#I FUCKING LOVE LEARNING LANGUAGES CHAT

[professional-writher]

very excited about all the language learning opportunities I've had recently. Like, I take two languages in school, Latin and French. On top of that, I've been wanting to learn Ancient Greek but I didn't have any (good) resources. For my birthday on thursday, I was gifted two VERY in depth ancient greek textbooks (yayy!) and on top of that, I'm going to a university in my state to listen to a lecture about ancient greek tomorrow (double yay!) Also, this upcoming summer I POTENTIALLY have the opportunity to go to the Governor's School for International/Cultural Studies which has you taking University level classes for a month and I'll get to take an introductory class in Portuguese! (Tripple yay!) My future linguistics major heart is going yippee and also hooray

[orcelito]

Oh yeah yesterday I went to my C programming professor's office hours to ask about what's being covered in class tomorrow. Since I can't go bc of my PT appointment overlapping with it & I'm apparently the kind of student that cares about attending every single class now.

While I was there, I ended up chatting with him about a few things, including my current standing in the class. He asked what I got on the midterm exam, & I answered it was an 87, and he told me I was one of the top 5 or 6 scores in the Whole Class (this being a like. Maybe 70 or so person class). Top score was a 92 or 93 (idr lol) & the class average was a 72. Apparently there were a few of us in the upper 80s/lower 90s, but most people got 70s or lower. And once he does the curve on the exam, he said I'd probably end up with a 97 or so on the exam. So yay!!!

And then he told me how he's noticed how I come to class every day and am really active with taking notes and answering questions. Bc I also sit up front all the time lmao. Hadn't even realized how much of a damned teacher's pet I've been being, but I've been Trying to be a good student this year. But he said I was the type of student that if I got an 88% or smth in the class, he'd likely bump me up to a 90% so I'd get an A lol. But he also said so long as I keep up with how I have been, I could possibly get a 100% in the class by the end (bc I've been there for all the extra credit questions in class and whatever).

And just. I went there bc I wanted to make sure I didn't miss anything important in class on Wednesday, and I ended up having my ego stroked for Real. Felt good to have my efforts be recognized.

[headspace-hotel]

Y'all

Im not on tiktok and never have been, but I downloaded RedNote just to see what is up, and I am witnessing something truly amazing

The Chinese user community is giving the American tiktok refugees an overwhelmingly warm welcome, meanwhile the American users seem to have collectively agreed that not only will they not let the app be taken over with English and they will provide Mandarin subtitles for everything, they are LEARNING MANDARIN. Ive scrolled through so many videos of Americans offering greetings in Mandarin to try to acclimate to the new environment and be respectful, and speakers of both languages are posting lots of tutorials on language basics and internet slang in Mandarin

My God, there is an AMAZING outpouring of curiosity and delight among everyone to learn about each others cultures and daily lives. People are posting videos of landscapes, cities, towns, and natural areas in USA and China, posting recipes and traditional foods, vlogs of everyday life, and reaching out to find people with similar hobbies.

And it's not just young people! There are loads of videos from middle-aged American guys who have come to post about fishing or motorcycles and are now happily chatting with Chinese users sharing the same interests using Google translate

One American guy who was like. in his 60's had a comment on one of his videos that was like "Red Neck?" and he replied "Yes!" and I just about fucking lost it

Also the Chinese users love, and I mean LOVE, Luigi Mangione. He is apparently broadly adored in China. There is SO much fanart and SO many edits.

There are many threads initiating Chinese users to ask questions of American users about the USA, and vice versa, and everyone on both sides is clearing up a lot of misconceptions. Some of the questions I saw a lot from Chinese users were: "Is it true that American parents kick you out of the house as soon as you turn 18" (not often, but sometimes) "Do you all really wear shoes in bed" (NO!!! Apparently a lot of characters in American sitcoms are shown lying in bed with shoes on which I never noticed before!) and "are there really guns everywhere" (yes).

For the most part Chinese content creators seem just overwhelmed by the sudden influx of hundreds of followers that are super enthusiastic about what they're doing. A lot of them have made posts about how initially they thought the uptick in follower count was some kind of error, or that there was some kind of joke or prank, but then they realized the interest and enthusiasm was genuine and now they're welcoming all the newcomers.

I found several posts by Chinese users saying that this felt like a really profound historical moment, where these previously separated worlds are suddenly smashing together and suddenly there is freedom to learn about each other's cultures and connect. One of them said something along the lines of "This is a 21st century Tower of Babel and even though I'm an atheist I hope God lets this tower stand." OUGH MY HEART.

The app itself works a little bit like a video-based version of Pinterest. It's not really my thing so I probably won't be on there long term but it's been amazing to see what's happening.

[sahisan]

— third door on the left, marked "debate club"

two professors. one office door away from kissing or killing each other. maybe both.

featuring . theoretical philosophy professor!anaxa x practical philosophy professor!fem!reader.

tags . university au. nodern au. suggestive. semi-public sex mentioned/referenced. (you make so many) sex jokes. fluff. ooc. soft anaxa. comedy. mild language. academic rivalry but make it professors. mentions of alcohol use. workplace romance. bickering as a love language.. flirting. so many philosophy terms (that i barely understand). wc 3.1k.

a/n . a friend dabbed me into philosophy and i folded. the handjob joke was initially hers but i couldn't help myself. im not a philosophy major so if you are please forgive me for any mistakes, my friend who actually majored in it helped me a small bit and im still confused. lmk if there are any typos. enjoy <3

"your handwriting is offensive," you mutter, turning the paper sideways, then upside down.

anaxa doesn’t look up from his tea. "you still read it, though."

"barely. is this supposed to say 'conscious' or 'conscience'?"

"both."

"no."

"well, that’s why i'm a philosopher."

"i also am one. your last footnotes gave me a headache."

he finally looks up, raising an eyebrow. "then my work here is done."

"so you’re telling me," you, crossing your arms. "that again, you rewrote the entire reading list after midterms?"

"no," he replies, not looking up from his notes. "i rewrote it because of midterms. frankly, your students deserve better than whatever you assigned them. i read the discussion boards."

"you’re on the discussion boards?"

"i moderate three of them. and i banned a user who called you hot. you’re welcome."

you pause and tilt your head. in the end, you mumble "...that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever done for me."

"don’t get used to it," he mutters, knowing you're exaggerating. "they spelled ‘epistemological’ wrong."

your bring in tea and fruit for your students. anaxagoras brings nothing and cancels half his office hours because, quote, "philosophy isn’t learned in panic, it’s metabolized in silence" (half the admin hates him).

his and your students are in quiet (jealous) war. campus hallway signs include:

"vote: whose exam will kill us with more dignity?

team prof [name]: understanding through application

team prof anaxagoras: no multiple choice, only anguish"

you and anaxa both pretend you don’t see the posters.

you end up stealing one and taping it to the wall in your office. anaxa responds by using it as part of a pop quiz question.

the students get back by gifting both of you matching mugs that say: "#1 philosophical threat". anaxa mutters about not joking with philosophy majors anymore. (they're literally his students and he's starting to get scared)

him and you sit on opposite ends of the philosophy department’s couch like it’s some kind of contested ground.

you're reading ethics of desire upside down. he’s pretending not to notice.

"why do you hate me?" you ask, out of nowhere.

"i don’t."

"then why do you argue with me in faculty meetings like we're at the fucking olympics?"

"because you like it," he looks over, holding eye contact.

"and," he adds after a beat. "because you're brilliant. and you're wrong about kant."

"i’m never wrong about kant," you frown.

"see? fun."

the dean told you it's mandatory to be in the department-wide group chat. anaxa has notifications off, your have them on, and neither of you participate until absolutely necessary.

today, someone sends a meme about faculty budgeting. it evolves quickly into... something.

@ecologywillsurvive_vaelis: what if we held a bake sale for chalk

@anaxagorastheory: what.

@cai_NaOCl: maybe we should sell naming rights to the new ethics wing. welcome to the ‘crypto.com moral foundations lab’

@anaxagorastheory: if you sell naming rights to a lab about ethics i will personally remove my eye patch and stare into your soul.

@praxis[name]: we’ve talked about this, the patch stays on in public spaces

@praxis[name]: and cai i'm going to rename your organic chem wing to 'half baked molecule lounge' if you bring up the ethics wing again

@anaxagorastheory: i’m just saying. the thread of reason is fraying.

@praxis[name]: your self-control is fraying

@anaxagorasthery: say that in office hours.

@epiphany_uni_admin: hi everyone! just a reminder that this is a professional chat

"you're late," you say without looking up from your laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard like you've been waiting specifically to outpace him.

"i was grading," anaxa responds, setting down a stack of painfully annotated printed philosophy 201 essays with a grimace. "your TAs let them write in first person and i nearly hemorrhaged."

"they’re freshmen, let them think they matter," you reply, finally glancing up at him.

"dangerous ideology for a praxis professor."

you hum. "dangerous man to say it."

"you’re wearing my coat," anaxa notes when he opens his office door and finds you there.

you blink once. then, "i spilled tea on mine."

he steps aside to lt you in, utterly unsurprised.

"also," you add as your shrug the coat tighter. "yours smells nicer."

he doesn’t say anything for a moment.

"would it be weird if i told you i hope you spill more tea tomorrow?"

you smile, mischievous.

"depends where."

"you always write in pen," your mutter, flipping through the latest draft of his paper with red ink bleeding into printed black. "only pen."

"i trust my convictions," anaxa replies, deadpan.

"you misspelled 'epistemological' three times after getting distracted by me."

"i was testing you."

"were you?" you ask, eyes narrowing. "you wrote 'epistomagical' at one point."

he shrugs, takes a sip from his coffee. it's black and bitter and you know he hates it.

you bite back a smile. "idiot."

"your handwriting is worse," he mutters. "at least i try."

"i write in runes," you say, prim.

"those are hearts above your i's."

"...runes of war."

"do you always grade with red?" you ask, leaning over his desk, some random paper in hand that you forgot about long ago.

anaxagoras doesn't look up, "of course. red forces clarity. confrontation."

"you wrote 'source?' in all caps across a paragraph about love in greek tragedy."

"and?"

you smile, as if holding back laugter. "it was a quote. from you."

he looks up. slow. silent.

you set the paper down with calmness he swears one can only see in fiction.

"next time, check your own citations, professor."

wednesdays are mostly alright. you walk into the staff lounge and there he is: anaxagoras. at the coffee machine. holding two cups.

"brewing double today?" you raise an eyebrow.

"i had to offer the students a choice," he says, pressing the start button. "do you want to study logic, or do you want to study… your soul?"

"you’re so terrible," you say with a sigh, taking the second cup from him. "you know no one really wants to study their soul?"

"not true," he replies, smiling smugly. "they want to study it, they just don’t know it yet."

he takes a sip of his coffee, watching you. you narrow your eyes.

"and what's this 'quiz' you’ve decided to torture them with?"

"it’s not a quiz. it’s a philosophical challenge," he says, moving to the small whiteboard. "i ask them to define their own existence without using ‘i think, therefore i am'.

"you’re evil," you raise an eyebrow.

"i'm not," he argues. "they tiktokified descartes!"

"they what?"

anaxa finds a note slipped into his bag.

it’s folded on thick paper, smells like your hand cream.

in that unmistakable handwriting, hearts a constant above the i's like it's a love letter (maybe it is):

"you didn't have breakfast this morning, so i left a little something in your office

<3"

he stares at it for five minutes straight. then folds it again and tucks it into his coat pocket. the 'little something' ended up being a bento of salad and two bacon sandwiches.

he won’t ever admit it, but he carries it for the rest of the week (and he will absolutely not start mimicking your handwriting later).

it's a faculty party. you're in black silk and sipping terrible wine. anaxa's next to you, lecturing someone on metaphysical paradoxes. again.

"you could’ve worn a bow tie," you murmur when he leans in.

he looks at you like he’s already undone. "and you could’ve worn less loud heels if you didn’t want me distracted."

your fingers pause on the stem of your glass. "hm. touché."

"that’s french."

"you speak french?"

he leans closer, "i learn languages for spite."

you lick your teeth to hide a grin. "is that how you learned to say je veux te baiser in the hallway last week?"

anaxa chokes on his wine.

"you're in my office," he says, arms crossed, glasses half-lowered.

"your sign says 'office hours clpsed unless it's a crisis'. this," you say, dropping a thick bundle of papers on his desk, "is a crisis."

he glances down.

"this is… a peer review."

"your peer review. you cited a wikipedia page in a footnote."

anaxa doesn’t look even remotely sorry. "it was cited ironically."

"you teach epistemology, anaxagoras."

"and irony is a form of knowledge."

you blink. “oh my god. leave."

"it's my office."

"i don't care, leave."

obvious enough, your offices share a wall (god bless the dean and the department chair). it’s the point of thus where, sometimes, you hear anaxa recite passages of obscure texts to himself aloud; sometimes in ancient languages.

today, it’s greek.

"…lógos eikós," he says. "reason is likely—"

"and so is the fact that your argument on practical virtue is still wrong," you call through the wall.

"it was metaphorical!"

"so is your whole career!"

you hear the sound of a book being thrown at the wall and smile.

"you rearranged my bookshelves," you say flatly, arms crossed, eyebrow arched.

"i reorganized them by author. the fact that your copy of moral letters to lucilius was next to the hungry caterpillar is—"

"—educational range."

anaxagoras doesn't smirk, not really, just sips his coffee like it's the antidote to your nonsense.

"you’re impossible."

"and yet you still broke into my office to alphabetize my praxis."

"it was unlocked."

"it was not."

(it was.)

anaxagoras gets sick and refuses to take time off. you physically remove him from the building.

"i’m fine," he rasps.

"you’re a hazard," you say, throwing his bag over your shoulder. "you coughed on three students and almost knocked over aristotle's bust in your auditorium.

he slumps into your car without protest. later, you make him him soup and read aloud from his own research while he’s half-asleep just to see if you can make him correct your pronunciation mid-fever. he does.

"you’re ridiculous," you murmur.

"you’re warm," he mumbles, drifting.

"i’m human."

"keep being that."

@epiphanyconfessions

"i’m just saying. if prof [name] leaned over my desk the way she leans over prof anaxagoras’s desk i too would forget how to spell my own name"

@epiphanyconfessions

"anybody remember that one time she called him 'anaxagoras' during a rare joint lecture and he straightened up like a victorian man seeing ankle for the first time. someone sedate them."

@epiphanyconfessions

"i heard prof anaxa say ‘consent is the highest form of logic’ and i haven’t been the same since. like sir i just wanted to pass intro metaphysics please don’t take me apart like that"

you're the one who finds the twitter account. it's an automated bot which quite literally posts all the gossip in the university. unsurprisingly now, 70% of what you've seen include you and anaxa.p

you scroll for three minutes in silence, then turns your phone around so he can see it.

"i think your students are obsessed with me."

anaxa doesn't look a single bit impressed.

"well, at least i've managed to teach them something about attention to detail."

you end up paired for the damn symposium panel because someone in admin has a cruel sense of humor.

