#i admire his tunnel vision

[strangerwheelerthings]

The Snowball Dance

Unfortunately, it took me a while before Nancy became my favorite character, but one of the most important scenes towards that jump in ranking was the Snowball Dance, when she asked Dustin to dance with her. First off, it's already kind of sweet that she was willing to be a chaperone at the dance in the first place. However, it’s that simple act of kindness that really lets her character shine.

Nancy was friends with the party, sometime before season one. She has genuine relationships with all the boys, even though insecurity and other teenager-doms have distanced them. Even though she no longer talks to them much, she still cares a lot. She notices them, and pays attention to their feelings. When Nancy caught sight of Dustin’s dejection, she didn’t just smile encouragingly, or go over to give him some sort of pep talk. She had far too much empathy for the reality of his situation for that. Nancy was a social outcast without many friends herself. She genuinely felt for him in that moment, and understood. It wasn’t pity that moved her, but compassion. 

Still, sitting and comforting him would have been an act of compassion in and of itself. Nancy asked him to dance instead. She kept in mind how it might have looked to his peers, and decided to attempt to use that in his favor instead of invoking pity; a pretty older girl wanted to dance with him. 

It's such a simple scene with no real hidden layers, which makes it hard to really dissect. But that same concept could have been handled in a hundred different ways without it being so pure and good as it was. Nancy could have come across as kind of uncomfortable with it, instead of being so focused on him. She didn’t have to be so sweet as she gently taught him on how to dance with a girl more naturally and less awkwardly. She wasn’t exactly sure what to say to make him feel better, but everything she did say was genuine. She kept it lighthearted, but I think she really believed everything she said; he was her favorite of Mike's friends, and he really would capture some girls hearts when he grew up.

She then proceeded to make sure he had a genuinely good time, laughing and joking with him.

The Heart of Nancy Wheeler Masterpost

#No matter how much he annoys her sometimes I don’t doubt that Dustin really was her favorite #and not just because of his little crush #Nancy could relate to him far more than I think he’ll ever know #He’s so smart but so bullheaded and blunt sometimes #He’s passionate and curious but in a way that can put people off sometimes with the intensity and tunnel vision aspect of it #He’s a social outcast too but he’s so much more willing to ignore that and be who he is at that age than Nancy was #I think she admires that about him #i have so many feelings about this scene #but its so difficult to put into any kind of comprehensible words #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #stranger things #the heart of nancy wheeler #nancy & the party

[ja3yun]

Royal Sacrifice | S.JY

prince!jake x maid!fem reader warnings: fluff, angst, smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, heartbreak, my attempt to write posh-ish, anti-monarchy vibes throughout, mentions of violence, petnames (my love, sweetheart), not proofread, anything else lmk! wc: 7.1k synopsis: your secret relationship with prince jaeyun is all you could have dreamed of, however, you're rudely awakened when your lover tells you some devastating news.

part 2 a/n: surprise! you're all sick of me i know, but i wanted to post this before it sat in my drafts too long and i overthought to the point of never posting it </3 i changed up my writing style a little to fit the aesthetic of it all and idk if it worked but enjoy anyway! also, this is for the people asking me to post more jake <3

"Tonight demands nothing short of perfection from each and every one of you. Not a single mishap or slip-up will be tolerated. Should I catch so much as a hair or button out of place, rest assured, I will personally request your head." The Chamberlain's voice, firm and commanding, spreads through the grand corridor, her gaze penetrating the maids and footmen.

As she paced back and forth, the bright torch cast a soft glow against the polished marble floors, illuminating the intricate patterns etched into its surface. Each uniform was meticulously inspected, and every seam and crease was subjected to intense scrutiny. The weight of the impending event hung heavy in the air, thick with anticipation.

Tonight, within the confines of the castle walls, the royals and social elite would congregate for the year's largest gala. It was an exhibit of greatness, with the chosen guests flaunting their rank and power.

For the last seven months, you have wandered the castle's hallways as an insignificant maid to the Royal family of Glengyre. Your hands were battered from hours of labour and your spirit dwindled to the hardships of the job, but you had to do it.

You weren’t exactly invited into the castle, in fact, you had snuck your way in through the war tunnels underneath and begged the head housekeeper, Miss Son, to place you on her team.

Being born into a working-class household, you were all too familiar with the misery of poverty. With your parents absent and your siblings relying on your meagre earnings from the bakery, you carried the burden of duty from an early age. Survival had been your main priority, with every move controlled by the never-ending search for food and security; this was the job you needed. 

Once you convinced Miss Son to give you a position, you were mindful to keep a low profile, sticking to your duties and never causing trouble. You dare not even breathe too loud next to the monarchy, each of them vicious and gruel in their own ways.

Yet amidst the icy family, there existed one beacon of warmth and compassion - Prince Jaeyun, the only heir to the throne.

He was the kindest man you had ever met, his values and ideals so drastically different from his fathers; all he ever wanted was peace and equality for the kingdom of Glengyre. His opinions echoed your own, his vision for the kingdom a testament to his noble character.

Everyone adored him, captivated by those puppy dog eyes and his wide, wholesome smile. Jaeyun had a magnetic charm that drew people to him effortlessly.

And yet, amidst the throngs of admirers, he reserved his heart only for you.

Jaeyun was familiar with all the staff, each face and name etched into his memory. So, when you suddenly appeared to clean the Library, he took immediate notice of you.

“I don’t believe we have met,” Jaeyun bows his head slightly to you, causing confusion to spread over your face. Men of his status shouldn’t be talking to you, let alone show you this level of respect, “Has The Chamberlain begun to hire new staff for that god-awful ball already?” he chuckles.

You’re transfixed by his question and his beauty, it’s not every day a Prince speaks to you, let alone so casually.

With this being your first job at such a level, you don’t know what to do. Typically, all maids get training and lessons on how to approach any member of the Royal Court, however, due to the nature of your employment, that part was skipped.

Jaeyun raises a brow, “Miss, are you alright? You look dreadfully pale,” he shows concern for you, even when he has no need to.

Quickly, you bow, “I am so sorry, Your Highness. I-I have been here for a while. Perhaps I have just blended into the background,” you offer as an explanation.

“A woman as beautiful as you could never blend in with this dreary decor” he smiles, holding out his hand, “Can I push you for your name?”

He waits expectantly, his palm outstretched as it waits for you to place your delicate hand into his. You didn’t need training to know you should never touch a member of the Royal Family, so you stay stagnant.

Noticing your apprehension, Jaeyun smiles and reaches his hand down to grab yours. You don’t want to say you felt a spark as soon as his hand graced yours but between you both, you could easily power up the castle generators.

He feels it too, the pull you had on him has been cemented by this moment, “I’m Prince Jaeyun,” leaning down he kisses your knuckles, maintaining eye contact with you as he does so.

The Prince is mesmerising.

“Y/N, Your Highness. My name is Y/N,” your voice is wavering as your body is shaken by his act. You aren’t scared of him, you’re just shocked by his kindness.

“Y/N…a name as breathtaking as its owner.”

Since that day, Jaeyun hasn’t left your side, his presence constant as he finds any excuse to be in the room you’re working in, his conversations tailored to draw out your thoughts and passions.

To him, your background was irrelevant; he saw the depth of your character and your mind's brilliance. Every exchange deepened his admiration for you, weaving an unbreakable bond between you both.

Secret notes and clandestine meetings became the norm, each encounter is a stolen moment of shared laughter and intimate conversation. Jaeyun was captivated by your wisdom and fascinated by your unique perspective on the world.

In your second month at the castle, on the moonlit balcony of his bed chambers, he kissed you, declaring his love for you in the same breath. From that moment on, he was not just a prince but your prince, devoted entirely to you.

The Chamberlain gives you all one final check before sending you out, her excitement palpable as she practically squeals, "Places everyone, this is a big night!"

As far as you and the rest of your team are concerned, tonight is just another ball, one hosted nearly every month. But The Chamberlain's demeanour suggests otherwise - someone vastly important must be attending. The air crackles with anticipation, and whispers ripple through the servant ranks, speculating on the identity of the esteemed guest.

As you all fall into line at the entrance, you wait for the party to begin.

The sight of everyone's extravagant gowns and suits is awe-inspiring. Each guest seems to sparkle, adorned in riches that could feed your family for years. It serves as a striking reminder of the kingdom's vast disparities. Meanwhile, the servants stand in their modest uniforms, hardly visible amid the sea of finery.

It irks you to know that these people, who all have some power in ruling your home, could not care less about the people within it.

“You two, come with me,” The Chamberlain beckons you and the girl beside you to follow her, snapping her fingers as she hurries you along to the kitchen.

With little instruction, she thrusts a tray full of champagne into your hands. “Once empty, you come right back. I do not want to see one moment where you are not serving some form of beverage. Understood?”

“Yes, Madam Chamberlain,” you both say in unison as you bow and make your way to the Great Hall. The palace is now teeming with people from all corners of the kingdom, the room resonating with laughter and chatter. You'd find it enjoyable if you deemed any of these people tolerable. Drinks disappear and reappear from your silver tray, and not a single word of gratitude is uttered.

Finally, the Royal family enters the hall, with the King standing strongly at the front and his Queen elegantly alongside him, their presence commanding attention as they survey the gathering with royal poise, looking for the most important person in the room beside themselves.

However, Jaeyun is not like the others. Amidst the pomp and its beauty, his sight is drawn to a person considerably less notable.

In an instant, his attention falls on you, a delicate smile gracing his lips as he lifts his brow in discrete acknowledgement, a silent greeting in a noisy environment. The difficulties of being in a secret relationship with someone so far above your social status weigh hard; even in the same area, being seen with Jaeyun is a luxury you cannot afford.

Excusing himself from his family, he greets people on his way over to you, captivating the whole room as he does so. To everyone else, he appears to be merely working the room, exchanging pleasantries with ease, but you, standing in quiet anticipation, know better.

In that moment, it's as if the entire hall fades away, leaving only you and Jaeyun in your own private world. He moves closer, each step filled with purpose, each smile and gesture meant only for you.

As he approaches, his every move exudes royalty. It’s impossible to deny that Jaeyun was born to be king.

"Can I take one of these to lighten your workload?” Jaeyun asks with a playful glint in his eyes, already reaching for a flute of champagne.

You dip your head in a respectful curtsy, mindful not to spill the drinks as you balance the tray precariously. Miss Son's strict instructions echo in your mind - no engaging with royalty at events, let your body speak for your tongue.

But sometimes, Jaeyun takes that directive too literally.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Jaeyun says, his voice low and intimate. You hear a collective sigh from some nearby girls, their attention momentarily diverted from their own conversations to admire the Prince and his effortless charm.

Walking to stand next to you, his arm brushes yours as he looks in the opposite direction to you, he whispers just loud enough for you to hear, “Should I tell them I’m happily taken or would you like to put them in their place after hours?” his tone is laced with playful mischief. 

“I would much rather occupy my time after hours with someone else,” you reply with a smirk, keeping your head facing forward to maintain composure.

You can't see it, but you feel the shift in Jaeyun's expression, a flicker of excitement, a hint of anticipation. His eyes dart briefly to yours, a silent exchange of mischief passing between you.

“Well, tell him he’s the luckiest man in the world,” Jaeyun responds, his voice tinged with amusement.

“Doesn’t he already know that?” you retort, a lively glint dancing in your eyes.

Jaeyun's hand lightly grazes your back, “Believe me, he will never forget,” he says wistfully as he turns away, seamlessly slipping back into his role of mingling with the guests. The lingering warmth of his touch leaves you breathless, your heart pounding with excitement at the thought that despite the separation now, he will be tangled in your body and soul later on.

The rowdy girls behind you giggle, their voices rising over the bustle of the hall as they discuss the Prince's past escapades with their cousins and sisters, whispering about how they hope they could spend just one night with him.

Jaeyun's reputation spread beyond the castle gates. He was renowned as a charming playboy, a Casanova whose dalliances sparked chatter across the kingdom. Every week, a new maiden appeared, talking about their alleged "hot affair" with the heir. It was enough to make anyone apprehensive, and you were no different. You maintained your guard up at first, rejecting his advances, refusing to become just another conquest in his succession of women.

But the more you spoke with him, as you shared moments and secrets in the quiet corners of the palace, you came to realise that the instant flurry of admiration you felt was not one-sided. Jaeyun's heart beats for you and you alone. 

You discovered in him a love that went beyond gossip and whispers, a love based on trust and understanding. With that realisation, your reservations vanished, replaced by a deep assurance that Jaeyun was yours, and you were his, now and forever - or for as long as you could keep this illicit affair going.

The bell sounds, its loud chime cutting through the murmurs and whispers of the gathered guests, signalling you and the others to proceed to the main door of the castle.

"May I please introduce King James and Queen Elizabeth of the Lethamhill Kingdom, and their daughter, Princess Mia," the Master of Ceremonies declares, his voice full of power.

The announcement strikes like a thunderbolt, bringing the audience to a profound silence. Nobody had expected the arrival of the Royals of Lethamhill and the astonishment is evident as you look around to see a sea of stunned faces. Whispers spread like wildfire across the crowd as each visitor grapples with the implications of this unexpected situation.

Lethamhill and Glengyre are currently involved in delicate discussions about the possible unification of the kingdoms, a topic of enormous political importance. According to what Jaeyun has told you, these conversations have been stressful, with no definite agreement reached so far. The presence of the Lethamhill Royals at this gathering signifies a historic point between the two kingdoms.

The struggle between the two kingdoms has caused irreparable destruction, including starvation, poverty, sickness, and a staggering loss of life. It would take something genuinely extraordinary for both parties to put aside their differences and work together in peace.

