#ꪆৎ casually thinking about...

[theosbaby]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ casually thinking about...

stepbro!draco fucking you with your parents in the next room

NSFW content ahead, +18

the filthy sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the bathroom as draco pounds your tight little hole from behind, his tall frame pinning you against the sink while he watches you intently through the mirror, your pretty bambi eyes looking right back at him.

"shh, love," he coos, fingers gripping your hair tighter as he yanks your head back, lips pressing against your pulse point. "you gotta be quiet f'me, yeah?"

your parents are home at this moment, sitting in the living room within a few feet, so the chances of getting caught are high, and draco can't risk it. if his father finds him fucking you —his wife's innocent and polite daughter, he'll definitely kill him. that fact hasn't stopped either of you though, the thrill of getting caught just making the two of you hornier, his cock throbbing inside your warm cunt as you coat him in your arousal.

you can barely hold back your pretty moans as you feel the delicious drag of his fat cockhead across your inner walls, his dick hitting all the right spots inside you so easily.

"i— i can't..." you stutter between little whimpers, cheeks flushed while you arch your back, hips moving backwards to meet his thrusts.

a slow smirk spreads across draco's face at your response, fingers trailing from your hair down to your neck, roughly pressing his palm against the front of your throat as he slams forcefully against you.

"you can't, huh?" he'd taunt, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you still. "can't stay fucking quiet?"

a loud, strangled moan leaves your throat despite your efforts not to make a sound, your pussy tingling too nicely for you to be able to hold them back. you shake your head in response, lips parting as your gasp for air.

"feels too good," you whimper, eyes rolling back.

your noises would force him to reach out and cover your mouth, his palm muffling every pretty sound you make while he keeps thrusting in and out of your quivering cunt. you can feel yourself clenching tighter around him as you near the edge, the coil in your belly tightening.

"honey, is everything okay?" your mother's voice asks from the other side of the door suddenly, while she knocks softly. you both freeze for a second, but then draco starts pounding into you again. "you've been there for a while."

your brows knit together in a frown, pretty face scrunched in pleasure as you reach up to tug his hand away from your mouth, pulling it downwards to encourage him to rub your little clit. you have to be quick.

"yes, mum, i'll be right out," you answer, and your voice is clearly breathy and agitated.

you pray that your mother doesn't notice.

more.

[bywons]

PULLING THEM BY THEIR TIE ✴️ ENHYPEN

─────𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆

【 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑 】 ｡ enhypen & 𝖿!𝗋 2O62w 𖥔 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ━━━━ 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾? 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒 ❛ 愛 ❜

する ܃ i need them so BAD bro TT also finals starting soon omg, ya girl is suffering :<

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LEE HEESEUNG

“i don’t care what you say, but i’m winning employee of the month,” heeseung's chest blooms with confidence as he sips his cold coffee, a coy grin on his face as he looks at you.

you scoff, unimpressed, arms crossing as you tilt your head. heeseung discards the cold, empty coffee up, taking a few long strides until he stands a few inches away from you. hands dug deep in his pockets, he leans in just enough to look at your face, all while keeping his infamous and infuriating smirk plastered on his face.

“you don't seem quite convinced?” he whispers, his head tilts, studying the way your arms remain crossed, the way your weight shifts just slightly under his stare, “you always doubt me, it’s cute.”

“how do you plan on being employee of the month, when i help you with everything?” you scoff, a slight shift in your weight as you see lee heeseung gaining even more confidence.

“why, are you jealous?” heeseung blows your last straw away as his voice drops down to a lower pitch, leaning in even more closer.

but your patience snaps, instead of pushing him away, you swiftly grab the neck of his tie and pull him in, rubbing the smirk out of his face. heeseung gasps, stumbling forward, his hand instinctively pulls out his pocket to rest beside your head on the wall. his breathe fans over yours, his starstruck and floored eyes scanning yours.

“you really think you’re untouchable?” you murmur, your cheeks heating up due to the close proximity.

“not at all,” heeseung sings. you gasp as you feel his hand getting close to your face, brushing a strand of your hair behind the ear, his face dangerously close, “not when you do this, which i love.”

PARK JONGSEONG

the bass from the party downstairs thuds against the walls, but the guestroom is quieter—just the distant hum of music and the sound of your own irritated huff as you cross your arms, glaring at jay.

“she was all over you,” you grumble, pacing in front of him.

jay, leaning casually against the door, watches you with amused eyes. his tie is already loosened, the top button of his shirt undone, making him look effortlessly perfect despite the chaos outside. “you’re being dramatic,” he says, a teasing lilt in his voice.

you stop in your tracks, narrowing your eyes. “oh, i’m dramatic? she was practically dragging you away!”

jay sighs, pushing off the door to close the space between you. his hands find your waist, thumbs brushing over the fabric of your dress. “and yet, here i am. with you.” his voice is softer now, soothing, but it only fuels the fire in your chest.