"just be civil," the dean says, sipping bitter coffee as the two of you stand on either side of the projector.

"civil as in—" you start.

"no blood on the mic."

anaxagoras doesn't smirk, not quite, but there's a twitch of something near his mouth when he says "i'll keep my composure if she does."

"i never lose my composure," you shoot back.

his eyes go to your mouth. "you have. once."

your silence is thin and sharp and full of fuck yous that do not get spoken.

the dean groans. "if either of you fucks the other on the mic, i swear to god i'm retiring."

you're walking out of the symposium together, the cold air catching your hair just right.

"they misquoted kant four times," he mutters, voice slightly hoarse

"only four?" you tease. "you’re mellowing."

"i’m trying not to ruin our evening."

"oh?" you glance at him. "are we having an evening?"

he stops walking and you take two steps before realizing he’s still behind you.

"…yes," he says. "if you want."

your expression warms without looking at him. "i do."

he doesn’t say anything else, just walks beside you the rest of the way, hands close, not touching.

it's christmas eve and everyone’s a little tipsy in the lounge, even the department chair.

anaxa is holding a glass of deep red wine and trying not to react when you make a joke about morals and oral fixation in the same sentence.

later, outside under the garden lights, you speak.

"cai told me your students think we're sleeping together," you say, watching the breeze catch your own hair.

"we are."

"they suspect, anaxagoras."

"then they’re late to class."

you laugh, quiet and unguarded, the kind of laugh that makes his shoulders drop. he reaches out to fix the collar of his your coat.

"you're soft when you're smug," you murmur.

"you're smug when you're soft," anaxa retaliates.

"you’re in love with me."

"that too."

youre both tired. the grading deadlines loom and the campus heating is out again.

"sit down," anaxa mutters, patting the seat next to him on the floor of his office.

"your carpet has chalk dust on it."

"so do your pants, professor."

you sigh as if you're bearing the weight of the world on your lone shoulders and sit.

there's no light in the office but the blue glow of his screen, and the soft static of the heater humming through the vents.

"i'm not rewriting the conclusion," you murmur, almost asleep on his shoulder.

"i know."

"but i miiight let you footnote me."

he hums, head tilting against yours. "if you do, i'll stop quoting you out of context."

"...maybe don't. i sound smarter when you do it."

"you are smart."

you hum, noncommittal. anaxa sighs.

anaxagoras is having a deja vu; a really strong one.

you're seated across from each other at another faculty mixer (he complained about seeing too many people outside his lectures in the past three months on the way to this one). you're wearing black, sharp eyeliner, and a gold pin in the shape of a crescent. anaxa is halfway through a whiskey and trying very hard not to look impressed.

"you know they’re calling us ‘the debate club’?" you say, lazily stirring your drink. "it’s not flattering."

"they only say that because you get louder when you’re wrong."

"you’re still upset i said plato would’ve folded if someone gave him a nice handjob."

he tried to mask laughing with accidentally choking on his whiskey.

he definitely is having a deja vu. (he loves it with you.)

you kiss once in the archives.

it’s a study break, technically.

you're sitting on the dusty desk. he’s standing between your legs. you're surrounded by books about love and logic and ancient epics, and you don’t speak about the copy of whatever book you were supposed to help him with looking for.

later, as you fix his messed up hair again for him, when he’s too flustered to do it straight, you murmur,

"you lose arguments better than anyone i've ever met."

he leans into your palm where it cups his jaw.

"i only lose to you."

"i hope so."

he sees you grading in the courtyard and sits beside you, uninvited.

"your first-years are circulating a petition."

"ah. is it about the essay extension?"

"no. they want you and i to 'just publicly kiss already and not torture us anymore'. their words."

you don't pause your hand. "did you sign it?"

"...maybe."

you're more often in his office than you're not.

"if we get caught—" he starts, breathless.

"it's your fault. stop kissing me like you’re too lazy to drive us home," you cut him off, sliding your hands into his hair.

"i’m not built for scandal," he breathes against your mouth.

"you’re wearing an eyepatch, anaxagoras."

"...it’s academic."

"so is this," you say tilting his head back, climbing into his lap as your hand loosens his tie. "let me study you."

"you’ve been reading the same sentence for five minutes," he murmurs.

you don’t look up; your head is resting against your palm, pen slack between your fingers. "because it says 'therefore, subjectivity is inherently sus'."

anaxagoras blinks. "they submitted that in ink?"

"typed," you sigh. "with a footnote that just says 'as per amongus'."

he leans over, eyes scanning the page, then: "…expel them," flatly.

"i can’t expel them."

"i can."

"you teach philosophy, not moral hygiene."

"same thing, if you ask the right philosopher."

you're sprawled on the old couch in his office, shoes off, his coat folded under your head, flipping through his notes. your eyes hurt. you flip the papers upside down.

"you really wrote a thirty-page rebuttal on the concept of divine intervention just because i said some gods might have been hot?"

"you said apollo could get it in front of our students."

"and you wrote a philosophical hitpiece," you counter.

"i cited my sources," anaxa grumbles, tired.

"you are absolutely insane."

"we're pretty much equal in terms of that, i believe."

he brings you coffee exactly how you like it before every morning seminar. you make his lecture slides look presentable. you pass post-it notes through interdepartmental mail—yours are gold-trimmed, his are so painfully neat. once, someone intercepted one. it just said:

'you were right about that footnote. bring your smugness and your mouth to my office at five. i need to be convinced again.'

you're reading in the living room. anaxa's half-asleep next to you, head on your lap, one hand absently tracing lazy circles on your thigh.

"what are you annotating now?" he murmurs.

"your latest essay."

"and?"

"you cited yourself fourteen times."

"i trust my sources."

you hum. "sure you do."

"if we were set to constantly teach a class together," anaxa says quietly, "we’d probably get fired."

you yawn. "i think we’d start a cult."

"that too. if we didn't already."

a hum. “a sexy cult."

he laughs, soft and tired and you want to kiss him until your lips remember his skin for the rest of your life. "you’re the one who brings up sex every time we talk about curriculum."

"it’s integral to ethics and aesthetics."

"and not philosophy?"

"it is philosophy," you grumble. "do you talk about pleasure in your lectures?"

he pauses. "…not directly."

"coward."

he squeezes your hand. "i love you."

"i know," you say. "even if your syllabus doesn’t include eros."

he smiles into your hair. "next semester."

[moon-ttokki-x]

Hey, how are you? May I ask for stray kids 9th member being a poliglot?

this was a cool request, ngl . . . i didn't do a traditional fic bc i like this format a lot, and plus, it's cuter that way >< also can we just appreciate the pretty purple theme guys

skz x 9th member!reader who can speak multiple languages

pairing: ot8!skz x 9th member polyglot!reader

summary: skz with a 9th member who is a polyglot.

genre: extremely fluffy, very cute stuff, pretty soft, some member x reader stuff, chaotic skz, naughty minho and maknaes, leader chan agenda, romantic hyune, reader who can read, write, and speak multiple different languages

a/n: interesting request . . . divider by @chachachannah

skz masterlist

Chan who wants you to teach him how to say lovely little phrases like 'i love you' and 'you are the light of my life' in different languages, asking you cutely with the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face. He goes around saying them to the other members, who don't understand what language he's talking in, and ignore him. But it doesn't matter, because now he feels like he has a little part of you with him wherever he goes. Is always fascinated as he watches you change languages in the blink of an eye. Makes a sweet sentence in one of your languages his bubble caption.

Minho who, on the other hand, asks you to teach him the dirtiest, filthiest phrases you can think of. They're too graphic to be put here, but some of the milder phrases include 'fuck you' and 'i hope you swallow spiders in your sleep'. Like Chan, he also goes around telling the members these sentences and grins the biggest you've ever seen because now he can swear without being caught. Sometimes does it on stage too, but really quietly just in case there's a couple Stays who actually understand what he's saying.

Changbin who watches in awe as you seamlessly transition between being on the phone, writing things down, and chatting with someone all at once while swapping languages. His head hurts after and he watches you quietly as you go about your usual business, not quite understanding how you do it. He learnt English with some a lot of difficulty, so he's stupefied by the fact that you've learnt not one but multiple languages, and can speak them all fluently. Always asking what you said after you switch back to a language he can understand.

Hyunjin who thinks up the cutest, sweetest, most romantic phrases on a whim, and after he asks how to say them in a language. So you tell him, thinking he's just curious. A few weeks later, you find a painting in your bedroom, a vase of your birth flowers and one of the phrases painted delicately in black across the bottom. He always asks what certain words mean, and asks you to translate random sentences. Has the biggest shine in his eyes as you sit down with him and tell him what all of the words mean, and how to say them. Stumbles through pronunciation but it's cute, so you kiss him as a reward.

Han who also asks what certain words mean, but more often than not, has a translating app open on his phone so he can find out for himself. Spends hours in secret trying to learn sentences by himself, and records himself saying the lines so he can check if he's saying them correctly. Like Changbin, is fascinated when you can switch languages just like that. Once said a rude phrase in front of his hyungs and got scolded because Chan actually understood what it meant (somehow). Got sentenced to 25 pushups as a punishment and never did it again.

Felix who buys workbooks and installs language-learning apps in a bid to try and communicate with you in your languages. Ends up spending over $400 just to spend hours upon hours studying them, much like he did when he was learning Korean. Doesn't notice when you sit down next to him and stroke his hair, he's so focused on learning your languages. Wants to communicate with you in every way he can. Refuses to talk to you in Korean or English until he gets fluent in at least two of your languages, and asks for kisses and hugs when he understands what you're saying to him.

Seungmin who sits in quiet fascination as you write in one language and talk on the phone in another. Isn't as forward in telling you that he wants to learn some of your languages, but definitely goes online and does his own research. Likes looking up the origins of each language and how the words were formed. Finds himself repeating little phrases he'd caught you saying that morning or the night before. Will never admit that he finds it fascinating that you can talk, read, and write in different languages, but nods and listens when you tell him all about it anyway, admiring the passion in your eyes with a warm heart.

Jeongin who learns weird phrases to catch you off guard, because he loves the speechless look on your face when you hear them. Is too shy to ask you outright to teach him your languages but also does research so he can learn himself. Recites off lines to the members and forces them to sit and listen so he can say them to you without messing up. Ends up wasting a lot of practice time, but he doesn't really care. Learns to write keywords and cute little sentences, and writes them in the margins of your notebooks to surprise you. Doodles love hearts and stars around each phrase.

a/n: very cute

[dameronology]

marvel men + love languages

steve rogers - physical touch + words of affi

the sacred combo!! steve is a clingy mf - either always having his arms wrapped around his s.o, a hand on their leg or on their waist, and if he's not with them, he'll be texting you all day, asking how you are and just chatting. steve has had to learn to live every day like it's his last, so he'll never go to work, bed, or even to the shops, without telling you he loves you. it's just part of his routine, really.

bucky barnes - acts of service

bucky is not very good with words, or with expressing himself. even before hydra, it was something he struggled with. so, acts of service are his main love language. it can be little things - making coffee in the morning, putting the laundry away when he knows you're busy - or bigger things, like taking your car into the shop when you forget, or building new furniture, or shaking down your weird co-worker who was kinda mean the other day. he finds so much purpose in just making your life easier (in a healthy way!!).

sam wilson - quality time

sam is a man of quality time. he has to work away quite a lot and is always on the go with work and his tasks, but when he does see you - and he makes sure it's a fair amount - he tries to make it count. hell, it doesn't even matter what you do, as long as he's with you. sam does try to make sure you're always having a good balance of chill time and fun activities though, so he always plans the best day.

frank castle - words of affirmation + gifts

aight this might seem weird bc frank is not very good with words (try and make him form a sentence without a swear word or abbreviation, i dare you) but the ones he does say, he always means. especially when he says that he loves you and would probably kill for you. but, it's frank's famously bad way with words that make you realise how much he loves you - because you're the only person he will verbally open up to and be a complete and open book with. as for gifts, every single one he has ever bought you has been the most thoughtful, sweet things; stuff you wouldn't even think to buy yourself. it's just a testament for how well he knows you.

matt murdock - physical touch

this one feels fairly obvious tbh, because alongside his hearing, matt's touch is his the sense he relies on most. he loves your voice and the way you sound but most of all, he loves the way you feel. whether it's the feeling of your skin against his, your fingers all tangled up, or when you kiss him, he just fucking loves it. physical touch is matt's favourite way of knowing you.

[redlinespeedster]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS !! ☆

charles leclerc 𝒙 fem!reader

[summary] Love couldn’t be so unfair to everyone… except maybe to you. Trapped in a toxic and dull relationship you still hadn’t managed to leave, you started to feel drawn to someone who wasn’t your boyfriend. Maybe that someone shouldn’t have been his brother. But as you used to say, human relationships sometimes spin like a game of Russian roulette, and this time fate pulled you into an illicit bond… one that tied you to Charles.

[warnings] Smut !! The reader’s Arthur’s girlfriend and maybe Charles throws a bit of shade at him. But honestly, I love him. Just wanted to mess around with this trope a little, so don’t take it personally :) Oral sex (fem receiving), rough sex, hair pulling, spitting, degrading dirty talk, unprotected sex. Spanish is my first language, and I usually write all my fics in Spanish first, then translate them myself with a lot of effort. Sorry if anything sounds off or if there are mistakes. (2.9k)

[notes] A friend I totally adore gave me this idea and I thought it was super hot, so I hope you like it. 🤭

You had learned the hard way that love could hurt. You fell in love with Arthur when you were still just a girl, barely seventeen, and after so many years together, you no longer knew what it was to want—or to be wanted—by someone else.

But with time, chemistry leaves nothing but a trail of ashes. You and Arthur weren’t happy, not even a little. You argued constantly over meaningless things: his jealousy, or the mere fact that you spoke to the guy at the grocery store for five seconds. All of it built up into a sort of rejection, a suffocating feeling, like holding up a crumbling structure with your bare hands—one your body, both physically and emotionally, could no longer bear.

And in the middle of the storm, he appeared: Charles, Arthur’s brother. The golden boy of the family. A Formula 1 driver for Ferrari. Even though the two of you had never really spoken enough over the years to form any real bond, you found yourself seeking refuge in him. Because Charles gave you what your boyfriend never could: comfort.

You didn’t even remember how it all started. At first, it was just a spark—an innocent attraction you mistook for curiosity… but it became something far more intense. A simmering desire that gave you no rest. You found yourself thinking about him constantly, imagining things you shouldn’t. Raw fantasies, filthy images of him touching you, kissing you, fucking you against any surface within reach. Images that had no place in the mind of someone with a boyfriend—especially when that boyfriend was his brother.

But you couldn’t help it. All it took was closing your eyes, and there he was.

Like that time at the pool, when he was lying back on the lounge chair, shirtless, muscles tense, his skin red from the sun. His eyes were closed, as if he didn’t notice your gaze fixed on that perfect line of his abs—defined, suggestive—disappearing beneath the waistband of his wet shorts. You bit your lip, feeling something ignite inside you. It wasn’t just attraction. It was hunger.

