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first date

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: frank finally asks you out on a date.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 6.7k

a/n: y'all have only been waiting seventeen chapters for these two to finally go on a date, but the moment has arrived! i'd like to give a shoutout to the main character of this chapter: frank's belt. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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Before you could even think about getting out of Frank’s truck and heading inside the Bulletin, his large hand reached over to grasp your own that was in your lap, giving it a gentle squeeze to capture your attention. When you turned to look back at him, there was a nervous glint in his eye. Nervous was not an emotion you were used to seeing Frank wear. As a matter of fact, you weren’t sure you had ever seen it, and it triggered your own nerves in response.

“I wanna ask you somethin’.”

“Okay.”

Despite the softness of your tone, your voice seemed to echo in the confined space of his truck. The way Frank’s warm brown eyes were darting back and forth between your own made it apparent that he seemed to be struggling with whatever it was that he wanted to ask. To soothe him, you turned your palm over in his large hand so that you could lace your fingers together and lightly stroked your thumb along one of his scarred knuckles affectionately. After an agonizing moment of tense silence, he let out a deep exhale through his nose and his rough voice broke through the quietness that had settled.

“What are you doin’ Saturday night?”

When the implication behind his question clicked in your head, a huge grin instantly split your lips completely apart to the point that your cheeks ached, and your eyes lit up with pure excitement. Tilting your head to the side a bit in a teasing manner, you faintly narrowed your eyes into a look of faux suspicion.

“Frank Castle, are you asking me out on a date?”

Frank blew out a puff of air as he turned his head to look out the windshield, letting out a quiet chuckle as the edge of his lips quirked up in a crooked half smile. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and when he turned to look at you again, his gaze flickered between your lips and your eager stare.

“Tryin’ to.”

Sinking your top teeth down into your bottom lip, you turned your body completely in the passenger seat so that you were facing Frank, still holding his hand in your lap while you sat up straight. As you looked over at him expectantly, Frank cocked one of his dark brows in silent questioning, prompting you to arch one of your own in response.

“Well, go on.”

“Go on, what?”

“Ask me.”

“I just did.”

“No, you said you wanted to. I didn’t hear a formal query.”

Frank rolled his eyes as he let his head fall back against the headrest, shaking it slightly while he let out a lighthearted scoff.

“You don’t ever make anythin’ easy, do ya?”

“I thought you figured that out by now.”

Frank clicked his tongue against his cheek, but you could see how hard he was fighting his amusement by the way the corners of his mouth twitched. Letting out an impatient huff, you rolled your own eyes and squeezed his hand to get him to look at you.

“Oh come on, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? I want the whole experience.”

That got Frank’s attention. Turning his head to look at you, his thick brows rose up his forehead a bit, but only for a moment. His gaze then tapered while a cocky smirk lifted the left corner of his mouth upwards, and he motioned in your direction with his chin.

“How long?”

Heat abruptly flushed in your cheeks when your brain caught up with the confession your mouth let slip. Narrowing your own eyes at Frank, you let go of his hand and crossed your arms over your chest defiantly.

“You have thirty seconds before I get out of this truck.”

Frank chuckled deeply, causing light crinkles to fan around his eye sockets, and the unfiltered joy on his face made your heart feel like it was going to burst out of your chest. It never failed to amaze you how different Frank looked when he smiled. It was almost like looking at an entirely different person. One that wasn’t haunted by a separate lifetime of trauma and unbearable loss. He finally lifted his large hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Alright, alright.”

Twisting in his seat to face you, Frank brought his arm over to slide along the headrest next to you, and he slipped his thick fingers into your hair, moving them downwards until he could brush the rough pad of his thumb along your cheekbone delicately.

“Sweetheart, can I take ya out Saturday night?”

Almost instinctively, you melted into Frank’s touch, your cheek finding its home within his palm. There was a boyish grin on his lips, and you were tempted to climb across the space between you and straddle his lap so you could taste them. A sense of giddiness was fluttering in your stomach, and a smile born of pure happiness was strewn across your mouth.

“It’s a date.”

»»———　　———««

Frank was the epitome of a perfect gentleman. He showed up at your door five minutes early, although you had a slight suspicion he had been lingering in your hallway for far longer than that, and he had a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. Either you didn’t remember telling him what your favorite flower was, or Frank just really knew you. It was a simple, perhaps old fashioned gesture, but it warmed your heart. No one had ever gotten you flowers before, except for your mom.

To your surprise, Frank wore a black tie with his navy blue button down that was tucked into his dark jeans, and even threw a black blazer on top. You hadn’t seen him this dressed up since the night of the gala. It was kind of odd seeing him look so cleaned up.

The restaurant he took you to had to be one of the nicest places you had ever stepped foot in. It looked like one of those places that charged you just to breathe their air, and you felt severely underdressed in the simple black dress you wore, even though Frank had complimented it at least three times on the walk over.

A pristine white cloth was draped over the square table complete with the most shiny silverware you had ever seen resting on opposite sides of an eggshell colored plate. In the middle of the table was a small glass half sphere that had an ivory tinted tea light candle inside, creating an ambient glow in the dim lighting. Continuing the chivalry, Frank pulled out your chair for you and you quietly thanked him before he rounded the table to take his own seat. Your eyes were quickly drawn to the floor to ceiling grand windows to your right that had a breathtaking view of the Brooklyn Bridge all lit up. It was the perfect romantic backdrop.

But it wasn’t you.

And it wasn’t Frank.

He couldn’t sit still. He was shifty, tugging at the black tie around his neck, subtly bouncing his knee under the table. Frank’s eyes were constantly darting around, a habit of his you had grown accustomed to. Anywhere you two went, he was always hypervigilant, constantly sitting where he had a whole view of whatever place he was in, and a clear sight of all the entrances and exits. But tonight it almost seemed worse. It was blatantly obvious he was completely out of his element. He hadn’t said one word to you in the five minutes since the two of you had sat down at your table. Frank’s thick eyebrows were furrowed, an array of warring emotions flashing across his face while looking down at the sleek menu in his large hands.

Frank wasn’t the only one that felt out of place. You couldn’t hardly read a word on the menu, and the price for one single glass of wine made your eyes nearly pop out of your head. A few more minutes of silence passed before you glanced up at Frank again, and you noticed a few beads of sweat building along his hairline. He looked as uncomfortable as you felt. The other people sitting at neighboring tables around yours reminded you of people you had been introduced to at a dinner party with Steven once. It wasn’t as much of a dinner party as it was an excuse for Steven’s parents to show off their ridiculous multi-million dollar home, inviting New York’s elite to kiss his father’s ass while the attendees compared shiny new toys, scandals, and mistresses. That had been one of the most miserable nights of your life.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the waiter approached the table, hands clasped behind his back, looking between you and Frank with a polite smile. He was tall and thin, freshly shaven, and his dirty blonde hair was perfectly quaffed. He was dressed as if he were attending a black and white gala, not waiting tables.

“Good evening, and welcome to Brasserie. My name is Andrew. It is our pleasure to have you dining with us this evening. Shall I start you with a glass of our 2014 Brunello di Montalcino ma’am? Perhaps a Manhattan with our twelve year barrel aged rye whiskey for you sir? They both pair well with our Seared Foie Gras.”

Frank was staring at the waiter like he was speaking a language he had never heard of. His thick brows were creased in evident confusion, and you had to attempt to stifle a laugh at just how adorable he looked in that moment. You cleared your throat to gain the waiter’s attention and gave him a polite smile of your own.

“Can we have a moment to look over the menu, please?”

Andrew gave a faint nod of his head, his hands still clasped behind his back. That polite smile looked like it was permanent.

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll be back in a few moments.”

After he retreated, you looked across the table at Frank curiously.

“How did you find this place, exactly?”

Hearing the suspicion in your voice, Frank adjusted restlessly in his chair, reaching up to tug at the tie around his neck with a low grunt. His eyes darted around the restaurant for the thousandth time since you had sat down.

“Bill recommended it. Pulled some strings, got us a table.”

Suddenly it all clicked. No wonder Frank seemed so uncomfortable. He didn’t pick this place; Billy did. This restaurant had Billy Russo written all over it. With that new information, the way he was all dressed up now made sense too. On one hand, it made you grin knowing Frank had gone to Billy for help planning for your first date. It was so…cute. You would’ve given anything to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. On the other hand though, while you appreciated Billy’s input and help, you wanted tonight to be about you and Frank, and this setting didn’t represent either of you.

Quickly shutting the menu, you placed it back down on your plate and stood up, which immediately grabbed Frank’s attention. His head snapped up, looking at you in a mixture of puzzlement and trepidation, and when you held your hand out to him, he stared at it like it was a foreign object.

“Come on.”

“Where we goin’?”

“Just come on.”

Following suit, Frank closed his menu and set it down on the plate, grabbing your hand and standing up from his chair. Lacing your fingers together, you lead him down the exact path you had taken from the host’s stand and exited back outside onto the street through the tall glass doors. After taking a few steps down the sidewalk, you paused and turned around to face Frank, dropping his hand to reach up and undo the knot of his tie, slipping the black material from around his neck and stuffing it into your purse. You unbuttoned the first three buttons of his dark navy shirt, giving you a glimpse of his tan skin beneath, and pushed the black blazer off his broad shoulders and down his large arms. Folding his blazer over your arm, you took a step back to take in your handiwork, and a tender smile caressed your lips.

This was the Frank you knew.

“Much better.”

Frank glanced down at himself before lifting his head to look back at you. There was a look in his eyes that you didn’t know how to read. His lips parted slightly, and then quickly shut. Turning his head to stare at the restaurant the two of you had just left, he was quiet for a moment before looking down at you again. This time, you could see a hint of uncertainty shining in his deep brown eyes under the illumination of the street light above.

“I’m sorry.”

Frank’s apology instantly perplexed you, and it was written all over your face.

“Sorry for what?”

He let out a deep sigh, looking over your head to watch people passing by on the street in opposite directions behind you. He lifted one of his large hands to nervously rub at the back of his neck before meeting your gaze again.

“I uh…don’t really know what I’m doin’, here. I’m a bit…outta practice.”

The honesty behind his confession made your heart constrict in your ribcage. You knew what he meant. Frank hadn’t dated since he lost his wife. He hadn’t been on a first date in decades. It suddenly occurred to you how big of a deal tonight was to Frank, and that made your features soften. Taking a step closer, you brought one of your hands up to gently place against his jaw, staring up at him with an understanding smile.

“It’s okay. So am I.”

The feeling of your soft hand on his skin made him physically relax almost instantaneously. His large hands came up to gently grab your waist, and he pulled you in flush against his chest, staring down into your eyes deeply.

“I just…wanted tonight to be special for ya.”

The juxtaposition of his gruff voice speaking so softly sent a tingle down your spine and only made you melt into his embrace even further. He was trying so hard, putting so much effort into trying to achieve what he thought was perfection, not realizing that the one thing you wanted tonight was the man standing in front of you.

“Frank, it’s already special. I’m with you. That’s all I wanted. I don’t need all of that. You could take me to get hot dogs at the stand on the street corner, and I’d be thrilled.”

Frank’s lips tugged into a wide grin as he chuckled, giving your waist a faint squeeze while shaking his head.

“I ain’t takin’ you for a goddamn hot dog on our first date.”

“Why not? I like hot dogs.”

“I ain’t ever even seen you eat a hot dog.”

Fighting your own grin, you tilted your head to the side and narrowed your eyes lightheartedly while gazing up at him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be trying to impress me? Not arguing with me?”

Frank’s dark brown eyes roamed over your figure in his hands, a smirk stretching across his lips at the sass in your voice.

“Thought that’s what I was doin’ til’ you dragged us outta that nice place.”

“I wasn’t paying thirty-seven dollars for one fucking glass of wine.”

“You wouldn’ta been payin’ anyway.”

Rolling your eyes, you gave his bicep a gentle squeeze while smirking up at him.

“Okay fine, I wasn’t going to let you pay thirty-seven dollars for one glass of wine. That’s like…three times what I spend on one bottle.”

“Didn’t realize you were so high maintenance.”

Burying your face into his chest, you couldn’t stop the laughter that made your shoulders shake slightly. Frank’s arms slipped around your waist, hugging you close to his chest, and you could hear his own laughter echoing deep within his chest and feel it rumbling against your own. Leaning back a little, you looked up at him with a teasing smirk and arched one of your brows.

“You know, I’m surprised Maria ever went out with you. You’re kind of the worst.”

Frank stared down at you with a soft smile and his large hand rubbed up and down your lower back gently.

“You and me both.”

Even though the two of you were standing on a crowded sidewalk in lower Manhattan with dozens of people passing by every second, while the two of you stared at one another, everything else faded away. It felt like you were in your own little bubble.

“Alright, if you’re gonna fight me on hot dogs, what’s the compromise between that and a menu I can’t read or pronounce?”

“I had a back up plan.”

»»———　　———««

Frank took you to a small little Italian restaurant for dinner. It was owned by a family who had immigrated to New York in the 1960s from Sicily and had been passed down through the hands of several generations. The red brick of the walls had faded into a dull shade of rust, the wooden table was worn and chipped from several decades of use and hot plates, and the wine tasted like it had come out of a five dollar box, but it was perfect.

Both of you were so much more relaxed and at ease in this cozy, intimate environment. The owner of the restaurant, a charismatic older man named Tony with a thick Italian accent, talked you into ordering the Rigatoni Amatriciana, and it was one of the best dishes you had ever tasted. He also never let your wine glass go completely empty. Once he found out you and Frank were on a date, every time Tony came over to your table, he’d look at you before glancing at Frank and nudge his shoulder with a grin, nodding in your direction and saying ‘lucky man’. It never failed to make you blush, or to make Frank beam with pride.

This was the most laid back you had ever seen Frank. The wine was flowing, and you were trading bites of each other’s dishes along with stories. He was in the middle of telling you how he met Maria at a park when you nearly spit out your wine as laughter abruptly erupted from your lips.

“Wait, she said what?”

Frank was laughing just as hard as you were, covering the top half of his face with his large hand, his broad shoulders moving up and down rapidly.

“Swear to God, she says, ‘Hey buddy, you know anythin’ else? Because we’re sick of hearin’ you butcher this one’.”

Covering your mouth with your hand, you were trying so hard to contain your laughter, but the image of a nineteen year old embarrassed Frank getting called out by his future wife for playing guitar so badly was causing your stomach to ache from your fit of giggles.

“Were you really that bad?”