Your eyes meet Jaeyun’s across the room, and you can see the fury simmering beneath the surface of his composed facade at the sudden intrusion. Yet, even as anger flashes in his eyes, you can sense the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.

No one knows quite how to react to this unexpected turn of events, each guest grappling with their own thoughts and fears as they await the next move from the Lethamhills.

“Please, do not stop on our account, continue the festivities,” King James proclaims, his voice carrying a jovial tone, a vibrant smile gracing his features.

As the party continues and dinner is served, guests settle into their assigned seats, laughter and conversation filling the air as they merrily drink the castle dry. Surprisingly, the presence of the Lethamhill Royals doesn't disrupt the flow of the event, instead, it seems to enhance it. Many see this as a reconciliation party now, eagerly awaiting the announcement that could potentially solidify peace between the two kingdoms.

Your role for the evening is clear: shut up and stand to the side, only interacting if called upon. It's undoubtedly the most tedious part of the night. Being on your feet for hours on end, catering to the whims of the guests is exhausting enough but enduring the occasional push or intentional spillage of drinks on your uniform from some of the more unruly guests adds insult to injury. 

The other worst part of the evening was the sight of Princess Mia draped all over your lover, her hands roaming possessively over his chest and arms as if they were hers to claim. Each touch felt like a dagger to your heart, stirring a tumultuous mix of jealousy and hurt within you.

Jaeyun attempted to gently remove her, pushing her away with as much politeness as he could but she stubbornly refused to listen. Occasionally, his eyes would flicker to you with a sympathy, silently communicating his regret at the situation and how you must be feeling. He would never wish for you to be hurt.

Telepathically, you reassure him that it's okay, that you understand and trust him implicitly. After all, it's not his fault that another woman - a tall, beautiful, rich, and powerful woman at that - feels entitled to touch him. His efforts to remove himself from the situation already speak volumes, and you take some solace in his unwavering loyalty.

But despite your attempts to rationalise, the bitterness lingers, a bitter pill that's difficult to swallow.

Standing on the sidelines affords you the opportunity to observe the dynamics of the entire top table, not just Jaeyun. The Kings engage in whispered conversations and the Queens gossip amongst themselves. It's as if no blood had ever been shed between their kingdoms.

The casual camaraderie displayed by those responsible for the devastating conflicts between their kingdoms makes you sick to your stomach. How can they be so chummy, so nonchalant, when their irresponsible fighting has caused so much pain and suffering to countless lives? It's a reminder of the callousness of those in power, their indifference to the consequences of their actions leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

Suddenly, you see your King rise and tap Jaeyun on the shoulder, ushering him into an undisclosed location. The urgency of the gesture sends a ripple of apprehension through you, and you can only presume that he is finally letting Jaeyun in on the reason for the Lethamhills' unexpected presence.

“Why do you suppose they are here, Y/N?” Heejin, the girl to your right, asks in a hushed breath, her voice tinged with concern.

“I can’t say for certain, but I fear it won’t be for the champagne and escalope,” you reply, turning to face her, your expression mirroring her worry.

And when Jaeyun re-enters the hall, you know that your apprehension was not unfounded. His face is devoid of the charismatic expression he had worn for most of the night. 

The king wears a stern expression, clearly unamused with whatever his son has to say in rebuttal to his conversation. 

Something is deeply wrong

You scream at him with your eyes, silently urging him to look at you, but he doesn't, his gaze fixed straight ahead. It's clear that whatever transpired in that conversation has deeply unsettled him, and you ache to know what happened.

“Excuse me, Miss Son, but may I please go to the lavatory?” you ask your head maid, hoping to slip away unnoticed. Her disdainful scoff is the only response, urging you to return quickly.

With a bow of gratitude, you glide towards the exit, silently willing Jaeyun to notice your movements and follow you. Your eyes briefly meet his, and he nods, understanding your need for a private conversation.

You arrive at your usual secret spot - the Council Chamber - a place where every decision is made and policies are signed. It's a room steeped in history and power, but also secrecy and intimacy. Old men come here to dictate the fate of the kingdom they supposedly love.

Jaeyun recommended this particular room as a defiant ‘fuck you’ against societal norms of hierarchy and privilege. It's ironic, considering he's made love to you on every surface of the place, turning his statement from metaphorical to literal.

Tracing your fingers over the spine of the old book laid on the desk, the door swings open suddenly, causing your heart to race with surprise. You quickly straighten up, trying to compose yourself as Jaeyun strides into the room.

“Did I frighten you, my love?” he asks softly, a hint of amusement in his voice as he approaches you.

You shake your head, “No, not at all,” you say trying to ease yourself, straightening your uniform and brushing the dust off your front. He always laughed when you tidied yourself for his presence, a habit when you’re faced with Royalty. You’re hardly unacquainted, the portraits hanging on the room walls can testify to that.

Finally reaching you, Jaeyun's hands find their way to your hips as he traps you between him and the oak desk. His eyes glance behind you to see what you were looking at, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Ah, the old laws that have kept this country from falling apart. To be lived and breathed by,” Jaeyun's voice carries a mix of sarcasm and despair.

“Laws that keep the rich rich and the poor poor,” you respond bitterly, your thoughts drifting back to your family and friends struggling back home.

Jaeyun's hands move up to your back, offering a reassuring rub. “I hate it too, Y/N,” he admits, his heart heavy with the weight of his people's suffering under his father's rule. He hugs you tighter, a silent reassurance of his solidarity and commitment to change, commitment to you. 

Leaning back, he strokes your face adoringly with his middle finger, “You look so delicate tonight,” his voice conveying his love for you. Even dressed in rags, he still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.

“More delicate than Princess Mia?” You don’t mean it to come across as bitter, yet, it does.

Jaeyun shakes his head disapprovingly, a tiny glint of amusement in his eyes, “My darling love, are you jealous?”

“She is ravishing,” you reply. Princess Mia is everything you are not, it wouldn’t be misplaced for you to be slightly envious of her. You know the Princess could have anyone she desires, and if circumstances were different in which Jaeyun wasn’t hopelessly in love with you, she could probably have him too. That information would unsettle any lover to know.

Jaeyun places a feather-light kiss on your forehead, “She doesn’t hold a flame to your light, Y/N,” he says with such genuine love that you might believe him if you weren’t clad in a spilt-on uniform and tired eyes that reflect the brutality of being a measly servant.

But Jaeyun would never see you that way.

His lips swoop down to yours, capturing you in a breathtaking kiss, planting his deal of assurance on your lips. The way his mouth is melting into your own is enough to make your knees lose their strength. Jaeyun’s thumb rubs your hips tenderly as he deepens the kiss, trying to make the taste of you last the rest of the night.

Pulling back for a breath, you recollect yourself, smiling at him happily but as you gaze into his eyes you see something sorrowful hiding behind him. It wasn’t until this moment you forgot why you even snuck away to see him in the first place.

“The King seemed displeased,” you state the obvious, hoping he will enlighten you somewhat to the reason for the private discussion.

“He is an idiot, nothing more,” he spits back, eyes avoiding yours as if he’s scared of you suddenly. You have never seen him so angry yet sullen.

Reaching your cold palm to his warm cheek, you begin to pry further, “Jaeyun-” 

Your query is cut short by his lips once again enveloping yours, the intensity of his kiss a silent plea for you to cease your questioning. It's unlike Jaeyun to keep secrets from you; usually, even the most classified information finds its way past his lips and into your ears. So naturally, his reluctance to share the details of his conversation with the King sets off alarm bells in your mind.

But as his touches grow more insistent, his lips trailing fiery kisses along your neck and his fingers daringly inching up your skirt, your thoughts become increasingly muddled. It's difficult to focus on anything other than the intoxicating sensation of his tongue against yours, the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

You hate that he won’t confide in you, that he's keeping you in the dark about something so significant. Yet, at this moment, you find yourself unable - and unwilling - to complain. Not when every touch, every caress, sends sparks of desire coursing through your veins.

“Jaeyun, I don’t have time,” you manage to groan out amidst a wave of pleasure, the urgency of the situation gnawing at the back of your mind. Miss Son could come looking for you at any moment, and you've already pushed your luck by leaving your duties unattended. There's simply no way you can disappear for long enough to satisfy Jaeyun's desires.

But he seems determined to ignore your protests, his fervour only intensifying as he continues to explore every inch of your body. In this stolen moment of passion, time seems to stand still, the outside world fading into insignificance as you lose yourself in the intoxicating embrace of your forbidden.

With each caress, each whispered endearment, you feel yourself falling deeper under his spell, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his affection.

But as much as you crave the blissfulness of his embrace, a nagging voice in the back of your mind reminds you of the consequences of your actions. You can't afford to be caught in such a compromising position, not when the stakes are so high and the dangers so real. Just down the hallway is a room full of people who would kill either of you for this affair.

"Jaeyun, we can't," you finally manage to gasp out, your voice tinged with desperation as you push against his chest, trying to put some distance between you. "Someone could walk in at any moment."

For a fleeting moment, Jaeyun's passion seems to falter, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. But then, with a determined glint in his eyes, he pulls you closer, his lips claiming yours in a desperate kiss.

"I don't care," he whispers against your lips, his voice husky with desire. "I need you, Y/N. Now more than ever."

The tone of his voice dings your attention, it’s pleading and needy which would be normal if his words didn’t waver, lip quivering slightly. The conversation with his father had affected him more than you know, and he dared not confess what it was regarding.

With a sense of urgency in his veins, Jaeyun hoists you onto the desk, his hands promptly pushing your skirt up and yanking down your underwear, revealing your core to him in all its delicious glory. His breath stops in his throat at the sight, and his need for you becomes stronger than ever.

He licks his lips hungrily, wishing he could taste you, savouring the wetness that gleams between your thighs like morning dew. He wants to drink you in and lose himself in your folds.

But time is not on his side, he knows this, nonetheless, the throbbing between his thighs, the thumping want for release, is too strong to ignore. He was so desperate for you to suck in his cock with your heat, he didn’t think he had the restraint to wait for it any longer.

His need for you is mirrored in your face and body as you edge yourself closer to the end of the desk, spreading your legs as he undoes his ivory dress trousers and lets his shaft spring free of its constraint.

“Can I please?” he asks softly but with urgency, the tip of his member already primed to enter you, the question just a matter of formality at this point.

“Please, Jaeyun, have me,” you whisper into his mouth and with a low groan of need, Jaeyun surrenders to his instincts, his desire overwhelming as he slips inside you with effortless ease. No matter how many times he makes love to you, the sensation of being so intimately connected to you never fails to amaze him. It's as if you were made perfectly for each other, two souls destined to intertwine. He thanks God every day for bringing you to his side. 

His thrusts are pointed, to make this quick while also giving you both the release you desperately needed. Your tight pussy grasps every inch of him deliciously, accommodating his size yet giving him just enough resistance to squeeze the tip of his cock.

Gripping his shoulders tightly, you anchor yourself to him as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming more frantic with each passing moment. You moan loudly through your bitten lips, trying your hardest to stay quiet; he was pounding into you so good you just can’t help the noises leaving your mouth, completely rending you dumb to his touch.

The sound of your gasps and mewls fills the air, a symphony of pleasure that drives Jaeyun wild with desire. Each cry, each whimper, only serves to fuel his drive, pushing him further into the depths of ecstasy as he loses himself in the rhythm of your bodies moving together as one. 

Arching your back leaves the nape of your neck exposed, inviting Jaeyun to sink into it with his teeth, easily leaving a red mark. It’s the first time he has ever done something like this, to leave physical marks on your body that aren’t the bruises from his tight grip; those were easy to hide, but this one wouldn’t be.

“Ah, Jaeyun, what are you doing?” your bated breath whisps past his ear yet he doesn’t hear you, lost in the feeling of fucking you silly. He sucks and licks at the base of your throat, possessed by his need to claim you as his.

“My love,” he brings his face up to lock your eyes together once more, his cock hammering into you still with force, “Tell me you'll be mine forever," he begs, his words hanging in the air between you like an urgent vow. The intensity of his stare and the sheer emotion in his speech leave you breathless, your heart racing in your chest as you try to find the words to answer.

Tears fill his lashline, and his eyes are unexpectedly vulnerable. In that moment, you can see the depth of his love for you and also his sudden fear that he might lose you. The sudden change in emotion takes you by surprise, your Jaeyun who is usually confident and strong in moments like this is now yearning for confirmation of your love.

"Yes, Jaeyun," you say, your voice barely audible as you completely yield to him, "I'll be yours forever,” It’s a truthful answer, the only one who you can see yourself being with for the rest of your life, long or short, is him. Your Prince Jaeyun.

He shakes his head and screws his eyes shut, seemingly shaking his internal thoughts out of his brain to make way for your reassuring ones. “I can’t lose you, my love. I can’t…I won’t,” he rambles, the rhythm of his thrusts depleting, signifying that he’s close to the edge.

To distract him from his inner monologue, you cradle his face, kissing all over his lips and cheeks. If you can do one thing for him, it’s to instil in him the fact that you will always be his love, until death do you part.

“Y/N, my sweet love,” he whispers sadly, “Don’t let me go,” his plea is muffled by his lips kissing your palms. 

You have no idea what could cause this sudden cast of doubt in his mind.

Jaeyun’s right hand moves to your sensitive nub, circling it with his thumb as he tries to coax you to completion. His hips buck sloppily, overwhelmed with the raw emotion and need to cum inside of you. 

The bubbling heat between your tummy and pussy consumes you, the climax Jaeyun has worked so hard out of you finally spilling over his shaft and down yourself. Your legs shake violently as he continues to rub your clit in earnest. 

The way your body contracts and walls clench around him also sends him to the brink, his seed filling you up quickly, each spurt dripping down your canal and onto your inner garments. The Prince keeps himself stuffed inside you as he pants, unsure of when he will finally be done.