Or that night at his parents’ house, when he arrived later than everyone else, drenched in sweat after training. The white shirt clung to his chest, almost see-through. His hair messy, lips slightly parted as he drank water. And you, trembling on the inside, imagining yourself riding him right then and there, in the kitchen, while everyone else chatted about the weather like nothing was happening. But in your mind, he was already naked. Already inside you.

Sometimes, you felt like he looked at you as if he could crawl inside your head… like he could smell how wet you were just by being near him. He knew exactly what he did to you—how your breath would hitch, how your cheeks would burn every time your eyes lingered too long on his mouth, his hands, his body. And of course he noticed. Because when no one was looking, you undressed him with your eyes, craved him like you wanted to devour him whole without a second thought. And knowing that—knowing he drove you that insane—made that damned smirk of his appear every time.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love Arthur just because you intrigued him. He loved his brother. And as much as it hurt, he knew one day Arthur would forgive him. But the other reason… that was pure, raw desire. The curiosity of knowing what it would feel like to have you trembling beneath him, to hear you moan his name, to taste every inch of your skin—it was too powerful. He couldn’t die without knowing what it felt like to fuck you.

Maybe that’s why he answered your glances with flirty remarks when you were alone. Maybe that’s why he comforted you every time you argued with Arthur, taking your side like he actually cared about the reasons behind your fights. Because he was curious. He was fascinated by those little moments you shared in private, when his hand would accidentally slide down to your waist, or when he’d fake sympathy just to throw a teasing comment that left you blushing. He loved seeing you react like that—shy, but receptive. It drove him insane.

It was inevitable that all that tension—built up over days of stolen glances, lingering touches, and loaded words—would eventually explode. Everything changed the moment he cornered you against the door of the tiny bathroom in the vacation house. The loud music and distant laughter masked any sound you might make. No one noticed you were gone.

He kissed you with an intensity that knocked the breath out of you, his tongue seeking yours without asking, as if he needed to devour you. His hands slid down your back, gripping your hips tightly before slipping under your bikini without hesitation. His fingers found your wetness easily, while you clung to his shoulders, trying not to moan too loudly. The heat of his mouth moved down your neck, your chest, until his lips closed around one of your nipples, barely covered by the fabric, and your body responded with an involuntary shiver.

He murmured your name through gritted teeth, his voice thick with desire, as he lifted you against the wall, swimsuit half pulled aside, his fingers still moving inside you. You felt every stroke, every pressure, like lightning splitting you open. The air was thick with sex, with urgency, with the thrill of the forbidden. In that moment, nothing else existed. Just him, you, and the unforgettable memory of how he made you tremble for the first time.

Since that night, it became a routine—one you repeated all summer long. Anywhere, always careful not to be seen. You remember his mouth exploring yours perfectly, his lips soft and burning, the way his tongue slid inside, awakening every corner of your body. You remember how he thrust into you, how you gave in completely, savoring every touch, every breath, every muffled moan. And the next day—like now—you promise yourself it’ll be the last time… but when he touches you again, you give in without resistance, surrendering once more to that desire that consumes you.

“Why are you even fighting it, mon cœur? You know damn well you’re useless without me. You can’t breathe, you can’t even sit through dinner without thinking about how my fingers were deep inside you last night—while Arthur was busy telling you he loves you.”

Your body is pressed up against the wooden door of that summer house the Leclercs love so much. His hands roam every inch of your skin, barely covered by your bikini, tempted to rip it all off in one swift motion and leave you completely exposed—vulnerable, just for him.

This game the two of you played was almost perverse, an addiction you couldn’t—and didn’t want to—escape. His hot breath grazes your skin, and his wet, demanding lips devour your collarbone in slow, provocative kisses, trailing lower until they disappear into the curve of your cleavage, where he bites gently with restrained hunger. His hands, firm and masculine, grip your waist with a mix of desire and possession, making every fiber of your body burn. You regretted promising this would be the last time, because deep down, you knew it never really would be.

You feel his hands explore your body as he unties your bikini with a mix of care and lust, savoring the softness of your exposed skin. The fabric falls slowly to the floor, leaving you completely naked in the middle of the hallway, every inch of your body bared and sensitive to the air. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline and arousal mixing at the thought that neither your boyfriend nor anyone else is home. The idea of being so vulnerable, so exposed to anyone who might show up, ignites a fire deep inside you, making every touch, every breath feel even more intense—almost unbearable.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty, mon dieu…” he murmurs, kneeling in front of you, his lips trailing down your stomach, kissing every inch with lustful devotion. “If you were just mine, I swear I wouldn’t let you leave the bed. I’d keep you naked, for me, all the time. Open and ready whenever I wanna fuck you… again and again, ‘til there’s no one else in your head but me.”

You feel it when he grabs your ankles and lifts your legs, resting them over his shoulders, leaving you open against the wall, your back arched, completely at his mercy. He watches you without shame, hungry. He can see how wet you are, he can smell it. You’re desperate for him and he knows it. Then he spits right onto your center, hot and filthy, and the contact makes you moan. You writhe, muscles tense, your hips moving reflexively, craving more friction, more of him. And he just smiles, knowing he already has you.

“You know… I don’t get Arthur at all,” he says low, squeezing the insides of your thighs hard. “If I were your boyfriend, I’d never share you with anyone. I’d fuck you so good, so deep, you wouldn’t wanna look for anyone else.”

You feel his mouth close the distance between your bodies with hunger, his lips pressing and nibbling on your skin while your hands desperately tangle in his hair, tugging gently. His tongue, hot and wet, explores every corner, sucking your wetness eagerly until you can do nothing but writhe in pleasure. Then, without warning, his tongue plunges deep inside you, exploring every inch with slow, teasing movements, or flutters delicately over your sensitive clit, making you gasp and tremble uncontrollably. When you lower your gaze, you find him there—so fucking beautiful… His green eyes, shining and glassy with desire and tears, stare intently at you while his cheeks burn a deep red. His messy, damp brown hair is trapped between your fingers clutching it with need. He’s a living picture of raw passion and vulnerability, impossible to look away from.

He devours you as if you were his last meal, completely drunk on your essence, your flavor, as if he needed to swallow every drop that comes from you just to breathe. He doesn’t stop. He sucks, licks, parts you with his tongue as if his only mission in life is to make you beg for more. He loves to see you shiver, to hear the moans that escape your lips as you writhe, grabbing his hair and pushing his face even deeper between your legs. You melt over his mouth, and he enjoys it, drinks it all in. You know it: you can’t get enough. You need his fingers thrusting inside you, his tongue that never stops moving, the dirty words he throws at you as he tears you apart, as he makes you come again and again, gasping his name, lost in that pleasure only he knows how to give.

“I bet he doesn’t even know how to make you come… That’s why you always come back, with your pussy dripping and your legs trembling, looking for what he’ll never be able to give you. To spread your legs, lick you until you come in my mouth, and fuck you so hard you can’t even walk the next day. ‘Cause that’s what you want, right? To be broken.”

His mouth parts from your pussy with a thin string of saliva, slowly climbing up your belly, kissing every part until he reaches your lips. He kisses you hungrily while his hands pull down the fabric of his swimsuit, his already hard cock brushing against your skin, ready to fuck you against the wall.

“Oh fuck…” he gasps again, voice catching. You feel his hot, thick pre-cum dripping inside you, flooding every inch of your interior. You’re so desperate to have him inside that your nails dig into his back, leaving marks as you writhe in pleasure. You feel him slide deep with a wet, sticky sound resonating in the air as his shaft penetrates the very bottom of your pussy. Your breath catches feeling him fully inside, then he starts moving, fucking you hard, filling you with every thrust, grazing and massaging every sensitive spot, making you moan uncontrollably.

“I missed your heat, how tight you get, and how you take me completely…”

The wet, constant sound of your bodies crashing fills the room, shameless, almost pornographic. You moan his name — “Charles” — over and over, voice broken, desperate, like it’s the only thing you know how to say. And he loves it. He likes to see you like this: surrendered, overwhelmed, completely his. Because he knows no one else has made you tremble like this, no one else has fucked you so deep, so hard, so well that you’re left breathless and thoughtless.

You feel everything.

How he moves in and out, thick, throbbing, how your body tightens around him—wet, needy—trying to milk every last drop from him. The pleasure blinds you, your heart races, and the only thing that exists is the feeling of being filled to the brim, touched where no one else has ever reached. He doesn’t hold back. He moans shamelessly, pants into your ear, his deep, broken voice sending shivers down your spine, pushing you closer to the edge. His perfect face twists with pleasure—his brow furrowed, lips parted—and seeing him like that makes you moan louder.

His fingers dig into your skin, holding you like he might break you. The thrusts are wild, erratic, desperate. He’s fucking you like his life depends on it, and you’re right there with him, on the brink, barely able to breathe. So is he. You know it from the way he trembles, from the way your name slips from his lips in breathless gasps. He can’t even talk, can’t tease, can’t say a word—only moan, like an animal, while he takes you one more time.

And finally, you feel him come inside you.

The heat of his cum filling you, deep and thick, spilling without control as his body trembles over yours. His hands, which were gripping your thighs with such force, now slacken, like all his strength has left him at once. He clumsily tries to hold you by the hips or arms, just to keep you from collapsing to the floor. He’s so deep, so far inside, you can feel a part of him still lodged in you as the rest drips down your legs. That hot mess makes you shiver. And then it hits you like a whip— a brutal, raw orgasm that wrecks you from the inside out, leaving you panting, wrecked, your throat torn from all the moaning.

That’s how it always was with him.

Even the fastest fuck left you shaking, legs weak, your body reduced to ashes. You learned it the very first time—he didn’t just fuck. He ruined you.

And now you see him too—spent, collapsed.

He’s drenched in sweat, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, chest heaving in rapid, desperate breaths. He looks fucking beautiful like that, with the afterglow of pleasure still flickering in his eyes, like the most desirable man you’ve ever known. And all you can think is that you wish it were him. Not Arthur. That you’d met him first. That you could have fallen for him without guilt, without secrets. That you could love him openly. That you could enjoy him—fully—without that knot in your chest every time he walks away.

That fantasy was your refuge. It made you smile when you looked at him in secret. Until, as always, reality came back.

You see it in his hands pulling your clothes back on, then his own, in silence, like nothing had happened.

Because it’s over.

“Fix yourself up a bit…” he murmurs, his breath still ragged, lips barely an inch from yours. His voice doesn’t sound like it usually does. There’s no command in it, no coldness. Just that low, intimate, almost tender tone that sometimes slips out of him without meaning to. “You know… before the others show up.”

You’re pinned against the wall, one leg still wrapped around his waist, your back pressed to the cold hallway and your body warm, trembling. The air smells like sex and guilt. Like you. Like him. Like that this shouldn’t be happening that always ends up happening anyway.

Your lips are swollen from kissing too much. His mouth left marks on your neck, your bikini panties are a rushed knot at your hips, and his cum is sliding down the inside of your thighs. He held you by the waist as he thrust into you desperately, like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Like he needed to be inside you just to breathe. He bit your shoulder, whispered filthy things in between gasps, while your back kept hitting the wall over and over again.

And you didn’t stop him. Because you didn’t want to.

You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up. It’s breaking you—and at the same time, making you feel alive. Addicted. You want him with a kind of intensity that scares you.

You wished it could last forever. This secret, forbidden routine. This dangerous game where he finds you in dark hallways or bathrooms, touches you with hungry hands, and takes you like no one else exists.

You adore his body. His scent. The way he clenches his jaw when he comes inside you. You adore how he makes you beg without words. How you know that the moment he looks at you like that, you’re done for. And you adore him. Damn you. You adore him.

Even when you swear every time it’s the last. Even when you know this can’t go anywhere. You can’t give Charles up.

And the worst part is… You think you’re falling in love. And it hurts. It hurts because you know you’re not supposed to love like this. Not him. Not when you can’t even look at each other in public without pretending you don’t care.

“Yeah… we wouldn’t want anyone to find out, would we?”

[7-deadly-cats]

killing me softly | 12

K M S M A S T E R L I S T | <- P R E V I O U S | N E X T ->

✿ G E N R E ✿ she fell first, he fell harder | slice of life | drama

✿ P A I R I N G ✿ s1!rafe cameron x overthinking!reader (f)

✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, suggestive language, ruthie being a bitch, rafe showing signs of jealousy & protectiveness, also rafe making suggestive comments & sexual jokes, virginity mention, reader slowly learning how to handle rafe, slight overthinking/anxiety, chat pics containing cursed images lol

✿ S U M M A R Y O F L A S T P A R T ✿ unfortunately, cara had totally forgotten that her mom's 50th birthday was on friday—the same day as kelce’s party. still, you insisted she shouldn’t cancel just for you. in art class, rafe surprised you with his effort for your project, and the dynamic between you had shifted into something more teasing. you were pretty sure he was actually flirting with you this time—on purpose. later in physics, topper texted to ask if you needed a ride on friday. apparently, cara had mentioned it to him. you agreed.

✿ W O R D C O U N T ✿ 4.4k+

✿ A / N ✿ i had sm fun with this one even though it feels kinda rushed and floppy BUT i can't wait to write the party and i didn't wanna drag on the pre-party stuff for another part. hope you guys enjoy it though and holy shit, i'm so scared of what will happen next bc i don't know yet either. lmk what you think of this one <3

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W E E K O N E // T H U R S D A Y

Thursday morning had completely thrown you off your game again.

First, Cara's sudden announcement that she'd totally forgotten her mom's 50th birthday being on Friday; then Rafe (honestly, you could just end the sentence there), who had looked unfairly hot in that stupid cap of his and there was the way he had flirted with you (yes, we’re staying delusional); and finally Topper, asking if you needed a ride on Friday night (which made zero sense because you lived like two seconds from Kelce's house—but hey, who cares, as long as you didn’t have to show up to the party alone).

At least the afternoon spared you from more stress.

Well, that kind of stress anyway.

After school, Cara had driven you home and stayed for lunch with your dad. Afterward, the two of you disappeared into your room to (A) pick an outfit for tomorrow night—because no way were you dealing with that stress last-minute—and (B) because you’d asked her to hang out so you wouldn’t spiral alone with your thoughts because MR CAMERON HAD GIVEN YOU ENOUGH MATERIAL FOR A WHOLE OVERTHINKING SESSION HOLY SHIT.

And (C), she was your bestie. Obviously you loved hanging out with her anyway.

“—and then you pair it with some cute brown western boots, like full cottagecore farm princess vibes, and Rafe’s gonna be like ‘Yee fucking haw, bitch,’” Cara concluded, holding up a cream-colored dress she had pulled out of your closet—one you didn’t even know you owned.

You sat on the edge of your bed, knees pulled up, raising an amused eyebrow. “You do realize no one at that party is gonna be wearing anything even remotely like that. I don’t want a spotlight on me.”