“I wasn’t bad, I was just…strugglin’, ya know? I was tryin’ to learn a new song, ya know…singin’ it out loud like an asshole. I was-”

Frank paused for a moment, like he was replaying the memory in his head, and then a grin split across his lips as he shook his head and started laughing again.

“-I was butcherin’ the hell outta it.”

Hearing the resignation in his voice when he stopped defending himself only made you laugh even harder, watching as he brought his glass of wine to his smiling lips to take a large sip.

“Wow, she must have really liked you to still go out with you after that.”

Frank set his glass of wine down and gave a light nod of his head, staring down at his empty plate with a soft smile on his lips and a somewhat far away look in his eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah she uh…she saw somethin’, I guess. Somethin’ I couldn’t.”

Staring over at Frank quietly for a moment, you set your wine glass down before reaching across the table to place your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. When he glanced up to meet your gaze, you looked at him with a warm smile on your lips.

“It doesn’t matter if you couldn’t see it. She saw it, and it was special. That’s all that matters.”

Frank regarded you silently for a minute, and then a tender smile of his own crossed his lips while he brought your hand up to place a soft kiss to the back of it.

“You’re somethin’ special, you know that?”

Warmth caressed the tops of your cheeks and spread throughout your lower belly. The sincerity in his voice, the way he was looking at you…it had those three words right on the tip of your tongue again. It was astounding how everything with Frank felt so…natural. He was the first person you didn’t have to pretend with or water yourself down for. He didn’t expect you to be anyone other than who you were. Tonight was the most relaxed and carefree you had ever felt on a date, or in any of your past relationships before. As badly as you wanted to shout those three words from the rooftops, you decided on another truth instead.

“You make me feel it.”

»»———　　———««

After indulging in the most delicious tiramisu you’d ever tasted in your life, you and Frank found yourselves in a small dive bar a few blocks down the street. It wasn’t too terribly packed for a Saturday night, and you two managed to snag an unoccupied pool table towards the back of the bar after ordering a round of drinks. Frank, being the gentleman he is, offered to teach you how to play, and even though you already knew how, you weren’t going to turn down the offer. It was far too enticing.

For about half an hour, you let him explain the game, felt him pressing up against you from behind while he “taught you” how to hold the pool cue and how to aim, his large rough hands manipulating yours on the cue to demonstrate proper placement. After he was finished with his little lesson, and with the liquid mischief of tequila flowing through your bloodstream, you decided to make things interesting.

“I bet the next round of drinks that I can sink that seven.”

Frank quickly paused when lifting his beer bottle to his lips, arching one of his thick brows while an expression of amusement painted his features as he looked at you.

“Yeah? One lesson and you’re an expert, huh?”

Without offering a verbal reply, you winked at him before leaning over the pool table and lining up your shot.

The deep maroon seven ball glided along the hunter green felt canvas that’s vibrancy had been muted by decades of ashen smoke, complemented by faint rings from one too many sweaty beer glasses and other questionable stains. It sank into the corner pocket with a loud clack, and Frank’s attention flickered between the corner pocket and your form leaned over the pool table, an expression of complete surprise flashing across his features.

Slowly rising up to your full height, you fought to contain the smirk that threatened to overtake your entire mouth, though a whisper of it could be detected at the corner of your ruby painted lips. Frank noticed it, he noticed everything, and it had him narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

“You hustlin’ me?”

Placing the bottom of the pool stick on the floor, your fingers lightly slid down the smooth maple wood, lightly wrapping around the midsection while you lightly shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Frank stared at you from where he stood casually leaning against the edge of the table, one of his large hands resting on his hip along the leather of his belt, the other grasping his own pool stick with two of his fingers and his beer bottle with the rest. The dim light above the pool table cast a shadow over his sharp features that made his warm whiskey eyes appear more like deep pools of darkened espresso. His thick brows pinched, causing a crease in his forehead.

“You said you didn’t know how to play-”

“I never said that.”

The look of faux innocence on your features caused Frank’s eyes to darken, cocking his head to the side while staring at you in a way that was silently challenging you to prove his memory wrong. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you slowly began to round the expansive pool table, your lips stretching into a playful grin. Slipping between Frank’s large form and the table, you purposefully brushed your ass against the front of his jeans, eliciting a deep grunt from him in response.

“You said you could teach me.”

Leaning over the pool table, you arched your back a little more than necessary while lining your pool stick up with the cue ball, lifting your ass further up into Frank’s point of view. You didn’t need to glance over your shoulder to know that’s exactly where his hungry gaze was. You could feel it.

“Yeah, and you let me.”

There was just barely a trace of annoyance nestled in the gravel of his deep voice, and it made you grin.

“Did you think I was gonna pass up the opportunity to let you bend me over something?”

The dingy ivory cue ball was lined up perfectly with the smooth electric blue of the two, but just as you were about to take your shot, Frank’s large hand wrapped around your hip and squeezed tightly as he pressed himself against you from behind, and your hand slipped. The cue ball sailed only a few inches ahead in the opposite direction you planned for, and you tightened your grip around your pool stick.

Letting out a deep exhale through your nose, you turned your head to look up at Frank over your shoulder, only to find him staring back at you with a burning intensity that ignited a flame of pure desire in your lower belly.

“That wasn't fair.”

“And wigglin’ your ass in the air, bein’ a goddamn tease is?”

Before you could respond, Frank leaned forward, pressing his firm chest right up against your back, letting you feel the heat of his body against yours. The spiced woodsy scent of his cologne overwhelmed your senses far more than the concoction that wafted in the dense air of the dive bar, and you could almost taste the beer on his lips when he leaned in so close that his large nose bumped against your own.

“You wanna play dirty, sweetheart? We’ll play dirty.”

Frank suddenly stood up straight and let go of you to walk around towards the opposite end of the pool table. He grabbed the triangular rack and retrieved the balls from the outlet below before grabbing the others that were still scattered across the table, and he set up a brand new game with a look of pure focus and determination in his eyes.

You couldn’t help yourself from being even more of a tease. Frank just looked too damn good, and you had a great buzz going. He’d loosened another button to your delight, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows exposing his muscular forearms. Leaning your pool stick against the table, you sauntered over towards the high top table to your right where your purse was and slipped your hand inside, pulling Frank’s long forgotten tie out.

“If I win-”

Turning around to face Frank with a smirk, you noticed that he had paused his set up of the game and was now glancing between the tie in your hands and the look on your face in a mixture of intrigue and confusion.

“-I get to use this, on you.”

As soon as those words left your lips, Frank’s eyes instantly darkened. He stared at you in a way that made you want to abandon the game all together and drag him out to the alley to let him fuck you there, but you knew he wouldn’t budge. Frank didn’t back down from a challenge. He embraced it. His eyes flickered between the tie in your hands and your gaze, letting out a quiet grunt accompanied by a nod in response before removing the rack once the balls were set up in a perfect triangle.

Grabbing his beer bottle from the edge of the table, he motioned towards your pool cue with it before taking a large sip.

“Ladies first.”

Placing the tie back into your purse, confusion knit between your brows at Frank’s nonchalance. You stared at him from the opposite end of the table, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Aren’t you going to tell me what you get if you win?”

Frank focused his attention solely on you, and there was a predatory look in his eyes that made you nearly sink to your knees right then and there.

“Figured I’d show ya instead.”

»»———　　———««

It took Frank twenty minutes to kick your ass. Twenty. Minutes. Why you thought you could actually beat him, who really knows. Maybe it was the confidence granted from the glasses of wine at dinner and the two margaritas you’d already had. Maybe you underestimated how good of a pool player Frank was, which was stupid on your part considering it wasn’t far fetched to think that his base had a pool table and he probably perfected his game during his tours in the Marines. Maybe you just didn’t give a fuck if you won or not because either way, you got Frank. He didn’t tell you exactly what he wanted if he won, but the fact of the matter was you could see in his eyes just what it was that he wanted and you were more than eager to give it to him.

Frank kicked the door to the small dive bar bathroom shut with his boot, taking his hand off you only for a quick second to lock the door. His kisses were hungry and aggressive, and even a little possessive. His large hands slipped from your waist down to your hips and finally reached around to land on your ass, squeezing roughly through the thin material of your dress. The action made you moan into his mouth, and he tore his lips away from yours just to attach them to your neck, leaving a wet trail of open mouthed kisses before speaking into your ear in a low and rough voice that had your panties immediately soaked.

“Been wantin’ to rip this off you all goddamn night.”

“No one’s stopping you.”

Frank’s large hands found their way to your hips once again, and he tugged your dress upwards until the hem of it was at the top of your thighs. Gripping onto your waist, he quickly lifted you up and placed you on the edge of the sink, the cool ceramic of it a stark contrast to the heated skin on the backs of your thighs. Just as you were reaching for his belt, he suddenly let go of you and took a few steps back, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip. Seeing the look of confusion on your face and the impatient pout on your lips, he stared at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Put your hands together.”

Blinking a few times, you continued to stare at him in perplexity. A crease formed between your brows at his words.

“What?”

Frank didn’t tear his ravenous eyes away from you. They trailed over your figure, drinking in the sight of your dress bunched up to your hips, your thighs spread apart as you sat on the edge of the sink with your legs dangling below, a delectable view of your soaked panties. He took in the way your breasts rose and fell quickly from how hard you were breathing already, the heat that flushed in your cheeks, and the look in your eyes that gave away just how badly you wanted him.

Bringing his large hands to his belt, he slowly and teasingly started to unbuckle it. Despite the fact that you two were in a public space and anyone could come banging on the door at any minute, he was taking his time, making a show of pulling the worn leather from the metal buckle.

“Your hands. Put ‘em together. I got a prize to claim.”

You were so mesmerized and aroused by the sight of Frank unbuckling his belt, you almost missed what he said. Lifting your gaze up to look at him, you seemed to get an idea of what he had planned for you, and it sent a thrill of excitement throughout your entire body. Without another moment of hesitation, you quickly pressed your hands together which earned a pleased smirk from Frank. He cocked his head to the side, slipping his belt from the loops of his jeans while taking a step towards you.

“Would ya look at that. You can do what you’re told. This what I gotta do to get you to listen, baby?”

An intense wave of heat pooled between your thighs at the way he was teasing you. His voice was so coarse and rough, but the way he spoke to you was smooth like honey. Biting down on your bottom lip, you gave a faint shake of your head.

“I’m listening cause I want it too.”

Frank was standing directly in front of you now between your spread thighs, and a grin stretched over his soft lips as he kept his head cocked to the side, staring into your eyes in pure hunger and amusement.

“That right?”

All you could manage was a soft hum in the back of your throat in response. When he started to wrap his belt around your wrists, your gaze quickly dropped to watch. The loud music playing outside was nothing compared to how loudly your heart was pounding in your ears. Frank carefully but expertly bound your wrists together, giving the leather a gentle tug to test his own work. Grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger, he lifted your head to capture your eyes.

“This alright?”

Nodding your head eagerly, Frank let out a soft chuckle. He lightly brushed his thumb along your bottom lip, leaning in to nuzzle his large nose against yours.

“C’mon now. That pretty head full of all them big words and you ain’t got none for me right now?”

“Hurry up.”

Frank let out a deep bellow of laughter at your impatient and rushed response, crinkles of delight fanning around his eye sockets.

“There’s my girl.”

Grabbing your elbows, Frank lifted your arms above your head, hooking your bound wrists on a piece of the light fixture above the mirror, leaving you completely at his mercy. He didn’t waste any time unzipping his pants to free his fully erect cock, attaching his lips to your neck once again while he pulled your panties to the side and pushed his hips forward. Immediately your head fell back against the mirror behind you the second that Frank’s thick cock nestled deeply within your snug walls and a loud grunt from him was followed by a desperate moan from you.

Time was not a luxury you had right now, and as much as Frank wanted to lose himself in you, he had to keep in mind where you were. Wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist, he pulled you closer to the edge of the sink, and while you wrapped your legs tightly around his lower back, he began to snap his hips swiftly. The glass was cold against the exposed skin of your back, and Frank was fucking you so hard, you thought it was gonna shatter from impact.

“Frank-”

He quickly placed his large hand over your mouth and whispered deeply into your ear.

“Shh shh shh, need ya to be quiet for me, baby.”

The sounds of your sharp moans and cries of pleasure were muffled by Frank’s large hand that was clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet. He buried his face into your neck, licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh, biting down gently to keep himself from moaning out. Every low grunt and groan Frank dripped into your ear was pushing you closer and closer to that edge that you wanted to free fall from. He was being rougher with you than he ever had, and it made your head spin.

Tugging at his belt around your wrists, you let out a muffled whine against his palm. You wanted to touch him, but you were also enjoying this side of Frank too much to really care. Long gone was the gentleman who had picked you up at your door just hours ago with flowers in hand. Frank was fucking you hard and rough, and it was quick and messy, but it was exhilarating. Every time you were with Frank, it was like a brand new experience. He made you feel things you had never felt before, and gave you things you didn’t even know you were craving.

You could tell he was close when his pace started to falter. He began to fuck you relentlessly, and your legs tightened around his lower back. Your arms were starting to ache from being suspended above your head, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to really fucking care. You were far too turned on and dangerously close to coming. Slipping his hand down from your mouth to wrap around your throat instead, he pressed his forehead against yours and spoke lowly while staring deeply into your eyes.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t hardly speak. The way Frank was fucking you, his hand around your throat, your wrists bound above your head with his belt, the fact that you were in the bathroom of a dive bar; it all rendered you in incoherent mess. All you could do was nod weakly while letting out an obscene moan, staring at him with wide eyes in complete desperation.

“Attagirl.”

That was all it took for a warm blanket of bliss to envelop you completely and stars to explode behind your eyelids. Frank poured sweet nothings into your ear while your hips uncontrollably bucked against him, and he continued to fuck you deeply through your orgasm. He dropped his hand from your throat and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hugging you tightly to his chest when his hips started to stutter.

The sound of Frank calling out your name when he reached his own peak was something you would never get tired of. It sent chills throughout your entire body, and it only made it that much harder to not speak those three words that tried to claw their way out of your ribcage.

Frank gently brought your arms down and removed his belt from your wrist, slipping it back through the loops of his jeans before buckling it and zipping up his fly. Wetting a napkin, he carefully cleaned you up, pressing soft kisses along your jawline in the process. A hazy grin stretched across your lips as you slowly slid your hands up Frank’s biceps to wrap around his neck.

“We should make bets more often.”

He let out a deep chuckle as he grabbed your waist and gently lifted you up from the sink, setting you back down on unsteady legs. He helped you fix your dress before grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger, smirking at you.