Resting his head on your shoulder, he breathes out softly, trying to calm his panting and heart rate down. He knows he shouldn’t have asked you to stay with him forever, to promise to love him for eternity, but he couldn’t help himself. He needed to hear it almost more than he needed to find his release. 

With a final kiss on your lips, he removes himself from you, retrieving his handkerchief from his pocket to catch the cum falling from you. While he does so, you can see his mind shouting so loud you could almost hear it, or maybe it was just because you are both so attuned to one another.

You have to find out what is happening and why he is acting so strangely.

As Jaeyun tucks himself back in and discards his handkerchief, you watch him closely, your heart heavy with concern. There's a weight in the air, a silent tension that hangs between you like a thick fog, and you can't help but feel the ache of his unspoken fears.

Jumping off the desk, you fix your underwear and approach him slowly, your movements deliberate as you reach out to straighten his jacket. Your touch is gentle, “Please, Jaeyun,” you implore softly, your voice barely a whisper as you search his eyes for answers, "Let me in. What are your worries?"

But Jaeyun remains silent, his gaze averted as he avoids your questioning eyes. You can see the pain etched into every line of his face, the fear and uncertainty that threaten to consume him whole. And yet, he can't bring himself to speak the words that weigh so heavily on his soul, scared that if he does. It’ll all be too real.

You can sense his hesitation, his reluctance to confront the truth that lies buried deep within him. But you refuse to give up, determined to stand by his side no matter what challenges may come your way.

Gently, you place a hand on his cheek, guiding his gaze to meet yours as you speak from the depths of your heart. "Jaeyun," you whisper, your voice filled with love and understanding. "You don't have to face this alone. Whatever it is, we'll face it together. I promise."

“That’s just the thing, Y/N,” he begins, voice trembling, “the King has put me in a predicament I cannot get out of,” he leans into your touch, craving your comfort.

Tilting your head, you stroke your thumb over the flushed apple of his cheeks, “What are you talking about?” you ask nervously.

Swallowing the thickness of his turmoil, he speaks lowly, “He has arranged my marriage to Princess Mia of Lethamhill.”

As Jaeyun reveals the truth of his arranged marriage to Princess Mia of Lethamhill, a heavy silence descends upon the room. Your heart sinks at the revelation, a knot of pain and disappointment tightening in your chest. This isn't the news you wanted to hear, the realisation crashing down on you like a wave of icy water.

"Oh..." The word escapes your lips, your mind reeling with the implications of Jaeyun's confession. It's a bitter pill to swallow, the knowledge that your secret love is soon belong to another, bound by duty and obligation.

Retracting your hand from his face, you take a step back, the distance between you a painful reminder of the barriers between you. But before you can retreat any further, Jaeyun reaches out to stop you, his eyes pleading for your understanding.

“My beautiful girl, I told him no,” he implores desperately, hoping you don’t think that he didn’t fight against this preposterous idea, “How could I ever marry her when my true love is already by my side?”

His words offer you a sense of relief, however, you know the King wouldn’t let him away with a simple ‘no’ in regards to this marriage, “I surmise he did not take it well?” 

"Of course, he didn't," Jaeyun's voice is bitter and cold, his body tensing as he recalls the conversation with his father. "If I do not marry her, the proposed treaty between our kingdoms will be broken, and there will be conflict."

He was the glue to bond the kingdoms, it was all on him to marry this woman he didn’t know in the name of unification. He is being used as a pawn in this game of power and manipulation and it makes you wonder whether Princess Mia is also going through the same distress, although, with how she was groping Jaeyun earlier, you doubt it.

“A conflict, you mean a war?” you dare ask.

He nods shallowly, remorse etched in his features, “And our King has made it perfectly clear that I will be on the front line.”

Your heart shatters into a million pieces, the pain of it like a dagger to your chest. How could the King do this to Jaeyun, to offer him up as a sacrificial lamb in a game of politics and manipulation? It's cruel, it's unjust, and it's utterly heartbreaking.

"Your father cannot do that," you say slowly, your mind reeling with the enormity of the situation. "It's... it's unthinkable."

But Jaeyun shakes his head, his expression filled with bitterness and resentment. "That man is no father of mine," he declares, his voice filled with anger and defiance.

Opposite to his anger is your sadness, eyes leaking salty tears at the thought of losing your love. No matter the choice Jaeyun makes, he will never be yours. That is something you should have known from the beginning of your relationship.

You and him can never live in love or peace, it will always end in heartache and loss.

The Prince sees your sobs and pulls you in, circling his arms around you tightly, “My love, please don’t shed tears, I hate to see you cry like this.” he mutters into your hair, kissing the crown of your head gently. 

But how could you not cry? You’ve just in this instant lost the love of your life. 

The room is so silent all you can hear is the raucous laughter and music echoing from the grand hall. It gives you the opportunity to think about how the war would pause all laughter for every citizen of Glengyre, how the only sound you will hear is guns and screams of those desperately seeking escape and safety. You cannot allow that to happen.

“Marry her.”

“Excuse me?” Jaeyun pulls away, disgusted that you would even dream of proposing such an idea. He was yours and only yours, he wouldn’t even dream of lying with another.

You know that you must make him see reason, that there may be no other choice if you are to prevent the looming catastrophe that threatens to tear your world apart.

"It is the only noble thing to do, Jaeyun," you insist, your voice trembling with emotion, "We cannot allow our love to stand in the way of peace, of saving those people from the horrors of war. If marrying Princess Mia is what it takes to prevent bloodshed, then it is a sacrifice we must make.”

He doesn’t register your words, only hearing his heartbreak at the thought of you not being by his side, “But I will lose you, it will be impossible to be together if I marry her,” he begs you with his eyes to change your mind.

“You will lose me either way, Jaeyun,” you release yourself from his grasp, taking a step back to create the inevitable distance that is about to become your reality, “The people of this kingdom need you, Jaeyun. You are the only one that can make a difference to those less fortunate,” you begin, your eyes locked onto him as you portray the seriousness of your words, “If you go to war then there is a certainty you will die and you are no use to the cause of change if you are dead.”

The words get stuck in your throat, the idea of uttering such horror makes you feel sick to your stomach but the lives of hundreds must take priority over your love, no matter how painful.

"But-" he begins, his voice tinged with desperation.

"You cannot be selfish, Jaeyun," you interrupt firmly, your gaze unwavering as you meet his eyes. "I couldn't look at you the same if you sacrificed the welfare of our people for the sake of our love."

The truth of your words lands heavily between you, a painful reminder of the sacrifices that must be made in the name of duty and honour. And though your heart may ache with the prospect of losing him, you know that it is a sacrifice you must be willing to make.

Jaeyun ponders your words, recognising that you are correct: his people are his primary concern. He wishes he could do more to keep your relationship alive, to make you his Queen. As he stands before you, staring at you with loving eyes, he wishes you were the ruler of Glengyre, for your qualities and ideals already shine as if you are.

Suddenly, the bellow of your name echoes the castle halls, Miss Son shouting erratically to find you. It brings Jaeyun to realise that his fantasies of you being his queen are just that - fantasies.

Clasping your face in his big hands, he shakes his head, signifying his defiance to the idea but succumbing to his duties, accepting this fate, “I will always love you, and I will do everything in my power to make it back to you. Even if it’s in another lifetime,” he whispers the words onto your face, sealing them with a final kiss, his tongue now craving to remember you for a lifetime, rather than just a night.

You curtly nod, trying to bottle the emotions you are feeling, scared that if even one drop overflows, you will take back everything you have just said, sacrificing the people you love for the man you love. You could never win in this situation, and neither could Jaeyun.

“I love you too, my sweetheart,” you confess for the last time.

Miss Son’s footprints are right outside the door, putting your own feet into action as you leave Jaeyun to return to your post as a maid, the delusions that you could ever be with Jaeyun for a lifetime are crumbling away with each patter of your feet on the marble floor.

“Ah, there you are! What on earth are you doing in the Council Chamber?” she shouts at you while still being mindful of the guests only a hallway away. 

You bow, offering no explanation and slip back into your role, smoothing yourself down to seem presentable. The togetherness of your exterior is the complete opposite of the shattering of your interior, your heart shattered in fragments as you stand back, overlooking the people you made an eternal sacrifice for. And none of them would ever care. The promise you made to love Jaeyun forever is the only peace of your heart left in place.

Jaeyun comes back into the hall a few moments later, poised and stoic, the only change in his face is when he looks at his father with an angry glare and a nod to follow, much to the delight of the King.

Abruptly, the King stands, “Ladies and Gentlemen, my esteemed guests. I have some exciting news to share!”

#enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen angst #enha angst #enhypen fluff #jake smut #jake sim smut #enhypen x reader #jake x reader #sim jaeyun smut #aj writes

[sm-baby]

Dissection/Theory Analysis of Able:

So we all know about how Caine constantly feels undermined by his little brother's overachieving, but how does Able feel about it? I think the things that he does aren't ill-intended - he's instead trying to keep up with the great achievements of his older brother(how Caine knows multiple languages and has many accolades) and in his admiration of his brother's feats incidentally surpasses them from all the effort he puts into each act. Each pursuit he bests Caine in is just an attempt to better understand his brother by becoming a master in the things Caine likes.

Able is inherently people-pleasing, and that initial urge to perform exceptionally and be praised for it(starting with Caine and their parents) has expanded so much that the need to be the "good brother" is something that has fully taken over his identity - causing his gentleman act and his superior skill in everything Caine does. It is no longer just having the right cards to play at the right time to impress others, he must always be on top and visibly be doing so(aka why his face is the four aces in a suit of cards).

But, he's become so blinded by the need to excel in everything he does that he's gone into complete tunnel vision with his "perfect" facade and feels that his brother is the closest thing he has to a real connection with someone without having to be "the best". And even then, with his own brother, he's not comfortable enough to completely let his guard down and be a person without focusing on pleasing everyone around him

This is a long ask sorry haha

I love my man Able and I have so many theories about how he's handling all the pressure(I'm down bad for him AND want to psychoanalyze him since you gave us such juicy material in the Freakshow fic(which I'd guess is at least partially true to the direction you're heading with him in the carnival and normal aus)). He's my poor little meow meow(even tho he seems mostly fine in all the art we've seen of him) :)

Freakshow Au by: @hootbon

This made me so incredibly happy i couldn't help but doodle him over and over,,

I love psycho-analysis of my characters,, gonna read this over and over.. man you put my ideas for him into WORDS and that's the coolest thing ever.. i never thought Able would be described as "people pleasing" but MAN.. YOU ARE ABSOLUTLY CORRECT... GOD DAM...

Also aboslutely estatic that you took his psycho-analysis from the chosen one fic.. yesss.. i am very happy with Able and Caine's relationship and I'm especially happy with freakshow able's writing in both the fic and just in general. thank you for this,, made my night!

#able #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital carnival #tadc able #freakshow au #carnival au #caine #the amazing digital circus caine #tadc caine #art

[mysticfalls01]

Princesa II

(FC Barcelona x reader)

Part 1

Alexia never thought about being a mother as her full focus was on her career however that changed the minute, she met you.

You brought out a side of her that she never imagined tapping out. You brought out her maternal instinct, you brought her joy and a new vision of life.

Not only did you brought out all of that to her, but you also brought out a new light for the team. The team was immediately impacted by your energy, your passion, and your ability to feel. As professional athletes they sometimes forgot that they also were humans, that it was alright to cry, to get frustrated and to be happy.

You were one of the greatest gifts that the team had ever received and they couldn’t wait to see you shine.

The first time your teammates heard you call Alexia mama you immediately became the target of jokes and teasing especially from Claudia and Patri however, they were met with Alexia’s glare as she told them that they were going to do two extra laps. The rest of your teammates immediately stopped as they didn't wanted to be the target of La Reina's rage.

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Playing at the Johan was a feeling that you wouldn’t change for anything. The excitement, the fans that had your back and the support of your teammates always made it special.

You and your teammates were preparing for the match against Sevilla. Before leaving the locker room to lineup you heard Frido’s voice.

“Unge come here! You need to put your sunscreen on!”

“Fridoo I already applied on my sunscreen” you said whining.

“Really kid?” She said rising her eyebrow.

“No” you admitted with a defeating voice.

You gave up and walked towards Frido so she could apply her sunscreen on your face.

“Andd it’s done kid, you are free to go” Frido said.

“What do we say frilla?” You herd Alexia’s voice behind you.

“Thank you aunty Frido” you said and gave her a kiss on her cheek

“No problem kid” she answered with a smile.

After that you guys went to the tunnel for the game, you were nervous as it was the first time that you were in the starting 11. Before Alexia reached her spot at the beginning of the line, she quickly hugged you and whispered “Hija, I’m so proud of you. It’s time to show everyone why you are Barcelona’s princess”

“Thank you mama” was all you said before she had to leave.

“Amiga we have your back, so don’t worry and believe it you’ve earned your spot in the team” you heard Aitana say before everyone started walking out.

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The game ended 8-0 with you scoring a hat trick in the first half of the game. You were subbed off around the 60th minute, as you were leaving the pitch to give the entrance to your teammate you heard for the first a chant that eventually would become iconic.

“Con la reina de nuestro lado la princesa brillará y nuestro reino blaugrana prevalecerá” (With the queen on our side the princess will shine and our Blaugrana kingdom will prevail)

You gave your teammate a high five so she could enter. You stayed by the line admiring the fans and the chant that they had created for you and Alexia. You always dreamed about having your chant and the culers made that dream come true.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

After joining Barcelona your skills flourished and everyone could notice it.

You were in the locker room playing with Jana and Bruna as the training session had just ended. While you were running around the locker room escaping from Bruna Ingrid’s voice called your attention “Princess! Your phone is ringing.”