Cara frowned and threw the dress onto the already overflowing chair. “Girl, the biggest spotlight is already on you—and it starts with an R and ends with afe Cameron. So, use the damn stage while it’s still lit.”

“Jesus, save the metaphors for Ms. Langford,” you replied, laughing.

“Hey, if I wanna flex my literary devices, let me.”

You just grinned at her and flopped back on the bed with a groan. “Ugh, it’s all so... messy and annoying and just... why can’t he just say if he’s interested or not? That would make things a whole lot easier. But nooo, it’s this weird maybe-flirting-but-also-not thing—like, what even is that?!”

“Men,” Cara replied simply.

You frowned. “That doesn’t help.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe he’s thinking the same thing?” The mattress dipped as Cara sat down beside you. “Maybe he doesn’t give more obvious signals because he doesn’t know how to read yours. I mean, do you even give him any?”

As if Rafe ever overthought like that. His brain was pure 'in-the-moment' mode. He wasn’t like you, running through every possible scenario in your head at all times.

“Well, I don’t know,” you said, eyebrows scrunched.

Then you suddenly sat up, meeting Cara’s gaze with a little smirk. “I flustered him yesterday. Or... I think I did.”

“WHAT?” Cara’s brows shot up. “And you didn’t tell me?!”

You laughed. “I was so dead tired yesterday, I completely forgot.”

“WELL TELL ME NOW HOLY SHIT.”

“Okay, okay.” You shifted into a cross-legged seat. “It probably just made him uncomfortable but I kinda went on one of my little rambles again. Told him I appreciated how he doesn’t make a big deal out of stuff—like when I’m awkward or mess up. And then I don’t know... he just went quiet for a few seconds. Almost stunned? He had this look—caught off guard but also lowkey touched? Like he hadn’t expected it...? Ugh, I don’t even know.” You laughed nervously. “He probably just thought I was having a weird episode. He already thinks I’m mentally unstable anyway.”

Cara just stared at you, brows raised, mouth slightly open. Then she shook her head, holding up her hands in a slow, dramatic woah-woah-woah-woah gesture. “Holy fucking shit. I—WOW. I don’t even know what to—GIRL. YOU FLUSTERED RAFE CAMERON.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Yeah but—”

“NO BUTS. Oh my god, do you even—like, ahhhh.” Cara jumped off the bed and brushed a blonde strand out of her face. “I wish I’d seen that. I mean, goddamn, WHAT. I haven’t even seen you two interact yet!”

She frowned dramatically and shook her head again. “Okay, screw my mom. Well—no, I am going to her birthday. BUT. Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Y/N. We’re both so dumb.” She held her hands up like she’d just had a full-on divine revelation. “Kelce’s party isn’t gonna end at midnight. Let’s be real, it’ll probably start properly around then. So I’ll just come by after my mom’s thing. I HAVE to see you two together.”

Oh.

That actually didn’t sound like a bad idea and—wow, how had your brain thought of every possible scenario except that one? Like??? What was the point of overthinking if not for this kind of thing??

You smiled, cheeks warm. "I’m not sure Rafe sees it that way. Him and I spending the party together, I mean."

That would be... oh god no that would be—WHEW—like, that would 100% mean he actually liked you in some way.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, JUST IMAGINE.

AND DIDN’T HE EVEN SAY HE WANTED TO BE YOUR WINGMAN???? PROJECT-PARTNER-ZONED BUT STILL!!!

“If he doesn’t, I’ll beat his ass,” Cara said, scrunching up her nose. "Dude literally invited you. He better make damn sure you have a good night."

You know what? YES. Like, who invites someone and then just ghosts them? The bare minimum would include a conversation, right? …Or two or four, maybe more hihihi.

God, you just wanted to hug Cara. You’d been freaking the hell out about this crazy-ass party, and in less than two hours she’d somehow made you look forward to tomorrow night.

You nodded amused. “Assuming I’m the only one he invited—sure.”

Cara frowned and waved it off. “Then he’s for the streets anyway.” She tilted her head with a mischievous grin. “And Topper’s still an option. He’s not bad-looking, he’s sweet, sure his mom’s a helicopter parent and—”

“I’m not becoming Ms. Thornton.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Still think you and Barry—”

“No.”

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W E E K O N E // F R I D A Y

“No?” Rafe raised a brow, clearly amused, as he zipped up his backpack. “Why not?”

You, on the other hand, grimaced, your cheeks burning hot, and prayed that half the econ class hadn’t just overheard Rafe asking if he should bring condoms for you tonight for when some dude would get you laid (his words).

But THANK THE UNIVERSE, most people seemed too busy packing up to head to their next class.

(And yes, you had sat next to him again because... IT JUST HAPPENED, OKAY.)

“Because…” God, why did he always put you in these situations? “I don’t plan on…” HOW DO YOU EVEN PHRASE THIS?

“Fucking?”

THIS GUY.

Staring straight ahead, you kept shoving your things into your bag. Now even your neck was on fire. “Yeah,” you finally muttered through clenched teeth.

Rafe let out a quiet, amused breath. “You scared ‘cause it’d be your first time?”

OKAY NOPE. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!!

It was bad enough your entire aura apparently screamed "VIRGIN" loud enough for him to notice—he had to bring it up IN SCHOOL in a FULL CLASSROOM?

You met his cocky smile with a dead-ass frown. “You scared to ever think for a second before opening your mouth?”

And whether that pissed him off or not, you honestly didn’t care in that moment.

Rafe had a whole personality spectrum going on but this asshole side of his? Yeah, not it. And just because you were—unfortunately—down bad for this boy, did not mean you had to take whatever came out of his pretty damn mouth.

But Rafe just smirked crookedly and slung his backpack over one shoulder (yeah, dude, we see your biceps flexing). “Keep that attitude for tonight. I'm sure there's a guy who's into that.”

BRO.

But before you could come up with something to throw back, a fake-ass-smiling girl popped up next to your desk, her glossy white Prada bag (girl this is a school, be fr) hanging perfectly on her shoulder. Her bestie Gracie stood right behind her with the same plastic smile glued on.

Ruthie’s big eyes fluttered right at Rafe as she said, “I’m assuming Topper’s playing taxi tonight again.”

Your stomach dropped. What the hell did she mean by that? LIKE WHAT? Topper had NOT mentioned Ruthie joining his ride.

Rafe gave a barely noticeable shake of his head, lips in a hard line. “Not for you.”

Ruthie tilted her head with a smile. “Did he tell you that?”

“I’m telling you now.”

You’d never heard Rafe sound so calm. It was... unsettling. You weren’t even the one he was talking to and it still gave you a weird feeling.

And that made it worse—because you felt so out of place here.

Ruthie’s brows twitched. Then, for a split second, her dark eyes locked onto yours—and seriously, she visibly looked you up and down before turning back to Rafe. “Is your new girlfriend coming too?”

AYO WHAT.

NONONONO DON’T BLUSH DON’T BLUSH DON’T BLUSH.

fuck.

Rafe let out a scoff, scratching his chin with narrowed eyes. "Come on, Ruthie. Fuck off. Go annoy someone who gives a shit."

Oh boy. She was lucky she wasn’t a guy because everything about Rafe screamed he was one second away from punching someone.

Ruthie’s lips pulled into that same fake-ass smile, and this time she addressed you directly. “Y/N Y/L/N, right? Funny how we’ve never spoken, even though you’ve been here as long as everyone else.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, face all fake-innocent. “Anyway, I hope it’s not gonna be another one of those parties where some girl ends up crying ‘cause she got ditched by a guy. Always so sad to look at.”

This fucking bitch.

Cara definitely would’ve slapped her for that.

And you know what? You were still pissed at Rafe from earlier, and this? Nope.

You just smiled politely and swung your bag over your shoulder, voice friendly. “Sorry to hear that. Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

Three funny things happened in that exact moment: Ruthie’s raised brows, Gracie throwing her a not-so-subtle side-eye of agreement, and fucking Rafe letting out a clearly amused breath.

And Miss wannabe-netflix-meangirl-whatever did not like that one bit.

She was just opening her mouth again when Rafe cut her off, waving her off with a hand. “Jesus, enough already. Listening to you whine gives me a fucking headache.”

And that... actually wrapped up that little interaction.

“She’s such a fucking annoying bitch,” Rafe said as he walked beside you through the hallway.

Which—uh yeah—was kinda funny, because you had History next and he wasn’t even in your class and—

Never mind. Kelce and Topper were in your class. He was probably just tagging along to see them.

You didn’t have enough brainpower to think that far ahead anyway, since you were walking so close together you had to focus not to bump into him like a total clumsy idiot.

“I think she watched Mean Girls too many times as a kid and decided to make that her whole personality,” you muttered.

Still lowkey overwhelmed by everything that had just happened but also… a little amused by how it all played out.

Rafe chuckled again and you could feel his gaze on you. “You really should talk back to her more often. Might actually get her to shut up.”

“I didn’t even say anything bad,” you said, briefly meeting his smirk. Which was technically true but sure, okay—your line could be interpreted as a soft dig. Oops.

“Shit, did you see her face? That was some ‘I’m ending you tonight’ type shit.”

Even though he sounded entertained, you still felt a little uneasy. Because yeah—Ruthie was a shady bitch. Everyone knew it. And she was always the first to start gossip and stuff spread fast on Figure 8—even if it wasn’t true.

“What? You scared of her?”

You blinked, meeting his eyes again. “What? No.”

“You suck at lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Sure.”

A frown crept onto your face. “It’s not like she’s gonna actually start a fight or anything.”

Then again... there probably was a reason “ruthless” and “Ruthie” shared the same root letters.

“Dunno,” Rafe shrugged. “I’ve seen her swing at another girl with an empty beer bottle before.”

Your head snapped to him, brows raised. “Now you’re lying.”

No way that was true. How had no one talked about that?

Rafe raised his hands innocently, still amused. “It's true. At some little beach party she threw last year. No clue what they were fighting about but the crazy bitch just swung at the other chick with an empty beer bottle. It was fucking wild”

Honestly, what shocked you more was that Rafe had been at a Ruthie party to begin with.

And before you could stop yourself, you heard yourself asking: “Why’d you even go to her party?”

OH GOD. That came out way too dry for something that was supposed to be a casual, joking question. FUUUUUCK.

Someone please shoot me now.

Rafe seemed slightly surprised by the question too, his brows lifting just a bit.

UGHHHH.

Then he just shrugged, eyes on the staircase ahead. “Had her annoying friend on my ass at that time but the free drinks made that crazy-ass party kinda tolerable.”

Oh.

Something tugged deep in your chest.

You remembered now—for like a week or so, Rafe had had a thing with Ruthie’s bestie, Gracie Malone. And the thought of them, how Ruthie and Gracie probably saw you now as just another one of his temporary girls... and not knowing if Gracie had maybe really caught feelings for him...

Yeah, that made you a little nervous about tonight.

Not knowing what to say, you just nodded, gripping your bag strap tighter. A somewhat forced smile on your lips. “Fair.”

Rafe just let out a soft chuckle and—OH MY GOD OMG OMG—softly bumped his shoulder into yours as you climbed the stairs.

OH. MY. GOD.

It was something totally normal. Happens all the time when people walk side by side—no intention, definitely not. No, you’d just taken a dumb step and ended up too close to him, and then he was the one who brushed against you with his next step, but—

GIRL STAY CALM.

“Yeah, so if you don’t wanna end up with half a beer bottle lodged in your brain, you should maybe hire yourself a bodyguard for tonight,” Rafe joked, turning the corner with you.

You bit the inside of your cheek, sensing an opportunity in what he'd said—something that even YOU could use as a basis for—

“Why, you volunteering?”

And there it was, out in the open—HOLY FUCKING SHIT AHHHHHHHHH.

Your heart launched into a full-on death sprint and every single nerve in your body started buzzing under your skin. And then you felt uneasy because he probably thought that was just some awkward, pathetic attempt at flirting, WHICH IT WAS, and he was SUPPOSED TO somehow get the hint that you liked him but—

A boyish chuckle escaped his lips and he raised his brows in disbelief. “You want me to play Prince Charming for you?”

Heat crept up your neck but you just smiled awkwardly. “You just looked like you’d really love to deck her one.”

“Oh, you think I like hitting girls now?”

“Girls no. Furies, yes.”

GIRL.

Rafe just laughed, an honest sound that sent a warm feeling spreading through your chest. “Shit, I think you're the one who’s gonna deck her tonight.”

Great. Your horrible attempt at flirting had ended in… whatever this was.

“Ayo, Rafe!”

Kelce’s loud-ass voice echoed down half the hallway. He and Topper were already standing outside the history classroom with the rest of your class, waiting for Mr. Davis to arrive.

You braced yourself for your fight or flight to kick in��But… it didn’t. Which was weird. WHY THE HELL NOT?

Rafe dapped up Kelce and Topper, and you just stood there like some NPC waiting to be addressed, unsure of what to do. Leave? Stay? SAY HELLO?

“Yo, Y/N, Rafe already told us he’d be bringing a date tonight,” Kelce said, eyeing you with a grin full of shining white teeth. “You excited?”

NEVERMIND, FIGHT OR FLIGHT ACTIVATED.

AND WHAT??? NO WAY RAFE HAD CALLED YOU HIS FUCKING DATE. Definitely just Kelce bullshitting.

“Dude,” Topper said with a scoff.

Your cheeks burning, you just let out an awkward chuckle.

“You made Ruthie shut up,” Rafe said, eyebrows raised unimpressed. “This bastard should be easy.”

Such a great friend.

“Ayo, what.” Kelce raised his brows, looking at Rafe and nodding toward you. “How come we didn’t adopt her sooner?”

DUUUUUDE.

And your face just hit a new level of heat.

Though it was kinda cute how Kelce and Topper were looking at you right now like two dumb little boys in awe.

You just smiled sheepishly and shook your head slightly. “I didn’t really shut her up.”

“You basically called her a crybaby,” Rafe countered (Kelce gasped) and turned to Topper with furrowed brows. “She wanted you to play her taxi again.”

Topper shrugged. “I got two seats left.”

OH. Now that was interesting. Could Topper Thornton actually… tolerate Ruthie?

You weren’t sure if he was just extremely polite and somehow blind to her mean girl energy, or if he was so aggressively nice it looped back around to ass-kissing, OR—and this was the worst possible option—he actually had a thing for fucking Ruthie Whitmore.

Kelce clicked his tongue. “Shii, Top, since when are you into evil chicks?”

Rafe, on the other hand...

“The fuck do you mean two seats?” His brow twitched, lips curling into an irritated smile. “Who’s the other bastard you bringing?”

...

Okay, um...

Topper hadn't told him.

Aka you were the bastard.

Topper eyed him irritated, his thumb pointing toward you for a second. “I’m picking up Y/N first, then I’ll swing by for you. Thought I'd told you yesterday.”

"You didn't." There was a shift in Rafe’s whole posture.

Subtle, wouldn’t even be noticeable unless you were used to reading people’s body language closely. His chin lifted a bit, shoulders squared, and his gaze sharpened just slightly.