“you didn’t even stop her.”

a smirk tugs at his lips. “because i was waiting to see how long it’d take for you to do something about it.”

your breath catches, frustration and something dangerously warm curling inside you. before he can react, you grab his tie and yank him forward. his smirk falters just as your lips crash onto his.

he exhales sharply against your mouth before he kisses you back—slow and deep, like he’s savoring every second. his hands tighten around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

when you finally break apart, his forehead rests against yours, a lazy grin playing on his lips. “i should make you jealous more often,” he murmurs.

you tug his tie again, making him stumble. “try it, and see what happens.”

SIM JAEYUN

“but what if i don't want to leave?” jaeyun whines, lazily gathering his blazer over his shoulder, cheeks still warm from kissing you.

you push him away from the edge of the bed, standing up along with him to guide him towards the hallroom of your cozy, rented apartment.

“i dont want to be evicted,” you sigh, checking the time on the wall clock, “if my landlord knows i have a guy visiting me—”

jaeyun is swift to turn around, almost hitting you in the process. his jaw hangs low with a look of surprise in his eyes. “just a guy visiting you?” he says, “and not the love of your life?” his words almost makes you giggle, as his hand flies across his chest to mock injury.

you roll your eyes, diverting your gaze from jaeyun only to lay them upon the bright red roses he got you this morning.

it has just been a few months since you met the charming sim jaeyun, and although you guys kiss almost everyday, nothing is official between the two of you. yet you always find yourself running back to his smiles and dainty gifts in the morning, you’d like to think sim jaeyun is yours already. and in his heart, you are already his, for ages now.

“get out now,” you say in a hurry, pulling jaeyun towards the open door, “don’t you have a meeting to attend to?”

as soon as jaeyun is out of your apartment, he turns around and rests his hands on either side of the door, adamant to stay. “please, i—”

before he could finish you grab and pull the neck of his tie and collar towards yourself, pressing your lips in a hurry against his, yet it speaks loud for love. you didn't even realise when, but jaeyuns hands travel to your waist and chin, pulling you closer.

pulling away, you think he's going to say it, to make it official. but that's when an agitating voice floats in.

“miss y/n?” says your landlord, her door wide open, with shock.

PARK SUNGHOON

the office is empty, the faint hum of the air conditioning, the only sound filling the space. outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glows, but inside, it’s just you and sunghoon—stuck working overtime because of a last-minute project.

you sigh, rubbing your temples as you glance at the clock. way past your usual clock-out time. across the desk, sunghoon leans back in his chair, arms crossed, watching you with that ever-present smirk.

“you look stressed,” he comments, tilting his head. “need a break?”

you shoot him a glare. “i wouldn’t be stressed if someone actually helped instead of sitting there looking pretty.”

he chuckles, standing up and stretching before walking around the desk to your side. he leans down slightly, peering over your shoulder at the laptop screen.

“hmm,” he hums, entirely too close now. “seems like you’ve got it handled. but if you really need my help…”

his voice is low, teasing, and you don’t miss the way his breath fans against your ear. your patience snaps.

without thinking, you grab his tie and yank him closer, forcing him to brace himself against the desk. his smirk falters, eyes widening slightly as he takes in the sudden shift in proximity.

“you talk too much,” you mutter, still gripping his tie tightly.

he exhales a quiet laugh, his hands resting on the desk beside you, effectively caging you in. “so aggressive,” he muses, voice barely above a whisper. “but you know… if you wanted me closer, you could’ve just asked.”

his lips curve up in amusement, but there’s something darker in his gaze now, something intrigued.

you let go of his tie abruptly, turning back to your screen. “go file those reports before i really lose my patience.”

sunghoon chuckles, adjusting his tie with a slow smirk. “yes, boss,” he murmurs, but the way his eyes linger on you says he’s definitely not letting this go.

KIM SUNOO

the golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over the bustling venue, the sound of laughter and chatter blending into a soft hum. you can feel sunoo’s gaze on you, his eyes flickering with amusement as he stands beside you, leaning casually against the railing. his lips are curved into a teasing smile, and you can tell he’s up to something.

you’ve had enough of his playful remarks, the way he always brushes your compliments aside, the way he looks at you like a challenge.

without warning, you grab his tie and pull him toward you. sunoo stumbles slightly, eyes widening as his breath catches in his throat. for a moment, the world feels quieter, as if everything around you has slowed.