“You ain’t gotta make a bet for that. All you gotta do is ask.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

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highvern · 4 months

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Baby Blues

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, domestic!au

Warnings: gross tooth rotting fluff, dad!gyu mom!reader.

Length: ~500

Note: Drunk Goggles couple is back! for a moment! I'm in a bit of a slump and needed something easy and they're so near and dear to my heart. I saw a tiktok of a baby refusing to say dada and i couldn't let it go. threw in some speech development bc im annoying (babies use their lips to say M and B sounds and their tongues to say D which is a skill they develop later)

also GIRL DAD MINGYU SUPREMACY

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“Say da-da.”

“Mama!”

“Your daughter hates me.” Mingyu huffs, head falling to the kitchen table with a thunk.

Hana delights in her fathers dramatics, squealing her joy while yogurt goes flying. Her chubby fists clap against the plastic table of her high chair and little legs kick out. Mingyu smiles through the pain, never able to truly be annoyed with his favorite person in the world.

Mingyu had been trying to get her to say dada for the better part of an hour. So far each request was either answered with "mama", bubble noises, or unintelligible baby gibberish. You'd simply watched the entire thing unfold from behind your coffee cup, smirking into the rim at Mingyu's desperation.

“Our daughter doesn’t hate you." You say, rolling your eyes. "She’s a baby.”

“No, she hates me. Watch. Say dada, Hana.”

Hana doesn’t pause before shrieking, “Mama!”

“See!” He argues, arms out towards the babbling baby like she's torturing him on purpose.

“She just loves her mama, don’t you Hana?” You coo at her, stroking the top of her head covered in wispy hair as you wipe the mess of drool and her breakfast away.

“Ggggh!”

“Daddy is silly, isn’t he?”

“Bfffff.” Hana spits, ungracefully wiggling in her seat.

Eyes wide, you agree with her ramblings. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.” Mingyu pouts.

“We would never!” You give Hana a cartoonish wink that sends her into a fit.

Returning to the sink with dirty dishes, you listen to your husband try desperately to get Hana to say the words he’s been begging to hear since she called you mama for the first time a week ago. Hana humors him, pure sunshine under Mingyu’s constant attention; giggling at his crestfallen face every time like its new.

Deciding to take mercy, you approach Hana’s chair and lift her into your arms. “Gyu watch this. Hana, where’s baba? Baba?” You ask, pointing one of her pudgy fists directly at Mingyu.

“Bah…Bah?”

“She—she said—I’m baba!” Mingyu repeats dumbstruck, staring at your smiling face. “LETS GO!” He whoops, rising to bolt around the kitchen. Jumping around the room like he won the lottery, fists punching the air in victory.

It’s the same way he reacted when he found the positive test waiting for him on the bathroom counter almost a year ago. Unfiltered, unadulterated joy. Except there were far more tears when he found out he was going to be a dad, a broken lamp, and a broken couch.

Now, he grins like a mad man, chest puffed in pride that his daughter finally recognized him. As if it was ever a question despite Hana being a spitting image of Mingyu except for her nose which clearly comes from your gene pool. How she screams when he gets home from work and immediately picks her up for smothering kisses like he’d been gone more than a couple hours. Or when you’re all curled up on the couch and she falls asleep on his chest, her mouth open wide as she snores just like the man holding her. And the times all the boys visit to coo over their niece, bribing her with funny faces and silly voices to let them carry her, but the only person she reaches her little arms for his Mingyu.

Hana is Mingyu’s mini me, attached to his hip since her first day. But she's already learning how to get the best of him, no doubt a skill she inherited from you.

You and your daughter cackle in unison as Mingyu sweeps you both into a bear hug, alternating kisses between your lips and Hana’s almost bald head.

“My girls,” he says with a squeeze, content seeping into his words.

“Mama!”

There's a sigh of resignation, and a nod of his head. “We’ll work on it.”

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katsu28 · 10 months

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through the lens

pairing: jamie tartt x reader

summary: a richmond win, a trip to ola’s, and a camera is all it takes to find out how jamie tartt really feels about you

warnings: swearing ofc, reader is afc richmond's team photographer, 2.5k

a/n: humbly inviting begging anyone and everyone to drop ted lasso requests from this list or this one in my inbox <3 i write for jamie, roy, sam, dani, and isaac! now pls enjoy the result of my jamie tartt brainrot

The atmosphere in the locker room was positively electric.

AFC Richmond was fresh off their first win in a very long time, and everyone was beyond ecstatic, buzzing with residual adrenaline and pride on a game well played. All the players were in a huddle in the center of the room, jumping at each other with nothing but pure joy in their eyes.

All you could do was try your best to capture the moment without getting in the way of the festivities, which you somehow managed by climbing up onto one of the benches in front of the lockers as you snapped picture after picture of the team getting their celebration on. Nobody really paid you any mind throughout, until you turned your camera on one Jamie Tartt, who was already looking right at you the second your viewfinder focused on him.

He beamed, lifted his hand up in a small wave, and for a split second you thought he might’ve started to make his way over to you, but he was caught on the shoulder and redirected by an overjoyed Dani Rojas. You swiveled away from Jamie and towards where Colin and Isaac had started some sort of chant that you could barely make out over the ruckus.

Focusing on them gave you the chance to let your heart rate settle back down after sharing that split second moment with Jamie. It was pathetic, really—pining over someone like him.

More of a silly little crush than anything, you knew it would never lead to anything because you’d rather a sinkhole open up in the middle of the road and swallow you up than tell Jamie that you liked him. But that didn’t stop your feelings for him from growing. He’d come back to AFC Richmond someone different—sweet and empathetic and the biggest supporter of his fellow Greyhounds—which made it that much harder to keep your crush under wraps.

Hell, Keeley had figured it out within weeks of his return and accidentally let it slip to Roy. He’d very gruffly assured you that he hadn’t told a soul, but you were sure that the whole team knew about it by now. Everyone except Jamie. You’d never been so glad for his thick head.

“Alright, I know y’all are excited about the win, I am too but listen up!” Coach Lasso’s voice cut through the commotion, hands waving over his head to get his players’ attention. At the drop of a hat, every single one of them fell quiet, eagerly awaiting what their beloved coach had to say.

You were looking forward to it too, not only because a Lasso signature speech was always a great opportunity to get raw, unfiltered photos of the team, but because he always had something positive to say, no matter what the outcome on the pitch had been. The amount of love and care Ted Lasso had for his players was his strong suit, and it showed in everyone’s respect for him.

“I’m real proud of what all y’all did out there on the pitch tonight. I know I say that after every match and I mean it every time, but this one is just a little bit sweeter. I appreciate every single one of you boys more than you could imagine,” He continued, looking to address each person. They looked like kids again, giddy with glee as they soaked in their coach’s praise.

You took shot after shot of everyone in the moment, so enveloped in your craft that you didn’t notice someone had come to stand beside you until you let your camera hang. That was when you noticed Jamie, inching closer with an innocent look on his face until he saw you looking down at him.

“Hiya,” He said, playfully nudging your leg with a cheeky smile. “Gettin’ a good view up there?”

“Shouldn’t you be listening to your coach?” You shot back, fighting the urge to pick your camera back up and take a shot of his lopsided grin and stupidly endearing twinkle in his eye as he looked up at you.

“Nothin’ I haven’t heard before.” Jamie shrugged, but he turned back around to look at Ted.

Even though he wasn’t paying attention to you, it was hard not to pay attention to him. That was a problem you’d increasingly been running into, not being able to focus when Jamie was around. You thought you’d had it under wraps, but it seemed like you’d developed a sixth sense for whenever he wandered into your vicinity. And lately, that sense had been pinging a lot more than usual.

Maybe you were reading too much into things, but it seemed like Jamie had been popping up everywhere you went in the facility. Granted, it was mainly the pitch and the locker room hallways, but it flustered you all the same. One brief conversation about even something mundane like weekend plans or the weather paired with a smile and a cheeky wink before he disappeared around a corner and you were left wondering what you’d been doing in the first place.

Ted was closing out his speech by the time you’d remembered you were actually supposed to be doing your job right now. You jerked out of your thoughts, snapping a few photos of the coaching staff before he finished up for the night. “Now go ahead and let loose, golden goose!”

“I’m pretty sure it is geese, Coach,” Sam chimed in, giving him a good natured smile.

“You know what I mean! Go have some fun, celebrate, all that jazz. But not too much fun because I expect to be seein’ y’all bright and early tomorrow morning for practice. Remember, the early bird gets the worm! See, I know I did that one right.” With that, Ted waved the team off, retreating back into the coaches’ office with Coach Beard on his heels and leaving them with all their pent up energy.

“Sam says we’re all going to Ola’s to celebrate!” Bumbercatch exclaimed, drawing a roar of approval from the rest of the team.

“You comin’ with us?” Jamie asked you hopefully, tilting his head to the side a bit. Warmth bloomed on your cheeks at the prospect of him wanting you to tag along. “Catch the festivities, give the people what they want?”

Oh. He was asking because you were their photographer. Not for the other foolishly hopeful reason you were thinking of. Of course.

“Yeah, I’ll tag along. Gotta catch you boys in your natural habitat, don’t I?”

Jamie’s mouth lifted into a cool smirk. “‘Course you do. You can catch a ride with me, if you want.”

“Oh! Um, only if it’s not too much trouble.” You could only hope you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt.

He nodded, extending a hand up towards you to help you down from your perch. You accepted it maybe a bit too eagerly, because your step down from the bench put you a little closer to Jamie than you’d planned, barely a few inches between the two of you. You swore you almost stopped breathing when his chest brushed against yours as he inhaled a sharp breath. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, and it almost looked like he was as stunned as you.

You both mumbled an apology, words tumbling over each other messily as you stepped apart. His hand flew up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. Yours went straight for your camera, busying yourself with a few random buttons as if it were a defense mechanism. Neither of you could look at the other for a good while, not until you got into Jamie’s car and were on the way to Ola’s to meet the rest of the team.

“So. What’d you think of the game?”

“S’good! You did great, Jamie,” You exclaimed, excited now. It was true, Jamie had been on fire tonight with a goal and two assists. “All of you did great.”

“Should I pose for ya next time? Give ya a proper action shot?“ He sounded only half joking. “M’trusting you to make me look good, y’know!”

“Posing is overrated. I like the shots I get when you lot get out there on the pitch. They’re natural.”

“But what if I make a stupid face when I pass the ball? Those can’t be any good.”

“They’re called candids, and I happen to think they look better than your promotional shots.”

“Bullshit! I looked sexy in those shots and you know it.”

While he wasn’t wrong, you had a point to prove now. Taking a deep breath, you counted to three in your head before picking your camera back up, swiveling in your seat and snapping one, two, three pictures of him.

Jamie’s brow furrowed at the shutter clicks, giving you a confused glance over in your direction. “Oi! What’s that for?”

“That’s a candid.” You said simply, ignoring your heart pounding a million miles a minute against your ribcage. You flicked through the photos, pleased to see that they’d come out just as you suspected—perfect.

“Not even getting my good angle, some photographer you are,” He muttered, giving his head an overexaggerated shake.

“All your angles are good, Jamie,” You scoffed. “And you don’t need me to make you look good, ‘cause you’re doing it just fine on your own.” You didn’t realize what you’d said until a beat later when he looked extremely delighted, but every part of what you said was true.

Even caught off guard and driving, Jamie Tartt looked unfairly good. The lights off the dashboard washed over his handsome face in a warm light, making him look softer than the harsh lights of Nelson Road did.

On the football pitch, he was tough and cocky, mouthing off to opposing team with the sole purpose of getting under their skin, and the lighting reflected that. He was Jamie Tartt, a striker with a right foot kissed by God, one of the greatest footballers in Richmond history. In this car, here with just the two of you, he was at ease. His guard was down, his facade gone. He was just Jamie Tartt, a boy from Manchester. That was the Jamie you’d grown some not-so-small feelings for.

Ola’s was definitely quieter than any pub in Richmond would’ve been, though you suspected that the team rather enjoyed it this way. They loved and appreciated their fans, but it was nice to be surrounded by friends as opposed to being gawked at the whole night. Even so, someone had turned on music with a heavy beat that thumped through the restaurant and everyone was having a good time.

It was the perfect opportunity to grab a few more quick shots of the team and you took it gratefully, milling around the place for a bit snapping pictures here and there before coming back to your seat to flick through everything. You had to see what you could give the PR team to put on Richmond’s socials.

A pint of beer slid in front of you drew you away from your camera, but it was mostly the smiling Jamie who’d slid into the chair next to you. He leaned in a little closer to be heard over the chatter of the restaurant, bracing his arm on the back of your chair.

“D’you ever stop working?”

“Meaning?”

“Nothin’ bad! I just mean…every time I see ya you’re nose deep in that camera, barely get t’see your face.”

“The point of my job is to see your face, not mine,” You joked, growing more nervous at the way he was looking at you, like he meant he actually wanted to see your face more instead. Jamie’s expression softened into something fond, knee bumping against yours gently, fingers brushing against your shoulder. His touch sent a feeling not unlike static shock through you, racing through your veins and sending your heart thundering loudly in your ears.

You were suddenly aware of just how close he was to you and leaning closer still, so close you could see a smudge of dirt from the pitch on his neck that he’d missed, the flecks of gray in his blue eyes.

“S’shame. Got a face too pretty to be behind the lens all the time. Prettier than mine, even.”

“Stop it,” You mumbled, but there was no real force behind your words. Jamie thought you were pretty. It made you feel giddy inside.

“No, you stop it. You’re stunnin’.” He insisted, looking entirely sincere.

“You’re just saying that.”

“M’not. I mean it.” Jamie shook his head vehemently. You pressed your lips together, denying it still. “You don’t believe me. Here,” He was quick to grab your camera off the table carefully, leaning back a bit and hitting the shutter button determinedly. You’d barely managed to stretch an arm over your face before the flash went off. He squinted at the tiny screen, studying it for a few seconds before smiling proudly.

“Think I finally know what’s so good about those candids you keep talkin’ about. That one’s a keeper.” He was firm in his words, turning the camera around to show you the picture he’d taken. Part of your face was obscured by your outstretched hand, but you could see most of your smile and a gleam in your eyes that you didn’t know you had until this very moment. You liked it.

“D’you wanna go on a date with me sometime?” He asked hopefully, fiddling with the edges of his shirtsleeves. Warmth flooded your cheeks in an instant. “A proper one, where I can come by yours and ring your doorbell and give you flowers and all that shit.”