You felt it the second his eyes landed on you. The intensity in his stare sent a damn shiver down your spine.

He looked like he might kill someone right now.

But why? Didn’t he want you to go with him? Was this too much for him? Too territorial? Some random chick from school being picked up by his friend for a party you could’ve easily walked to?

“I hope that’s not a problem,” you said, giving a smile that came out way more uncertain than you intended.

It’s not a problem and if he makes it out to be one then the fuck?

But his look made it very clear: it was a problem.

And the air between the four of you had suddenly thickened with this really uncomfortable tension, all of it directed squarely at you.

“Outta the way, outta the way.”

Mr. Davis. THANK GOD.

The middle-aged teacher, arms full of books and a giant bag slung over his shoulder, clumsily made his way through the group of students in front of the classroom, trying to unlock the door with his free hand.

“You better hurry, dude,” Kelce said to Rafe, tone sing-songy. “Jones won’t be happy if you’re late.”

Rafe just scoffed, an annoyed glint in his eyes. "Don't piss me off."

With one last unreadable glance at Topper, he turned and walked off toward his class.

And now that you were left alone with the other two, it was like everyone silently agreed that they were very grateful for Kelce’s well-timed distraction.

“He’s pissed,” Kelce commented.

Topper raked a hand through his hair. “Yeah.”

“I wonder why,” Kelce added with a cocky grin aimed straight at you. Then he headed into the classroom like he hadn’t just dropped a mini bomb.

Great. Just great.

Topper sighed and turned to you but you beat him to it: “It’s fine, I can walk. It’s honestly--”

“No, no, it’s all good,” he interrupted, his voice calm and reassuring. “It's my fault. I thought I'd told him yesterday and he's probably more pissed about Ruthie having approached him than this." He gave you a friendly smile. "Don't worry, I’ll talk to him later.”

You raised your eyebrows slightly. Why the hell did Topper need to check in with Rafe about picking you up anyway? Sure, Rafe was kinda the alpha in their little trio or whatever, but seriously? That was a bit much.

Still, it was none of your business and your brain already had enough material to spiral over. And if Topper said it wasn’t about you, then it wasn’t about you, right?

Ha. Ha.

So you just nodded, gave him a polite smile, and said, “Okay.” Then you followed him into the classroom, trying not to fall into a pre-party panic during the next two hours.

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You set your phone on your desk and ran your hands down your face.

Rafe Cameron, ladies and gentlemen.

Ugh, seriously, you didn’t even know, like, THIS GUY.

He messed you up so bad and turned your brain so upside down, it was nearly impossible to even start thinking about him. It was like his whole existence caused a short-circuit in your brain.

Which was crazy—and also kind of a paradox—because he made you spiral so much it almost looped back into nothing, like a vacuum that reset your thoughts.

… and somehow, that was kind of soothing.

Especially, because you’d somehow reached a dynamic in which you weren’t really afraid of saying the wrong thing or pissing him off. And that was mostly thanks to him, because during your little argument the other day, he had made it very clear that he did NOT want you second-guessing his mood or overexplaining things just in case he misunderstood them.

That was really hard for you but your positive-thinking-slash-delusion system had been a big help—plus the fact that Rafe didn’t dwell on things or embarrassing moments. Most of the time, at least.

Okay, the whole Apple Pencil thing was an exception, and the way he kept making suggestive comments that flustered you, and--

Okay, he did dwell on things.

But he did it in such a... skillful way, it didn’t feel like he was mocking you, more like playfully teasing you.

And part of you kind of believed (more like wanted to believe) he did it to get you out of your head. Even if he just enjoyed putting you in awkward situations, him short-circuiting your brain was a nice side effect.

You leaned back in your chair and looked up at the ceiling.

Then there was the whole thing with Topper...

Why had he offered to give you a ride yesterday if today he suddenly decided he’d rather drive Ruthie around? Especially when Rafe was also supposed to be picked up by him—and it just seemed so out of character for Rafe to back down because of Ruthie.

Especially since Topper had said he’d work things out with him. Had it really gotten so bad between them that Rafe would rather drive himself than let Topper give him a ride?

That made zero sense in any universe.

Or could it maybe be...?

You scrunched up your face and shook your head. No, that would be insane.

And yet...

God, you didn’t even dare say the thought out loud in your own head because it made you feel like you were putting too much importance on yourself. Like some hopelessly in-love naive girl from a crappy early 2000s high school rom-com.

GIRL, IT’S OKAY, IT’S YOUR OWN HEAD LIKE??? NO ONE’S LISTENING WHAT THE FUCK.

Okay, okay—could it be that Topper texting me and making plans behind Rafe's back, actually made him... jealous? IS THAT WHY HE WAS ACTING SO WEIRD TODAY IN SCHOOL AFTER HE FOUND OUT??? AND THEN HIM ASKING ME IF I HAD A CRUSH ON TOPPER??????

HOLY SHIT.

SO DID HE WANT TO PICK ME UP INSTEAD OF TOPPER DOING SO???

EWMJKDNGHXJNHFZCDDMHCUNGFKSHMSDFVHNFDAICHDFS.

You leaned forward and buried your face in your lap with your eyes squeezed shut. Absolutely secondhand embarrassed from yourself.

I’M FUCKING INSANE. LIKE HE IS RIGHT, I’M CRAZY.

A knock on the door made you jump and sit up straight.

“Yeah?”

Your mom poked her head into the room, her eyes briefly scanning the mess of clothes all over your floor you hadn’t cleaned up since yesterday. A smile on her face. “Everything okay?”

You nodded awkwardly. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m heading into town, wanna join? I wanted to look for a dress for Veronika’s party tonight.”

Ohhh right. Your mom was also going to the birthday of Cara's mom.

And honestly, that sounded perfect—there were still six freaking hours until 9 PM. No way you were able to spend that time alone without losing your mind.

And hey, maybe you’d even find a better outfit for later.

A smile crossed your face. “Sure, I’ll just get changed real quick.”

“Great. I’m waiting downstairs.” With that, your mom closed the door behind her.

Okay.

The buzzing in your nerves wasn’t here yet. Which was weird. But a lot could change in six hours, and worst of all: Rafe’s moods fluctuated like crazy.

It was basically a gamble trying to guess what mood he’d be in when he picked you up later.

And how he’d act at the party—that was a whole other level. And not even your fucking overthinking brain dared to make predictions about that...

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[caxde]

bell to bell | the marauders au x reader

summary you and your friend grop are all teachers at the same high school, laughter, chaos and an undecleared love ensue (1.2k)

warnings fem!reader, fluff, slowburn bestfriends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, , english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read! 

a/n this is my first marauders! fic, I will continue if enough ppl like it/request it, than you for reading!

“Has anyone seen Genine today?” Remus spoke as soon as he closed the door behind him, the glass door letting the sun in carefully, as if it needed permission. 

“What Genine? 10 Genine?” James asked back rapidly, his head fastly looking away from the papers he was grading. 

“Yes, 10 Genine.” A tired whisper escaped from Remus in the form of a grunt. 

“Called in sick, said she spent the night glued to the toilet.” Sirius chirped as he fixed his black hair behind his ears. 

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” Remus spit through gritted teeth, his hand reaching for the bridge of his nose. 

“Language” James interrupted once more, while trying to stiff a laugh.

“Oi, I’m the English teacher, not you.” Remus snarked back at him, only for James to roll his eyes, making Sirius laugh at the whole scene. 

“Perdón, profe” James added before looking down again, the stack of papers he needed to grade wasn’t getting any smaller.

“Why’re you asking?” Sirius continued the conversation, the wrinkle in between his eyebrows made it clear he needed the answer. 

“Hey” It was at that moment that you walked in through the door, empty mug in hand and the usual-already-stained blue shirt you put on first thing in the morning. 

“Hi” It was unanimous and monotone. The three boys greeted you as soon as they heard your uplifting tone you always had with you. 

You found your way to the kettle, James already handing the brown sugar with the tiniest spoon he could find. As soon as you pressed the button and the water started to boil, you found the green tea bag in your pocket and left it in the empty cup, turning around so you could face the scene. 

“She asked for an extension on the Romeo and Juliett paper, guess when she needs to hand it in?” Remus continued the conversation as if you had been there the whole time. His eyes fixated onto Sirius who was sitting on the edge of the old armchair, way overdue for a replacement that he would never allow. 

“10 Genine?” You asked softly into the room, Remus quickly turned to you nodding profusely. He was still right in front of the door, the sun shining from behind him. His old sweater was missing a few threads right near the bottom of it. You always thought, even when you met him all those years ago, he always dressed exactly as an English teacher, so it made sense that he had never changed his wardrobe. “She did that to me a couple weeks ago.” You pointed out. “Turns out mom and dad are getting a divorce and she left it at dad’s house. Was too embarrassed to tell me, mom called once she saw her home and explained.”

“Shit.” James muttered as he looked up at you. He sat down next to the kettle, being the main consumer of it. Unfortunately for him, that table faced the wall, so he usually spent half of his days turning around so he could chat with whoever was inside the teacher’s hall. Anything was a good distraction. Just as it did back when he was a student. You left your body rest on the end of the table, facing the room. You were towering James, which was unusual. 

“Now who is the one that needs to watch his language?” Sirius teased as Remus mouthed a very overly exaggerated thank you at his direction before looking back at you. 

“Benefit of the doubt then.” He resigned, finally taking a step further, grabbing the back of a chair as he left his bag on top of the large desk. 

“Year 10 is allergic to learning anything though.” Sirius scoffed as he finally resigned to make any progress on his laptop, closing it down a bit too fast. 

“Yeah, they asked me if hola can be used in France.” James added with a look of defeat clear on his eyes, hidden away by his round glasses. 

“Bastards” Sirius pointed, still bitter that not one of them opted for the french curse he offered. 

“When we were talking about Shakespear, they asked if he is on TikTok.” Remus chirped, trying to mask a laugh that started to spread around the room. 

“Well, what’d you say?” You digged in, finally tossing the tea bag that James grabbed out of your hand, a movement so delicate you hadn’t even realised. He just smiled at you the instant your hands briefly touched. 

“I said he was the ghost writer for the Twilight movies.” 

The whole room erupted with honest laughter, the air filled with a much needed break after the hectic morning you had. 

You enjoyed your break with them, while the students enjoyed their short period break. You thanked God everyday for the golden opportunity you had. You and Remus grew up next door to each other, and had been inseparable ever since. Once he got accepted into a posh college, you had been introduced to this hectic group of friends he found himself involved in. 

They came to your small town every change they got, and with each visit you grew closer and closer together. 

Eventually, when you had to part ways to go to Uni you were afraid you’d lose contact with them, but thankfully, the universe had other plans. 

Instead of going back home on the weekends, you spent them in each others’ houses and shared flats, finding every excuse to hang out every free second you had, together. 

You had met partners that lasted, you had met one night stands and situationships. You had been there for each other, through grief and joy. They were your family, and you wouldn’t change a thing. 

So when Sirius finished his History Degree with a specialization of French History, James finished his Spanish Literature Degree, Remus his English Degree with a specialization on Classic and Modern Literature and you finished Art School you all decided the same thing. 

You needed something stable. Something secure. And you needed to be close to each other. 

James’ mom got a call a few months after, his old teachers were all retiring soon, and the search for new and young professors had started. 

You didn’t think you’d all get in, and truly you hadn’t. 

Some friends that were made in your studying years you had told about the insane opportunity hadn’t got in. 

But still, this, right now, was as close to heaven as you thought you could get. 

“Well, if I hear one more they ate while telling them about the French Revolution I’m the one that’s going to start chopping head of” Sirius prompted, knowing the laughter and soft chuckles would start again. 

“To be fair…” Remus pointed out, with his eyebrows raised. 

“True” Sirius muttered, dismissing his point with a wave of his hand. 

“Break time over boys” You announced as you saw the students starting to gather their things and finding their way to the classes they had. You once again were thankful for the glass doors the teacher’s nook had. 

“Fuck” Remus muttered once again as he reached once more for the bridge of his nose. 

“Language” James repeated once again, chirping with a soft smile. 

He looked up at you before you left, handing you your mug with hot tea. Accompanied with his usual warm smile, you nodded back to him, a silent thank you before you exited through the door. 

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[mellowwillowy]

Yan! Boyfriend x GN Reader

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 , NSFW

Yan! Boyfriend who you thought to be a golden retriever only to have him turn into a Doberman the moment you are away from him.

Yan! Boyfriend who is the "all 5 love language combo" for you and you only!

Act of service? Fun, especially when his head is buried into your crotch. That aside, yes he does all those sweet ass stuffs. Anything you think of, he has done it, even to the very most downbad shit you could think of.

Physical touch? PDA if you are into that, else either a hand around your thigh, squeezing them with love or shit ton of pecks.

Words of affection? 'My love looks so gorgeous as usual! What a refined beauty my love is, no wonder I can't stop falling head over heels for you!' And you were on the bed with bad hair, drooling on your pillow.

Gifting? How many gifts have you received today from him? Starting from something little to something large? The most surprising would be him coming home with a pet for you.

"Ta-daaa! You've been saying you want a pet so I think you will like this!"

Quality time? Not a problem for him. He has a lot of time for you. Hm? Work? Better not question him further about it. All that matters is that it's enough to give the two of you more than enough, even allowing the two of you to laze around. (Unlike Yan! Lawyer Husband and Yan! Antagonist who barely has any time for darling pfft-)

Yan! Boyfriend who is practically on his knees like a dog waiting for his treat when you are about to do something ✨️ r o m a n t i c a l ✨️ on him. Say who's a good boy and you could have sworn you saw his non-existent tail wagging excitedly.

"Who's a good boy hm? Who's a gooood boy??"

"Me! Blue! Blue is a good boy!"

Well, at least he is now because he wasn't when you first met him. He's changed a lot just for you, didn't want to disappoint you the next time you see him.

Yan! Boyfriend is the guy who you can really depend on for everything. Financially? Yes. Wanna beat the fuck out of someone? Call him and that person will have a taste of all the martial arts he has learned back then, not to mention he was quite the delinquent back then. Mentally? Yes. He's always there for you, either making it worse or better.

Yan! Boyfriend who likes to show you off to his friends and co-workers so much as though you are his prized possession. The hand that never leaves your waist and the dagger he shot at the people who stared at you for a bit too long are threatening enough to scare them away. Will definitely have a separate chat with them later,

"The fuck you are looking at my love for hm?"

Ignore how their nose is red and bleeding okay? If only Blue was able to do more, he would have had his fist buried into their face even more and harder like in the good ol' days. Has no choice but to be good else someone might rat to you about his behavior again.

Yan! Boyfriend who really likes to sleep on your lap, being able to feel you this close just makes him feel all giddy like a teenager in love. Would litter kisses and licks if you are not wearing anything that covers your thighs.

Yan! Boyfriend who will almost have the same taste in music as yours because he's just like that. Sucking in everything about you and ends up liking it.