“what are you doing?” he asks, his voice a little breathless, the teasing edge gone.

you don’t answer. instead, you tilt your head, holding him in place, your fingers tightening around his tie. the space between you is close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. his chest rises and falls with each shallow breath, his hands hovering near your waist, as if unsure whether to touch you or pull away.

you lean in slightly, the distance between you closing just enough for your breath to mingle, before you let go of his tie and step back.

sunoo stands there, slightly dazed, his fingers fumbling at his tie. his usual confidence seems to have evaporated, replaced by something softer, something hesitant.

“you... you think you’ve won?” he says, his voice quieter than usual.

you smirk, turning to walk away. “checkmate.”

YANG JUNGWON

the hallway is dimly lit, the distant thump of music vibrating through the walls. jungwon stands in front of you, arms crossed, his jaw tight.

“so that’s it?” he murmurs. “you’re really taking his side?”

you scoff, arms tightening around your chest. “it’s not about sides, jungwon. you’re just wrong.”

he tilts his head, stepping closer. “i am never wrong.”

something in you snaps. without thinking, you grab his tie and yank him forward.

his hands instinctively land on your waist, steadying himself as your noses nearly brush. his breath comes sharp, uneven. his lips part slightly, gaze darkening as he takes you in.

the tension is suffocating. neither of you move. neither of you speak.

then, his voice drops, teasing but soft. “you just wanted an excuse to pull me in, huh?”

your fingers tighten around his tie. “shut up, won.”

before he can retort, you close the distance. his breath hitches against your lips, surprise melting into something warmer, something deeper. his hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you even closer as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

it’s slow at first—uncertain—but then he sighs against your mouth, and suddenly, it’s everything. heat curls up your spine as his fingers slide up your back, holding you in place like he doesn’t want to let go.

when you finally pull back, your chest is heaving, your grip on his tie still firm. his forehead rests against yours, a dazed smile tugging at his lips.

“told you,” he whispers.

you shove him away, flustered. but his laughter follows you, light and teasing.

NISHIMURA RIKI

riki has been an absolute menace all night—flicking your hair, poking at your sides, teasing you every chance he gets. you’ve been patient, but the continuous jabs have started to get under your skin.

when he flicks your forehead yet again, you snap.

without thinking, you grab his tie and yank him toward you. he stumbles forward, eyes widening as his breath catches in his throat. his hands land against the wall beside your head to steady himself, trapping you in place.

“what the hell was that for?” he demands, his usual smirk gone.

you don’t answer. you’re too close now, his presence overwhelming as he stands inches away from you. his lips are slightly parted, his eyes flicking down to your mouth, then back to your eyes. his body is tense, his breath shaky.

“are you... scared?” you murmur, your fingers tightening around his tie.

riki’s eyes narrow, but there’s no fire behind them—just the realization that this is no longer a game.

“i’m not scared,” he says, but his voice is quieter than usual. his fingers twitch, unsure whether to move or stay still.

you close the distance between you just enough for your lips to almost touch, watching his reaction. his breath hitches, and before he can say another word, you release him, stepping back.

riki stands there, blinking rapidly, his hand instinctively going to fix his tie. his cheeks are slightly flushed, and his usual cocky demeanor has completely evaporated.

“you just wanted an excuse to get close, huh?” he mutters, his voice uncharacteristically low.

you smirk. “maybe.”

riki’s jaw tightens, but his eyes linger on you, something unspoken passing between the two of you.

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[amoressb]

───── STRAWBERRY KISSES 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ how even the simplest things like a bowl of strawberries can hold the sweetest memories ｡｡ idolbf!riki x reader .

FLUFF & wc. 1000 + ; kissing, skinship ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

riki sat at the end of the table, lazily twirling a bright red strawberry between his fingers. the rest of enhypen was gathered around him, their usual chaotic energy filling the room as the livestream continued. comments flooded the chat, hearts fluttering across the screen like confetti as fans eagerly interacted with their favorite idols.

the group had been live for almost an hour, answering questions, playing games, and teasing each other as they always did. but lately, the fans had noticed something peculiar…riki seemed distracted. he wasn’t as hyper as usual, his usual playful antics subdued as he occasionally glanced down at the bowl of strawberries sitting in front of him.

“riki, you good?” jungwon asked, nudging him with his elbow. “you’ve been staring at that strawberry for like five minutes.”

riki blinked, realizing he’d been spacing out. he let out a soft chuckle, adjusting his posture. “yeah, i’m fine,” he mumbled, rolling the strawberry between his fingers again.

the fans, sharp as ever, picked up on it immediately. the comments exploded :

“why does ni-ki look so lovestruck?”

