PLAYER 🥀

Toronto Maple Leafs ✿ :

Matthew Knies♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

SIGNING PUCKS N SHIT 🥀

Auston Matthews♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

BEACH DAY 🥀

ALWAYS WORKING 🥀

LIFE LATLEY 🥀

William Nylander♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

WEEKEND TINGS 🥀

Joseph Woll♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

MRS WOLL? 🥀

MERCH PLUG 🥀

Florida Panthers ✤ :

Matthew Tkachuk♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

CLUBYY 🥀

CHAMPS PT 2 🥀

CUP CHAMPS 🥀

Brandon Montour♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

VAMOS GATOS 🥀

SCF GM7 🥀

THATS MY BABY 🥀

BABY BOY 🥀

UMICH ❀ :

Luca Fantilli♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

#1 FAN 🥀

HEHEHEHE 🥀

BOAT DAY 🥀

Ethan Edwards♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

LOVERS 🥀

WEEK IN MY LIFE 🥀

EVEN THOUGH IM LEAVING 🌷

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM MOM AND DAD 🥀

ONCE AN ETHAN GIRL 🥀

I WAS WOKEN UP FOR THIS 🥀

PARTY 🥀

COLLECTIVE UMICH♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

UMICH DUMP 🥀

"FAVORITE NON-PLAYER" 🥀

SAY THANK YOU KAYLEIGH 🥀

IDK WHY IM HERE 🥀

Boston College ❁ :

Ryan Leonard♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

BEACH TRIP 🥀

WE BACK 🥀

DISNEY 🥀

Extra Baby Daddies Players 𓆸 :

Matt Rempe♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

MY POWER RANGER 🥀

SUMMER LOVIN 🥀

STADIUM SKATES 🥀

MY FAVORITE REMPES' 🥀

Brady Tkachuk♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

I WAS MADE FUN OF 🥀

WHAT A MAN 🥀

ENJOY 🥀

Trevor Zegras♥ ˋ°•*⁀➷

IMAGINE 🥀

[dramaticcrow]

(Eng Prompt List)

Day 1: Moon and Sun | Space AU | Royal AU - “My Missa”

Day 2: Vampires | Mermaids | Gods - “I'll be here when you're ready”

Day 3: Mafia | Past lives | Cat Missa and Crow Philza - “As long as you are with me you will never feel alone”

Day 4: Confession | Emergency | Murder - “The sky is the limit”

Day 5: Language of flowers | Hanahaki | Spy X Family AU - “No one ever told me that love hurt”

Day 6: First times | Emergency room | Separation - “It's not goodbye, it's see you soon”

Day 7: Disease | Hot chocolate | Comfort - “The family is forever”

Extra prompts:

Pirates

Anniversary

Red thread of destiny

“I love you, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner”

Family

Ghibli

Lullaby

“I would never choose to love another”

New parents

DeathDuo/Pissa Week

Reglas/Rules:

(Esp)

Entonces eh decidido que haré este reto agradezco a mi amigo Irl y a los chicos de Discord por apoyarme y darme ideas para la lista! Así que aquí vamos…

Las dos primeras imágenes contienen los prompts para esta Pissa/DeathDuo Week, contiene dos prompts y un diálogo. Puedes elegir el prompt que más te guste o combinarlos para darle tu propio toque personal :D

Las reglas de este reto son las siguiente:

1. La escritura y el arte están permitidos, puede ser solo uno o ambos como más se le acomode a cada uno.

2. No @ a los cubitos irl, tanto en vuestro arte como en vuestros fics (en el caso de que lo suban a X o Insta)

3. El contenido Dark y sensible como; Yandere, Personajes posesivos, Daño a uno mismo, Sangre, Muerte, Etc… está permitido siempre cuando se etiquete correctamente. (En caso de que tengas una idea y no sabes si está permitido puedes enviarme un mensaje)

4. No es necesario hacer los siete días, puedes hacer cuantos quieres y con los que te sientas cómodo.

5. Este reto es tanto de Pissa (pareja romántica) como DeathDuo (pareja platónica) por lo que los prompts están hechos para que sean cómodos para los dos lados de la comunidad, solo por favor etiqueten debidamente si es Pissa o DeathDuo.

6. La semana que he escogido para este reto es del 1 de Junio al 7 de Junio, aunque pueden tener todo el mes de Junio para publicar su arte/escritura

7. Y la última regla pero no menos importante… no olviden divertirse!

(Eng)

So I've decided that I will do this challenge I thank my friend Irl and the guys on Discord for supporting me and giving me ideas for the list! So here we go...