Yan! Boyfriend who will vibe with you nonstop. If you are the crack type person, he will just be as crack as you, making people think whether the two of you are high in crack or not. Will always make you feel like it's okay to do anything you want without having to be embarrassed. Too shy to sing? Well, watch him scream his lungs out (Lemon and Grape chilling with ear muffs) and his hand motioning you tag along.

"BABY WON'T YOU LOOOOVEEE MEEEE"

"What do you say we gag him up with the mic?"

"Great, I'll hold him by the neck."

Yan! Boyfriend who really loves watching you sleep. No, he's not a somnophilic bastard like Yulian. He just adores seeing you resting so peacefully. (while Eleanor panicking over darling sleeping)

Yan! Boyfriend who enjoys cooking breakfast for you. You'll wake up greeted with him standing by the kitchen or sitting by the dining table waiting for you to wake up. Hm? If the food has gone cold because you woke up late, he'll just reheat it. Nothing biggie so no need to feel bad about it ^^

Yan! Boyfriend who is always keeping his mental state in check just in case it cracks open the ugly side of him again. He's embarrassed of it yet he is grateful for it because it brought the two of you to meet. Just staying next to you is enough to keep him sane so try not to stray too far from him okay? He might really snap again and the place you once called home might be nothing but ruins.

"Love you... dear."

Yan! Boyfriend who hates being away from you! If his work suddenly requires him to be somewhere away from you, he will bring you along with him! (I might make a chart of the difference for all the LIfE Pro casts)

"Almost feels like a vacation eh? Let's visit this place once I'm done with work love!"

Although he always brings you along, there are times when he'll have to leave you with Lemon or Grape, either asking them to stay with you or you stay over their place.

"Try not to dent his sport car again yeah? He was yapping at me for hours ahaha! I will ask Grape to watch over you as well, she'll do well as your nanny. Hm? Not a little kid anymore? Oh no no, better be safe than sorry. Don't want those nasty ghosts keeping you awake during the night yeah?"

Afternote:

Blue is my second favorite! Yulian has always been the first so no one sees Blue that much... he's just so sweet... although the story he shares with Eleanor tangles everything up...

[kawaiislutt]

Love Trial

{Paring: Summer Fling Sunghoon x Blk Fem! Reader

{Genre: smut, strangers to lovers?? summer fling, ambw themes, 18+ so (mdni).

{Summary: In which, the summer vacation trip, to Seoul, South Korea finally makes it out of the group chat. What was supposed to be just a girls trip, a getaway from your stressful work lives, you find yourself in a summer fling with a local you met in Hongdae. Would this be a start of a new love story? Or would you leave half of your heart, in Seoul, South Korea?

{Warnings: explicit scenes, protected sex (gasp), fingering, oral (m&f receiving), missionary (hoon’s an eye contact type of guy), squirting for the first time, accent kink, dirty talk in broken English and Korean, language barrier (Jake has to translate for hoon), bold letters is when they’re speaking in Korean, I don’t speak Korean so translations may not be accurate, just a lot of filth and some fluff okay ?

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You and your friends squealed in excitement, as you all stared at your booking confirmation. The trip, had finally made it out of the group chat, you guys were so thrilled. You all had corporate jobs, and very exhausted from piles of paperwork, and constant meetings.

“Holy fuck! Guys we finally did it.” Jada shouted, jumping up and down. You and Naomi joined her, both group hugging, all so giddy. You could already feel the stress leaving your body, just knowing vacation was around the corner.

“So fucking glad, i won’t have to hear my bosses bullshit, for a whole three months. Naomi said, falling back onto Jada’s queen size bed, you giggled before joining her, grabbing your phone and scrolling through your socials.

“Maybe, I’ll meet me a fine Korean daddy, and get wifed up and move to South Korea”Jada chuckled, following back onto the bed as well, and joining you both.

“Guys remember, this trip is all about having fun, nothing too serious” You said, you were always the mother of the group, even though, Naomi was older you always played the responsible role.

“Oh come on Y/n, you gotta learn how to live a little” Naomi said, nudging you in your side playfully. You rolled your eyes at her, of course you wanted to have fun, just safely. You were always pretty anxious, and an overthinker. But Jada and Naomi, were total opposites, more free spirited.

“Don’t tell me, Brent has anything to do with what you were saying” Jada said, raising her eyebrow at you suspiciously. You got quiet, avoiding making eye contact with her. Jada sat up real quickly, as well as Naomi.

“Y/n.. we’ve been through this already, that trash cheated on you with Jennifer, it’s about time you get off him. Naomi said, her tone holding a sense of encouragement. Perhaps your friends were right, it has been almost 4 months, since you and your cheater of an ex boyfriend broke up.

“Nobody’s saying it had to be serious, but possibly let a handsome guy buy you a drink, and maybe get railed.” Jada giggled mischievously, wiggling her eyebrows. You put your hand over your mouth laughing, you loved your crazy friends.

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When you stepped off the plane, you immediately breathed in the Seoul air, it was beautiful day, the sun was beaming down on your face, and the wind blowing a nice breeze. It felt so good, knowing you didn’t have to worry about, getting calls all afternoon, and going back and forth to the copy machine. No, it was strictly about having fun, and letting loose.

“Eeee! I can’t believe we’re finally here ladies” Jada said, bringing you all in for a group hug. You all cheered and expressed your excitement, before getting your luggage. You all were able to haul a taxi, and speak to the driver in the very poor broken Korean, the best you all could.

When you guys arrive at the Airbnb, the view was breathtaking, it overlooked the streets of downtown Seoul, restaurants, and shopping centers near by the area.

“Wow! It looks exactly how I viewed it online, I thought we were going to get scammed.” Naomi said, chuckling in disbelief, before dropping her luggage, and running around exploring the unit. You giggled, before pulling her luggage with yours, placing it into one of the rooms.

“Girls, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starved.” Jada said, holding onto her stomach, and pouting like a baby. You didn’t realize how hungry you were as well, before your stomach growled on cue, you all burst into laughter.

“How about, we try that one bbq spot, we found on TikTok?” You suggested, Naomi, and Jada quickly agreed, as you all ran to take showers and get dressed to go out.

When you guys arrived at the restaurant, the vibes were great, and the people were friendly. Luckily most of the staff spoke English, so you guys were able to dine with ease. You guys ate until you guys were full, and then went to the convenience store for dessert afterwards.

Finally the nighttime came, and it was time to go clubbing. You couldn’t believe, you were about to experience the infamous Hongdae, a place you’ve only seen on TikTok and YouTube videos. You decided to go with something simple yet still attractive, a lace red corset top, with a black mini skirt, that if you bent over you would definitely flash someone.

“Wow we look hot as fuck!” Jada yelled, doing her little dancey dance in the mirror. You, and Naomi giggled at her, before joining in. It was time to, fucking party like wild animals!

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Music from the clubs fills the lively atmosphere, and lots of people laugh and mingle with one another. Guys hitting on girls left to right, and many locals standing off to corner smoking a cigarette. You felt nervous, being that you haven’t enjoyed the nightlife in a while, and on top of that, you were in a totally different country.

As a black woman, you didn’t know what to expect, you did get a lot of stares, some of admiration, and some of curiosity and confusion. But you were here to have a good time, not get in your head, and let your insecurities show. Finally you guys made in to the club you were partying at, and immediately ordered drinks.

“Wow our bartender is fucking hot!” Jada said, eying the tatted gentleman, and biting her lip, as she fluttered her eyelids flirtatiously. You giggled before taking another sip from drink. After many shots, you finally start to feel the buzz, the adrenaline pumping through your body.

“Come on girls, let’s go dance!” Naomi said, dragging you and Jada to the dance floor. the Dj was playing WAP, by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion. You slowly started to sway your hips to the music, your body moving like liquid to beat of the vulgar song. You dropped it low, made it bounce, all of the above.

Sunghoon’s Pov:

You caught Sunghoon’s eye immediately, when he spotted you by the bar. He did a double take, when he took in your appearance, he has never met a woman, as gorgeous as you are.

His eyes trailed down your frame slowly, your waist slim, your thighs thick enough to take a bite out of, and your aura was all but too addicting. He swallowed hard, watching you throw back your drink like nobody else’s business, he always had a thing for girls like you, beautiful brown skin, and bodies of a goddess.

When he saw you and your friends hit the dance floor, he immediately held his breath. The way you moved your body with all confidence, and seductively, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. You were making him sweat, making his pants feel like he got a size way too small.

“Holy shit, look at those chicks over there” Heeseung said, nudging Jake in his side. Jake turned around, scanning the room before finally his eyes landed on you and your friends.

“Fuck they’re hot, now those girls really know how to have some fun” Jake said, smirking as he took another sip from his drink, hissing at the sting of the liquor. Sunghoon stayed quiet, just observing and watching you dance.

And then that’s when it happened, your eyes met his, and he felt his heart skip a beat, his breath hitching. You smirked at him, biting down on your bottom lip, as continued to dance sexually.

“Holy shit Hoon, the one in the red corset, is totally checking you out right now” Jay said, smirking, as he winked, at a pretty girl passing by them. Sunghoon could feel his face heating up from Jay’s words, were you really noticing him? Were you really interested in him?

“I’m pretty sure she’s looking at all of us” Sunghoon said, awkwardly, taking another sip of his drink. Jake chuckled, he could tell Sunghoon wasn’t used to bold girls like you, plus Sunghoon wasn’t really a club person.

“We should invite them to our section” Heeseung said, turning to look at his friends for approval. Sunghoon almost spit out his drink, Invite you over?! Sunghoon was a nervous wreck already, and you weren’t even near him. Plus, his English speaking skills, were not the greatest.

“L-Like right now? What if they think we’re creeps” Sunghoon stuttered, he never felt this nervous, and intimidated in his twenty-two years of existence. His friends just laughed, nudging him in the side, and telling him to lighten up. But he could he keep calm, when the most beautiful woman, he’s ever seen was three feet away from him.

Back to Y/n’s Pov;

When you locked eyes with him, you immediately knew you had to have him, he was handsome, tall, and a mysterious aura to him. It was the way he watched you, studied you, as if you were the only girl in the room. You wanted him,and you wanted him to want you too, you prayed he would come and approach you.

You saw one of the guys he was with, walking in you and your Friends direction. He was also very handsome, his eyes resembling a golden retriever, and his hair was silky and fluffy. But your eyes were on the prize, who that in the back?!

“How you doing tonight pretty ladies, hope I’m not intruding too much, but me and my friends were wondering if you wanna come chill in our section? The gentleman said, a confident smirk on his face. His cologne was strong, but not to the point where it was unbearable. Jada had agreed, before you and Naomi could even give your opinion.

You and your girls followed the handsome guy, whose name you now know as Jake, to him and his Friends private section. Your eyes were on Mr tall, and mysterious the whole time. You took a seat right next to him, you could see him tense up, and you giggled at his reaction. He was such a cutie.

“Welcome beautiful ladies, I’m Jongseong, but I go by Jay” Jay introduced him, offering to shake hands. You all shook his hand back, but he gave Naomi a special kiss on her knuckles, clearly showing off his interest in her. Heeseung did the same, his eyes on Jada the whole time, eye fucking her, like no tomorrow.

“Not too much of a talker are you? You said, looking at over Sunghoon. He looked at you, his eyes wide, as he swallowed his spit nervously. He looked over at Jake for help, he didn’t understand what you meant at all.

“Am I not interesting enough for you huh?” You fake pouted, holding your chest, as if you were injured. Sunghoon frowned at you, looking at you with an intense gaze, he was trying so hard to understand you, but he was failing badly. Finally Jake noticed the tension, and cut the rope with a knife.

“Oh, this is my friend Sunghoon, he’s not very good at speaking English.” Jake said, Sunghoon understood that sentence, nodding his head at you awkwardly. You nodded your head, awkwardly biting down on your lip.

“You like drink?” Sunghoon suddenly said, staring at you nervously, his palms sweaty.

“Huh?” You replied, frowning in confusion. Sunghoon bit his lip, mentally cursing himself out in his head, now he wished, he paid attention in English classes as a teenager.

“Jake!, tell her I would like to buy her a drink” Sunghoon said to Jake, Jake quickly translated what Sunghoon had said, with his very attractive Aussie accent. You smiled at Sunghoon, telling him yes of course you can buy me a drink.

You watched, as he headed to the bar, he looked so sexy with his leather jacket on, a white tank top under it. He looked back to see you already staring at him, and he shyly looked away, smirking to himself. He came back a drink in his hand, a fruity looking drink.

You took the drink from him, and thanked him, as you took a small sip from it. The drink was sweet with a sour aftertaste, honestly pretty good.

“You like it?” He said, his accent thick, as he smiled softly at you, waiting for your answer. You smiled back at him, nodding your head and taking another sip from the drink. Suddenly the song by streets by Doja Cat came on, you immediately wanted to get up and dance to it.

“Would you like to dance with me Sunghoon” You asked him, gesturing towards the dance floor. He frowned at first, and then went “Ahh” when he understood what you said and replied with a nervous “Yes”. You giggled at his cuteness, before reaching your hand out, for him to take. He took your hand, and let you lead him to the dance floor.

“Just follow my lead baby” You said, looking into his eyes, before turning around, placing your backside on his front. Sunghoon damn near, had a heart attack, when you started rolling and grinding your body on his crotch. He was too stunned to speak, his hands laying awkwardly by his sides.

“Don’t be shy baby, put your hands on my hips” You giggled, grabbing his hands, and placing it on your hips. Finally he started to loosen up a bit, his body moving with yours. You both were basically dry humping in front of everyone, you bit down hard on your bottom lip, to conceal the moans that threatened to come out, every time his bulge made contact with your ass.

“Oh god, jeongmal michyeoss-eo.” He mumbled breathlessly, his grip on your hips tightening. You looked back at him, moving your hair to the side, as you now moved your ass in circles, shamelessly teasing his now hard on.

“M-Maybe we home tonight?” He said breathless, his breathing ragged, and sweat drips down his forehead and nape.

“What’s that baby?” You didn’t quite understand him, turning around to face him, as you looked into his dark eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Me and you, my home” He said in broken English, his hands now resting on your ass. You felt yourself soaking your panties, his accent was so cute and sexy, you wanted to swallow him whole. You weren’t going to miss out on the opportunity to spend the night with Sunghoon, honestly this was not something you would usually do, but your friends did tell you to live a little right?

“Ohh baby, you wanna take me home to your bed” You said seductively, running your long acrylics, down his toned chest. Sunghoon didn’t quite understand, but he heard the words baby, bed and reading your body language so he assumed you were agreeing.

“Yes baby, jebal.” He said, with urgency in his voice, he’s never wanted someone as bad as he wants you. You made him feel hot, you made him feel risky, he wanted to explore every single part of you. And that’s how you found yourself, stumbling out the club with Sunghoon. His arm gripping your waist tightly as if you would escape, and you kissed on his neck and face, giggling giddy in the process.

Of course people were giving you looks, some girls looked at you with jealousy and envy, and some guys looked at you, as if they were wishing they were the ones taking you home. Sunghoon quickly hauled a taxi over, you couldn’t keep your hands off him, caressing his chest, kissing on his neck, tracing the moles on his pale skin.