After you heard her words, you ran and picked up your phone, you saw that the number calling started with London’s code. Usually, you wouldn’t answer numbers that you don’t have saved however, your instinct told you to answer the call.

“Hi?” you said with a shy voice.

“Hello is this y/n l/n’s number?” the other voice said, you could identify that voice had accent but couldn’t distinguish from where.

“Yes, it is, how can I help you?”

“Perfect! I’m Sarina Wiegman and I wanted to inform you that I want to call you up for the next international break.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. From the other side of the locker room Ale saw your face and she and Mapi approached you.

After processing what you just you answered “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I promise that I will give it my all.”

Sarina laughed at your enthusiasm and spoke “I’m sure that you will! On the next couple of days, you will receive all the information. Can’t wait to meet you y/n!”

After that the call ended and you felt Mapi giving you a hug, you guys separated, and Ale asked with a soft voice “What’s happening hija?”

You looked at her and said “I did it mama, I just spoke with Sarina Wiegman. I’ve been called up for the next international break! I’ve played with the under 19’s team but I didn’t expect to get the call up for the senior team!”

After hearing those words all your teammates that were in the locker room immediately ran to you and hugged you. It wasn’t until you heard AMC jokingly groaning that you separated.

“England is having a friendly against Switzerland. Ohh you’ll be a headache to play against kid”

“Prepare yourself Ana, la princesa is going to score against you” Leila said with a joking tone.

All you did was smile until you remembered something.

“Mama, I must call Ona to tell her about the call up! I’ll be back shortly” you said before leaving the room.

As you left the room all Ale could do was to stare at you with a proud face, she knew that this was only the beginning of your international journey.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Olga and Ale took you to the airport.

“Yes mama, I’ll make sure to call you every day!”

“And?”

“If something is bothering me, I’ll tell you.”

“Perfect hija! When you land send me a text and when you arrive to SGP too!”

“I will!”

As she saw you leave all she could think was that la princesa de Barcelona was about to have her international debut and the other countries won’t know what was about to hit them

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Part 3

#barcelona femeni x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso community #engwnt x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader

[gimmeurtmi]

of lipstick stains and zipper games — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, dom!minho, teasing in public, marking, biting, use of “good girl,” “brat,”, minho calls reader “bunny” agenda, oral (m. receiving), mean!dom, praising, sorta dom drop, mushy at the end bc i can’t write something filthy without that, strength kink if you squint

inspo: the zipper™️, as well as @lino-nyangi’s beautiful brain. we yelled at each other about this until we both cracked and now i’ve lost my mind. we each ran with this plot as far as we could go, so here’s joo’s version of minho and lipstick stains. 🫶🏻

notes: i feel like i should apologise, but he did this to us. stylist noona, i will give you anything you ask for.

{ wc: 4698 }

you agreed to meet at the party as your friends were all getting ready together and minho was going to be late anyway because of his schedule cutting a bit close to the start time.

so when minho did finally arrive, you let out an audible gasp when you saw his outfit. the way the black fabric wrapped around his biceps, the black necklace, the baggy pants and the big belt. your eyes scanned all of him—from the way his hair was pushed away from his face to the rings on his finger.

and then you saw the big silver zipper in the middle of his shirt, practically calling your name.

you stood up from the couch you were perched on and walked right up to your boyfriend, grabbing his hand wordlessly and taking him somewhere. anywhere.

a room. some room.

you slammed the door shut before pushing your boyfriend up against the wall—his eyes big and wide in front of you.

you weren’t sure who’s room you were in, but it didn’t matter to you, the sight of his outfit was enough to push your brain into tunnel vision mode. and minho was the only thing you could see.

“hello to you, too,” minho said. you weren’t listening to the smirk in his tone, and he could clearly see that, as he followed your eyes and their journey across his chest. “you like the outfit.”

“i like your chest,” you said, shamelessly, running a finger across the exposed skin.

minho chuckled, bringing his arm around your back and pulling you closer. the sudden movement, and your lack of focus, caused you to stumble forward—instinctively steadying yourself with a hand on his chest.

you looked up, minho’s eyes right in front of yours. he had the upper hand, like he always did, and his eyes were sparkling down at you. proudly.

but underneath your palm you could feel a loud and steady beat telling you otherwise. a small secret only you know, one that minho trusts you with.

you smile up at him for a second before looking at your hand—your secret holder—and rubbing your thumb across his chest lightly. then you move your hand as you feel around his muscles, admiring the work he does on his body.

“wanna kiss…” you mumble, so softly you don’t even realise you spoke your thoughts out loud.

a finger wraps around your chin, tilting your head upwards and snapping you out of your daze. only to be met with minho’s eyes, glazed over and pupils wide, casting another spell on you.

minho leans forward, trying to capture your lips, but you pull back.

his eyebrows lift upwards as he whines.

“my lipstick,” you explain.

“you just said you wanted a kiss,” he argues.

“oh,” you feel a blush creeping up your neck at the knowledge he heard you, “t-that’s not what i meant.”

minho cocks his head to the side curiously.

“i wanted to kiss you,” you explain. he doesn’t seem to understand, but leans forward to accept this kiss. you push him back.

“i meant your chest,” you confess slowly.

minho laughs, eyes disappearing for a moment before he looks at you—smile wide on his face.

“so you really like the outfit,” he confirms. “i should keep it.”

“who gave it to you?” you ask, finger trailing up and down against the zip line.

“hyunjin,”

“i should go thank hyunjin then,” you nod, giving minho a small smile before walking away.

you’ve barely turned away from him before the grip on your back tightens and he’s once again pulling you closer, flush against his body.

“aren’t you going to thank me first?”

“thank you for what?”

“just for looking so good,” he smirks.

“i don’t remember saying you look good,” you narrow your eyes at him.

he laughs. “you didn’t need to say anything, bunny. you’re drooling.”

“i am not drooling,” you protest.

minho cocks his eyebrows up in a silent challenge, finger wrapping around the zipper. he’s just holding it, and you know what he’s trying to do, so you will your eyes to lock with his. don’t look down.

you hear the zipper slowly moving down and then his finger is trailing against your cheek and you can’t help it. you need to see more of him.

you let your hands see first, trailing them up his stomach until they slip into the shirt and onto his warm skin, muscles hard and sculpted underneath your touch. you trail your hands to his sides, where his waist dips and his chest swells and that’s when you lose all semblance of self control.

you lean down and press a kiss onto his chest, at the small dip his pec makes. you kiss his skin again and again, pulling away slightly to be greeted by the sight on his chest. a deep red kiss, almost perfectly shaped, sitting oh so proudly against his smooth skin.

the excitement swirling in your stomach soon turns into guilt, for ruining the perfect surface of his chest, and so you bring your finger up to clean the stain off.

minho grabs onto your wrist so tight it almost hurts, pulling your hand away from him.

“don’t touch it,” he says, firmly. you quip your brows up at him.

a moment passes in silence, minho’s chest rising up and down quickly.

you break away from his stare, so intense it heats up your cheeks, and look back at the stain you left.

you decide the kiss looks lonely, and lean down to add another kiss right below his nipple.

you can hear minho exhale weakly.

this kiss left the perfect stain—and you smile softly to yourself. minho clears his throat to say something, but you won’t be listening. instead you ghost your lips higher, to the middle of his left pec and suck on the skin.

minho almost squeaks in response.

you bite his skin in between your teeth before releasing it, gleaming at the red splotch. some of it is your lipstick, some of it is the bruise slowly growing darker.

for good measure, for pure symmetry, you do the same next to the other kiss—your tongue flicking against his nipple before you suck on the skin right below it.

minho is ticklish on his sides, and so sensitive, so he makes a sound between a sigh and a giggle and a moan, causing you to laugh against him.

he jolts.

but he doesn’t say anything—no teasing remark, no smug retort, he just lets you decorate his skin.

you aren’t satisfied yet, and with your hands steadying you against him—planted low on his hips—you wrap your lips around the zipper. catching it in between your teeth, you slowly push it downwards, nudging the fabric away with your nose before attaching your lips to his stomach.

you keep going, minho making no move to stop you. in fact, he’s all but frozen against you, the only sign of life are the small sighs and whines coming from above you.

you sink down onto your knees, hands sliding down to stable yourself against his thighs.

you pepper soft kisses above his belt, so soft they don’t leave any mark, before you bite onto the skin just above his hip bone. his skin is taut, especially around his pelvic bone—so you don’t have much to tug on before minho whimpers at the sudden pain. you lick over the small marks your teeth left, kissing him soothingly, leaving another kiss behind.

bzzzzz.

a loud vibration against your hands causes you to jump, instantly breaking the trance you were under. you move to get up, but minho places a hand on your shoulder keeping you in place.

he takes his phone out of his pocket, answering the call. all he says is sure. then the phone is back in his pocket and he’s looking down at you.

his fingers sink into your hair.

“wanna explain yourself, bunny?”

“i, well, the outfit is just—“

“—shhh,” he cuts you off, fingers cupping your chin. he rubs his thumb against you, his actions soothing. his eyes screaming condescending. so does his voice when he says, “no thoughts left in your little brain?”

“i’m sorry, min,” you blush. you’re not sure if it’s his tone or finally stepping away enough to see his body. you left more than a dozen marks on him, lipstick and hickeys combined. “i’m really sorry.”

minho pulls you up onto your feet, tucking a few hairs behind your ear.

his eyes lock onto your lips, his thumb rubbing against your chin again. he rests it on your bottom lip before pulling it down.

“you brought your lipstick with you, right?” you nod.

minho grabs your shoulders and moves you around the room until you’re facing a small mirror sat on a desk.

you gasp.

your lipstick is smudged completely, covering your chin and your upper lip—your cupid’s bow disappearing behind the colour. you wince.

“i need to go help chan drag in some kegs,” he says simply, zipping his shirt back up. the metal has a small red stain on it. “i’ll find you after.”

“minho,” you chuckle, shaking your head, “you can’t go like that. i need to wipe off the lipstick.”

he laughs. “you’re not touching them.”

“but—“

“—you gave me these kisses so i’m keeping them. you can’t just take them back.”

he says it so seriously all you can do is just nod. he turns to leave, shirt closed and outfit presentable again. he adjusts his black necklace as he runs his fingers through his hair, tidying it up.

there’s only one evidence to what you’ve done, and that’s the pink tint on his chest.

before he grabs the handle and leaves you call out his name.

“i’m sorry,” you apologise again.

minho smirks at you, chuckling lightly. “it’s okay, baby. you can’t help how weak your boyfriend makes you.”

and then he leaves.

you find some wet wipes in the room you’re in, and soon enough the mess you made on your face is taken care of—a fresh coat of red lipstick adoring your lips.

you make your way back to the living room, where the party is actually taking place, and find your friends again.

they don’t say much about your absence, instead asking you to judge their game of twister.

from the corner of your eye you can see minho and chan, each carrying in a beer keg. minho’s arms flex at the weight of it, but he doesn’t seem like he’s putting too much effort into carrying it.

that zipper dangles as he moves, taunting you, sliding down ever so slightly. you catch a glimpse of red on his skin, peaking out from underneath the black fabric.

minho can feel you staring from across the room, and once he sets the keg down in the kitchen he looks over at you—winking as his lip curls up into a smile.

you force yourself to focus back on the game instead.

once you’ve given up on twister, you make your way over to the giant jenga tower where a few of your friends are starting a new game.

you feel a strong hand snaking around your waist, minho’s familiar perfume wrapping around you.

“when do you wanna go home?” he whispers in your ear.

“min, i haven’t even said happy birthday to yuna yet,” you scold him.

“okay,” he kisses your cheek lightly, “just let me know as soon as you wanna go.”

“do you have a schedule tomorrow?” you turn to look at him. you were sure he had the day off tomorrow, you specifically remembered asking him about it.

“i have a schedule tonight,” he whispers. you knit your eyebrows, “after this i’m booked in to fuck you until you can’t talk.”

“min!” you whisper-yell at him. he laughs.

“what, you think you can pull that shit earlier and nothing will happen?”

“i got carried away,” you admit, “i said i was sorry.”

“oh, you will be sorry.”

minho kisses your forehead before causally asking if you want something to drink. you say no, mostly so he doesn’t stand too close to you, and then get back to your game.

you find yuna later, hugging her and wishing her a happy birthday. she drags you over to your boyfriend—because he’s sitting next to felix and you know yuna likes felix, and you’re happy to help her.

so you both sit down, sliding minho away from felix so yuna can sit next to him.

minho puts his arm around you.

“can we go home now?” he whispers.

“no,” you chuckle at him.

“happy birthday, yuna!” he practically yells. she smiles at him before looking back at felix. “what about now?”

“why do you wanna leave so bad?”

“why do you think?”

you shake your head, trying your best to dismiss the intense stare he’s giving you. it’s then you notice he’s playing with the zipper again—as if trying to bait you. you promise yourself you’re not that easy to manipulate.

minho pulls the zipper down, exposing more of his chest, exposing another kiss you left behind, before he stretches against the couch.

he doesn’t say anything before he gets up and walks away.

you follow him instantly, following him all the way into an empty part of the kitchen. it’s only then you realise you fell for his bait; hook, line, and sinker.

it’s confirmed when minho smirks at you.

he raises his eyebrows in question.

“you shouldn’t show off,” you try scolding. you grab the zipper and pull it back up. minho pulls it down right after.

“you can’t just walk around with hickies all over your chest,” you roll your eyes at him.