“he’s thinking about something…or someone.”

“wait, does this have to do with strawberries???”

jay, ever the instigator, leaned in with a smirk. “let me guess, someone special likes strawberries?” rikis lips twitched, betraying a smile before he could stop it. the rest of the members erupted into knowing laughter.

“oh, he’s done for,” heeseung laughed, pointing at him. “riki, man, you’re too obvious.” riki shook his head but didn’t deny it. instead, he finally lifted the strawberry to his lips, taking a slow bite as the chat exploded with emojis and frantic guesses.

sunghoon, raising an eyebrow, decided to push further. “so, are you saying you only eat strawberries now because of her?” the room quieted for a second, then riki, still chewing, shrugged and casually said, “maybe.” the members lost it.

“CONFIRMED!” jake shouted, pointing at the camera. “he’s whipped!”

“riki, this is a public livestream!” jungwon stifled a laugh, burying his face in his hands. “think of your image!”

riki only laughed, feeling warmth creep up his neck. he wasn’t usually this open about your relationship, but something about today made him feel bold. maybe it was because he missed you.

the chat continued to spiral into chaos :

“is he talking about his girlfriend??”

“ni-ki is literally in love and we are witnessing it live.”

“THE WAY HE’S SMILING SOMEONE HELP.”

sunoo, ever the curious one, decided to dig even deeper. “so, how did this strawberry obsession start, huh?” riki glanced down at the half eaten strawberry in his hand, thinking back to the moment everything changed.

“it’s because of her,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, more sincere. “she loves strawberries. always eats them, always tries to make me eat them. at first, i didn’t really care, but…” he trailed off, his lips curving into the kind of smile that made his members groan in secondhand embarrassment.

“but what?” jay prodded. riki looked straight into the camera, his dark eyes gleaming. “but she said they taste better when they’re shared.”

the members erupted in dramatic shrieks, some clutching their chests like they’d been physically wounded. “ENOUGH.” jake dramatically stood up, pointing at riki. “take him off the livestream. he’s too far gone.”

heeseung pretended to wipe away tears. “our riki…he’s in love.”

“gross,” sunghoon muttered, but he was grinning.

riki just shook his head, amused by their antics. then, as if on cue, his phone vibrated beside him. he glanced down and sure enough, there was a message from you.

“caught you talking about me, didn’t i? i’ll bring strawberries later, be ready.”

his heart did that stupid fluttering thing again. trying to act casual, he set his phone down and returned his attention to the camera. but anyone paying close attention, especially you, would notice the faint pink dusting his cheeks.

“i’ll be waiting,” he murmured before popping another strawberry into his mouth. the chat went absolutely wild.

———————

the dorm was quieter now. after ending the livestream, the members had all gone their separate ways. some showering, some playing games, some already asleep.

riki, however, was waiting. finally, there was a knock at the door. he didn’t even hesitate before opening it and there you stood, a small bag in one hand and a mischievous smile on your lips. “delivery for mr.strawberry lover.”

riki scoffed, but his grin was impossible to hide. “you saw the livestream, didn’t you?”

“oh, i did.” you held up the bag, rustling it lightly. “and as promised, i brought strawberries.”

he stepped aside to let you in, watching as you plopped down onto his bed, pulling out the container of fresh strawberries. you grabbed one, holding it up to his lips. “since they taste better when shared, right?”

rikis lips twitched as he leaned forward, taking a slow bite. the sweetness bursted on his tongue, but all he could focus on was the way you were looking at him.

“you’re really making me soft,” he mumbled, swallowing. you grinned, “i know.” rolling his eyes, he grabbed a strawberry and held it up to your lips in return. you took a bite, chewing happily as riki watched you with an amused smile.

then, out of nowhere, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. you blinked. “what was that for?” riki shrugged, biting into another strawberry. “you had juice on your face.”

“uh huh,” you said, unconvinced. but before you could tease him, he kissed your other cheek, then your nose, then your forehead.

“riki,” you giggled, lightly pushing his chest. “what are you doing?”

he only grinned, swallowing the last bit of strawberry before his eyes darkened playfully. “making sure you know that strawberries taste better like this.” and then, before you could react, he kissed you on the lips.

it was soft at first, sweet, just like the fruit still lingering on his tongue. but then, as your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, he deepened the kiss slightly, letting himself savor the moment.

when he pulled back, you were smiling. “okay, i’ll admit. that might be the best way to eat strawberries.” riki chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. “told you.”

and with that, he popped another strawberry into his mouth. this time, not because of the fruit itself, but because it reminded him of you.