Sunghoon basically had to drag you to the cab, he almost thought you were going to, jump his bones in the public eye. You were acting like a complete slut, and you had no shame, you hadn’t been with someone, since you and Brent broke up plus Sunghoon made your body feel things.

You both were now in the cab, your lips attacking his, as you moaned and he groaned into the kiss. You couldn’t wait to get these clothes off him, you knew he was fit just by looking at his physique, snd feeling his defined muscles through his tank.

“Neoga neomu pil-yohae!”

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You both had barely made into his apartment, before his lips, were back to attacking yours. He managed to shut the door, with the back of his foot, his lips never leaving yours as he gripped your waist tighter. Your body slammed against the wall, the makeout session very heated, as you both moaned desperately into each other’s mouths.

“Sunghoon, fuck baby I need you” You said with a whine, the ache between your legs was starting to become overwhelming, you needed to feel him, you needed him to feel you. He nodded his head frantically, you guessed he understood you, as he suddenly picked you up off your feet, and bring you to his bedroom. His bedroom was spacious, and very clean, and had a minimalist aesthetic to it.

He threw you on the bed, your body hitting the soft mattress and pillows, he stood there a moment, just admiring you, and mumbling the words “Maeu yeppeuda.” Before climbing on top, and starting to leave wet kisses on your neck, and collarbone. You whimpered, at the feeling of his tongue caressing your brown skin, and the feeling of his weight on top of you.

“Is this okay?” He asked, tugging at your corset top, you assumed, he wanted you to take it off. You quickly nodded, turning over, so he could untie the strings. He wasted no time, yanking the strings apart roughly, as tearing the fabric. He flipped you back around like you weighed nothing, groaning at the sight of your bare tits.

“Ah, ssibal yeppeune Janiya!” He grunted, now groping your tits, and pinching your sensitive nipples. You moaned loudly, at feeling of his big hands on your chest, and the thrill of not being able to understand what he was saying to you. It was just something, about the way the foreign words rolled off of his tongue, his accent being the most sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck Sunghoon! Please baby, I need you so bad, i need more” You screamed out, hoping he understands your words and urgency. He studied your body language once again, and the words baby, and more.

“More?, is what you want Jagiya?” He said, hoping he understood you correctly.

“Yes, yess! Please give me more” You begged shamelessly, tugging at his shirt. Sunghoon got the message, throwing off his jacket, and freeing himself of his tank top. You damn near melted, at the sight of Sunghoon’s toned, yet slender body on full display for your eyes only.

“Taking off” He said, tugging your skirt down with urgency, leaving you with only your thong on. You waited, anticipating his next move. He looked you deep in your eyes, with his dark lust filled ones, as he came in contact with your clothed pussy. A very noticeable wet spot, was stained on the middle of your cotton gusset, and he groaned at the sight before rubbing little circles on your pussy through your underwear.

“F-Fuck Hoon, oh god, please give me more, I need it so bad. You cried out, looking at him with pleading eyes, your hand finding his, as you squeezed it hoping he understood. He smirked at you, before coming face level with your pussy, and licking a stripe of it through your panties. Your body jolted forward, your hands going to grab at his hair as he starts to lick at the fabric more aggressively.

“Shit! O-Oh my god, that feels so good, Nghh you’re so nasty” You moaned, your legs already pathetically shaking, and he didn’t even come in contact with your bare cunt yet. Finally, he decided it was time to stop teasing, he pulled your thong to the side, exposing your bare pussy to the cool air and his hungry eyes.

“Wow! Neomu jeoj-eoiss-eo.” He said, swiping through your wet folds with his long slender fingers, before spitting directly on your pussy, and licking another stripe of your pussy this time actually tasting it. Your body jerked forward again, your back arching, off the bed, as he starts to suck and lick on your pussy like he’s starving.

“FUCK! Damn baby, you’re so good at this, how does my pussy taste Hoonie?” You whimpered, your legs threatened to close around his head, but Sunghoon kept forcing them open.

“So sweet jagi, maeu dalkomhada!” He groaned, now sucking on your puffy clit, you could feel yourself already getting closer to the end, your stomach tightening and your legs starting to shake violently.

“Oh Sunghoon, oh god you gonna make me fucking cum” You screamed out loud, your hands gripping onto his hair tightly, causing him to wince at the slight pain. Like clockwork, you shot off like a rocket, creaming hard all over his face. he kept sucking on your pussy, helping you ride out your high until you pushed his head away due to overstimulation.

“Wow! I think that’s the hardest, I ever came from head baby, you’re a sex beast. Sunghoon groaned, now unbuckling his belt, and getting himself out of his jeans. He was now only in his white Calvin Klein boxers, a very noticeable wet patch visible by his crotch area.

“My turn baby” He said, tugging down his boxers, his hard cock sprang free, hitting his abdomen, precum already spilling from the slit. Your mouth was watering at the sight, you grabbed his length in your hands, before pumping his cock up and down slowly. His body jolted, grunted deeply under his breath, your hands felt so good around him.

“Such a, big pretty cock darling” You said, looking up at him, as you continued to jerk his cock off. Sunghoon felt himself about to burst too fast, so quickly stopped your hand. His breathing ragged and ruined. He reached over to his nightstand, pulling out the foil packet, tearing it open with his tooth. He slid the condom over his dick, letting out a shaky hiss from the feeling of the condom.

“Naneun deul-eogaya hae, I need to in baby” He said, voice rushed, husky and rough. You moaned at that, grabbing ahold of your legs, and spreading them wide for him. He cursed under his breath, before lining himself up with your entrance, and slowly starting to breach your tight insides.

“Oh shit! F-fuck, you’re so fucking big!” You screamed, your hands gripping onto the sheets tightly, the stretch was like no other, it felt you were being split right open. Sunghoon was holding his breath, until finally he pulled halfway back out, to slam himself right back in to the hilt.

“Ah ssibal!” He yelled, his movements halted, as he let you and himself adjust to the new feeling, of his nested deep inside you. Your mouth was left agape, a silent scream as you should say, you never felt so full in your life. No other man, has never made you feel this stuffed before, you could feel Sunghoon’s cock touching your cervix.

“Sunghoon please! Please fucking move, oh you feel so good” You cried, desperately pulling at his waist for him to start moving. Sunghoon took a deep breath, before slowly starting to rock his hips back and forth. You immediately grabbed ahold of him, pulling his body down on yours, as you lose yourself in the feeling of him stirring inside you.

“Oh shit! Maeu kkwag, Ah ssibal.” Sunghoon moaned loudly, spurring out words in Korean, that you had no idea what it meant. But for some reason that made your more wetter, your wet pussy gripping his cock like a vice.

“Goddamn baby! I can feel you in my fucking stomach.” You whimpered, his pace now starting to pick up, the bed creaking loudly, the headboard banging against the wall.

“I’m here, my dick deep” He said breathless, pushing down on your stomach, where you could feel him deep inside your guts. You moaned loudly at that, feeling yourself teetering to the edge, for the 2nd time tonight.

“Sunghoon! You gonna make me cream your cock, fuck so damn good.” You cried out, your long nails clawing at his back, once he hits a particular spot, deep inside you.

“Cum for me, yeppeun galsaeg.” He groaned, his hand reaching between your legs, and rubbing fast circles on your puffy clit. You let out a broken sob, as you felt the band snap, your vision going white, as you came hard around Sunghoon’s dick. You didn’t realize you squirted, until you pushed Sunghoon’s dick out of you, your legs shaking like crazy.

“Wow! Very hot, jagi” Sunghoon moaned, mesmerized, by sight of your messy abused cunny. You pushed him off of you, and his body hit the mattress. You snatched off the condom, holding his still painful hard erection, starting to on the sensitive tip.

“Oh shit! o ye ppal-ajuseyo!” He whined, his hips bucking up, you held his legs down, as you started to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your mouth.

“Ah ssibal! gibun-i johda!” He yelled, his hands gripping the sheets aggressively, his stomach clenching, and cock twitching. You moaned around his dick, the the vibration, sending a shock of pleasure through his body.

“Naega ganda, naega sege ganda!” He let out a pathetic cry, his toes curling, as you brought him closer to his peak. All it took, was for you to stuff his dick down your throat, and he let out a guttural moan, shooting thick ropes of milky cum down your throat. You let go of his dick with a loud pop, opening your mouth, showing him his cum on your tongue before swallowing it and showing him it’s gone.

“Ssibal michinnom.” He chuckled breathlessly, his facial fucked out, and satisfied. You were the same, your pupils blown out, your hair was a mess from all the pulling, and tossing and turning. You were so satisfied and tired. He pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist, as he rest his head on yours.

“Salanghaeyo” He whispered.

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You and Sunghoon, ended up spending the whole entire summer together, learning more and more about each other everyday, him taking you cute dates and showing you around the city, and lots and lots of sex. Unfortunately, you and Sunghoon never put a title, on whatever you guys have going on. He never asked you to be his girlfriend, and you never asked him to be your boyfriend.

Tomorrow was the last day of your trip, and you were already feeling depressed, you had feel in love with the city of Seoul, you had fell in love with Sunghoon. But you knew sooner or later reality would hit, you would have to go back to your boring, and stressful life as a corporate worker.

You hadn’t heard from Sunghoon all morning, and it was now evening time. Honestly your feelings were hurt, you knew sooner or later you both had to go your separate ways, but you didn’t think it would be that easy for him to ghost you after everything. You continued packing up your things, checking around the room and bathroom, to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything.

Suddenly your phone ringed, startling you, and you quickly dropped your hair brush in your bag, and grabbed your phone. You saw that it was Sunghoon calling you, and your heart dropped, and skipped a beat at the same time.

“Hello?” You answered, your voice was shaky, and nervous, you didn’t know what to expect.

“Annyeong jagiya, you doing packing” He inquired, you giggled at the broken English at the end, before replying to him.

“Yes Hoonie, I’m all done, why what’s up?” You said, he took a minute to respond, obviously trying to understand what you were saying, but he just went ahead, and said his next sentence.

“I’m outside, your hotel!” He said, you immediately felt butterflies in your stomach, and you quickly threw on your slippers and robe, and you ran to meet Sunghoon outside. When you made it outside, you saw Sunghoon standing there, with a banquet of roses in his hands, and something else behind his back.

“Hey darling.” He said, smiling, as he walked up to you, and handed you the banquet of roses. You smiled happily, as you brought him in for a tight hug, thanking him for the beautiful red roses.

“I have something else Jagiya.” He said, pulling something out of his pocket. Your breath hitched, when you saw it was a necklace box, looking up at him wide eyed.

“What’s this Hoonie?” You said, your voice shaky, as you feel yourself about to cry. He smiled, before kissing your forehead softly.

He opened the box, and presented the shiny sliver Tiffany necklace to you, as he said the words you never thought he would say.

“Y/n, would you be my girlfriend?” He asked, his eyes full of love.

”Yes! Of course I’ll be girlfriend Sunghoon!” You yelled, tears streaming down your face, as you both, pulled each other in for a hug and a kiss.

“I wanna spend that rest of my life with you”

“I will never, leave your side Park Sunghoon”

And a new love story begins…

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝗇𝖽．

𝖠/n: Omg Omg Omg?! 😵‍💫I enjoyed writing this so much eeeeee they’re so cute!🥹I hope you guys enjoy this fic, and reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated.

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[ 📚 ] highschool sweethearts

# author's note ... idk guys i saw the pic and sobbed… this is very random so bear with me ! i love wishies sm :( this is for my vv hardworking zanzan @slytherinshua ilysm baby

# warnings ... swearing teehee also if something is weird logic-wise keep in mind that european schooling system is a lil diff than asian/american so thats that! i tried to keep it as neautral as possible tho!

┆彡 SION [ 시온 ]

i just wanna say that i love him bye

um right yes

hes soooo FUCKING CUTE

i feel like he’d keep track of every exam you have n all the hw you need to do

definitely helps you out w studying for them but also does the homework for you even if you tell him not to :(

he just wants to help his girl out okay :(

if you finish classes later than him he WILL wait and walk you home, no matter the time or distance

he likes languages so definitely helps you out with studying for language class

OR if you’re a natural learner then he loves practicing pronunciation n conversations with you

demands kisses in return though ~~

during breaks he’ll often read so if he’s in the classroom, you’ll just come and hold his hand n do your thing

or! if the break is longer and he’s outside, you’ll find him reading under a tree… so you just lay in his legs, back pressed to his chest… and you doze off to gain some energy for the next class

also!! will not take no as an answer if he’s offering his food bc you forgot your lunch or are still hungry <\3

┆彡 RIKU [ 前田 陸 ]

i feel like he wouldn’t be the nerdy type of student BUT he’s not failing lmaosnosjw

he’s very patient so he won’t hesitate to spend all night to help you understand some subjects

deffo runs up to you in the hallways, not caring if he steps on someone 😭

riku is very energetic so he’ll be your personal coffee cup in the morning, when you’re trying your best to stay awake during boring class

he’s a lil prankster tho so expect stolen pens or goofy doodles on your notes >:)

tho makes up for it by buying you baked goods in his fav bakery :”)

for sure loves bragging about you so he will hold your hand in the hallway or in the cafeteria 🥹

and if someone throws a comment abt how "gross" the pda is… he’s smothering your face in kisses hehe

(he just couldn’t care less 😌)

┆彡 YUSHI [ 得能勇志 ]

whenever your boyfriend is missing, you bet your ass he’ll be at the soccer field playing w his friends

so you often bring him snacks or water (or goodies if it’s cold!)

yushi tends to be shy so he’ll quickly peck your cheek as a thank you and run off to go back, face dusted w pink :”)

and it just makes him so happy whenever you stay to watch him play

he’s in the school soccer team too! so you support him during all of his games <3

sometimes during breaks he’ll just… be here… while you study or chat with your friends… so he lets you do whatever you want w him, whether it’s playing with his fingers or making small braids or ponytails on his hair 🥹

definitely leaves cute sticky notes in your locker:(

i feel like he wouldn’t be too big on pda BUT he’d give you his jersey so people know you’re his >_<

and also carries your backpack/bag for you at every given opportunity:(

like you’re leaving your class and his hands take the bag off your shoulders the wery second you step out <\3

┆彡 JAEHEE [ 재희 ]

he likes music and history so you guessed it, he is your history nerd boyfie<3

will do everything in his willpower to explain everything clearly to you but let’s be real,, the excitement in his eyes n voice makes it hard not to listen (so you naturally learn)

(and if you pay attention till the end he gives you kisses)

jaehee is a very good student, respected amongst his peers and teachers

but he wouldn’t mind bending the rules for you

for example sneaking out during breaks to buy you snacks from the nearest convenient store…

…or running a bit late to class because he walked you to your class…

…OR having to explain why he doesn’t have his books (because he knew you forgot yours at home so he lent you his)

and so on

he’s just an angel:(

but! he’s very tall so he’ll deffo tease you by putting some stuff atop of the lockers >:(

will only give it back on the condition of kisses~~

┆彡 RYO [ 廣瀬遼 ]

doodles on your notes but its adorable so you don’t mind <3

you two deffo hang out a lot w sakuya too hehe

(sometimes you get in trouble bc of that but shhh)

he says he can’t focus when he’s studying on his own so always bribes you to study w him

and welp… you get too distracted by him… and always end up watching a movie and cudddling

so you decided to always study at a library, no distractions, no talking!

and bc it works, the library became your spot 🥹

often holds your hand under the table and draws shapes on your skin:(

will giggle quietly and look around to make sure no one’s looking… and then peck your lips as a motivation ^—^

loves cute stuff and will deffo buy you matching pens or pencil cases (often sakuya is included too but are we surprised…?)