“i can, and i will,” he smiles innocently, “what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn’t show off my girl’s art?”

your eyes instinctively flick down to his exposed chest. it really was a masterpiece. it was a masterpiece before you even touched him, but with the red and purple marks all over him—he looked perfect. like something fit for a museum.

but a small voice inside your head decided you should be the only one to look at him, it should be your burden and no one elses. that thought lit a fire inside you, one you tried so hard to control. you took in a deep breath.

you knew you couldn’t look at him any longer without adding another one, so you reach for it and close the zipper.

minho pulls it back down.

“min!”

“you want it closed that bad?” he licks his lips.

“yes.”

“then do it yourself,” he shrugs.

you roll your eyes, knowing he’ll just open it again, but reach for the silver zipper anyway. he catches your wrist in his hand quickly.

you scoff, trying with your other hand, before both are captured in his hold.

“close it the way you opened it, bunny,” he whispers, nudging his nose against yours, “don’t waste your pretty little mouth like that.”

you know what he’s doing, but you also just can’t ignore him when he tells you to do something, not in that soft voice of his.

so you lean down, catching the zipper in between your teeth. the grip on your wrists is much looser now, you could pull your hands away if you wanted to. but you don’t want to—not even a little bit.

you pull the metal between your teeth, pulling the shirt together until just a small sliver of his skin is seen, a beautifully light pink.

standing up straight after you finally hid his beautiful chest away, you look right into his eyes. he’s breathing heavily, moving closer to you so his nose is right against yours.

“mark me again,”

“min, i—“

“please.”

you grab onto the end of his shirt to pull it down and expose his collarbone a bit more, planting soft kisses along it before you start sucking on the skin. his hands wrap around your body as his eyes flutter softly. it’s not that the act itself turns him on as such, your lips are definitely his favourite, but it’s the knowing it’ll leave a mark. knowing your lipstick is staining his skin. knowing how wrecked you’ll look with lipstick on your chin when you come back up to face him.

when you do pull away, finger running over the red marks on his skin proudly, he looks you straight in the eyes and says, “can we ditch this fucking party now?”

his knuckles are white at this point—the only thing holding him back from jumping you is his sheer willpower, and knowing you’re in public and he can’t possibly have you the way he wants you in this kind of setting.

“min, don’t be rude. it’s a birthday party,” you smirk at him. there’s nothing better than watching his self control slowly slip away from him, and that look on his face gets so much more desperate when you run your finger over his stained skin one more time.

“i’ll find an empty room,” he negotiates.

“don’t be ridiculous. just calm down, yeah?” you kiss the corner of his lips softly before walking away— deciding it’s time to socialise.

when minho catches his reflection a few moments later he almost loses his mind when he notices the bright red stain on the corner of his lips.

he really thought he was going to win.

but it’s fine, he rationalises, he knows exactly how to get you.

minho walks into the garden, following the loud bass surrounding the pool.

he isn’t too sure who decided edm remixes of every taylor swift song is the right vibe for a party but he doesn’t care. it’s enough to set his plan in action.

you spot him from across the garden, your kiss still proudly by his lips. you were sure he was going to wipe it away—but then you realised how foolish that was of you. he even let the fucking zipper fall down again, exposing the now purple hickey on his chest.

you felt your ears burning up. the heat travelled all down your body, settling in between your legs when you saw minho swaying his hips to the loud beat.

his thighs flexing, grabbing your attention by the belt wrapped around his right thigh. he rolled his body as he mouthed along to the words of the song.

you know what he’s doing, you can tell when he sends a wink your way. he’s insufferable.

you walk all the way up to him, a few people around you chuckling when they see the colour on your lips matches the colour on his skin. you ignore that.

“we’re going home,” you grab his forearm. minho keeps dancing, rolling his hips closer to you.

“what do you mean?” he blinks at you.

you groan. “you wanted to go home, let’s go.”

“i think i wanna stay now,” he shrugs.

“we’re leaving,” you insist.

“but i’m having so much fun,” he beams, spinning around.

“you’re having too much fun,” you shake your head, “i can’t take you anywhere.”

he snakes his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “dance with me?”

“absolutely not,” you laugh. there’s only one way dancing with minho ends—and it is not suitable for a public space. “i’m getting an uber.”

you would feel bad for the uber driver if you were able to think about anything other than minho. you didn’t realise how much his dancing bothered you until he closed the car door—and you grabbed his face, kissing him hard.

minho pushed you back by your shoulder, eyes wide. “don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffs, “just calm down.”

you roll your eyes at him for repeating your own words back to you.

it’s clear he doesn’t want to kiss you when the driver can see everything that’s happening behind him. but you’re pretty sure he can’t see what’s happening on the seats.

you place your hand on minho’s thigh.

“careful,” he warns. you elect to ignore that.

you slide your hand higher, and higher, your finger inching closer and closer to his crotch.

he leans right next to you, lips by your ear as he whispers, “listen, bunny. you’re on thin fucking ice right now.”

you press your palm into his crotch, feeling how hard he is already. you squeeze your thighs.

“i don’t think so,” you somehow gather the courage to say.

“has being a brat ever turned out well for you?” he challenges.

“i think you were being a brat tonight,” minho lets out a noise that sounds like a question mark, “showing off like that.”

“you started this shit,” he reminds you. you start palming him, moving your hand up and down.

“so i’m finishing it.” you lean closer to him, pressing a wet kiss onto his neck.

minho promises himself he’s not going to give you the satisfaction of any kind of reaction, even if you are touching his dick and kissing his neck.

that is, until you find that one spot right below his ear and tug on it with your teeth.

embarrassingly, minho can’t help the small moan that escapes him. the car starts moving much faster all of a sudden.

it isn’t three more minutes before you arrive, minho quickly paying the driver (and apologising) before dragging you into the house.

as soon as you enter the bedroom, minho starts laughing.

shit.

“what the fuck was that?”

you don’t answer him, instead locking your hands behind his neck and attaching your lips together.

he kisses you back, finally, tongue moving against yours desperately.

you kiss until your lungs start aching, pulling away as you both catch your breaths. minho’s eyes are glossy and big and desperate and you lean forward to catch his lips again. he stops you this time.

“min—“

“—no,” he says simple, shaking his head once. “you don’t get to ask for anything. you got everything you wanted tonight and look how fucking spoiled it made you.”

“min, please,” you whined.

“and you can’t even wait your turn to speak, either,” he tsks.

you open your mouth to say something, but quickly close it. minho smiles.

“tell me what brought this bratty bullshit out of you, baby,” he asks, although you know he knows the answer. you indulge him anyway, knowing it’s the only way you’ll get what you want. if minho gets what he wants.

“your outfit, min,”

“did a stupid shirt really make you forget how to act?” minho chuckled cockily.

you nod.

“do i need to remind you how a good girl behaves?”

you nod.

“on your knees,” you fall to your knees, looking up at him expectedly.

minho cups your cheek softly, rubbing his thumb against your skin. he traces your lips.

“i wanna see your lipstick on my dick,” he says slowly, “want it to get all over your chin again.”

you open your mouth dutifully, sticking your tongue out for him. he chuckles at you, smiling proudly.

he unbuckles his belt, letting the baggy pants pool around his feet. you move closer to him.

“should i keep the shirt on?” you nod. “speak.”

“it looks good on you,” you state the obvious. then an idea pops into your head, once you realise where minho placed you. “if you take it off you’ll be able to see my art.”

minho looks up, catching his reflection in the full length mirror. he beckons you up with two fingers, and you don’t even need him to tell you what he wants.

your pull the zipper down with your teeth, all the way, and push the fabric off his shoulder. then you sit back on your knees.

“baby,” he coos down at you, filling your chest with warmth, “you’re so so good for me.”

you nod, unable to stop your smile.

“you see,” he says, voice soft and sweet, “you like it so much. you like being my good girl?”

“yes, min,” you nod.

“you’re gonna be good for me and let me fuck your face?” you nod eagerly.

you wrap your hands around his thighs again, feeling the way they flex against your palm, and open your mouth wide.

you breath in slowly, looking up at minho as he carefully slides his dick into your mouth. he gives you a few seconds, seeing the slight nervousness in your eyes, and once you close them and start sucking on his length—he makes good on his promise, thrusting in and out of your mouth.

he builds his pace up slowly, gradually sinking deeper and deeper until the tip nudges against your throat. he fists at your hair, scrunching it into a very messy ponytail, enough to be used as leverage as he fucks deeper and deeper into your mouth.

the noises you’re making are obscene, spit leaking out of the corner of your mouth, but you don’t care. the noises minho is making are much louder—moans and groans and praises of your name.

you swallow around him when you feel the spit running down your chin, and that’s when minho’s thighs start tensing.

“fuck fuck fuck,” he pulls your face away by your hair but you lunge forward, sucking on the tip as you feel the warmth shooting into your mouth.

minho lets out a long low groan.

you swallow it down, embracing the salty taste, and stick your tongue back out.

“holy shit,” he whines.

minho lets go of your hair, slowly backing away to the bed before he collapses on it. he falls to his back, and you slowly crawl on your knees to him, kissing his thigh softly as you watch his chest moving up and down quickly—the marks on him standing out perfectly.

“i wasn’t going to cum in your mouth but i’ll let that slide because it was so fucking hot,” he says. you nod in agreement.

he brings his arm over his head, still catching his breath. you quietly let him, remembering your rule to not speak unless he asked you too. you lean your head against the bed patiently.

“bunny?” you nod. “bunny, talk to me. i need your voice.”

you jump up from the floor, quickly sitting down next to him on the bed.

“hey, min,” you say, voice hoarse, but you cough quickly and speak on. “how are you?”

he only nods back, breathing in deeply. you run a hand over his chest, down his stomach, tracing the marks you left on him. “can i put one on your thigh, too?”

minho chuckles, looking up at you finally.

“yeah, of course you can.”

you nod happily before leaning over to kiss his thigh.

“bunny?”

“yeah?”

“was i.. too harsh?”

you lift your head up, looking at him with nothing but fondness in your eyes.

“no,” you promise him, “i loved it. and besides,” you lean down and peck his lips softly, giggling as he chases you for another one, “you said you’d fuck me until i can’t talk so i’m still waiting.”

“give me a sec,” he laughs.

you nod, before quickly remembering to say, “okay. i’ll just kiss your thighs until you’re ready.”

“okay,” minho nods, running his hand across your back softly. “stay close to me though, please. if you want.”

you nod at him, understanding silently what it is he needs. you lay down on your side, still right beside him as you lean towards his thighs—ready to mark up another part of his perfectly sculpted body.

“i want to, i always want to be close to you,” you verbalise, seeing the small sigh of relief leaving his body. the tension in his body fades slightly, and you know kissing him will help even more.

you ghost your lips over his thighs, sucking on one particular spot until it turns red. minho’s fingers are in your hair, keeping you close.

out of nowhere he says, “i’m keeping the shirt.”

“that’s a good idea,” you agree.

“i’m keeping you, too,” he adds, quietly.

you laugh loudly at that, grabbing the hand in your hair and kissing his palm. “that’s a good idea, too.”

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[emotionoitme]

carmen pays for his s/o to get their nails done because he's obsessed with how they look wrapped around his cock send tweet

i LOVE this + idea of carmy liking a “dolled up”appearance.

honestly i feel like he’s a man who appreciates a good classic french acrylic

it wasn’t even something that was on his radar until she had gotten her nails done— watched as she slid his boxers down, wrapping a manicured hand around the thickness of his cock. he experiences tunnel vision, watching the dainty hand begin to stroke him, the girl leaning forward to spit onto his throbbing tip.

now, it was the only thing he could notice; the feeling of her absentmindedly tracing them over his arm, the feeling as she ran her fingers through his hair. when she would trace her hands down her body his eyes would follow the polished point, watching if she would softly scratch the surface of her skin.

he approached her one day as she was in the kitchen, tidying up the counter space, hand coming to her lower back, stopping her with a deep kiss. he fishes his wallet out of his pocket, taking out a 50 and a few 20s, wordlessly handing them to her. she raises her eyebrows, waiting for him to explain.

“you’re gettin’ your nails done again today, yeah?” he asks, wallet going back into his pocket. she nods, smiling, arms coming to wrap around the back of his neck.

“get ‘em done how i like,” he says in a low tone, hand slipping under her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back.

“yes, sir,” she teases, grinning, pocketing the cash.

when he sees her later that night she flaunts her fresh manicure, his eyes scanning, admiring the nails. he falls on a small letter c painted onto her left ring finger and grins.

she never paid for her own nails after that.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #the bear imagine #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto headcannon

[etheries1015]

A fearful realization - Malleus X reader

A scenario in which you finally realize your feelings for the fae, however, the feeling doesn't leave you as elated as one may think.

"And thus, we have a gift prepared for all of you," Malleus Draconias voice rang through the hall of the masquerade event, confused whispers mix of excitement and nervousness rang throughout the students. Your eye brows furrowed in confusion yet a smile on your face remained nonetheless as Malleus, Azul, and Idia took center stage.

The moment he began to sing, you could have sworn you had tunnel vision. All you saw was Malleus Draconia, perfectly elegant up on that stage serenading the entire student body, yet everyone in the room seemed to just...vanish. You could feel warmth crawl up to your cheeks, your heart stinging as butterflies with sharp wings fluttered in your stomach. Had he always such a beautiful, entrancing voice? Have you ever noticed before the way he gracefully carried himself when you were so used to seeing him as an innocent student who hadn't much of a clue of common sense? When had he become such...a prince, in your eyes? These questions had pulled you away from reality for but a moment, not realizing you began to zone out as you listened to the singing until a voice pulled you out of your trance.

"(Y/N)?" Silver asked, landing a hand on your shoulder, "Are you alright? Your face is red. Are you sick? You must be exhausted without proper rest from the entire event," The silver-haired boy looked at you with concern in his eyes. Silver...you could trust him, right? He was like a little brother to you, a close friend, someone you could...No. You must keep this to yourself. You mustn't get so attached, your resolve must stay strong, you convinced yourself as such the moment you came to twisted wonderland.