“Someone give Lust Conquers All a ring, ‘cause Jamie Tartt is a changed man!” You shouldn’t have been cracking jokes right now. It definitely wasn’t the time, but you couldn’t help yourself. It escaped before you could take it back.

But Jamie just rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, alright, have a laugh. You didn’t say yes.”

“I also didn’t say no.” You pointed out, scooting a few inches closer to him. He returned the gesture, sliding towards you until your knees pressed together. You were inches away from each other, again, but this time it was different. This time, you knew how he felt about you.

“That’s still not a yes.” He said softly, so quiet you wouldn’t have heard it had you not been as close to him as you were right now.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and his eyes fluttered shut. “How’s that for a yes?”

“S’good. Missed the mark though. Should be more like…” He trailed off, sneaking a quick peck to your lips before grinning sheepishly. “That.”

“Sneaky boy.” You rolled your eyes, but your tone was anything but annoyed. “Good thing you’re cute.”

He preened at your compliment, giving a little self satisfied smile. “And a good photographer?”

“Decent. If football doesn’t pan out, maybe I could make you my assistant.”

“That mean I get to spend all day with you?”

“If you can handle it.”

Jamie’s lips quirked up into a soft smile and he kissed you again, a little longer this time. His hand moved up your shoulder around the back of your neck tenderly, a blooming warmth against your skin. “I’ll manage.”

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djarin · 6 months

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one of the main reasons i love ofmd is the unapologetic queer joy they show us. there's not a single moment where the drama revolves around a character's "coming out" moment. there's no need to accept or reject anyone for what they identify as. like, for fuck's sake, there have been so many moments in the show where they explicitly tell us, "hey, this is us, take it or leave it." no explanations, no justifications—just pure, unfiltered representation. it truly drives in the point that at the end of the day, queer people are also just simply people.

as much as i appreciate the abundance of queer representation we're getting now, i cannot emphasize how much a show like ofmd means to me. i am begging more companies to do what ofmd is doing and just show queer people living as boring old fucking people instead of as victims. take us beyond existing as an educational tool or a plot device. show queer people being people, and we'll stop being victims.

"kill me. kill us all. our spirit will last throughout your entire fսckin' empire because... we're good." you know what this show teaches us? that queer people are resilient as fuck, and that whatever we may have been told, shown, and made to believe about our queerness is wrong. we're good. we continue to be good despite the hardships we face. despite all the shit our elders and trailblazers have gone through from the beginning. despite the political landscapes of today that continue to try to strip us of our dignity and rights. we still exist and we will continue to exist—as people first, and victims last.

#elio talks #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #lgbt #queer #izzy hands #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ofmd meta #like.... guys i just cant stop thinking about this. sob #that quote has literally been burnt into my mind the moment i heard it #like. they really did that to us. FOR us #looked us straight in the eye and said 'you're good you know. don't believe the shit you've heard.'#'your queerness does not defile you.'#anyway. feeling v passionate about this #prob bc im also doing extensive research about queer and trans youth in the 'at-risk' narrative w my prof sdjgjsgs

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hisui-dreamer · 2 months

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ode to the protective aide

Pairing: Sebek Zigvolt x gn!reader

Synopsis: you were one of the few in his life who could see past his rough exterior

Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic hehe, reader is a simp for sebek

Word count: 605

Notes: happy birthday sebek!! this grumpy crocodile guy really wormed his way into my heart haha (•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

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Your lover possesses a remarkable honesty that cuts through the veils of pretence and artifice with surgical precision. His words, though often delivered with the blunt force of a hammer, carry an authenticity that is both refreshing and intimidating. He doesn't sugarcoat his opinions or dance around the truth; instead, he lays bare his thoughts and feelings with a rawness that can leave others reeling in its wake. Whether he's heaping praise upon someone for their talents or delivering a harsh critique, you can always trust that your lover's words come from the depths of his heart, unfiltered and unapologetic.

Your lover harbours an unyielding disdain for the cold, a sentiment that becomes all too apparent in the subtle ways he seeks warmth and comfort. Though he may never openly admit it, you've noticed how he unconsciously gravitates towards you, seeking solace in the heat of your presence. Whether it's a casual brush of his arm against yours or the way he leans just a little closer during a chilly evening stroll, his subconscious need for warmth speaks volumes. You offer him the refuge he seeks each time without fail, enveloping him in your embrace and shielding him from the biting chill of the world outside.

Your lover possesses a curious tendency to wander through life with a certain air of obliviousness. Despite his sharp wit and fierce determination, there are moments when he seems to be operating on a different wavelength altogether. Whether it's getting swept up in the excitement of the moment or simply failing to grasp the subtleties of a situation, he has a knack for stumbling into the most absurd of predicaments. It's both exasperating and endearing to witness his frequent bouts of air headedness, but there's an undeniable certain charm to his innocence.

Your lover may exude confidence and pride in most aspects of his life, but when it comes to you, he is surprisingly easily flustered. Despite his fiery demeanour, his heart skips a beat at the mere mention of your name, and his usually loud voice softens to a barely audible whisper in your presence. You've seen the flush of colour that creeps into his cheeks when you compliment him, his words stumbling over each other as he struggles to articulate his gratitude. It's both amusing and endearing to watch him squirm under your gaze, his pride momentarily forgotten as he fumbles for the right words to express the depth of his affection. And in those moments, you can't help but feel a surge of love for the vulnerable, lovestruck man before you.

Your lover finds immense joy in providing for you, in being the pillar of strength upon which you can lean. Whether it's through grand gestures or small acts of kindness, he delights in seeing you smile, in knowing that he's the reason for the light in your eyes. He takes pride in ensuring your safety, standing as a fierce protector against any threat, real or imagined. In his arms, you feel sheltered from the storms of life, cocooned in a warmth that is both physical and emotional. For him, there is no greater pleasure than knowing that he can make you feel loved, cherished, and above all, safe.

Your lover is a whirlwind of contradictions, a puzzle with pieces that seem to defy logic. Yet, beneath the bravado and the bluster, there beats a heart that is fiercely loyal and unabashedly passionate. And in that, you find solace, knowing that despite his flaws, he loves you with a fervour that is as undeniable as it is intoxicating.

Your lover, is none other than Sebek Zigvolt.

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k0juki · 7 days

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Hiii!!

Could you please do a one-shot with jealous! Kimi? Maybe during an interview, he's already had enough and wants to leave, but after seeing a journalist or somebody else trying to flirt with his gf (they both agreed to keep their relationship private), he loses it and once he goes up to her after telling that guy to get lost, he physically relaxes and basically melts to her touch...forgetting that they were surrounded by cameras that had just recorded every second of the exchange.

I'd like to imagine how the other drivers and the fans in general would react to that :))

Thanxx <3

Yur!!!🧊 Sorry it took me too so long...school is pain.

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Kimi Räikkönen x fem!reader

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors!

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It wasn't strange to see Kimi annoyed. Most people that worked with him knew how he could get and this was no different. But what annoys him the most are only two things.

Firstly, not winning the race and media being dick about it and secondly, when anyone flirts with his girl. Of course nobody knows that you are together, but still, it makes his Finnish blood boil.

And let's just say that today wasn't his best day at all. Not only he fucked up the rece, but as the interview progressed, Kimi patience wore thinner with each passing question. He'd had enough of the same inquiries, the same stupid questions and the same attempts to extract emotions from him that he preferred to keep hidden. Yet, he maintained his ice cool demeanor, answering tersely but efficiently.

However, his face cracked when he caught a glimpse of someone leaning a bit too close to his girlfriend, Y/n, who was standing just a few feet away, watching the interview with a supportive smile that he loves. She is his safe place. When something happens, he knows that he can go to her. To make him feel loved.

And when he heard the journalist's flirtatious tone and lingering gaze he held on her, made Kimi's blood boil beneath his calm exterior. In a rare moment of unfiltered emotion, Kimi abruptly ended the interview, muttering something about needing a break and with determined strides, he made his way over to Y/n, who looked surprised at his sudden approach.

"Hey, is everything okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice, but Kimi ignored her question and pulled her into his arms possessively, caging her in and casting a sharp glare at the journalist who had dared to encroach on his territory. His girl.

"Get lost" he growled, the words were laced with a dangerous edge and it almost sounded like a threat. Once the unwanted intruder had retreated, Kimi felt a wave of relief wash over him. His tense muscles gradually relaxed as he buried his face in Y/n's hair, inhaling her familiar scent that he loves so much.

The anger started to melt away and was replaced by a sense of calm and contentment that only she could bring him. Unbeknownst to Kimi, their intimate moment had been captured by the surrounding cameras, broadcasting his uncharacteristic display of jealousy to the world.

Among the other drivers, reactions varied. Some were surprised, having never seen this side of Kimi before, while others like Sebastian just gave a knowing look, he understood the depth of Kimi's feelings for Y/n. As for the fans, social media and everyone else erupted with speculation and commentary.

"I think everyone knows that we are together now." You murmured against him. His strong arms still wrapped around you.

"Yeah, but at least they won't be flirting with you before my eyes."

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In the days that followed, Kimi and Y/n found themselves surrounded by an outpouring of support and affection from fans, friends, and fellow drivers. Despite initially feeling exposed by the public display of their relationship, they soon realized that it had only brought them closer together.

As they retreated to the quiet sanctuary of their home, Kimi and Y/n reveled in the simple joys of each other's company. They shared laughter, tender moments and whispered words of love that were meant for each other's ears alone.

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verstappensrealwife · 2 months

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Beyond a Contract - Max Verstappen x Reader

fluff

approx. 1500 words

warnings: kissing

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In the glittering world of Formula 1, where speed and glamour collide, a rumour swirls like exhaust fumes on the track: you, a rising star in journalism, are tasked with a mission unimaginable—fake dating one of the sport's most renowned drivers, Max Verstappen.

As the paddock buzzes with speculation and cameras flash with every calculated move, you find yourself thrust into a whirlwind of luxury suites and champagne-soaked celebrations, all while navigating the complexities of a relationship that exists only for the public eye.

But beneath the dazzling facade lies a tangled web of secrets and desires, as you and Max struggle to maintain the charade while grappling with the undeniable chemistry that sparks between you. With each staged photo-op and stolen moment, the lines between reality and fiction blur, leaving you wondering if there's more to this fake romance than meets the eye.

From the moment the charade began, you had no idea how intricate the performance would become. Every smile, every touch, meticulously orchestrated for the cameras, yet somehow, amidst the staged romance, genuine emotions began to bloom.

As you embarked on this journey of deception with him, the lines between fiction and reality blurred, and you found yourself drawn to him in ways you never anticipated. His charm, his wit, his passion for the sport—all of it fueled the flames of desire within you, until it became impossible to deny the burgeoning feelings blossoming beneath the facade.

With each stolen glance and whispered conversation, the facade began to crumble, revealing the raw, unfiltered connection between you. Despite the world watching your every move, you couldn't ignore the magnetic pull drawing you closer to Max, igniting a love that transcended the boundaries of the charade.

In the midst of the staged romance, amidst the glare of the spotlight, you discovered the unexpected beauty of falling for someone in the most unlikely of circumstances. And as the facade fell away, leaving only the truth of your love behind, you realised that sometimes, the most genuine connections are forged in the most extraordinary of circumstances.

As the clock struck 8 pm, the stage was set for the first PR stunt—a seemingly intimate dinner with Max Verstappen. Through the large panes of glass at the front of the building, cameras captured the scene, casting a soft, romantic glow over the dimly lit restaurant.

In the flickering candlelight, you and Max were caught in a moment of laughter, the genuine joy evident in the curve of your smiles. Despite the orchestrated nature of the evening, there was an undeniable chemistry between you, an electricity that crackled in the air.

Max couldn't tear his gaze away from you, captivated by your every gesture and expression. From the sparkle in your eyes to the way your hair fell in soft waves around your face, he found himself drawn to every inch of you. It was as if time stood still as he savoured the sight of you, relishing in the fantasy of having you by his side, even if only for show.

As the evening unfolded, he found himself lost in the illusion of your fake romance, unable to resist the pull of his growing admiration for you. And though he knew it was all a charade, a part of him couldn't help but wish that, just maybe, there was a hint of truth hidden beneath the facade.

The air crackled with tension as Max's proposition of carrying on the date in his hotel hung between you, his gaze unwavering as he awaited your response. Despite the contractual nature of your arrangement, there was a palpable undercurrent of something more—an unspoken desire that simmered beneath the surface.

Your heart raced as you considered his offer, the allure of the unknown tempting you to abandon caution and dive headfirst into the depths of possibility. Yet, lingering doubts tugged at the edges of your mind, reminding you of the boundaries you had agreed upon.

"Our contract doesn't say that's necessary," you replied softly, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

Max's shrug belied the intensity in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his voice low and husky. "I don't mind," he murmured, his words laced with a vulnerability that mirrored your own. "I think you can feel something more than this facade too..."

With his confession hanging in the air, the lines between reality and fiction blurred, leaving you to grapple with the weight of your mutual attraction. And as the tension between you reached a fever pitch, you realised that perhaps, just perhaps, there was more to this fake romance than either of you had dared to imagine.

With a nervous nod, you made a split-second decision to seize the opportunity presented by Max's invitation. Hastily settling the bill, you dashed out of the establishment, your heart pounding in your chest as you embarked on this unexpected turn of events.

As you navigated the bustling streets, your mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. What had started as a simple contractual agreement had now morphed into something entirely different—a real, genuine date with Max Verstappen, the famous Formula 1 driver who had captured your attention in more ways than one.

Despite the nerves that threatened to overwhelm you, there was a flicker of excitement coursing through your veins. This was uncharted territory, a leap into the unknown, and yet, there was a sense of exhilaration in the air as you ventured into the next chapter of your evening with Max.

As you arrived at the hotel, a nervous energy crackled in the air between you and Max, the weight of the evening's events hanging heavy in the space between heartbeats. The grand facade of the building loomed before you, a silent witness to the unfolding drama of your unexpected rendezvous.

With each step toward the entrance, the anticipation built, a silent crescendo of anticipation and uncertainty. What lay beyond the threshold was a mystery—a realm where the confines of reality blurred, and the boundaries of your fabricated romance were tested.

As the automatic doors slid open, you stepped into the opulent lobby, the soft glow of chandeliers casting a warm, inviting light over the marble floors. Max's hand brushed against yours, a subtle gesture that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins, igniting a spark of anticipation in the depths of your soul.