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[angelbby555]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ Jake's girl

Summary: Bradley "accidentally" slept with Jake's girlfriend and feels zero sympathy for it.

Word count: 2k

⋆. ୨୧˚⋆

Bradley was not a cheater. He was a faithful man, and always been loyal to his partners. Cheaters truly made himself sick to his stomach. Never was he able to comprehend why somebody would lead their partner on when they wanted to explore other options.

Except when it came to Jake's girlfriend, that was a whole other ball park. It's not like he was throwing himself at you the moment he laid eyes on you. There were no intentions on his end for you to cheat on Jake or was deliberately trying to demolish your relationship with him either. But Bradley was attracted to you the instant he noticed you under Jake's arm.

Fuck you were gorgeous. You were one of those types of girls that had Bradley wondering if you were even real. A face that could not be forgotten and easily found in a crowd. An angelic beauty that had him nervous to be around.

You got along with everybody. Laid back, spoke nicely to everybody, never raised your voice and looked too cool for your own good. He wondered what a guy like Jake Seresin did to deserve a girl like you.

Jake introduced you to the group everyone offering polite smiles, and a few compliments. Due to Jake rivalry with Bradley he was the last to be introduced. Your eyes swept over the daggers before it feel onto him. Bradley noticed your eyebrows quirk up a bit, like you were surprised to him.

"I hope, I don't look as awful Hangman had described me to be." Bradley chuckled extending his hand forward for you to shake. Bradley had expertly read your expression, making you smile as your hand touched his.

"No nothing but flowers and butterflies about you." Your tone dripped in sarcasm making Bradley grin like an idiot.

You weren't slick. Bradley had caught you staring at him multiple times that night at the bar. Each time you looked away putting your attention on something else. Bradley was not delusional he could see it all over your face you wanted him, like he wanted you.

You were hungry for him, and he was thirsty for you.

A week goes by after Bradley had his first encounter with you. You were still stuck in his mind like honey. No matter what he couldn't shake the way you had gazed at him when you thought he wasn't looking.

Jake had called him once he had got out of work on a Friday afternoon.

"Listen, I got to ask for a huge favor from you." Jake said with a sigh like he didn't want to have to utter these words out loud. "My girlfriend got a flat tire and is pulled up on the side of the road 5 minutes away from base."

Bradley tried not to scoff. Out of everybody Jake knew, why would he trust Bradley to do something like this for him? Did he seriously not think of the possibility that Bradley could snatching his girl up if he wasn't looking. Which he certainly wasn't watching, since he was deployed in Wisconsin for the new mission.

"Can't you get somebody else to help her?" Bradley held phone to his ear as he walked towards his bronco. He was looking out for Jake, because you were staring at Bradley like he a a forbidden fruit at the Hard Deck.

"Please you're the last person I thought of. Everybody else can't and Nat won't pick up her phone." Brad wondered if he was the last option due to Jake's dislike towards him, or because he knew that his girlfriend had wandering eyes. "You know I never ask you for anything. I'll owe you if you do this one thing for me."

Bradley raised his brows while pining his phone against his ear and shoulder while he dug his keys out of his pocket. Jake must really have it bad for you, to be in another state trying to rescue his girlfriend from car trouble.

"Alright." Bradley agreed unlocking his car.

⊹☆~⟡⋆

The passenger side door was wide open, as you casually sat on the seat swinging your legs. It seemed and though Jake was more worried about you then you were of yourself. You didn't seem stress as music played out of your white convertible Volkswagen.

"Do you wanna learn how to do this? Just in case it happens to you again?" Bradley asked once he had gotten the jack placed under the car. You looked at him like he had asked such an obscure question. He was sure you hadn't thrown out your own trash once in your life.

"Why would I need to learn when a kind guy like yourself, can do it for me?" Your smart ass reply made you smile. Either Jake kept you a well kept princess or you were just born spoil from the get go.

"Because one day a kind guy like myself won't be there, and you'll be alone in the real world." Bradley spoke slow so you could understand. Every word coming out in a condescending manner.

You got up from the car seat and popped your hip out and placed a hand on your waist. Bradley felt this pang of longing from your sassy stance. He bet you wanted to have the last word of each conversation. Bradley bet Jake let you have the last laugh each time.

"I guess your right Bradley. Teach me then." A tight lips smile pulled at your lips. You had Jake wrapped around your fingers, and could have him do anything for you. Meanwhile Bradley was sure he could boss you around and you would politely agree since you didn't know him too well.

Bradley was walking you through this whole how to process. Giving you in depth instructions on how replace a flat tire. You were nodding along to what he was saying while he did all the work. Bradley was starting to sweat and mid tire change had tied his flight suit sleeves around his waist. The sun was hitting his back and he felt like he was getting cooked alive.