The first two images contain the prompts for this Pissa/DeathDuo Week, it contains two prompts and a dialogue. You can choose the prompt you like the most or combine them to give it your own personal touch :D

Also, if one of the days doesn't suit you or you don't feel comfortable with that prompt there is a list of nine extra prompts that you can also choose from.

The rules of this challenge are this:

1. Writing and art are allowed, it can be just one or both as it suits you best.

2. no @ to the irl, in your art and in your fics (in case you upload it to X or Insta) 3.

3. Dark and sensitive content such as; Yandere, Possessive characters, Self harm, Blood, Death, Etc... is allowed as long as it is tagged correctly. (In case you have an idea and don't know if it is allowed you can message me).

4. You don't have to do all seven days, you can do as many as you want and as many as you feel comfortable with.

5. This challenge is both Pissa (romantic couple) and DeathDuo (platonic couple) so the prompts are made to be comfortable for both sides of the community, just please tag properly if it's Pissa or DeathDuo.

6. The week I have chosen for this challenge is from June 1 to June 7, although you can have the whole month of June to post your art/writing.

7. And last but not least rule... don't forget to have fun!

[snotty-zombie]

Rageous-tober part 1!!!

Rageous-tober made by @jobiesayscheese ily 🤞🤞

Day 4: Floyd

Day 5: Halloween costumes

Day 7: Sisters

I’ll be posting them all bigger with a ton of unnecessary talking on my part under a cut so my page and the tags involved don’t get totally bloated 💋💋 (prompt list made by jobiesayscheese at the bottom of the post)

HERE WE GO (stuff under cut 😗)

Remember to click onto the image for higher quality .3. (I posted all these on Instagram during October but I wanted to post them here not only because there are some folks here who don't follow my Insta but also because I like to yap and Tumblr is more appropriate for yapping than Instagram for some reason idk)

Starting off tame with day 4, Floyd. Matching vampire and bat costume 🙂‍↕️

Day 5: Halloween costumes- TV Girl and her bf Peachy dressed as Ramona Flowers 😈😈 and… the other guy.. (bonus Kid Ritz looking very displeased :/) I haven’t actually introduced Peachy on here before I don’t think but I definitely will eventually because he’s one of my favs- for now just know he’s part of Boogie and TV’s friend group along with (formerly??) KR and their other friend Dizzy :3 he’s TV’s new bf after she dumped Kid’s lame ass because I am an unapologetic OC x Canon shipper now (if you can even call KR canon, bro is just an exposition character that I morphed into my own)

DAY SEVEN: SISTERS!!! Glow Worm appearance 🫶🫶🫶 (she’s always saying odd shit 🙁 apparently she’s quite off putting to people who don’t know her very well) (and she never takes off her crocodile slippers like they go with literally every outfit)

Here is the prompt list along with the prompts that I decided to do circled (had to skip some of the good ones like infection AU and Kid Ritz because I was too busy rip)

Part 1! Part 2! Part 3! Part 4! (will add links when all the posts r up xP)

[mackiesketchie]

Sharktober Day 7: Shark Healer!

Who better to heal sharks than the guy who basically invented invulnerability? But as a shark?

I’m posting this a bit late as always XP

….y’know I’m realizing a bit too late how redundant the ear hooks on the glasses are-

The sharktober prompt list was made by @requinoesis & @capi974(on Insta) and you can find the list here <3

[primepalindrome]

Made this for my own Mermay prompt list: Bathtub, for day 26 of may. If you want to join too and have your art featured on my instagram, follow me there

Insta

[ilustrali]

favourite driver(s) — ☪︎◞ ๋⊹

october is here and with it inktober!! or in this case... f1tober!!!

@/axo_artist on insta made a lovely prompt list, i decided to participate on it and i adored the result so much i also wanted to share it here

day 1 is fav driver(s) and i couldn't choose only one....

all of them have such a special place on my heart, they all deserve to be in this drawing

[honestlydarkprincess]

jess | 26 | they/she | queer/nb | #tuserjw 18+! MDNI I will block you!