"Sick.." You murmured, "Y-yeah something...something like that. I'm- I'm fine, Silver. Thank you though." Not fully convinced, his words were cut off as Malleus sang the high note of the song, to which your attention was quickly redirected to the tall, mesmerizing man with glowing emerald eyes that captivated your own. Your heart pounded in your chest, tingling as if pins and needles were poking rapidly at the organ. As the song came to a finish, you began to recall the entire night Malleus had done this to you somehow. Pulling you in as he had done many times before, Yet something felt...different, this time around. The whole trip to Fleur City has left your cheeks unwillingly rosy and your mind swirling in confusion, yearning for more as Malleus most likely unknowingly left you in a position of flustered heartbeats and disarray.

You kept thinking back to those moments, the way he said your name and looked at you with such tenderness before running off to save everyone, the way he always managed to find a way to be by your side, the way he thought of you as you fell with everyone else...the way he noticed you when it seemed as if you were falling behind the curtains, asking to sit by you simply to hear your thoughts when no one else seemed to particularly care. Seeing him there, the silly gargoyle-loving nerd who had spent the entire trip wishing to talk to you and be near you, under the spotlight with a little gift he had the idea of preparing...how much you admired him at this moment had been the final crack in your resolve.

"This...this is bad. really bad. My chest hurts...I.." You clutched the clothing in front of your heart, sucking in air quickly holding back stinging tears that threatened to leave your eyes. Silver tugged your arm in hopes you would move with him, to get you away from the crowd yet you wouldn't budge, your wide-eyed gaze not wavering from the draconic fae.

He's your friend. A very caring, and loving friend who simply wants another person to share his thoughts with. To him you are nothing more than that, a magicless human from another world who was eager to make friends. Nothing more...nothing..

"Your chest hurts? (y/n) What's going on? Are you alright?" You slowly turned to silver sweat beading your brow and your chest dropping into the pit of your stomach like a ball of lead slamming to the pavement. The boy was shocked to see sparkles of tears beginning to slip down your cheek running past the mask you wore.

"I think...I think I'm in love with Malleus," You spit out before you could tell yourself otherwise. Before Silver could be excited and express his joy for you confiding in him, you cut him off with a trembling hushed and panicked voice.

"And I'm terrified of it."

Pt. 2

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Masterlist

#Twisted wonderland #Twst #Twisted wonderland x reader #twst X reader #Malleus draconia #twst imagines #twisted wonderland fanfiction #Twisted wonderland headcannons #Malleus #Malleus draconia x reader #Malleus x reader #Malleus twst #twisted wonderland malleus

[kairismess]

ushijima wakatoshi: your shy secret admirer.

ushijima wakatoshi had this weird knack for being interested in things, concepts, and people he couldn't exactly understand; and this is where you come in—the object of ushijima's accidental affection, affection he hadn't realized he harbored for you until, after probably three years of tendou pointing out how strange his interest with you was—that was kind of on the level of him loving volleyball... it was like you casted a spell on him to not want anything or anyone else, but to do volleyball and... to see you everyday.

ushijima wakatoshi has a hard time understanding others' feelings, let alone his own. he struggles to show how he really feels about you, so he tries to be subtle and ultimately straight up asks the guys on the team about what it's like falling in love.

ushijima wakatoshi is catapulted into unfamiliar territory; what he understands of 'falling in love' is kind of like that feeling one gets when they receive a perfect spike, or pull off a kickass service ace, or feeling that burning passion that erupts in your chest when you finally realize that what may seem fruitless at first, if you dedicate enough time to it, will yield fresh, ripe fruits in no time—no matter how barren the land is.

ushijima wakatoshi is the barren land in this case; he's the clueless, hopelessly in love, yet unaware of it, loverboy that's so into you. it might be a little ridiculous to say that the super ace ushijima wakatoshi is a loverboy when he's not always that expressive—but if you only knew how much and how often you occupied his mind, you'd be convinced he was as dense as a boulder, because his feelings were so obvious... yet he never realizes it.

ushijima wakatoshi used to be able to only talk about one thing, and it was always volleyball—everything else was the about what the others wanted to talk about, but he never really felt engaged in those conversations... until they were about you. about how cool you were, how interesting of a person you were, and about how... "their eyes always look so full of wonder. it's like... you feel gravitated towards them." "...pretty sure that's just a you thing, wakatoshi." "that can't be right. well, anyway, i'm a bit concerned about the chest pain i've been feeling recently. whenever they come into mind, a sort of... strange feeling rises up my chest and lingers there, i don't know why, i haven't been lifting recently, but—" "wakatoshi, i'm your best friend so i'll just spell it out for you, you're in love, big fella."

ushijima wakatoshi feels the feeling surge up and rises to his cheeks. for the first time in ever... the shiratorizawa boys' volleyball team witnesses ushijima wakatoshi, their super ace, all flushed and embarrassed, red in the cheeks, because of how much he loved you and being confronted with the fact that he did, indeed, love you.

ushijima wakatoshi wanted to do something about these feelings, he didn't want to be burdened with eternal chest pain and a heat in his face that felt feverish, but in a good way, whenever he looked at you, heard you speak, or thought about or even dreamed about you. he wanted to make the first move... no matter how impossible that seemed for him to do.

ushijima wakatoshi no blocks could ever stop ushijima wakatoshi from spiking, nobody could ever stop this man when he was on a roll... except in terms of love, only you could stop ushijima from thinking straight and sending him in into tunnel vision, thinking about and focusing only on you.

ushijima wakatoshi blushes at the notion tendou encouraged him to go through with, clutching the bouquet he arranged on his own with flowers fresh from his family's garden, and with a lump in his throat he could never swallow down. "hey," he says in a low, rumbling voice. the thought of him being scary or intimidating never entered his head—all that he could think of was how adorably tinier and sweeter you seemed in comparison to him; making him love you all the more. he hands you the bouquet, maintaining eye contact with you as the feverish flush came back. "...you're beautiful." he mumbles, the red in his cheeks becoming more and more evident the longer he spent around you. he was whipped for you, he was smitten with you—ushijima wakatoshi wanted to let you know... "...and i love you."

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[stankrhodes]

white lesbians (and white people that have no critical thinking skills generally) never should have gotten ahold of Hozier’s music and I stand on that particularly because they are incapable of thinking about Hozier as someone capable of sociopolitical awareness and activism in the same breath. If they can specifically look at the way his music is about objective “love” in the romantic sense, it can create a tunnel vision where they don’t have to think critically about what his lyrics are actually saying or even that he strongly believes in the power of activism through song. I admire Hozier particularly because of his storytelling and that deeply relates to his Irish identity and the levels of persecution and colonialism that are associated with that.

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #please excuse me for being in a hozier rabbit hole the last few days #i’ve waited so long for this #and i had some shit to get off my chest #let’s keep in mind i’m coming from this as a Black American woman okay !! #:)

[lucyrose191]

hi!! can i request something with Kimi or Mark Webber x driver reader?

SILENT ADMIRATION| K.RÄIKKÖNEN

Author’s note; I didn’t know if you wanted a specific scenario or if you were fine with me choosing so I wrote this and if you want anything specific feel free to send a request!

Pairing; Kimi Raikkonen x fem!Driver!Reader

Summary; Kimi’s got some deep feelings for the reader but plans to do what he does best, keep silent. Until, Sebastian manages to persuade him that maybe melting his icy exterior might work in his favour for once.

Warnings; Implied age gap but not specifically mentioned.

F1 Master List , Part 2

Y/N L/N. 3 time world champion and first female formula one driver; a few years ago she had shown up out of nowhere and taken everyone by surprise as the new RedBull racing driver.

There were a lot of similarities between her and her teammate, Max Verstappen. They weren’t here to mess around, they were here to win and that’s exactly what they were doing together.

It was clear that she had tunnel vision, Y/N didn’t spend a lot of time with the other drivers, albeit she was very friendly and polite to them whenever they were together, she was laser focused on her career and had no time for distractions.

Hence, there had been absolutely no sign of a possible lover on the scene whilst she had been on the formula one track and she left no room for speculation either, repeating the same words constantly to the nosey reporters and journalists.

My private life is none of your business, you’re here to ask me about racing.

I’m here to race, not to find a husband.

Her attitude towards the press reminded Kimi a lot of himself, their distaste was matched and it was always fun to watch the frustration on the journalists face due to the lack of answers they were receiving when both Y/N and Kimi where in the same press conference.

Right now, Kimi was standing at the entrance of the Ferrari garage, leaning against the wall as he looked out into the pits. He was simply watching the rustle and bustle of the Friday morning before a free practice session but found that his eyes kept straying towards the woman stood just a garage away.

Wrapped up in a large RedBull raincoat to protect herself from the cold, Y/N was stood with her race engineer, as she spoke her hands were raised into the air making all sorts of gestures to back up her words. He found that it was a common habit of hers and it always conflicted him when he felt a tugging at the corner of his lips whenever he saw her doing it.

Kimi wasn’t against feeling things, he just wasn’t good at it, they were out of his comfort zone. The feeling in his chest that he felt when he saw her wasn’t bad and he didn’t not like it, he just didn’t know how to deal with it or if he should deal with it.

It wasn’t often that Kimi thought about his future, he preferred to just tackle things as they came rather than trailing after things that were only possibilities.

He wasn’t a guy that sought after love, he didn’t crave it but he certainly wasn’t opposed to it. He had been married before and well, it wasn’t what everyone made it out to be but could that just be because it wasn’t with the right person?

Kimi scoffed at his own thoughts, how did he get from Y/N to thinking about love and marriage. What he felt for her wasn’t love, it was simply an admiration. A silent admiration that would be kept that way, silent.

"Are you going to keep staring at the poor woman or are you going to ask her out?"

Kimi turned his head to the side, coming face to face with a smiling Sebastian Vettel, whose eyes were filled with mirth and amusement.

"What?"

Sebastian wasn’t put off by the bluntness in the Finn’s voice, he never had been, instead he embraced it and nodded towards Y/N’s direction. "Y/N, you fancy her right?"

"Don’t be stupid." Kimi replied, voice gruff as he looked away from Sebastian’s burning gaze, turning back to the paddocks, though he made sure his eyes didn’t stray towards Y/N’s direction, not wanting to give Sebastian the satisfaction.

"You’re being stupid." Sebastian rolled his eyes, "It’s very clear you like her, stop standing here staring at her and go and tell her."

Instead of responding, Kimi simply continued staring out of the entrance of the garage causing Sebastian to sigh. "Why won’t you?"

It was silent for a solid minute and when Sebastian thought that he wouldn’t be getting any answers from Kimi today, the man spoke up. "She’s a good driver, she’s got a successful career ahead of her, mine’s close to finishing. She doesn’t need or want distractions, she’s said it plenty of times."

It was a reasonable excuse, there were no lies in his words but there was something deep inside Sebastian that needed him to play Cupid between the pair. Kimi and Y/N would be one of the most bizarre and unexpected pairs but he had a feeling it would work so well.

"The right person would be no distraction, it doesn’t matter what she’s said before. People change and so do their opinions. Think about it this way, there’s more of a chance of her saying yes if she knows you like her than if you don’t tell her."

"What would she want with a divorced man like me? Everyone thinks I’m a heartless arsehole."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "No one cares that you’re divorced and what do you think people think about her? Have you heard the things she’s said to the press?"

Kimi smirked, of course he had and shockingly her words had made him laugh. She was a firecracker of a driver.

"Just give it a try, i think she’d be good for you." Sebastian patted his shoulder before walking away.

Kimi didn’t really register his teammate leaving, his eyes focused on Y/N’s figure just a couple metres away.

That Sunday, Y/N had qualified and finished on pole, leading the entire race by a large gap between her and her teammate, sharing the top three with Max in second and Kimi in third.

She stood on top of her car and waved at the crowd briefly before jumping down, she made her way to Max and congratulated him with a pat on the back before making her way over to Kimi who was still in his car, probably purposefully taking his time to try and prolong the post-race interview.

She would’ve done the same if she wasn’t too eager to go home.

"You good?" She asked, leaning her body over the halo of his Ferrari, she was smiling at him underneath her helmet, even though he couldn’t see.

Kimi nodded, removing his steering wheel, setting it onto the front of his car. Y/N stepped back so he could pull himself out. "You did good," he told her when he landed two feet onto the ground.

"Thanks, I heard you had a small battle with Max out there." Y/N reached up and began unbuckling her helmet, Kimi following her lead and doing the same.

"It was okay," he shrugged.

His response wasn’t anything other than what she was expecting, it was short and straight to the point but Y/N didn’t take it to heart like most would, in fact she actually preferred it. She liked that he was always clear and confident in his words and didn’t waste time with unnecessary explanations or apprehensions about other’s feelings.

Besides, there was no need to fill the space with uninteresting conversation to be able to enjoy a person’s company.

The three podium achievers got weighed before they were lead to the cool down room where they had water waiting for them and the screen that showed the race highlights.

Being able to share the podium with the woman that was all bright smiles as she was soaked in champagne was more enjoyable that Kimi ever thought it would be.

Seeing the utter happiness in her eyes caused a light curve to form at his lips, a greater reaction than gaining third had achieved, the smallest smile of his didn’t even dim as she emptied an entire bottle of champagne over his head, instead it caused an entire opposite reaction as the words spewed out of his mouth before he had even had time to realise he had spoken.

"Do you want to get a drink with me?"

Y/N had almost dropped her champagne bottle in surprise at his words but her smile seemed to grow even wider as she nodded at him, she was clearly confident in her response but her eyes had glanced down to the ground shyly.