"And then with the lug wrench you're gonna wanna tighten the lug nuts in a star formation and make sure the tire-" Bradley caught you staring at his bicep instead of the tire tutorial at hand. "What are you looking at?" Bradley boldly asked snapping you back to the present.

Both of you knew damn well you were staring at his muscle while he worked on your car. A sheepish smile took over your beautiful face, making Bradley smile a little himself.

"Uh just the way you tighten those... uh bolts in a star pattern." You nodded stupidly not remembering a word he had spoken. His mouth was moving but you didn't understand anything except for how perfectly sculpted his hands were for this. Bradley was trying hard not to smile. Jake girlfriend, Jake's girlfriend, Jake's girlfriend.

"Uh huh." He mocked. Bradley passed you the lug wrench. "Now you try." It looked like the tool was heavy for you, watching your hand drop down a bit when he thrusted it into your hand.

You furrowed your brows looking at the tool like you were waiting for it to start doing the work for you. Both your hands examined the cross wrench before you placed the socket end to tighten the other lug nut. You bite your bottom lip, struggling to tighten the lug nut. He let you struggle for a bit till he gave you some advice.

"It's clockwise." You still didn't listen still attempting to twist the cross wrench in the wrong direction. Your manicured hands definitely were just for display, instead of working. Bradley grabbed your wrist, your skin soft and delicate under his hand, stopping you from your fight with the lug wrench. "Honey it's the other way. Your twisting left, your supposed to be twisting right."

"Ohhhh!" The lovely sound of realization was like music to Bradley ears.

"Ohhhh." Bradley mocked with a grin.

You started tightening the lug nuts clockwise and were able to do it just fine. "Why didn't you tell me I was doing it wrong before!?" You shrieked excitedly.

"Wanted to see a princess struggle a bit." Bradley shrugged. He didn't mind the heat to much now, since he was kneeling on the pavements inches away from you. If he really wanted to he could give you a fat good job kiss. But of course he wouldn't.

"Maybe you should give me your number just in case this happens to me again." You nonchalantly stated while going to tighten another lug nut. Were you flirting with him? No way we're you trying to make a move on him when you were dating his colleague.

"I don't think you need it now since you learned how to change a tire."

"I suppose your right, but maybe I start twisting the lug nut counterclockwise instead of clockwise. I need somebody to tell me the difference." Your eyes meet his. There it was. That same playful innocent look that had Bradley thinking he should take you home.

"Alright." Bradley stupidly agreed taking his phone out his pocket.

⊹☆~⟡⋆

It was Bradley's biggest fear. To be deployed and have his girlfriend cheat on him, or find a different guy while he wad gone. Now here was leaving your house being the guy he feared.

He kept telling himself it wasn't his fault. It was his daily mantra ever since he started visiting you when you called him late at night. It wasn't his fault that Jake girl had a thing for him. It wasn't his fault that you called him each night wanting somebody in your bed. Matter of fact Jake should be thanking him for keeping his side of the bed warm. He would shake that thought out his head each time it popped up, but it always left him feeling amused.

It's not like Bradley was planning on taking his girl, she stumbled right to him. Plus Jake wasn't here he didn't have to know about this little affair. Bradley was sure if he was Jake and some other guy was hanging around his girlfriend he would have killed him. But good thing Jake wasn't gonna find out.

"You can't be calling me after this." Bradley grunted as he put his jeans back on. You sat up your elbows, you hair a wonderful mess after all the pulling he did with it.

"Don't worry I wasn't playing on it." You muttered, watching him with that lustful gaze that made him want to go another round with you. Your words did kinda rub salt in his wounds. The moment Jake was back you would completely forget about him, and carry on with your life. It hurt but, Bradley was just gonna have to move on too since he would have to face Jake every day on base.

"Not even if you get another flat tire?" Bradley asked his voice sounding a bit to hopefully for his liking. He grabbed your red panties off the floor and flung them in your direction landing right on your cover chest. You let out an adorable giggle, that was probably his new favorite sound.

"I'll see if we can accommodate anything for you Mr mechanic." You gave him a sly wink while he put his white shirt back on. Bradley would probably still see you around but this certainly did feel like a break up. He went around the bed, placing his palms on the mattress leaning down and kissing you one last time.

"Bye baby." He said over your lips.

"Bye bye." You repeated throwing your arms over his neck.

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The next Friday. He saw you at the Hard deck while everybody was celebrating Jake was back home. To Bradley it seemed like a funeral since the best sex of his life was gone. He was pretty sure the celebration was in your bedroom when Jake wasn't here.