As the elevator ascended, the tension between you and Max reached a fever pitch, the anticipation crackling in the air like electricity. With each passing floor, the space between you seemed to shrink, until you were practically pressed against each other, the heat of his body searing through the fabric of your clothes.

With a subtle nudge, Max drew impossibly closer, his presence overwhelming yet intoxicating. You found yourself lost in the depths of his gaze, your breath catching in your throat as his lips descended upon yours with a fervent urgency.

The kiss was electric, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing second. Your heart raced, pounding against your chest as you melted into his embrace, losing yourself in the dizzying whirlwind of sensation.

But as quickly as it had begun, the moment was shattered by the ding of the elevator, signalling your arrival at Max's floor. With a sense of urgency, he dragged you out of the confines of the elevator, practically running to his room with a single-minded determination that left you breathless and exhilarated.

As you crossed the threshold into his room, the door closing behind you with a soft click, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of intimacy and desire. And in that fleeting moment, as you stood on the precipice of the unknown, you knew that whatever lay ahead, you were ready to dive headfirst into the depths of passion with Max by your side.

In the soft glow of the hotel room, surrounded by the hush of whispered confessions and the warmth of shared embraces, Max and you found yourselves teetering on the edge of something extraordinary. With each passing moment, the boundaries of your contractual agreement faded into insignificance, overshadowed by the blossoming love that bloomed between you.

As the night unfolded, you discovered that what had started as a mere PR stunt had evolved into something far more profound—a genuine connection that defied the constraints of your fabricated romance. And in the quiet intimacy of the moment, as you gazed into each other's eyes with unspoken longing, you knew that it was time to cast aside the pretense and embrace the truth of your feelings.

With trembling hands and hearts laid bare, you made a silent pact to abandon the confines of your contract and embark on a new journey together—a journey defined by love, authenticity, and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.

And as the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, illuminating the room with a soft golden light, you knew that this was only the beginning of your love story—a story that would unfold with each passing day, leading you both down a path of happiness and fulfillment, hand in hand, as an official couple in love.

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planetsandstarsandstuff · 9 months

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Sun through the Houses in Synastry: Part 2 (5H-8H)

The Sun is the brightest planetary body in our galaxy, and in astrology it is the brightest spot in your chart. It is your core self, your ego, your life force, and your deepest, truest, desires. Wherever the Sun is placed in your chart is the area of life that compels you to embody your most authentic, radiant, and unfiltered self. Which means that in synastry, whichever house your Sun falls into in another person’s chart is the area of their life that will bring out this same energy in you during your interactions with them, as well as the area of life that will feel most comfortable and “right” for you within the relationship. The Sun is what sustains us here on Earth, therefore in a synastry overlay it can show us the area of life/themes that we feel sustain us within the connection.

In Joanna Martine Woolfolk's novel (1982), The Only Astrology Book You'll Ever Need, she likens the Sun to, "the role you've been given in your grand drama" (p. 3). Well if your natal Sun shows you what your role is in the "grand drama" of your life, then the placement of your Sun in a synastry chart can tell you about the role you're playing in another person's life.

Sun in the 5H -

Someone who has their Sun placed in another person’s fifth house is bringing their self-expression, vitality, radiance, and authenticity to the other person’s house of joy, creative self-expression, children, and pleasure. This area of the house person’s life elicits liveliness in the Sun person, causing them to shine their light on 5th house themes and be extra spirited and genuine when operating within the realm of this house. Within the relationship, the Sun person thrives the most during moments of relaxation and recreation, feeling the most like themselves when they're just having fun with the house person. The house person’s idea of fun and way of experiencing joy aligns with the Sun person’s truest self and wishes, while the Sun person brings the house person a great deal of happiness and ease, and stimulates their inner child when they’re together. When someone else has their planet/s falling into your 5th house, especially a planet as warm and bright as the Sun, it can evoke feelings of pure joy and exhilaration in you. You enjoy having them around quite a bit as they always seem to be able to add an air of levity to even the most somber moments. The 5th house is also representative of romance, so strong emphasis on this house in synastry can indicate being quite infatuated with one another and can create a very “lovey-dovey” relationship between the two. With Sun in the 5th house specifically, the house person is infatuated with who the Sun person is and the way they express themselves, while the Sun person’s infatuation lies in the house person’s charm, humor, and flair for entertainment. Having your Sun placed in someone’s 5th house can indicate that your role in their life is to present them with new romantic experiences, or even to be their romantic partner (only if the overall synastry supports it though, as 5th house synastry alone is more like puppy-love as opposed to fully committed partnership). However if this is a strictly platonic relationship, then the Sun person’s role in your life may be to have fun with you, to stimulate your inner child, inspire you creatively, and keep you in high spirits. In this relationship, the Sun person sustains the house person’s joy, creativity, and pleasure, while the house person sustains the Sun person’s deepest desires and innermost self by adding levity, amusement, and (potentially romantic) thrill to their life.

Sun in the 6H -

Someone who has their Sun placed in another person’s sixth house is bringing their self-expression, vitality, radiance, and authenticity to the other person’s house of daily life, health/wellbeing, and caretaking. Themes of the sixth house that are often highlighted are habits, routines, productivity, and work ethic, and while those topics are vital to the 6th house I’ve found that when experiencing 6H synastry (especially in closer, more intimate relationships) the caretaking aspect of this house tends to slightly overshadow the other themes. Your 6th house can tell you about the ways in which you take care of yourself and others, and 6th house synastry can create a very helpful and caring relationship between the people involved. The house person provokes feelings of responsibility and concern in the Sun person, causing them to want to be of service to the house person in whatever way they can. To the Sun person, being of service to the house person just feels right, and they find a lot of enjoyment and satisfaction in it. Within the relationship, the Sun person thrives and feels quite confident when maneuvering through themes of this house. Taking care of the house person and all of their needs gives the Sun a strong sense of purpose and can even be a point of pride for them. The Sun person may also wish to be a big part of the house person’s life, even wanting to join in on their daily routines in whatever way possible. There’s a good chance this feeling is reciprocated, as the Sun’s brightness and warmth adds a cheery, joyful energy to the house person’s everyday life which they'll likely notice and appreciate. There's a vested interest coming from the Sun person in regard to the way the house person goes about their day-to-day life; when the Sun asks about the house person’s day, they genuinely want to hear all about it. The Sun person is also shining a light on other, more practical/conscientious matters of the 6th house, potentially encouraging or inspiring the house person to take better care of themselves or to become more productive in their daily life. The house person enjoys all that the Sun person does for them and likes the way the Sun person looks after them, as it makes them feel safe, protected, and greatly supported. They’ll feel like this area of their life is where the Sun person shines the most and surpasses all others. Here the role of the Sun person can be that of a caregiver, someone who helps fulfill the needs of the house person and is of service to them. Their role can also be to encourage self-discipline and better work ethic within the house person or to inspire some kind of self-improvement in them. The Sun person sustains the house person’s needs, daily life, and overall sense of wellbeing, while the house person sustains the Sun person’s deepest desires and innermost self by making them feel helpful and needed, and giving them a sense of responsibility and purpose.

Sun in the 7H -

Someone who has their Sun placed in another person’s seventh house is bringing their self-expression, vitality, radiance, and authenticity to the other person’s house of commitment, partnership, and cooperation. Here, the Sun person is shining a spotlight on these themes in the house person’s life, and the house person is providing the Sun with a space to further explore these themes within their own life. The Sun person feels like the relationship they have with the house person brings out their most exuberant, wholehearted self. Their interactions with the house person allow them to embody a more genuine and real part of themselves. The Sun person may sort of lead the relationship or interactions in some way, as the Sun is very bright and can be overpowering. The house person may or may not respond well to this, depending on their own natal chart as well as the overall synastry and type of relationship this is. Though because the Sun does represent one's ego, the house person can feel like the Sun person doesn't give them much room to shine, or that they view the house person as their own personal "audience" rather than a friend/partner. (Of course this will depend on not only the synastry and natal charts of the individuals, but also their willingness to sympathize with each other, communicate, and change any potentially hurtful behavior). Sun feels like they can discover more about themselves through this relationship, and they also feel like the relationship has the ability to satisfy their deepest heart's desires. As with most 7th house overlays in synastry, there’s a strong sense of familiarity with this placement, where the house person recognizes traits in the Sun person that, deep down, they too possess but (usually) have not quite yet grown into. The Sun person can encourage or inspire the house person to learn to balance these qualities in themselves, which in turn will help the house person grow into their truest self. The house person feels like the Sun person can fulfill their need for companionship and commitment. They feel like the Sun person shines brighter than anyone else in this area of their life, making this a great overlay to have with a best friend or a romantic partner. The house person can feel inspired by the Sun person to express themselves more enthusiastically and authentically when interacting with others. The Sun person’s role in the house person’s life can be to provide them with a significant, committed relationship, or to motivate them to tap into their 7th house energy and relate to others in a more outgoing, confident way. The Sun person sustains the house person’s need for partnership, commitment, and interaction, while the house person sustains the Sun person’s deepest desires and innermost self through the relationship and interactions they share.

Sun in the 8H -

Someone who has their Sun placed in another person’s eighth house is bringing their self-expression, vitality, radiance, and authenticity to the other person’s house of death, rebirth, transformation, and shared resources. The 8th house also relates to our reliance on others, or lack thereof, and prominent 8th house synastry can produce a slightly codependent relationship where one or both individuals feel like they cannot live without the other. On the other hand, 8th house synastry can create a relationship where one or both people feel uncomfortable with the idea of relying so heavily on another person, which may cause strife in the connection and prevent the two from exploring the deeper, more intimate bond they’re capable of developing. The way these two will react to this synastry lies in the overall synastry chart, the respective natal charts, as well as the willingness from both people to be open and vulnerable with each other. The 8th house is a very intimate and private house, and having another person's planets here can potentially be an uncomfortable experience for the house person, especially if they have prominent planets in their 8th house natally. Those with 8th house placements/an afflicted 8th house can be very used to their own independence and self-reliance, as they usually don’t feel safe depending on others. So when someone brings their planets here and promises them the emotional, physical, and spiritual support they so desperately need, they can feel reluctant to accept, fearing some kind of abandonment or betrayal. Here, the Sun is casting a spotlight on matters that the house person would likely rather keep hidden, but if the house person lets the Sun person in, this can benefit them greatly. The Sun person is bringing a warm and bright energy to this dark, lonely, and mysterious house, which is an interesting juxtaposition. Within the relationship, Sun may approach matters of this house with a joyful, candid energy, which can work to balance out all the doom and gloom that usually surrounds the 8th house. The house person feels like the Sun person shines more brightly within this area of their life than any other, and they may prefer to open up to the Sun person over anyone else. Having the bright, lively Sun here, as opposed to the emotional moon or fiery mars, can be quite good as it brings a light, and even almost playful energy to this house, which it could definitely use. This area of the house person’s life compels the Sun person to embody their most sincere self. The Sun person will find that operating within the realm of this person’s 8th house just feels right, and they’ll typically be quite comfortable delving into deeper, darker, and more profound subjects with this person. They feel like they can fulfill their deepest wishes through an intimate bond shared with the house person. The Sun person’s role in the house person’s life may be to form a profound and intimate connection with them, as well as to encourage or inspire them to display more vulnerability and learn to rely on others. The Sun person sustains the house person’s sense of interdependence and vulnerability, while the house person sustains the Sun person’s deepest desires and innermost self by providing them with the depth and intimacy they need.

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yournameloveskpop · 3 months

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Innocently

Paring: Yeonjun x Reader

Style: NSFW, Romance, Fluff, friendship

Summery: out of the girls Yepnjun has dated, Y/N was the most innocent, pure, cute one. He adored her and enjoyed the unexpected surprises she had in store for him.

Warning: Virgin reader, Innocent reader, dom! Yeonjun, sub! Reader, praising

Word count: 2,455

Yeonjun couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Y/N intently examining the price tag of a dress she'd been eyeing for the past ten minutes. They were out on one of their usual weekend shopping trips, a ritual that had become a cherished part of their relationship. Unlike his previous girlfriends, Y/N's simplicity and innocence had captivated him. She never asked for anything extravagant despite his financial stability, a trait that made her stand out in his eyes.

As Y/N reluctantly placed the dress back on the rack, Yeonjun playfully nudged her. "Why don't you get it? It looks like it was made for you," he suggested, but Y/N shook her head.

"No, it's okay. I'm sure I can find something just as nice for a better price," she replied, her voice laced with determination.

Yeonjun, however, wasn't one to give up so easily. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he grabbed the dress. "Consider it a gift from me to you."

Y/N pouted, a mix of flattery and stubbornness in her expression. "You don't have to, Yeonjun. Really."

He just winked and headed to the cashier, leaving Y/N with a mixture of surprise and a reluctant smile.

Their relationship was filled with these small, playful moments. Yeonjun found Y/N's childlike innocence endearing, particularly in contrast to the more worldly ways of his circle. She often didn’t catch on to dirty jokes, which left her confused at the laughter of others, something Yeonjun found absolutely adorable.

One evening, they were all gathered at the TXT dorm with some of the ENHYPEN members, a casual hangout filled with laughter and chatter. Taehyun, in a moment of unfiltered openness, started sharing a rather intimate detail about his girlfriend's preferences. Yeonjun, aware of Y/N's presence, tried to interject.

"Hey, maybe we can keep this conversation a bit more... general?" he suggested, shooting Taehyun a look.

But Y/N's curiosity was already piqued. "What does that mean?" she asked, genuinely clueless.

The room erupted in laughter, and Yeonjun felt a protective surge. He didn't want her innocence tarnished by their less innocent conversations. However, he also admired her curiosity and openness, traits that made her unique in his eyes.

Seeing her confused face, Beomgyu chimed in, trying to divert the topic with his usual humor. "Oh, it's just Taehyun being Taehyun. Ignore him."

Yeonjun quickly joined in, hoping to steer the conversation elsewhere. "Yeah, let's talk about Hueningkai's new pet hamster instead. What did you name it again?"

The conversation shifted, much to Yeonjun's relief. He glanced at Y/N, who was now laughing at Hueningkai's story about his hamster's escape antics. Yeonjun felt a warm sense of affection for her. She was like a breath of fresh air in his life, her innocence and sincerity a stark contrast to the complicated world they lived in.

Soobin, noticing Yeonjun's fond gaze, nudged him playfully. "You're smitten, aren't you?"

Yeonjun just smiled, not denying it. "Can you blame me? She's one of a kind."

As the evening wore on, the group engaged in various activities, from playing video games to discussing music. Y/N's presence brought a certain lightness to the group, her laughter infectious and her joy palpable.