"Not out though, yours or my hotel room?" She bravely suggested, not feeling going out but also taking the opportunity to spend some time one on one.

Kimi glanced away from her for a moment over the edge of the balcony before quickly turning his eyes back when he saw Sebastian who looked like he was seconds away from bursting with excitement as he looked at the pair.

"Mine?" He shrugged.

"I’ll see you there, Iceman." Y/N smirked and walked past him off the podium, patting his shoulder as she did so.

She didn’t see the real smile that had shown on Kimi’s face that day and she didn’t hear Sebastian’s shouting amongst the crowd of fans, the man cheering for an entirely different reason than everyone else was.

#kimi raikkonen x reader #kimi raikkonen x you #kimi raikkonen #formula one x reader #kr7 #formula one x you #formula 1 #formula one #motorsport #fluff

[tunatoge]

pairing: s. gojo x reader | < previous part

a/n: this is for that one person that wanted reader teaching gojo how to bike—ty for this idea, this was a lotta fun to write! this might be a little ooc tho, sorry about that

gojo is capable of doing anything and everything except riding a bike.

he watches in acute envy as megumi bikes confident circles around you, smiling with windburned cheeks. gojo glowers next to tsumiki, begrudgingly biting into his double chocolate chip ice cream as tsumiki blissfully licks at her’s. he groans and knocks his head back on the park bench. for the past week, all megumi wanted to do was go to the park and bike with you. you’d even gone and spent a little bit of your sorcerer’s salary on your own bike so you could bike with him.

“your ice cream is melting,” tsumiki states as she looks at gojo, cocking her head to the side. “are you okay? normally you’d be done by now…” she turns back to her own ice cream cone, biting into the strawberry treat.

gojo looks over at tsumiki, his head lolling to the side as he continues to lean back, “do you wanna learn how to bike?” he asks, secretly hoping she says yes so he can ask you to teach her on megumi’s bike and potentially let him mess around on your new fancy bike.

tsumiki hums as she swings her legs back and forth, she nibbles into her chocolate waffle cone. “not really,” she says as she lets gojo reach over and wipe a smear of ice cream off of her cheek.

gojo sighs as he sits up straight, dropping his unfinished ice cream cone into the trashcan next to him. he stands up, telling tsumiki to stay put, and makes his way towards you and megumi. he ignores the other people around him on bikes, roller skates, and skateboards. instead, he tunnel-visions on you and megumi biking figure eights and laughing.

“hey,” he says as he stands in front of you, waiting for you to stop biking. megumi scowls at gojo’s presence, wanting to continuously bike with you.

you set your foot down, your new muted red bike tilting to the side. he watches as you lick your lips and admires how cute you look with your windblown hair and slightly teary eyes.

“hey, yourself,” you say with a grin. “i thought you and ‘miki got ice cream, what’s up?” you fully dismount your bike, dropping down the kickstand.

gojo could easily take your bike right now and run off with it, but he doesn’t; megumi would bike after him and easily match his speed.

“could you teach me how to bike?” he mumbles so quietly you lean forward.

“what?”

gojo groans, rolling his eyes behind his glasses. you almost gasp at how pretty they are when the setting sun catches them. “can you teach me how to bike?” he asks clearly, waving towards your bike with his left hand. “i… want to be able to bike with you and megumi.”

your lips are slightly parted as you take in his words before you full on grin, “what happened to ‘biking is for country bumpkins’, satoru?” you tease as you turn around and attempt to adjust your bike seat for gojo’s tall frame. gojo huffs out a laugh, watching as you easily pull the seat to its highest setting and put the kickstand back up. you hum thoughtfully, “alright, get on!”

megumi watches with a grimace as gojo awkwardly gets on your bike. gojo is far too tall for your bike with his knees easily coming up into his torso. you stifle a laugh and position yourself behind gojo. megumi bikes away and back towards tsumiki, making sure to be wary of other children and adults. he and tsumiki watch as gojo awkwardly pedals on your bike, you closely following him with one hand situated on the back of the bike and one on his waist like you’d done for megumi.

“c’mon, satoru!” you say, still following him at an awkward pace as he bikes slowly, “go a little faster, you won’t have enough momentum to keep you up!”

gojo grimaces and fights back a stupid ‘that’s what she said’ joke as he picks up speed, pedaling even faster. the people around you take no notice of the two of you as you guys bike laps at a decent speed. once gojo is certain he’s got enough speed going and is confident biking with you holding him up, you let go and stand back as gojo bikes away from you. your lips press together in a tight line as you watch him bike around on a bike a little too small for him. a laugh slips past your lips when gojo freaks and bikes headfirst into a tree.

tsumiki grimaces as she watches gojo’s body fall over while megumi watches smugly, knowing it’ll take a while for you to get gojo back on the bike after he’d brutally injured his ego.

you bound over towards gojo as he gets up, you grin at his sour disposition. “that was good!” you say, laughing as you help him back on his feet.

he grumbles something under his breath before bending down and picking up your bike. there’s a small dent in the red metal but you don’t care.

“wanna go again?” you ask, leading gojo back onto the paved biking area. you watch as gojo nods and gets back on the bike, his knees still painfully pressing into his rib cage. you take a look around, noting that everyone else already went home. “this time, try not to hit a tree.”

“yeah, yeah, just get behind me and grab my hips or whatever,” gojo scoffs as heat rushes up his nape and into the tips of his ears. he jerks forward slightly when you take hold of his waist again, lightly squeezing in reassurance.

“alright, whenever you’re ready,” you tell him. immediately, he pedals forward and you easily run with him. excited, warm adrenaline runs through gojo’s veins as he bikes in the empty park. he doesn’t notice when you let go, easily biking around by himself.

“let go!” he says and he hears you laugh several feet behind him.

“i already did, satoru!” you call behind him and he grins as he turns around and sees you standing in the dimly lit park with your arms wrapped around your figure.

he looks back forward as megumi bikes up next to him, his little blue bike teetering from side to side as he works to catch up. he grins at the boy as he scoffs and bikes a little faster to get ahead of gojo.

“last one home is a rotten egg!” you call behind the two of them as they work to bike towards you and tsumiki. you’re standing in a t-shirt the same color as gojo’s eyes, your jacket pulled over tsumiki’s shoulders.

gojo turns to megumi with a boyish grin, “race ya’, megs!” he says teasingly as he stands up on his bike like how geto used to do when the three of you were younger, biking faster towards you and out of the park. his movement is a little shaky before he quickly settles into a safe, comfortable rhythm.

you laugh as he speeds past you in a blur, megumi hot on his tail. tsumiki giggles happily as she swings her arms back and forth as she walks with you in the direction of home.

#vians.scribbs #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff

[frvnkcastles]

hello my love!!! i was wondering if i could request a fic with a reader who finds it hard to accept affection (even though she loves and craves it), especially in public getting super embarrassed and thinking everyone is staring and judging because why would someone like FRANK be with someone like them??? but frank is just determined at all times to show how much he cares and knows to respect boundaries but also how to push back a little and open the reader up to accepting open affection more. idk if that makes sense? i'm sorry if it doesn't

WITH MY TUNNEL VISION ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You struggle with affection, but Frank is determined to give it to you.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, anxiety, feminine nicknames

Word count: 1.3k

Author’s note: I loved this request so much and I was so worried about not doing it justice, but I tried my best!! I hope you like it :)

Even months after you and Frank had more or less officially started dating, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were. He saw himself as someone damaged and broken, but you thought he was the greatest man you had ever gotten to know, and admired him from inside out. He was caring and protective and no doubt easy on the eyes — and most days, you appreciated that wholeheartedly. Some days, you felt insecure. Full of doubt and wonder that he would choose to be with you, and that only heightened whenever you were out in public together.

So, when Curtis and his girlfriend invited you and Frank to a bar for a night out, you were stressed to say the least. You felt completely out of place, like you had no business being by Frank’s side, his arm casually over your shoulders as he laughed at whatever Curtis had just said.

”You okay?” Frank’s deep voice cut through the buzz in your head, and when he ducked down to brush his lips against your forehead, you instinctively dodged — and in an instant, guilt rushed into your system and you could physically feel the air getting awkward. ”Hey, what’s wrong?” Frank added with a frown, unsure where the hesitation was coming from. You had been fine before going out, not a single sign of being mad at him to be seen, and his kisses well-received.

”I’m gonna get another drink”, you evaded the question, and as you turned for the bar, you could feel their eyes on you. That was the feeling you had wanted to avoid — like you were being watched and judged, and here it was, anyway.

You weren’t by yourself for very long. As soon as you were seated by the bar, Frank was following and leaning against the counter to catch your wandering eyes. ”Sweetheart”, he grunted, tilting his head to meet your gaze, ”talk to me.”

Inhaling sharply, you glanced at him before returning your eyes to the bartender mixing your drink. ”You know what’s wrong”, you insisted, but when Frank just stared back at you, you sighed. ”It’s the… affection. Feels weird in public”, you explained further, and with realization dawning on his face, he slowly nodded.

Hell, he hadn’t been the most touchy person, either. But something about you had made it feel safe and secure again, like it was okay for him to be happy and show that to everyone else.

”Baby… ’m sorry, I… shit, yeah, I do remember you mentionin’ that”, he cleared his throat, watching you closely and aching to touch you. ”How come you don’t like it?” Frank wondered with a tone of sincerity, not trying to push your buttons but to understand you better — and as much as you wanted to be frustrated, you understood that.

”I dunno”, you shrugged, but you already knew he wasn’t going to take that for an answer. ”I guess I just feel like people will stare. And—and judge me”, you went on, and with an incredulous chuckle, Frank knitted his eyebrows together.

”Judge you?” he repeated with confusion, and nodding, you drew a generous sip from your drink.

”Yeah, you know, just… you’re… you. And I’m just me. And why would you choose to be with me, right? Everyone can see it. You could do so much better and I swear, if people see you kissing me, they’ll just wonder what you’re doing with me, wasting your time on me”, you rambled, and by the end of your rant, you were flustered and looking around to make sure you hadn’t been too loud. Even now, with Frank only inches away from you, you were sure eyes were on you.

Frank processed your words for a moment. ”Hey, you know that’s total bullshit, right?” he spoke finally, giving you a grave look, his curious smile long gone. ”If anything, people will wonder what a stunner like you is doing with an ugly mug like mine. And even if that were the case, I don’t really fuckin’ care what other people think. You’re my girl, and no one else matters”, he defended you, seething at the mere idea of someone looking at you wrong.

”Did ya see someone starin’? ’Cause you know I’ll fight ’em”, he changed his tone suddenly, glancing around to pinpoint any lurkers, but you quickly placed a calming hand on his forearm.

”I didn’t. It’s just my anxieties, that’s all”, you sighed in defeat, and taking in a breath, Frank turned back to you and nodded.

”And you know it’s all lies, right? Just your head tryna mess with my girl”, he pointed out, and as much as you wanted to justify your fears somehow, you couldn’t help but admit he was right.

”So, here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna agree on a safeword that you can use if it gets too much. Until you say it, I’mma dote on you ’til you’re spoiled rotten, ’cause I wanna show you how much I goddamn admire you and I don’t really care who’s around to see”, he proposed, and with a smile curving your lips back up, you stared at him in disbelief — here he was proving yet again that he was everything.

”Deal.”

You tried your very best to tolerate the public displays of affection, because truthfully, you wanted them. You craved his touch and his attention, and behind closed doors, you were hungry for it. So you tried to extend the same courtesy out and about, pushing your own limits because deep down you knew he was right about other people not mattering.

And the greatest part was seeing how happy Frank was. You were the first serious relationship he had found himself in since Maria and it had taken him a long time to relearn how to be in one. But slowly, he had unraveled what worked for him and you, and discovered that he really, really wanted to show his girl off.

So whenever you were out, he made sure to hold your hand or have his arm around your shoulders. Every now and then he would lean in to kiss your forehead or cheek, sometimes even lips, and you were learning how to lean in instead of pull away.

A month later you were back at the same bar with Curt and his girlfriend, on a night when it was especially busy. Frank could tell you were nervous, but trusting in the progress you had made together, he kept you close to him.

”So, things are good?” Curtis queried while Frank was getting you a new drink, and with a beaming smile, you nodded.

”Things are great. He makes me really happy”, you chuckled sheepishly, and just in time, Frank appeared from behind you, handing over your drink.

”Who’s the lucky guy?” he grinned, and softly nudging him, you snorted.

And then, as if it was the most natural thing, you thanked him for the drink by giving him a kiss, and as soon as your lips left his, you could see the amazed stare in his eyes. Immediately, you realized what you had done, and you opened your mouth to say something, but panic washed over you and you were rendered speechless.

”No, no, baby, it’s okay. You did good. You did perfectly”, Frank breathed out, his eyes full of love as he leaned down to cup your cheeks and kiss your nose and jaw and forehead. ”No one’s lookin’, I promise. It’s just you and me, right?” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

You caught your breathing and managed a nod, and when you glanced at Curtis and found him preoccupied with his girlfriend, relief washed over you. ”Yeah, it’s okay”, you swallowed when you looked around, confirming that truly, no one cared. No one was judging.

”Love you”, Frank spoke quietly before leaving a kiss right next to your ear, and squeezing his hand, you dropped your head on his shoulder.