"Hey, it's nice seeing back." Bradley pulled Jake in a bro hug knowing that he didn't mean a word of that, and slept with his girlfriend.

"Hey I appreciate you helping my girlfriend with the flat tire." Jake said into Bradley ear making sure nobody heard him since he wasn't Bradley biggest fan.

"My pleasure." And trust me Jake it certainly was.

Bradley was avoiding you at all costs. The only time he had spoken to you was when he was forced to greet you in front of Jake and Bradley had almost slipped out a baby with your boyfriend standing right next to you.

You were really good at this. Because you didn't spare Bradley a glance cling on to Jake's arm as If you weren't crying out daddy to him a few nights ago. It's like Jake was the only guy to exist to you. Your wandering eyes had been trained and now Bradley was a complete ghost.

He was the one looking now. The one staring at you like he wanted to rip your clothes off. Calculating in his head the possibilities of slashing your tires so you had an excuse to call him up. Bradley didn't think he was that obvious with his glances but of course Natasha noticed.

"Why are you looking at her like that?" His best friend's voice was knowing. Like right on his forehead he had I slept with Jake's girlfriend written there.

"What? No, nothing." Bradley put his hands out in defense. Natasha crossed her arms and raised her brows. A knowing smile spread on her face. He could never lie to his best friend when she looked at him so expectedly.

"Okay I slept with her." Bradley quickly admitted making Phoenix dramatically gasped for air. "Shut up!" He grunted through his teeth not needing anybody else to know.

The truth wasn't eating him alive, he could care less that he slept with Jake's girlfriend. It was the want that was killing him mixed with the fact she didn't even spare him a second glance.

You were a splendid actor, because the next day you were over at Bradley apartment. Turns out he did exist since you drove all the way to Coronado at night. Bradley wonders if Jake was asleep right now in your shared bed. That maybe you lied telling him, that you were at a friend's house when you came over to his house instead.

"Hey." You nervously swallowed. It hadn't even been a week, and now you were already desperate for him again. "Need a mechanic." You awkwardly said looking like a kid who reached into the cookie jar.

"Right at your service." Bradley didn't spare Jake a second thought pulling you closer to him.

Testing toxic Bradley out, and I love it. Check out She's a little runaway if you want more a silly Jake and Bradley story.

[silverstcness]

HATE TO BE LAME

ꪆৎ summary: you and charles were meant to be casual, that's all it was and that's all it ever will be. and god, you really hate to be lame, but you might love him.

pairings: charles leclerc x f!reader

warnings: none! (i don't think)

edie's notes: based on the song 'hate to be lame' by lizzy mcalpine!! i sort of had this idea and wanted to write it down in a way

you were curled up on the sofa. your apartment quiet, besides the soft patter of rain against the window. a soft, cream blanket thrown haphazardly over your legs. one of his hoodies that you'd stolen weeks ago drowning you.

you sat in silence, staring at the same spot on the wall that your eyes had fixated on ten minutes ago.

you tried not to think about, god, you really did. but the only things running through your mind were questions that you couldn't answer. no matter just how badly you wanted to.

are you getting too attached?

where is he right now?

what's he doing?

who's he with?

do you love him?

they were stupid things to worry about. stupid things to spiral over.

but you couldn't help it, not when he had you feeling like this. the flutter in your stomach when he was brought up in conversation with your friends. the smile that only he brought out of you with his terribly unfunny jokes. the way his hands delicately mapped your body like your skin was a sacred, ancient text.

it was meant to be casual. no strings attached. just two friends who occasionally hooked up, or went on stupid little dinner dates, or accompanied each other to little events.

you were never meant to fall in love - if that's even what it was.

you'd been mulling over the topic for days, wallowing in your own self pity as you found yourself thinking of the worst. what if you tell him? what then? he rejects you and then it becomes so painfully and unbelievably awkward to the point where you grow distant and never see each other again?

no. you couldn't risk losing him... or your dignity.

because if there's one thing about you, you hate to be lame.

and so, you come to the conclusion that it would be best if you just bit your tongue. ignored whatever it was that bubbled in your stomach whenever he spoke. and got on with it. carefree and happy.

which is easier said than done.