Later, as they walked back home, Yeonjun wrapped an arm around Y/N. "Did you have fun tonight?" he asked.

She nodded, her eyes bright. "I did. Your friends are crazy but in a good way. And I'm learning new things every day," she said with a laugh.

Yeonjun couldn't help but laugh along. "Yeah, they're a handful, but they're family. And I'm glad you're a part of it now."

Months into their relationship, Yeonjun and Y/N found themselves in a comfortable rhythm, their bond deepening with each passing day. One day, while lounging in the TXT dorm, Yeonjun brought up their upcoming anniversary.

"Soobin, did you realize it's been ten months since Y/N and I started dating?" Yeonjun asked, a note of disbelief in his voice.

Soobin, who was halfway through a video game, paused and turned to him. "Really? That's the longest you've ever dated someone, right?"

"Yeah," Yeonjun nodded, his mind wandering to Y/N. "I want to do something special to celebrate."

The day of their anniversary, Yeonjun had everything planned to perfection. He had booked a table at one of the city's most luxurious restaurants, a place he knew Y/N would love.

When Y/N arrived in the dress Yeonjun had bought for her, his breath hitched. She was a vision of elegance, a stark contrast to her usual cute and casual style.

"You look incredible, Y/N," Yeonjun managed to say, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

Y/N blushed, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Yeonjun. You don't look so bad yourself," she teased, taking in his smart attire.

Dinner was a blend of delicious food, laughter, and heartfelt conversations. Yeonjun found himself more in love with her than ever, captivated by her charm and wit.

As they left the restaurant, Yeonjun reached for her hand. "Did you enjoy tonight?" he asked, his voice laced with hope.

Y/N squeezed his hand, her eyes shining. "It was perfect. Thank you for making our anniversary so special."

Back at Y/N's apartment, they settled onto the couch, a comfortable silence enveloping them. Then, to Yeonjun's surprise, Y/N leaned in and kissed him, her lips warm and inviting.

Yeonjun hummed in response, returning her kiss with equal fervor. The passion between them was palpable, a stark contrast to their usual playful exchanges.

Y/N then moved to sit on his lap, her hands finding their way into his hair. Yeonjun felt a shiver run down his spine, the intensity of the moment overwhelming him.

As she rolled her hips against him, Yeonjun's mind raced. This new, intimate side of Y/N was something he hadn't anticipated, yet he found himself completely drawn into the moment.

"Y/N," he breathed out, his voice a mix of surprise and desire.

She paused, looking into his eyes. "Is this okay?" she asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

Yeonjun cupped her face gently, his eyes softening. "More than okay. I just didn't expect... you're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Y/N smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. "Maybe I am. Is that a problem?"

"No, not at all," Yeonjun replied, his heart racing. "It's just another reason why I love you."

As Y/N's eyes sparkled with love, she whispered, "I love you too, Yeonjun." Her voice was soft, yet filled with emotion. Leaning in, she kissed him once more, a tender and affectionate gesture that spoke volumes.

Yeonjun's hands tentatively traced the contours of her waist, hesitating momentarily as he contemplated their next move. Sensing his hesitation, Y/N gently sat back and, with a boldness that surprised them both, she gracefully removed her dress, revealing the delicate lingerie beneath.

Yeonjun's eyes widened in amazement. The sight of Y/N, confident and stunning, was a revelation. "Wow, Y/N, you're... incredible," he stammered, his gaze traveling over her defined hourglass figure.

Feeling suddenly shy under his intense gaze, Y/N instinctively covered herself with her arms. Yeonjun, however, gently grasped her wrists, guiding her arms away. "Don't hide. You're beautiful," he reassured her softly, his voice a soothing melody.

With a swift movement, Yeonjun unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He then pulled Y/N closer, their bodies pressing together in a warm embrace.

Yeonjun lifted Y/N effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom with care. As he laid her down on the bed, his eyes locked with hers, full of questions and concern.

"Are you sure about this, Y/N? I want to make sure you're comfortable with everything," he asked gently, his voice laced with sincerity.

Y/N gazed up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of nerves and excitement. "Yes, I'm sure. I trust you, Yeonjun," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yeonjun leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "We can go at whatever pace you're comfortable with. Just tell me if you need me to stop," he reassured her, his tone protective and caring.

Yeonjun and Y/N shared a look of deep understanding and connection, their eyes communicating more than words ever could. As Yeonjun leaned in, his lips tenderly explored her skin, kissing every sensitive area with a gentle reverence. He was acutely aware that this was Y/N's first time, and he was determined to make it as comfortable and memorable as possible for her.

His fingers, lips, and tongue worked in unison, creating a symphony of sensations that left Y/N breathless. He paused, looking into her eyes. "I'll be gentle and go slow, I promise," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her nervous heart.

Y/N's voice trembled slightly with apprehension. "Will it... will it hurt?" she asked, her eyes searching his for honesty.

Yeonjun nodded, not wanting to mislead her. "It might at first, but I promise it'll get better. Just let me know if you want to stop, okay?"

She shook her head, her resolve clear. "No, I don't want to stop. I trust you, Yeonjun."

He smiled reassuringly, his hand finding hers. "Squeeze my hand if it gets too much, alright? I'll slow down immediately," he said, placing his other hand beside her to steady himself.

As he carefully entered her, Y/N gasped sharply, her grip on his hand tightening. A soft whine escaped her lips, a mixture of surprise and discomfort.

Yeonjun showered her with praise, his voice gentle. "You're doing so well, Y/N. Just a little more, and I'll be all the way in."

With one final, careful push, he was fully inside her. Y/N's eyes welled up with tears, a few escaping down her cheeks. Yeonjun leaned in, kissing them away, his movements still and patient.

After a few minutes, Y/N gave a small nod, indicating he could move. He started slowly, mindful of her comfort.

Y/N's initial discomfort gradually gave way to pleasure, her body relaxing into the rhythm. Yeonjun's free hand massaged her thighs, encouraging her to relax. "Breathe deeply, Y/N. That's it, you're doing great," he encouraged, his voice a mix of praise and passion.

As Y/N's tension eased, her own sounds of pleasure began to fill the room. Yeonjun's movements became more confident, a little faster, eliciting small yelps of pleasure from her.

Feeling more comfortable, Y/N released his hand, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Yeonjun cursed softly, overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection.

"You're amazing, Y/N," he murmured against her skin, his pace quickening.

As they both neared their climax, Y/N called out his name repeatedly, signaling her impending release. Moments later, her back arched beautifully as she reached her peak, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

Just seconds after, Yeonjun reached his own climax, their breaths mingling in the aftermath of their intense connection. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, basking in the closeness they had just shared.

Looking down at her, Yeonjun saw Y/N's childlike innocence return, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of exhaustion and wonder. He chuckled softly, feeling a wave of affection wash over him.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he announced gently, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the bathroom.

He took his time to clean her up, then fetched some comfortable clothes for both of them. After changing the sheets in the bedroom, they crawled into bed, cuddling close in a cocoon of warmth and affection.

The morning sun streamed through the window as Yeonjun lay awake, Y/N nestled against him, still lost in slumber. His mind replayed the previous night's events, a mix of amazement and fondness washing over him. He smiled at the thought of Y/N, his usually innocent girlfriend, taking the lead in their relationship's new territory.

Days later, Yeonjun invited Y/N to hang out with his bandmates. She greeted him with her characteristic enthusiasm, running towards him and leaping into his arms. Yeonjun, always quick on his feet, caught her effortlessly, lifting her in a warm embrace as his bandmates watched, some with amused smirks, others with affectionate grins.

As they all enjoyed a leisurely coffee together before heading to the arcade, Taehyun’s girlfriend observed Y/N's youthful and pure demeanor with a sense of wonder. Y/N, oblivious to the attention, was happily cuddling a plush toy that Yeonjun had won for her earlier.

Beomgyu couldn't resist teasing Yeonjun, "Look at her, Yeonjun. She’s like a walking ray of sunshine. How do you manage to keep up with that much adorableness?"

Yeonjun, his cheeks turning a shade of pink, replied with a sheepish grin, "What can I say? She's one of a kind. I wouldn’t change a thing about her."

Amidst the laughter and light-hearted conversation, Y/N leaned in close to Yeonjun, whispering something about 'cute lingerie and handcuffs.' Yeonjun’s eyes widened, his face turning a deep shade of red.

Soobin, noticing the sudden change in Yeonjun's demeanor, laughed heartily. "Oh no, Yeonjun, what did she say? Did we corrupt her too much?"

Yeonjun, struggling to find words, stuttered, "No, no, it's not like that... I mean, it's just Y/N being Y/N."

Hueningkai joined in, unable to resist the opportunity to tease Yeonjun further, "Come on, spill the beans, Yeonjun. What’s got you so flustered?"

Y/N, seemingly unaware of the commotion she had caused, looked around innocently. "Did I say something wrong? You all look so funny!"

The group burst into laughter, the atmosphere light and joyful. Taehyun’s girlfriend chimed in, "Y/N, you’re full of surprises! Yeonjun, you’ve got your hands full with this one."

As they continued their day at the arcade, the group basked in the lightheartedness of the moment. Y/N's innocent remarks and Yeonjun’s bashful reactions provided endless entertainment.

Later, as they sat down for a meal, the group continued to share jokes and playful banter, Yeonjun occasionally shooting Y/N an affectionate, albeit slightly embarrassed, glance. Amidst the laughter and teasing, Yeonjun couldn't help but feel a deep sense of happiness. Y/N, with her mix of innocence, spontaneity, and unexpected boldness, had brought a new dimension to his life, one that he cherished immensely.

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sparring-spirals · 21 days

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I've had a drink. i think there's something uniquely devastating about so many of the conversations opal had with the other crownkeepers being moments of bittersweet comfort rather than just pure kindness or friendship. It would have been one thing (still devastating) if the conversations were about like. fluffy bonding or unfiltered affection or moments of joy. But so many of them were. tired. understanding. Someone is wiping away tears. tired smiles. battle bruised. Do you ever feel like you're not real? Sometimes we glorify people and its fine if we never see them again. but then you meet them again. I'm scared. I'm worried. I'm terrified.Opal is wearing a spiky crown and dripping ichor and this is not a group of friends averting their gaze from it. All these quiet moments and tired understanding. This is a group of people that love each other, that really genuinely like each other, and are worried about each other. That want so badly to help.

They're standing there and their friend is hurting them and maybe the worst part is not that. Its the memory of that same friend, tired, in tears, in the dead of night, after a battle. Scared. So worried about that same thing. Your friend is hurting you and all you can think about is that you know, how scared they were of that exact thing.

How scared they must still be.

#critical role #cr spoilers #c3e92 #the crownkeepers #opal #spar speaks #character meta #HELLO. i was going to write a shitpost but im so out of the loop you get this instead #my meta

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nonranghaes · 10 months

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felix's fingers are tangled with your own as the two of you explore the aquarium. he smiles at the way you light up, looking up at the fish as they swim past with nothing but thus pure, unfiltered joy. he lets you guide him from exhibit to exhibit, beaming at the otters as they swim past. felix thinks you look amazing no matter what you wear or where you are, but he looks at you, bathed in blue light, and feels something stir inside of his chest. he lets go of your hand, taking a few steps back to pull out his phone to snap a picture. just to remember this moment by.

"i think there's one of those shark tunnel things..." you muse aloud, unable to fight back a smile, when he comes back to your side. "do you wanna go look?"

his nose crinkles when he smiles hard, nodding. "yeah," he nods, just to see the way you shine with joy in response. he takes your hand again, pocketing his phone with the plan to snap more pictures later on.

(and if it means he'll see your sweet smile again... he'll buy you a million of those shark plushies from the gift shop.)

#nonranghaes.thoughts #nonranghaes.skz #stray kids x you #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #lee felix x you #lee felix x reader #felix x you #felix fluff #felix x reader

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cherubiyeon · 9 months

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kiss goodnight | newjeans danielle marsh x gender neutral reader

the three times danielle wondered about the collision of your lips against hers, and that one time she made it real.

✩ warnings. non!idol au, high school!au, established relationship, heavy fluff, mentions of food, tad bit of jealous danielle

✩ word count. ~4.5k words

✩ playing. kiss goodnight [i don't know how but they found me]

as the school's annual cherry blossom festival embraced the campus in a tender embrace of pink petals, y/n and danielle strolled hand in hand through the enchanting scene. laughter, music, and the sweet scent of blossoms drifted through the air, setting the stage for a day of joy and connection.

y/n's laughter was a melody that resonated in the air, and danielle found herself captivated by the way y/n's eyes lit up like stars on a clear night. their fingers intertwined, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of each other's presence. the soft petals rained down, brushing against their skin like the gentlest caress.

y/n's eyes lit up with the kind of excitement that could rival a child's on christmas morning. with a gentle nudge, they pointed out another stall adorned with an assortment of colorful trinkets. "oh, look at that one! they have those adorable handmade keychains i told you about."

danielle's laughter bubbled forth, a symphony of joy that painted the air with warmth. "you and your keychains," she remarked, her voice a comforting embrace. "is there any festival you've attended where you haven't scoured every nook and cranny for them?"

y/n's grin stretched from ear to ear, a radiant display of their uncontainable delight. "nope," they admitted, their eyes twinkling with mirth. "not a single one. keychains are my ultimate weakness; i can't resist their charm."

a sea of vibrant keychains lay before them, each one capturing a different shade of their shared day. as their fingers brushed against one another, an electric warmth sparked between them, leaving a lingering sensation that buzzed like a whispered secret.

with each new keychain, y/n's excitement was palpable, their joy like a magnet that drew danielle closer. "hey, look at this one!" they exclaimed, their voice laced with an enthusiasm that was positively contagious. in their hand dangled a keychain shaped like a delicate cherry blossom, a nod to the very festival that surrounded them. "it's like a souvenir from today."

danielle leaned in, her shoulder grazing y/n's as they examined the tiny trinket. "it's cute, just like you," she whispered, her words carrying a warmth that transcended the playful banter.

a hint of pink tinged y/n's cheeks, like the blush of dawn spreading across the horizon. their eyes shimmered with unfiltered delight, a telltale sign of the happiness that danced just beneath the surface. "are you trying to make me blush?" they teased, their voice light as a feather.

danielle's laughter was a soft echo of the love that filled her heart. "maybe. but it's the truth." with a tender smile, she allowed herself to bask in the moment, her heart swelling with the simplicity of their connection. in these exchanges, in the brush of their fingers and the laughter they shared, she found a world where they could just be—where they could create memories as delicate and cherished as the blossoms that surrounded them.