┆彡 SAKUYA [ 藤永咲哉 ]

will bring you fresh bread or homemade bread on your important exam days:(

sakuya loves giving gifts so he’ll always have a small gift for you, no matter the occasion (even if it’s just a snack from the vending machine)

gets so so so excited whenever he sees you, will literally stop talking to whoever he was talking to and run up to kiss your cheek the second his eyes spot you in the crowd

waits for you to finish your class!! he just can’t bare being away from you >:(

his curiosity gets him in trouble sometimes…

… for example when he excuses himself to go to the toilet… but ends up peeking into your class to see how you’re doing…

shares his earphone with you during breaks🥹

sometimes you sneak to the library with him just to have a moment alone

(you get kicked up because you giggle too loudly at the jokes he makes)

not to be dramatic but he has to hold your hand all the time or will die

masterlist <3

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@eternalgyu ,, @haecien ,, @slytherinshua

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

I love your foreigner gf headcanons for Toman. Can I request the same with Hanma, Ran, and Draken please?

Thank you so much!! And ofc! Have a nice day/night<333

Hanma:

He genuinely doesn't care if you're foreign or not, really doesn't care about someone's race and etc. He dislikes everyone equally^^ but not you--someone who kicked him in the balls on their first meeting.

I feel like that's when he kinda took interest in you? So he'd try to get close to you and find out that you're foreign. Well, since he was amused by you, he'd be nice.

You: Well then, how to say "stop smoking in front of me" in Japanese?

Hanma, currently smoking:....禁煙目の前で私.

You: 禁煙目の前で私<333

He ended up helping you with Japanese.

Hanma: あなたはとても背が低いです. (you're so short).

You: Huh?

Hanma: Nothing.

You: I know "短い" means short so if you're calling me short, then fuck you.

Well, he became your first friend in Japan so maybee he's not that bad, hm?

He'd randomly call you "豪華" and when you would question it, he'd just brush it off as you hallucinating. (Tr: gorgeous)

Ran:

Let's be honest, this man has learned many languages because he wants to be foreign celebrity. So he'd be happy to speak in other language than Japanese with someone because otherwise, he might forget what he has learned.

Coming to Japan to befriend a delinquent never ever crossed your mind, not even once, but here you are, in his house, chatting with him.

"That's not right." Ran said, taking pen from you and writing down the kanji right. You let out an audible oh and thanked him, copying what he wrote.

Meanwhile he was staring at you the whole time.

「 あなたはとても美しいです」 He said. You glanced at him, confused. You're sure you heard "You're" from him but you couldn't catch what he said next. (tr: You're beautiful)

"What was that?" You asked him.

"You're working hard, that's all." He smiled at you.

"Well, of course. I must learn Japanese."

What you two didn't know was that Rindou stood behind you two, his mouth hang open in shock hearing what Ran said. He definitely was going to tease his older brother about it.

Draken:

Unlike other Toman members, Draken wouldn't introduce you to his friends. Not until you came across them. Because all of his friends are delinquents and he doesn't want to take a risk and get you involved in any way. He doesn't want you to be pressured to meet new people either. Of course, he can introduce you to Hina or Emma if you ask him tho.

Please don't even mention teaching or learning to him, he hasn't done that in decades. But still, he'd help you out with Japanese.

He knows some people aren't very welcoming to foreigners and he doesn't want you to experience any hostility just because of your nationality.

While you're learning Japanese, he's learning your mother language so it'll be easier for him to teach you and chat with you in general.

It's so sweet of him! How he even asked you out to go with him on Tanabata and other festivals, explaining their meanings to you.

He wouldn't really take risk and confess to you in Japanese, thinking you wouldn't hear him. I think rather than that, when he's ready ofc, he'll confess to you in your mother language. Be it English, Italian, Spanish, French, Tagalog, Georgian, Arabic or whatever language, he'd learn it.

♡♡♡♡

I really hope you're satisfied!

[str4ngr]

was it worth it? [ sae itoshi ]

cw: not proofread, angst, foul language, break up, kinda sae focused, regret, desperate ex. notes: i might... key word might, make this a mini series bc i lowkey love this angst. pt. one, pt. three.

paparazzi was so damn annoying. his brows furrowed as more lights flickered across his face, clicking echoing through the night street like an open symphony as he rushed to his car, men in black forcing a path.

the cameras didn't stop even after the loud sound of the door shutting, the engine rolling as his driver took off to his apartment. within moments, the clicks faded into squabbling and shouting, before it became only the turn signal of the car. it was quiet again.

it was always quiet.

when you first left the apartment, the struggle against your sadness evident on your face, it was quiet. for the first time in a long time. there was only one set of shoes at the door. well, it's been like that for about a month now. he wondered if you've been tying your shoes. guilt tripped in his hear as he quickly shook his head, brushing away the softening memory.

when he stepped past the entry way, the quietness was piercing. he missed the noise of someone else in his kitchen, humming a song without a melody. he missed the buzz of the t.v., playing a show he wasn't particularly a fan of though you were.

sae's hands balled into fists at his sides, flat eyes glaring down at the navy couch in his living room. it was an l-shaped couch with plush, soft cushions and plenty of throw pillows. the seat in the corner was a bit less round, dipped and worn. it must've been a comfortable spot.

feeling as though he was acknowledging too much, sae's mind shut off, mechanically moving through his kitchen, dumping the pre-prepped dinner from his fridge into the pan. as heat sizzled through the thawing rice, his mind began to wander again.

"i don't need your luck."

he did. his stomach churned, and suddenly he wasn't hungry anymore, a strange lump in his throat, an unshakeable tremble in his hand, a burning in the waterline of his eyes. his jaw fell open, saliva pooling on his tongue, desperate to utter your name,

"i needed it. i needed your luck."

sae was speaking to no one and he knew it. his voice an echo in the hollow apartment, absent of you. the dip in the couch, too much space on the entry landing, no random recipes to welcome him home. regret swallowed him like a whale, unable to consume him, yet not pushing him far enough away to do anything but get swallowed up again.

a bitter scent filled the air, and sae scrambled to stir the fried rice around in the too-hot pan, huffing in irritation. he tried to play off his symptoms of sadness, though there was no reason anyone would struggle to diagnose him. his brows furrowed as he stared at the rice, mindlessly mixing the grain and finally lowering the heat.

his gaze flattened again, focused on what wasnt there. sae was curious, he hadnt used instagram in a long time. turning off the heat after learning from his previous mistake, his grabs his phone, pressing his finger to the lock and opening up the app he usually allowed his managers to-as their job entails-manage. the first thing he noticed was the absolutely abysmal amount of comments that arrived in the notification tab. he didnt bother opening it. instead, he opened his chats, and didnt find what he was looking for.

it made sae smile that you didnt message him, maybe you remembered how he always said he doesnt use his instagram. sae's expression falls at the next thought: maybe its because you hurt you too badly that night.

he searches through his following, heart sinking to see that he's no longer following you. stupid managers. "shit," he huffs, wanting to snap the brick of metal, instead angrily scrolling through his followers to find, "...still?"

sae scoffed, furious. angry for you, because why did you still follow him? why did you still look at all his posts? like all his posts? did- "what was that fucking doing for you?" sae walked away from what was supposed to be his dinner, huffing again as he sat on the couch. why couldn't you have unfollowed him? now, his finger trembled over your account, fighting with himself on whether he presses it or not.

air balls up into a lump in his throat. he remembered all the times you posted him, stupid little dates or when he won a game. he remembered the post for your first anniversary the most. you were so beautiful, so happy, your cheeks flushed with blood as the two of you sat in the restaurant that was also your first date. he remembered how he fought--and lost--when he tried not to be so boisterous that night, failing to resist your charm as the two of you laughed together on the couch, surrounded by each others warmth. cheesy. he smiled to himself at the word, trying not to acknowledge the way his eyes began to burn again, or how his lungs felt like they were sinking, or how hard it felt to breathe.

slamming his phone on the coffee table, sae keels over, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, palms digging into his eyes. it hurts. oh it fucking hurts. he feels his shoulders shake with each breath, his palms sweating, his eyes burning, his ears ringing, his pulse in his skull. he messed up. he messed up so much.

he needed your luck. he needed you.

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notes: pt.3?

[huellitaa]

⊹˚. ♡ true beauty

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 what being kind does to you

heightened self esteem

increase empathy and compassion

tend to be healthier in all areas

helps form new relationships

better mental health

decrease blood pressure and cortisol

increase serotonin, dopamine & oxytocin

contrary to popular belief kindness is not something that should be overlooked. we've been taught to be kind hundreds of times and yet some of us never actually do it.

one epiphany i've had recently is that humans are such bigoted creatures. we think we have the right to do whatever we like just because we're the dominant species on this earth. we are top of the biological hierarchy, so therefore we have the right to do whatever we like.

another thing i've found is that that fact often bleeds into people's attitudes. people are so fucking rude nowadays honestly. maybe it's the fact i live in england, maybe it's the fact people are so entitled in this day and age they think they can do whatever they like to everything and everyone with no repercussions, but kindness seems scarce nowadays.

how is food made? by the people who take their time to make it for you, be it your local supermarket or your loved ones slaving away in the kitchen all day.

how do we sleep? because we care enough about ourselves to make sure we get rest to be energised and refreshed the next day and for the days to come.

how do we have clothes on our back? because people care enough to weave pieces of fabric together just so we aren't walking around bare and naked every day.

you want to become more likeable? be sweet. be kind. don't sacrifice yourself for anybody, but take the time out of your day to do something for someone. it will make their day i promise, even if it doesn't then you've still made yourself happy 😭 ♡

🐰𓂃 ࣪˖ little kind things you can do

send a letter to someone

bake or make something for someone

compliment someone every day

have a clear out and donate to charity

smile at everyone and anyone

greet someone you might see often but don't really talk to

promote a friend's work

get someone to go on a spontaneous adventure with you!!!

hide a list of things you love about someone in their things if you're too shy to just give it to them

offer to take someone's photo if they're struggling like a couple or a family

do something sweet for your neighbours

learn how to say hello in multiple different languages

encourage and listen to someone even if you don't know them that well

talk to someone who looks lonely and chat with them, don't leave them out

make something random for someone who was nice to you for no reason

sit down and have a chat with someone struggling with homelessness

put a surprise note or cute drawing on someone's desk or workplace

we are so sweet at heart!!! everything we know is born from love!!! everyone is born good!!! it's only circumstances that make people stray from that.

please don't stop giving, please don't stop caring, please don't stop loving with your whole heart; hold the door open for someone, give someone something, smile at someone, pet an animal, do something just to bring joy and love into the world a little more. the world is filled with so many people who have strayed from the path of innocence and we need those people back.

to have a kind heart is to be beautiful. true beauty is not found in the skin, but in the mind. the more you give, the more you love, the more you learn, the more you smile, the more you enjoy, that is what makes the world beautiful, and that is what makes you beautiful <3

the most beautiful people are always the kindhearted ones who will live the most and make the most out of their lives. love is the only thing that holds this world together. please don't stop giving it, ever; it is the most beautiful thing this world has to offer

all my love 🫶💝

[fear-is-truth]

❛ THE 5 LOVE LANGUAGES ❜ - T. LANGDON

ⓘ love language : a person's characteristic means of expressing and experiencing love

꣑ৎ ‎ :‎ masterlist﹒request / chat w me ! ﹒꒱ note. i love him

words of affirmation ➛ ˗ˏˋ tate relies on verbal reassurance more than anything else. this need to be told he’s loved or wanted traces directly back to his mother—constance offered praise in fragments, conditional and inconsistent, delivered only when he performed well enough to deserve it. tate learned early on that affection had to be earned, and over time, that became the framework. now, your perception of him becomes the baseline for who he believes he is. verbal affirmation functions as some sort of moral buffer—if you still want him, then maybe he’s not beyond saving. ˊˎ-

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acts of service ➛ ˗ˏˋ tate will do anything for you, and that’s not always a good thing. he doesn’t just take your side like any supportive boyfriend does, he eliminates the opposition—if you so much as complain about someone, he’s already planning what to do to them come halloween. “i did it for you.” and he’ll wait, eyes wide and almost innocent, for your approval. in his book, love means devotion without limit. when tate does something awful in your name, he doesn’t expect you to be upset; he expects gratitude. maybe even a kiss. you don’t get to be mad. not without hurting his feelings. because in his twisted logic, you asked for this. you trusted him with your anger, and he handled it the only way he knows how.

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quality time ➛ ˗ˏˋ this one’s especially intense. tate has nothing but time—literally—and he wants to spend most of it with you. not necessarily doing anything, simply existing in the same room is enough. when you tell him need space, he interprets it as rejection.

jealousy is instant. tate doesn’t trust your friends. in fact, he fucking hates when you spend time with anyone who isn’t him, and he doesn’t always lash out. sometimes it’s this withering silence, bottomless, brown eyes slowly blinking, saying “you forgot about me” without words. that insecurity mutates into guilt-tripping & manipulation. “it’s just better when you’re here,” or “you’re the only light i’ve ever known.” he’s super possessive of your time because it’s the only currency he has left. ˊˎ-

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physical touch ➛ ˗ˏˋ tate has little concept of personal space. he’s constantly seeking some form of contact, and that need tends to override any awareness of your boundaries. this behaviour oscillates between harmless gestures such as holding your hand, sitting beside you on the stairs, resting his head in your lap, to slightly more calculated acts of intimacy: sometimes during arguments, he’ll kiss you mid-sentence, press his forehead to yours when you’re trying to think. when he spoons you, he presses so close like he’s trying to merge himself into you. other nights, he asks you—softly, almost embarrassed—to hold him instead. he likes when you wrap your arms around his stomach, tuck your face against the back of his neck. it makes him feel small in a way he doesn’t hate. safe, even.ˊˎ-

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receiving gifts ➛ ˗ˏˋ not particularly high on his list—but only because there’s not much tate can offer in the traditional sense. he can’t exactly browse for things when he’s tied to the house. but what he can give, he gives entirely. goes without saying that he he keeps every little thing you’ve ever gifted him. he gives what he can in return. stuff he’s made—love notes, sketches, burned CDs, a rose painted black, or knickknacks from his childhood. ˊˎ-

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