welcome to my blog! you'll find all sorts here, anything that interests me really 

my ao3

fandoms: jennifer's body, nbc hannibal, the walking dead, teen wolf, 911, dead boy detectives, criminal minds, merlin, the 100, percy jackson, stardew valley, scream, yellowjackets, slay the princess, the pitt, barbie

ships: buckmaddie, madney, buddie, cegan, negan/lucille, negan/lucille/lydia, negan/lydia, hannigram, sterek, steter, thiam, halecest, bellarke, jennifer/needy, payneland, palasaki, merthur, morgwen, arthur/morgana, sambucky, mistynat, jackieshauna, lottienat, lottiecallie, callieshauna, sadeckicest, kingdon

warning: this is a proshipping, multishipping/multifandom, dead dove loving, problematic blog<3 you'll find themes such as incest, cannibalism, non/dubcon, murder husbands/wives, age gaps, power dynamics, unethical and unhealthy relationships, etc. so keep that in mind<3

tumblr links: writing tag | art tag | meme tag | edit tag

other links: my ko-fi | art insta

Current Prompt WIPs under the cut! Send me a prompt and I'll maybe write it! Can be for any of the pairings in my ship list above!

BuckMaddie/Baddie

the kidnapping fic

trans buck

"your body was made for mine"

quiet slow childhood bedroom sex

anonymously sexting each other

baddie/tommy -> tommy finds out about buckmaddie and is surprisingly okay with it, threesome ensues

t4t baddie -> mayhaps maddie teaches buck how to shave or smth

baddie exhibitionism

maddie has nipple piercings

boxing ring semi public

buck teaches maddie how to squirt

freeuse baddie with maddie trying to reign in buck 1.0

Yellowjackets

callie getting finger fucked by lottie during their sleepover

mistynat fucking nasty after nat breaks into misty’s house the first time

SamBucky

sam goes out on a mission and gets hurt/bucky rescues him

[buzzyb33]

Prompt: while planning the new sidemen video, Ethan makes sure you get the best time by taking you to Poland, may be the cheap team but make sure you got the greatest time.

Warnings: spoilers for sideman Sunday on 29/10/23, mentions of hair colour and length,

Got you into all of the great bookings.

Really giddy from airports both in GREAT moods as you hop around the airport.

Taking photos of you in your sideman hoodie, hair down, glasses identical to his, your AirPod Max’s while sipping on Starbucks, going straight to his insta story.

Sleeping on his chest in first class.

Booked loads stupid activities for you as it’s your first time in Poland!!

Filling your insta story with site seeings and pictures of josh (being a dad), JJ frowning and Tobi enjoying himself.

Let you sleep with some jet lag while he surprised the other 3 members, leaving you with a sweet text.

In the morning he had you by his side, not on camera perse, just next to the camera men as JJ excitedly spent his (and some of Tobi’s) money on a horse ride.

“Why are you tea bagging a pigeon?..” I mumble to myself, Josh turns to me to shake his head, Ethan doesn’t seem to hear me as JJ approaches, I stay at Ethan’s side as Tobi shakes his head. They all seem disappointed.

“He lead them to us..” I smile and pull my hood down, in a matter of minutes- the boys are surrounded by people and I step away, sure I make content but no where near as big as my boyfriend as I made more gaming videos.

I wait and I see a teenage girl looking at me with a hesitant look, I smile and she approaches me.

She gulps. “Y/-N, right- yeah- I know you, can- I have a photo?” She mumbles

"Please?" She asks softly, her voice gentle, gripping her phone with shaky hands, I grin and nod, snapping a photo

Most of the time I stood next to Steve (the bodyguard) holding onto Ethan’s glasses.

“We’re going to a bunny café? That’s fucking sick- though I did think Poland was more famous for their ducks and boars.” I smile, immediately buying a pair of bunny ears and slotting myself next to Tobi.

grinning a lot and enjoy the trip, he loves seeing her happy.

Ethan holding your hand as you two trail behind the others.

When you two get back to the room just falling asleep holding each other the second you get into your room.

Ethan and JJ getting calls from the other boys and all 8 of you talking on the phone in a random restaurant.

Though, if you didn’t eat with the boys Ethan definitely paid for your whole day out consisting of feeding ducks, spas, hair done, polish massages, and making sure you enjoy yourself.

Ahem, thanked him

Calling him halfway through the day thanking him and giggling about feeding the ducks.

“I’ll see you later- I have to Uhm, what’s it called? Oh yeah I’m going to this restaurant where they have.. cucumber soup? I dunno, love you though, have fun.” I grin into the phone.

“Alright- love you too have fun, see you later, love.” He clears his throat as he hangs up, trying to contain his smirk utterly from his girlfriends excitement.

“You just use these videos for Y/ns benefit- and you for Freya.” Tobi says as they roam the wax shop, looking at all the poorly made celebrities.