y/n's eyes widened as they spotted a stall adorned with a colorful array of mouthwatering treats. "oh, look over there!" they exclaimed, pointing while grinning at danielle. "they've got an amazing selection of food. i've heard their caramel-glazed pastries are to die for."

danielle's curiosity was piqued, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "caramel, huh? well, we definitely can't miss out on that."

they weaved their way through the crowd, finally reaching the stall that promised a taste of heaven. the intoxicating aroma of various dishes filled the air, mingling with the delicate smell of cherry blossoms. danielle's eyes scanned the choices, her mouth watering at the thought of savoring something sweet.

after a brief discussion, they settled on a platter of the much-anticipated caramel-glazed pastries. as danielle handed over the coins and received the plate in return, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest as y/n pulls her by the wrist to a bench.

sitting at a nearby bench, they shared the platter between them, their fingers brushing as they passed it back and forth. as y/n took a bite, a small glint of mischief danced in danielle's eyes. she watched with careful observation, the corner of her lips twitching into a knowing smile.

the delicate caramel glaze clung to y/n's lips, glistening like liquid gold under the sunlight. the sight transfixed danielle, her eyes tracing the curve of y/n's mouth, a tiny detail that melted danielle's heart the way the caramel pastry melted on y/n's tongue.

unseen by anyone but herself, danielle froze in place, her very being tethered to the image before her. her mind spun like a whirlwind, thoughts colliding in a delightful chaos. it was a sight so simple yet utterly captivating—a single moment that held the potential to change everything.

the idea bloomed within her mind like a flower in spring, a thought so vivid and captivating that it took her breath away. she imagined what it would be like to lean in, to bridge the space between them, and let their lips meet in a tender, stolen kiss—a kiss that would taste like the sweetness of the festival itself.

in an instant, the world around her blurred as her thoughts were consumed by a single, captivating idea—kissing y/n right there, under the blossoms, amidst the beauty of the festival. the image played out like a vivid dream, their lips meeting in a tender, stolen kiss that held all the unspoken affection between them.

with a deep breath, she inched closer, her heart urging her to seize the moment, to let her feelings be known. but just as she leaned in, her courage faltered. the vision of kissing y/n was electrifying, but it was also daunting, a step into the unknown.

in a sudden burst of nervous energy, she reached out, her fingers brushing against y/n's lips as she gently wiped away the lingering glaze. it was a fleeting touch, but it spoke volumes—a gesture that held a truth she wasn't yet ready to vocalize.

y/n blinked, the moment catching them off guard, confusion briefly clouding their eyes. "did i get something on my lips?" they asked, a touch of innocence in their voice.

danielle's heart raced, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. she managed a small, awkward smile, her words coming out in a gentle stumble. "uh, yeah, just a little glaze. don't want you walking around with caramel lips."

y/n's brow furrowed in confusion, their eyes widening when danielle's thumb brushed against the corner of their mouth, sweeping away the lingering glaze. as danielle leaned back, she couldn't help but admire the way y/n's lips glistened, like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

"thanks," y/n said, their voice soft as their gaze met danielle's. there was a certain tenderness in their expression, a silent connection that seemed to bridge the gap between them.

the spell of the moment was broken, but danielle's heart still raced with the truth that lingered in the air. she had come so close to bridging that gap, to making her feelings known, but the words had escaped her.

but as swiftly as the idea had taken root, reality snapped back into place. y/n's voice, like a gentle breeze, carried through the air, their excitement contagious. "hey, have you seen that stall over there? let's go check it out!"

danielle blinked, the spell of her thoughts broken by the smile that appeared on y/n's lips. she managed to summon a smile, her heart a tumultuous sea of emotions. "sure thing," she replied, her voice carrying a touch of warmth that was reserved just for y/n.

as they wandered between the stalls, y/n remained oblivious to the whirlwind of thoughts in danielle's mind, the tender excitement that hung in the air like a shared secret. amidst the fluttering cherry blossoms, danielle found herself wondering if, perhaps, those petals might someday hold the memory of the first kiss she had dreamt of—a kiss that would mark the start of their beautiful journey, wrapped in the gentle embrace of the blossoms that had witnessed it all.

in the cozy home economics classroom, y/n and minji, a fellow classmate, found themselves in tandem, embarking on a baking adventure. together at a table adorned with ingredients, their movements seemed to synchronize effortlessly. across from them, danielle had been paired with another student, but her eyes involuntarily wandered to y/n and minji now and then.

from her seat at the neighboring table, danielle couldn't resist stealing glances in their direction, a gentle tinge of envy brushing her heart. however, she didn't allow this emotion to disrupt her own partnership. she shared smiles with her partner and made sure they stayed on track with their own batch of cookies.

as the inviting scent of baked treats filled the air, minji's methodical approach stood out. her actions flowed like a practiced dance, each move purposeful and precise. "y/n, could you grab the chocolate chips?" minji's request held an unwavering focus, as if she was conducting a culinary orchestra.

y/n, always eager to contribute, swiftly rose from their chair and headed to the designated cupboard. however, a moment of confusion befell them as they discovered the cupboard was surprisingly bare. a flicker of concern crossed their face as they turned back to minji, a hint of uncertainty shadowing their expression.

unbeknownst to y/n, danielle caught the fleeting worry in their eyes. with a subtle gesture, she reached into her own stash, retrieving a small container of chocolate chips, and subtly slid it towards y/n, all while pretending to adjust her apron.

minji glanced up, a hint of bemusement playing on her features. "what's taking so long, y/n?"

y/n's voice trembled slightly as they managed a sheepish grin. "looks like we're out of chocolate chips, minji."

minji's eyebrows arched, a mix of surprise and consideration evident. she was just about to suggest an alternative when y/n's face lit up with realization. they turned back to the cupboard, spotting the small container of chocolate chips that danielle had cleverly provided.

regaining their confidence, y/n retrieved the chocolate chips and returned to their spot, a renewed sense of assurance in their demeanor. "found them!"

a half-smile tugged at the corner of minji's lips, a blend of amusement and intrigue gleaming in her eyes. "resourceful move, y/n. nice save."

"maybe i need glasses, huh?" the playful jest was their way of brushing off any embarrassment, fostering a sense of togetherness that seemed woven into the very essence of the room.

back to danielle, she found herself chuckling as she overheard a particularly amusing remark from y/n and minji's lively conversation. their banter was a melody that filled the room, and danielle couldn't help but be captivated by the way y/n's laughter danced in the air.

continuing to work on their own batch of cookies, danielle and her partner shared a bond of their own, but her attention kept drifting to y/n, like a magnet drawn to their energy. her eyes followed y/n's every move, her heart warming at the sight of y/n's enthusiasm.

but then, as if on cue, y/n performed a seemingly ordinary action that ignited an extraordinary reaction within danielle. the sight of y/n delicately licking a bit of frosting off their finger had an unexpectedly profound impact on her. it was a gesture that held a tenderness and vulnerability that resonated deeply within danielle's heart. as she watched, time seemed to slow, and the world around her dimmed in comparison to the ethereal image before her.

in that fleeting moment, danielle's mind embarked on a journey of its own. memories intertwined with dreams, and she found herself vividly recalling the day they had spent together amidst the cherry blossoms. the memory of y/n's laughter, the soft breeze that carried the delicate scent of petals, and the way y/n's eyes had shimmered with an iridescent warmth—all of it rushed back to her like a cherished melody.

during that date, as y/n had bitten into a delectable dessert, leaving a delicate glaze on their lips, danielle had experienced a similar sensation. the sight had kindled a fire of curiosity and desire within her, and her thoughts had wandered to the taste of those lips—the lips that now bore a trace of frosting.

caught between the present and the past, danielle felt the warmth of y/n's presence wrap around her like a cozy blanket. it was a feeling she couldn't quite put into words, a sensation that whispered of the beginnings of something extraordinary.

in the midst of her reverie, danielle's fingers slipped, and a bit more sugar than intended found its way into the mix. the sound of her partner's amused chuckle snapped her back to reality, and she offered an apologetic smile. "guess my mind wandered a bit," she confessed, laughter dancing in her eyes.

as she continued to work on their cookies, danielle couldn't help but steal glances at y/n every now and then. she had a feeling that this day would be etched in her memory, just like the cherry blossom festival had been—a series of moments that pushes her to have the courage to maybe, just maybe— feel your lips against hers.

in the serene ambiance of the school library, y/n and danielle found themselves immersed in a world of hushed conversations and the soft rustling of pages. y/n's animated voice danced through the air as they shared the latest gossip, their words a tapestry of intrigue and amusement.

"and you won't believe what happened next," y/n exclaimed, leaning in close to danielle, their faces just inches apart. "hyejin actually confronted him about the rumor, right there in the cafeteria!"

danielle's lips curved into a smile as she leaned in slightly, captivated by the story unfolding before her. "no way! what did jiwon say?"

y/n's eyes sparkled with mischief, their voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "well, he turned all shades of red, stuttered for a bit, and then finally admitted that the rumor was true!"

danielle's laughter mingled with y/n's, the shared amusement creating an unspoken connection between them. "oh my gosh, that's insane!"

y/n's voice was a captivating melody, each word crafting an image of the gossip they were sharing. however, as their tale swirled through the air, the resonance of their voice faded for danielle, her gaze gravitating toward the delicate curve of y/n's lips. thoughts of her own little thoughts flickered to life, painting her lips with a shy, unspoken smile that only she could understand.

while the gossip y/n recounted held its own allure, it became background noise to the symphony of emotions coursing through danielle's mind. the flutter of her heart, the warmth that seemed to emanate from within—it all centered around the idea of y/n's lips meeting her own in a soft, stolen kiss.

"can you believe that?" y/n's voice brought danielle back to the present, the story now complete. "and i thought it was just a stupid rumor!"

danielle found herself caught in a tender reverie as she watched y/n laugh to herself. she imagined what it would be like to bridge the small gap between them, to let her fingers brush against y/n's cheek before their lips met in a delicate, stolen kiss. it was a dream she had indulged in more times than she could count, a fantasy that warmed her heart whenever it resurfaced.

with a self-deprecating chuckle, y/n confessed, "well, that's probably more interesting than the history notes i'm supposed to be reading."

danielle's laughter joined y/n's, a warm resonance that carried a shared understanding. "i'd say that's a good break from studying. but you still have time to refocus, don't worry."

y/n nodded, determination shining in their eyes, accompanied by a hint of blush. "you're right. i need to get back to actually studying. thanks for being my break, though."

between y/n's nod of determination and their admission of being sidetracked by the story, danielle felt her heart flutter in the most delightful way. it was the effect of being so close to y/n, their shared laughter and intimate conversation weaving an invisible thread that tugged at her emotions.

reality gradually seeped back in as y/n's laughter fades to a face of realization. with a rueful smile, y/n admitted, "i got so caught up in that story that i haven't done any actual studying."

danielle chuckled softly, her gaze meeting y/n's with an understanding twinkle. "seriously? well, you should study now."

y/n nodded, their expression a mix of determination and mild embarrassment. "definitely. i should get back to studying before the next period starts."

as y/n returned to their books and notes, danielle felt a quiet sense of resolve settle within her. she watched y/n's profile, their concentration etched on their features, and made a promise to herself. the next time her mind wandered to the thought of kissing y/n, she wouldn't let it slip away. the courage she had been gathering would be put to good use, she determined, letting the anticipation of that next stolen moment fill her heart.

in the ambiance of danielle's room, the soft lamplight cast a gentle, golden glow that illuminated the space around them. amidst scattered textbooks and notes, the calmness of the moment was interrupted by the undeniable presence of y/n's sweet smile as they doodle on their notes. it was as if their smile was a ray of sunshine, capable of dispelling any shadows that lingered in the corners of the room. danielle couldn't help but feel drawn to that radiant warmth, her gaze involuntarily fixated on the curve of y/n's lips.

y/n's concern broke through the quietude, their voice a soft melody that seemed attuned to danielle's heart. "hey, everything okay?" they inquired, their brows furrowed with genuine worry. the question hung in the air like a delicate thread, tethering the two of them in a shared moment of concern.

she found herself reflexively denying any trouble, her words slipping out like an automatic response. "oh, it's nothing, really. just a bit... spaced out, i guess." danielle attempted a reassuring smile, but there was no masking the distant look that had clouded her eyes.

y/n's gaze held a mixture of skepticism and care, their perceptive eyes seeming to unravel the layers she tried to hide. "spaced out?" they echoed, their voice a gentle prompt for her to elaborate.

with a faint chuckle, danielle shook her head, her tone a blend of bemusement and honesty. "yeah, i know, it sounds strange. i just can't seem to focus, even though i'm here to study."

a playful glint danced in y/n's eyes, a hint of mischief accompanied by a genuine smile. "i've got an idea," they announced, their voice carrying the suggestion like a gentle breeze that swayed the air around them. their gaze held a sense of playful challenge, as if they were extending an invitation into a world of shared secrets.

intrigued, danielle couldn't help but offer a quirk of her eyebrow. "oh? what kind of idea?"

y/n's smile widened, their tone a mixture of playfulness and excitement. "how about this: if you can manage to focus on studying for the next thirty minutes, there's a reward waiting for you."

'the proposal hung in the air like a secret shared between conspirators, igniting a spark of curiosity within danielle. the simplicity of the challenge stirred a sense of anticipation within her, a fluttering of excitement that settled in the pit of her stomach. could the reward be something more than what it seemed? the idea danced at the edge of her thoughts, teasing her with its possibility.

their shared laughter seemed to intertwine with the very air around them, forming an unspoken agreement that bound them in their shared endeavor. "you're on," danielle responded, her voice carrying a touch of determination, her mind already starting to race with anticipation.

y/n's eyes sparkled with approval, their gaze a reflection of their unwavering belief in her abilities. "i knew you'd be up for it." their words seemed to hold an additional layer of meaning, as if they were acknowledging the unspoken challenge that had been set between them. danielle's heart skipped a beat, wondering if the reward she hoped for was within reach.

determination surged within danielle, her fingers moving across the pages of her textbook with newfound purpose. she was resolute, her gaze steady as she immersed herself in the task at hand. throughout those minutes, she could feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, each passing second drawing her closer to the promise that awaited her.

as the minutes flowed by, danielle's concentration remained steadfast, but the magnetic pull of y/n's presence was inescapable. each stolen glance exchanged between them, each shared smile, felt like a secret communication that transcended words. it was a dance of souls, a silent dialogue that existed only in their shared moments, and with every stolen glance, the anticipation within danielle grew.

finally, the time was up, marked by the gentle chime of the clock. y/n's voice, like a soft whisper, broke through the serenity of the room. "danielle, close your eyes."

danielle's heartbeat quickened, her pulse becoming a thunderous rhythm in her ears. with her heart racing, she obediently closed her eyes, her other senses heightened in the absence of sight. she stayed perfectly still, every nerve on edge as she waited for the imminent collision of their lips.

y/n's hands gently found hers, fingers intertwining in a tender embrace. danielle's heart pounded even harder, the sensation of y/n's touch sending electrifying shivers down her spine. with each passing moment, her flustered state seemed to intensify, her emotions a tempest within her chest.

then, a small object was placed in the center of her hand. her fingers instinctively curled around it, her heart fluttering with uncertainty. what was it that y/n had given her? slowly, hesitantly, she opened her hand, her eyes still closed.