”Love you.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

[mazeinthemiroh]

I have a fluffy thought about skz Hyung line, and was wondering what signs they would show when they’re in love with someone 🥺❤️ like it makes me bust an uwu thinking about them being so sweet with someone

signs stray kids would show when they're in love (hyung line)

genre: fluff + romance

word count: 0.8k

warnings: they're all simps (but yall knew that anyway 😚)

please like and reblog if you enjoy <3

bangchan

he catches himself falling for you when he's smiling like an idiot every time he receives a text from you. his dimples are on full display as he reads the simple, sweet message you sent him

he's a simp and he can't help it

with you, in person, he feels like h can relax with you and let his inner self come to life

constant conversations and speculations and rants about his favourite shows and what happened at work that day and what's the best takeaway food, etc etc... chan is very good at talking, we know this. but he feels like talking with you he is able to express himself fully and be his dorky self <3

will initiate physical contact (shyly, at first.) he's very physically affectionate and even if you're not dating, if you guys are really close friends and he has these intense feelings for you, he can't help but ask you if you're comfortable with him being physically affectionate

and when you say yes, he's bashful about it. will initiate little touches here and there, which seems to brew up an electric kind of tension. and god, does he love it

overall, the main sign that he is in love is the way he looks at you - such genuine admiration in those adoring eyes

minho

he tries to control these light, happy feelings that keep bubbling up when he sees you

but he can't. not for too long

a bashful smile, and a playful side-eye. perfect glares and jeering remarks and oh, how he loves your interactions.

in fact, he lives for them; gushing over them like he's never had a crush before. because he knew deep down this was something much more.

he's a tease - his daring nature and mocking humour mixed with his cute and awkward execution seemed to add to his charm, if that was even humanly possible. he just had it all.

but his wicked games and playful habits don't fool anyone. the tips of his ears turning red and the persistent sparkle in his eyes give him away. he's not fooling anyone.

and despite his somewhat interesting mannerisms, you tend to soften his usual harshness. he would be more sensitive to your thoughts and wants to learn about your opinions on things

he feels like he can talk forever with you because the conversation between you both flows so naturally, which is a realisation that makes his heart skips a beat

he just feels like you get him

changbin

he's subtler than the rest

and for him, 'love' is such a deep emotion. he does fall for someone easily - this someone needs to have something truly special about them in order for binnie to fall for them. after all, he knows and likes a lot of people, being the social butterfly he is

so when he is in love, he's likely to want to be around you a whole lot more

spending most if not all his time with you

inviting you out to meet his friends

he wants you to be involved in his social life, even if you are on the quieter side. he just views you as such an important person in his life that it only makes sense for him to introduce you to those he speaks so highly of

there a times were he catches himself thinking more romantically than he ever thought he would - he's captivated by your laugh, the way it lingers and hangs and ingrains itself in his heart

and soon he is not so subtle with his love for you, finding it so incredibly easy to compliment you on everything you do. he praises you even when you don't deem yourself worthy of praise

he's a very happy man indeed

hyunjin

he has tunnel vision

it seems you are the only one who matters to him. yes, you're the only one he sees in a crowded room. yes, you're the only one whose opinions matter to him

he wants to be close with you and only you - and he actively seeks out that closeness

you fascinate him immensely. your thoughts, feelings, speculations on life, opinions on death - the whole package, that's what he wants to know. so if he asks you questions upon questions, it's because he is interested, and could listen to you talk for ages

enthralled by your beauty, your life, your approach to people around you

maybe he romanticises things too much with his pages of poetry about the pattern in your eyes

or the watercolours he paints, attempting to capture the curves in your face, the tone of your skin he's addicted to, the body he can't help but trail his eyes over when he sees you

but he's frustrated as he writes and paints because he knows it won't be the same. it doesn't capture the perfectness that is you.

skz taglist: @hearts4sungie, @seokshineswiftie, @alyszaen, @jtrstp, @a-wandering-stay, @hyungenie5, @anyamaris, @acciocriativity, @chammak-challokys

#stray kids #skz #kpop #skz headcanons #stray kids headcanons #kpop headcanons #bang chan #bangchan #chan #lee minho #lee know #changbin #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz fluff #stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff

[carlyraejepsans]

hello biscia. i am asking you a second (2nd) question

how would you write an argument between sans and toriel? and i don’t mean like, for the sake of a bit or somethin—i mean some Serious shit. i like to think i understand these two characters a bit better than what was the fanon interpretation, but i still think i can learn.

this mainly comes about because i like writin ship fics, angst, and angsty ship fics

HI DUDE thanks for the question! tbh i think sans and toriel would not be able to argue: which is precisely the problem! I've already mentioned how sans is extremely conflict avoidant, either by not taking things as seriously as they should or by straight up hauling ass the moment things get too uncomfortable. on the other hand, toriel is a very proud woman. her sense of justice and doing what she feels is right is admirable, but it could lead to tunnel vision and prevent her from finding a compromise/shared ground on first impact.

basically a soriel argument imo would go something like 1) sans misjudges how serious an issue is/toriel puts her foot down on something that they should really meet in the middle about, 2) sans folds immediately in order to end the conversation as soon as possible, even if the result obviously bothers him / he just up and leaves with no warning. or maybe she does. conversation IMMEDIATELY cut short, problem still unresolved. 3) they cool off/mull it over in private on their own and then go back to the other, reconnecting through humor/jokes (better if there's a door or otherwise perpendicular flat surface between them), before bringing the conversation back to the touchy topic.

#answered asks #soriel #undertale #sans #toriel #hcs

[agustdiv1ne]

ok so I got an idea - idol! yeonjun x idol! reader? like they meet at an award show and he's just totally entranced by the reader and then they start hanging out

bye this is cute :') ty nonnie! (i definitely got carried away bc i'm a jjun simp sorry in advance)

yeonjun tends to get tunnel vision when he's preparing to get on stage; the mama awards are no different. sharp and focused, he runs through the choreography for the dance break again and again, as if rewinding and replaying the same role of film over and over again. it's hard to distract him with anything else when he's like this.

a backstage crewmember calls his name, letting him know that he needs to be in position soon. five minutes. he has five minutes. he can do this.

he spends these five minutes taking deep breaths, adjusting the details of his outfit, double-checking that his mic box is in place, and...watching you?

truly, he doesn't mean to. he's just trying to keep the inevitable nerves from taking root in his chest, just keeping himself occupied, observing how you lead your fellow members from the dressing room, gathering them in a circle in a giving them a pep talk. it's admirable, really, how easily you're able to guide your group, how they seem to hang on to your every word. there's a burning passion backdropping your pupils all the while. a mix of determination, conviction, hunger. and fuck, he doesn't even know you, nor your name, but there's just something about you that draws him in, and there's this aura about you that screams self-assurance and maturity....

shit, he thinks. get it together.

"one minute," he hears through his in-ear, and he scrambles to his position, finding the mark on that platform that will rise up to the main stage. he sneaks one last glance at you. he finds you staring back, and right before the platform beings to rise, you send him an encouraging grin, you mouthing 'fighting!' accompanied with a small fist pump. your members watch on at the exchange.

he nearly forgets his own damn lyrics.

when txt's performance is over (as successful and jaw-dropping as ever), he's corralled back into their dressing room. sadly, there's no sight of you backstage anymore. disappointment buds in his chest, and soobin and beomgyu poke fun at his crestfallen expression, before soobin, ever observant of the events that unfolded earlier, tells him your name, how you're also the leader of your group, and that you're close friends with him.

thus, yeonjun begs, nearly grovels, for soobin to introduce him to you. begrudgingly, soobin lets him join a little hangout where he knows you'll be there. you and him hit it off really well! though he's so nervous that his hands shake, he's able to keep the conversation flowing, and he learns that on top of being the leader, you're also the oldest. it's something to bond over, and you find yourself giggling at his terrible jokes and overall goofy demeanor as the night rolls on. numbers are exchanged, as well as pleasantries about having a good time. both of you return to your respective dorms with giddy looks and butterflies in your stomachs.

you, much to his surprise, are the first to ask him to hang out one-on-one. slowly, he learns your little quirks as friends first, keeping his lovesick thoughts about you to himself (and sometimes shares with his members if they promise not to make fun of him; they do anyway).

he's sneaking into your dorm every now and then, as do you with his dorm, greeting and high-fiving soobin when he's there. he learns you're competitive (outrageously so), that you love ramen as much as he does, that you love studio ghibli and that you have a crush on howl pendragon. he grins at that.

"i wish i could be sophie," you sigh one late night on txt's dorm's couch, leaning your head against his chest as howl's moving castle flits across the tv.

"i could be your howl," he states without thinking, eyes still glued to the screen. and suddenly he's panicking, eyes moving down to your smug smirk. yeonjun looks away, but you refuse to let his gaze wander, head following so that you maintain eye contact.

"do you like me, choi yeonjun?" you question, eyebrow raised. he's rendered a stuttering, blushing mess and he's quick to deny it. absolutely not, no, we're just friends! or so he claims. you cackle, and his face twists in pure confusion, asking what exactly is so funny.

"you don't have to lie, jjunnie. soobin told me all about your little crush on me," you say as if you're talking about today's weather, too casual and too flippant and soobin told you what?

you're really laughing now, and yeonjun starts to wish that the floor would just swallow him whole. he tries to get up — he really wants to hide in his room forever now (and kill soobin later), but you grab his hand before he can flee, pulling him back down onto the couch so that he's facing you. gone is the shit-eating grin, your face now teeming with sincerity.

"i like you too, you dummy," you confess. his eyes open impossibly wide, and you bite your lip to suppress a grin. "thought i made it obvious when i asked you to hang out with me."

"oh my god," he groans, head falling onto your shoulder. "i'm so oblivious."

"a little," you agree, earning you a whiny "hey!" you continue. "you said it first!"

"my girlfriend should be nice to me, not act like them," he complains with a pout, nodding at the closed doors of the other members' rooms.

"oh, so i'm your girlfriend now?"

"yes, my extremely loveable, beautiful girlfriend. and i'm your extremely loveable, handsome boyfriend," he declares.

"i like the sound of that," you say, beaming, before you plant a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose.

the nearest door swings open to reveal a very drowsy taehyun, kai peeking over his shoulder from further inside the room. he takes one look at your legs strewn over yeonjun's lap, rolls his eyes, and says, "congrats on finally getting together, lovebirds, but could you please shut up?"

#txt fluff #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fluff #txt x reader #txt drabbles #yeonjun drabbles #txt soft hours #txt soft thoughts #yeonjun soft hours #yeonjun soft thoughts #💌 — jjun

[film-in-my-soul]

Can we please get an IceMav fix it ficlet? Thank you ❤️

You've got it darling ❤️

.⋆｡°✩ Of course there would be someone to mourn Maverick if he burned in, and he's waiting on the carrier for him to come home. ✩°｡⋆.

It serves Maverick right, he thinks to himself, that the adrenaline would start to wear off immediately when Hangman drops out of the smoking, smoldering, falling wreckage of the fifth-gen he'd shot out of the sky. There's the telltale decline of buzzing energy under his skin, and almost ironically, it brings with it a hand tremor and swooping in his gut that he fights down, has to fight down, when they turn around for the carrier, and he and Rooster lose an engine. Knowing they could have lost a whole goddamn wing, Maverick doesn't voice his frustration, only shrugs, gets his grip as steady as he can on the stick trying to jerk wildly between his knees, and quips to quell Rooster's growing distress. They've come so far. To fail now is unthinkable, and if Maverick has to point the nose of his bird right into the tarmac just to make it happen, well, he's not the one who has to deal with the sparks that shoot up from their lack of landing gear.

He does have to deal with the whiplash and his helmet smacking against the screaming controls, though.

It's over quick, at least, and Maverick can fight through his swimming vision and pulsing skull easily when the canopy hisses open, and the sound of high-spirited cheering and thunderous applause greets him like a hero's welcome. He hops from the wing of the F-14 and lands with legs that threaten to fall out from under him. His knees are weak, and there's a painful lurch at the base of his spine. It's at least a slight nod to his age, but mostly, Maverick thinks it has to do with a forced eject at Mach 10 and taking a missile to his tail in the middle of a dogfight. That's the excuse he'll cling to when he's chewed out within an inch of his life by the medical staff if he even makes it there before he's ripped a new one.

Between Rooster rounding on him, hugging him tight like he did years ago, when Maverick felt he was at least half deserving of it, and the sweeping relief, he's not sure it'll happen. That, and there's an unmistakable presence making its way toward him, crewmen parting with hasty salutes to create a tunnel from the observation deck gangway right to where Maverick is stood, swaying like the ocean around them must be.

Either a silence is falling the closer Ice gets to him, or Maverick's losing his hearing. It could be both if he's being honest with himself; there's already an edge of black to his vision that he's soldiering through. If he passes out now, it's not just the man coming to a stop a foot away that'll have his balls but the whole damn Navy. And while there might be a debate on the ownership of them already, Maverick's not looking for a reminder, not while he's coming off a victory that, for all he'd fronted, shouldn't have happened, not without a casualty.

"Captain," Ice says, voice rough, something sharp in his red-rimmed eyes.

"Admiral Kazansky," Maverick nods, not bothering to salute. He'd won that bet in the late 2000s, and he honestly thinks if he tried being cute about it, Ice might punch him for the trouble.

There's a moment, a stalemate, and then Ice rolls his eyes and reaches forward, dragging Maverick in by a shoulder. For as firm as his grip is, he doesn't let Maverick slam into his chest or hold him too tightly. He's probably already looked at his pre-mission physical and found Maverick lacking the constitution for it. Maverick doesn't fight it, even going so far as to press into Ice's chest, throwing rank to the fucking wind for just this moment.

He feels hot air against his ear and tries not to slump fully into the other man's embrace like he might in a more private setting.

"When you see yourself to medical and are cleared, you are going to march yourself to my quarters, and I am going to remind you about those little things called vows, Pete."

Maverick hums, risks the quickest, lightest kiss to Ice's throat above the collar of his uniform, and whispers back, "Promise?"

It almost makes the incessant twinge in his back and definite concussion worth it.

Ficlet Bingo!

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