“Mhm..” Ethan dismisses.

Ethan leaves the boys to get on their Ryan air as he comes back to hotel room, you packed for him as you headed to the airport, you thanked him and hugged him- swaying side to side.

When you got on the plane he proceeded to take photos of you sleeping on his chest, nuzzling into him.

The fans got FED. Absolutely FED.

A/n: 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Love little head cannons, nope you do too, REQUEST anything on my character list, I will get to it ASAP.

[illuminchim]

Hellllppp

I'm going to try and do an inktober for the first time, and this list made by Jamiedraws_ on insta is great.

I have some ideas for the prompts that I have marked (I plan to combine some of them), but for the rest, I have no idea what to drawand. So It'll be great if you could give me some ideas? It could be kind of like a request (?)

[whichmoss-art]

#insectober23 on Instagram or here if you want to participate!! I made my very own inktober prompt list y’all 😎 insects only! Check it out @ whichmoss on insta

[springurz]

Spring bonnie made you a cake! How nice :)

This is for fnaftober day 1! The prompt list by Mikole.pen on insta

[asliverofsun]

🚨ATTENTION ALL ARTISTS, WRITERS, & CREATIVES🚨 You have ‘til 10/30, 9PM PST TO LET THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT AI 🤖

They want answers on all kinds of questions, like training datasets ingesting creatives' works or the copyrightability of outputs. Here’s a guide I transcribed from my Twitter on how to get started:

On the comment submission page, there is the “Notice of Inquiry” document where the Office literally gives you what questions they want answers to (p12-21) - and there’s a LOT of them. Like, 50 at least. (It’s honestly so prohibitive to the average creative, which is why I made this guide). You DON’T have to answer every single question - just pick the ones that speak to you the most or ones you understand the best! To make it easier, here’s an edited list of questions that are most relevant for creatives

You DON’T have to be based in the US to submit a comment. In fact, the Office asks for examples of how other countries approach copyright & AI (Q#4), so if you live in places like Britain, Japan, etc. that have made major moves in those areas (for better or worse), leave a comment!

Below are some important questions for actors and VAs in particular. Though voice and likeness aren’t generally protected by copyright law, the Office is interested in hearing how AI may be impacted by state laws involving right of publicity or unfair competition (Q#30, Q#31).

📝WRITING TIPS📝

The Copyright Office’s goal is to create the best policy. Be clear, be constructive, and explain the reasoning behind your position. Wherever possible, counter the other side’s arguments. One well supported comment is more influential than 1000 copy paste ones!

Provide evidence - facts, expert opinions, your personal experience. How is AI already impacting you? Your industry? How will it impact you in the future? What are some stories you've seen in the news or social media about AI?

The Office is also VERY interested in any papers or studies relevant to AI and copyright (Q #3), so feel free to include a link to this incredibly informative paper on AI’s impact on artists

Be sure to mention any relevant personal or professional experience and credentials to lend more weight to your arguments, i.e. # of years drawing, years in the industry, major projects, awards won, union membership, etc

Here are some solid comments submitted by artist Kelly McKernan and screenwriter Bill Wolkoff if you want to see some examples

OTHER TIPS (courtesy of my ADHD brain): Schedule a block of time to write your thoughts out! Coordinate a little sesh with your friends! Keep a copy of your work in a separate doc! It’s so important that we get our concerns and ideas out there 💪

YOUR COMMENTS will not only inform the Office’s own work in determining what protections creatives may receive in the face of AI, but also inform their advice to Congress on potential generative AI legislation - so make your voices heard and SPREAD THE WORD! 📢📢📢

If you want to stay informed on this issue, particularly as it concerns visual artists, I highly recommend you follow @kortizart @ZakugaMignon @stealcase @chiefluddite @JonLamArt @ravenben @human_artistry on twitter and AI ML Advocacy on Insta (I don’t know of any tumblr blogs that actively follow this issue, so please reblog/comment below if you do!)

You also may know about the Concept Artist Association’s GoFundMe to represent artist voices in government - they made some big moves in the regulatory and congressional space, and are now fundraising for year two! 🙌🙌🙌

tagging some very cool creatives I follow that I believe care about how AI impacts their craft so this post doesn't die in the tumblr void 🫡

@neil-gaiman @geneslovee @anarchistfrogposting @pimientosdulces @sabertoothwalrus @simkjrs @loish @waneella @tunabuna @writing-prompt-s @logicalbookthief @bedupolker