"tada!" y/n's voice was a playful exclamation, accompanied by the sound of their laughter. "open your eyes, danielle."

with a mixture of curiosity and a touch of trepidation, danielle's eyelids fluttered open. her gaze was met with the sight of her palm, and the small object nestled within. a candy—her favorite candy, to be precise. the sweetness of the gesture did not escape her, and she mustered a smile, albeit one that felt somewhat forced.

y/n's expression was a mixture of hope and enthusiasm, their eyes searching danielle's for a reaction. despite her racing heart and the whirlwind of emotions within her, danielle managed to respond, her voice gentle and grateful. "thank you, y/n."

y/n's gaze flickered toward the clock, their brows furrowing in realization that time had slipped away. the late hour was a reminder that responsibilities awaited outside of the cozy studying session they had experienced. "i should probably head home," they murmured, their voice tinged with reluctance.

as y/n began gathering their textbooks and belongings, danielle's gaze lingered on them, a soft sigh escaping her lips. her fingers absentmindedly unwrapped the candy y/n had given her, her thoughts churning in a sea of uncertainty. she was torn between the promise she had made to herself—to summon the courage for a kiss—and the fear that seemed to grip her heart whenever she considered crossing that boundary.

y/n's words continued to flow, a gentle stream of conversation that painted the room with familiarity. danielle watched, her thoughts a whirlwind of contemplation, as y/n shouldered their bag and prepared to leave. the "goodnight" that y/n offered seemed to hang in the air like a lingering melody.

but then, as y/n turned to walk away, an impulse surged within danielle. she couldn't let this opportunity slip away, not when her heart beat so loudly in her chest. "wait!" the word burst forth, a desperate plea that seemed to hang in the air.

y/n paused, their eyes widening with surprise and concern. before they could even utter a question, danielle's arms were around them, pulling them into a tight hug. the warmth of y/n's body pressed against hers, their heartbeats seemingly synchronized in that moment.

"i... i don't want to let this chance slip away," danielle's words tumbled out in a rush, her voice a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "i've been thinking about this for so long, and i've promised myself to be brave. y/n, i..." she hesitated for a split second, her heart racing as she forged ahead, "can we kiss... goodnight?"

in that charged moment, the weight of danielle's confession hung palpably in the air, each word carrying the depth of her emotions. the very air seemed to hold its breath, as if the room itself acknowledged the gravity of what was transpiring between them. it was as though the universe conspired to create a space for their truth to be shared.

y/n's eyes remained locked with danielle's, their gaze unwavering even as surprise and uncertainty danced within their depths. danielle could see the gears turning in y/n's mind, the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that painted an intricate tapestry on their expressive face. she held her breath, her heartbeat a thunderous echo in her ears, as she awaited their response.

and then, like the gradual bloom of a flower bathed in sunlight, a slow, tender smile graced y/n's lips. it was a smile that seemed to radiate understanding and affection, a silent acknowledgment of the courage it took for danielle to bare her heart. their gaze softened, the walls that had once separated them now crumbling away to reveal a connection that had been quietly growing between them all along.

"i was hoping you'd ask," y/n's voice was a hushed whisper, a melodic admission that carried with it the warmth of their unspoken feelings. it was as if their words were a gentle embrace, encircling danielle's heart with the reassurance that she wasn't alone in her desires.

in that fleeting moment, the barriers that had held them back dissolved, and the distance that had once separated them felt like a trivial detail in the grand tapestry of their connection. danielle's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and exhilaration, her gaze locked with y/n's as if they were sharing an intimate secret that the world would never fully understand.

and then, as if guided by an invisible force that had been waiting for this very moment, their lips met in a kiss that felt like a revelation. it was a kiss that held the promise of all the unspoken words, all the stolen glances, and all the shared moments that had led them to this precipice. their lips moved against each other's with a tenderness that defied the weight of the world, a delicate dance that spoke of newfound intimacy.

as they pulled away, y/n's eyes sparkled with a mixture of affection and amusement. "worth the wait?" they teased.

danielle's cheeks flushed, and she nodded, her heart singing with newfound joy. "definitely."

#fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop gg #kpop gg x reader #kpop x reader #kpop #newjeans x reader #newjeans #newjeans danielle #danielle #danielle marsh #danielle x reader #kpop x gn reader #newjeans x gn reader #cherubiyeon #cherubiyeon fics

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mayxo-hxh · 22 days

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As autistic coded as Illumi is, he is also EXTREMELY Bpd coded. Here's a thread abt why that would be, from a person with bpd. 🧵

Everything about his character screams a person that feels so so much but forcefully tones his feelings down so hard to the point where they seem nonexistent.

On the exterior he seems like he couldn't care less about most things and is a very calm and controlled person. However, his emotions shine the brightest when the topic of interest is a person he cares about.

This is ESPECIALLY shown in the election arc where he reveals much of his emotions to the audience. He gets two whole bloodlust scenes this arc.

One with extreme anger

and one with extreme joy.

When Hisoka provoked him, it took absolutely zero transition for him to immediately spike his bloodlust and aura to GREAT amounts to the point of engulfing the entire MOUNTAIN and reaching Killua from SO far away.

And in the same exact second it happened, it ended just as quickly the moment he noticed Killua running away. That is a CLASSIC negative mood swing example if I've ever seen one. One extreme emotion in one second, gone in the other.

On the other hand, his second bloodlust had a small transition, one that still did not give you the expectation of what truly came after.

He is seen watching Killua on his phone and the moment Nanika healed gon, showing Killua can use her on command with no consequences and also showing her immense power, he was absolutely overjoyed. So much in fact that he exploded in maniac laughter and aura a second after merely giving it a small laugh.

We get a hint at his bloodlust incoming in that moment, but NEVER predict just how MUCH would actually come out. Classic euphoric mood swing number two.

When he encountera Killua with Hisoka in the background at the end, he is pretty much shown going through the five stages of grief in mere minutes the moment his own butlers turn on him and allow Nanika to come out.

denial, anger, depression...

bargaining.......

and finally, acceptance. acceptance that he was going to be traded by killua not only for a friend, but for the rest of the family's lives.

He was so very clearly unhappy about it at the beginning, yet came to acceptance in mere seconds the moment nanika came out. He bargained with himself, Killua shouldnt be able to wish twice, then accepted. even if he could, thats okay. go ahead, kill me!

and then theres also the way he just switches from a very :DDD to >:| mood in like one panel short hello he is so coded

Even more; Usually bpd is either caused through trauma or inherited. and you can definitely argue that illumi went through enough "training" for the former but. is his behavior not. familiar to yall. not at all???? im just saying......... I know someone else in the zoldyck family that has intense mood swings!

if there is one person in the family that shows their unfiltered emotions and switches from being calm to screaming in distress in a single second, its going to be this woman. she gave birth to a son thats a literal copy of her. she ctrl c'd and ctrl v'd.

and i dont exactly know what this next one has to do with the thread but why was bro normal for one second then turned into this i mean im not complaining hes still hot and ill claim him as my bpd son regardless

anyways yes this was the thread have fun with this interpretation slash analysis however u like 👍

#hxh #hunter x hunter #illumi #illumi zoldyck #my post #my analysis #hxh analysis #hunter x hunter analysis #character analysis #bpd

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yellowocaballero · 8 months

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So fucking glad to see someone talk about SSS Class revival hunter 😭 I lived it so much and I feel like no one ever mentions it against more popular titles like ORV or even The Lout of the counts family, so I'm so glad to come here and see your amazing takes :>

Thank you for the ask which lets me talk about SSSCRH (the version I read was titled 'Suicide Hunter', which tbh I like more - no beating around the bush).

It's hard to draw an accurate comparison since I'm going off just the webtoon for SSSCRH, while I'm going off both the webtoon and the webnovel for ORV. And I love ORV, ORV is my media blorbo right now, it hydraulic presses my brain, I am writing ORV fanfic - it's, like, funner to enjoy. But SSSRH is just better. In the vast majority of ways it is is better. It's better than the holy trinity by a wide margin. TW talk of suicide obviously.

I can't believe I'm saying this but you need a basic understanding of Buddhism in order to understand SSSCRH. It's not about Gongja's suicides - he doesn't suicide from depression or lack of self-esteem. SSSCRH is about suffering in the Buddhist sense - dukkha. I don't want to make this an essay, so I might reblog this with more information, but extremely shortly:

The Four Noble Truths of Buddhism is the truth of suffering, the truth of the cause of suffering, the truth of the end of suffering, and the truth of the path that leads to the end of suffering. You've heard that Buddhists say 'life is suffering'. To put it one way that doesn't require defining a lot of words: the cause of suffering is experiencing the world as we percieve it instead of how it truly is. Suffering isn't just being miserable and in pain, and life isn't suffering because life sucks and global warming exists and people voted for Trump. Life is suffering because we can experience beautiful and joyful moments in this world, but we do not exist in the moment of that happiness or place our ego/'self' between us and that happiness. Living in that moment, accepting the moment as it is unconditionally, is freedom from suffering. The Buddha tries to free people from suffering through teaching Buddhism.

"What does this have to do with the webnovel and manwha about a guy murdering himself thousands of times" it has everything to do with it. Because SSSCRH is about suffering, and it is about using suffering as a tool in order to experience a world unfiltered by ego and break down the artificial boundaries between human beings. Suffering in SSSCRH is not a bad thing. Gongja has the unique capability to (reincarnate.) experience a person's suffering in unity with them, which dissolves the delusion of separation between people and puts us in touch with the reality of oneness.

The Murim arc was fucking insane because Gongja pulls a Big Bodhisattva Move and walks through the suffering of the world in order to achieve full understanding of the human experience. He takes all of the suffering of the world into himself and is liberated. You can tell it's Buddhist because death was not presented as a bad thing - death was an aspect of a happy ending for the Heavenly Demon lady, because she was finishing her life according to her own joy, and because her teachings were passed on she did not truly die.

But the purpose of embracing suffering is to discover the ability to fully embrace life, and that's where Heavenly Demon's teachings were incomplete - as the ghost dude said, Gongja hasn't even experienced his own full life and the infinite capability for his own happiness. You can only feel the depths of sadness when you've felt the depths of happiness. Sadness deserves its place in the world and it can strengthen you, but so does happiness.

Gongja is attention-seeking, envious, and unbelievably petty. When he drills down into his own desires and why he wants the things he wants, you see that he has a very strong sense of justice and right and wrong - he realizes he doesn't want to be famous, he wants to be acknowledged, but on an even deeper level he is desperate for love and to be loved. Everything he does is to experience love, and as such he learns to love others. His love for the Flamey Asshole was purely parasocial and ego-filled, with no concern for who he was as a human. Throughout the manwha, he grows to care for people as they truly are and pierce through any delusions or misleading outward appearances. He has released all attachment to life and death, and as such does not fear death, and as such has taken a step on the road towards becoming a Boddhisatva who frees others from the cycle of samsara, and as a result has learned sick sword techniques and is sooo good at beating people up.

I think the only other thing I want to mention here because otherwise this is an essay: in almost every time loop/regression story, only the final regression matters. In stories with dungeon monsters and NPCs, only the humans matter. The regressor exists in a space where there are no consequences for their actions, so they act terribly and do whatever because none of it matters. In Groundhog Day Bill Murray acts like an asshole because he can. That's not the case here. Everything Gongja does matters. The NPCs are fake, but Gongja never treats them as anything less than real people who deserve life. Once he understands a person's life he never treats them as unimportant. No loop is thrown away and no person or life is disregarded. His choices matter, the way he treats others matters, and Gongja never treats anybody as if they don't matter except for himself.

That was not short. There is a lot more. The female characters are so good and so rich. From a craft perspective it is excellently paced and has a wonderful sense of set-up/payoff and balances tone and maintains a lot of momentum, which is really hard in a time loop story. You have to do a few very specific things to write OP characters well and SSSCRH does it very well. There's more to say from a craft perspective and it's hard to judge accurately from a webtoon but it's good. I was so strangely struck the entire time about how sincere and genuine it was, how it said what it said with no trace of irony of confusion, and I think that's what stuck with me the most.

TL;DR: SSS Class Revival Hunter is good for a lot of very normal reasons, such as excellent pacing and set-up/pay off and characters, but it's also so sincerely and genuinely Buddhist that it blew my tits clean off.

#sss class revival hunter #kim gongja #ssscrh #I s2g I rewrite these like three times to be as short as possible #I just knew I had to define some terms because if I say 'it's about suffering' and leave it at that #people aren't going to fully get it #its not intuitive from a western perspective #It's really hard to get the full meaning of SSSCRH if you have no familiarity with Buddhism #bc suffering (and delusion and nothingness and oneness) mean diff things in buddhism than in english #theres other buddhist stuff like responsibility to the whole and the community but this was long enough already #the few ppl talking about it have good takes but I think ppl miss how #kgj isnt depressed and he doesnt kill himself from self-sacrifice #he's not kdj or cale #he only truly commits suicide (throws his life away) once which was from part percieved worthlessness of his own life #and big part EXTREME FUCKING PETTINESS NEXT LVL PETTINESS INSANE PETTINESS #every other time he kills himself is from his EXTREME goal oriented behavior #as usual there seems to be a dialogue with the rest of its genre #specifically the extreme egocentrism and selfishness of its genre and other OP protags #(which cale has a hilarious relationship w/)#(ur doing amazing honey i know this upsets you)#my asks #and theres also a conversation with buddhism itself anyway #i love orv but this is so much better on so many levels and its being slept on smh #nobody is going to read this its way too long but you know. its not ABOUT you.

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