[sachirobabe]

I saw your post about having writer's block for a Kuroo fic! >.< He's been on my mind SOOO much lately 😩😖 I'm so glad you asked! 👀

Honestly, CAN'T get roommateKuroo! outta my head!!! Would love to see some roommate to friends to lovers type material 🥺🥹🫣

Either that, or some boyfie headcanons? 🥺

(I'm a fem reader btw! And I love your content! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🤧🤍)

ty sm for requesting! this is exactly what i needed, i actually saw this yesterday but i let it sit in my head for a little to get some ideas, i hope you enjoy🫶🏽🫶🏽

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-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who offered you the extra room at his apartment because you complained about your roommate once, but when you try declining he does everything he can to persuade you to live with him (platonically of course—not)

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who takes it upon himself to do all the heavy lifting when moving your things to his place, showing off his strong arms from his days in volleyball and he celebrates internally whenever he catches you quickly glancing at him

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who is extra considerate and goes out of his way to do things for you, but he’ll pretend that it’s an inconvenience for him to tease you and see your reactions, he loves seeing you frantically apologize and tell him you didn’t even ask him to get you your favorite snack after work—he’ll continue to do it to see you smile

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who finds any excuse in the world to casually touch you, he’s a sucker for physical touch and he makes it a routine to watch a movie or a show with you every night so he can be close to you

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who shares his interests with you and shows genuine curiosity about yours, he’ll indulge in whatever activity you’re doing and tries his hardest to get you to compliment how he does

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who is still in college and frequently takes you to the library or a quiet café to do homework and help you study, he’ll cutely hold up your color coded flash cards and smiles widely when you get a question right

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who made it a routine to go grocery shopping with you every week instead of just asking you for your list (he likes it when people confuse the two of you as a couple, makes him very happy)

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who likes to cook meals together, which always ends with the two of you covered in ingredients because he likes to mess with you and sprinkle spices on you or smear food on your face

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who has deep late night conversations with you about anything and everything, he loves listening to you talk and he’ll stare at you the entire time with a smile on his face

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who’s very protective of you, keeping his eye on your body language to make sure you feel comfortable and he absolutely HATES it when he notices other guys checking you out, he knows he can’t be jealous because you’re not his, but he’ll glare at the guys and place a hand on the small of your back to guide you somewhere else

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who not-so-secretly glances at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, loving how comfortable you are at home with a baggy t shirt on and no makeup, he loves when you’re dolled up, but he especially loves you like this because it’s a sight he can only enjoy

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who gives you genuine compliments that never fail to leave you feeling some type of way

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who daydreams constantly about you while he’s in class or at work—literally anywhere, he’s always thinking about you and how he should ask you out

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who at first denied his feelings towards you and just liked to annoy you, but after having a guys night out with bokuto, kenma, and akaashi, he realized just how much he missed being around you and drunkingly said every single thought he had about you to his friends

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who asks all of his friends for advice because he’s terrified of rejection and messing things up with you

-`♡´- roommateKuroo! who finds the courage to tell you about how he actually feels over a fancy home cooked meal he did all by himself while you were at work, he’s absolutely elated when you shut him up with a kiss because he was rambling

[neighbourscat]

𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 || 𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ   ꣹  ۫  𖨂 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . talent manager!rafe cameron X drummer!black!fem!reader. ||

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ   ꣹  ۫  𖨂 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . .. . lowercase intended! second person reading-perspective. mature language! ‘Jesus Christ’ is lowercased. this is the 80s! heavy mentions of drug use; more specifically cocaine, cigarettes, and mentions of sexual activity. wordcount :: 2.6k!++

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ   ꣹  ۫  𖨂 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . mystified, the romantics ! || dirty diana, michael jackson !

THE 1980s! YEAH IT FUCKING SUCKED!

the apartment was crawling with vermin. the ceiling was covered in small round dents, the carpet was filthy with alcohol and beer, blood, and cigarette burns, and the visible parts of the walls were scorched black — there were tattered band posters, half-ripped set lists, and polaroids of nights just like this one glued and taped down. a turntable in the corner wailed out something gritty and electric, barely cutting through the roar of the party.

the kitchen was smaller than a bathroom, and just as putrid .. rafe cameron watched them like he was watching a movie — one where he already knew the ending. with an untouched drink in one hand, the other casually tucked in the pocket of his pressed jeans. he didn’t belong here — not with the way his crisp button-down was still buttoned, the way his gold watch gleamed under the dim, flickering light. he had that rich-kid air, the kind of presence that stuck out like a sore thumb in a place like this. the kind that said *i don’t need to be here, but i chose to be.*

the lead singer .. was exactly what he’d expect — effortlessly cool in that *i-don’t-even-try* kind of way. his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, eyeliner smudged from the show, and he lounged like he owned the whole damn room. he did, in a way. every conversation, every glance, orbited around him. he was the face, the one people will remember. the one they’ll print on magazine covers when this band inevitably makes it.

the guitarist .. with his glossy boots kicked up on the cluttered coffee table, a cigarette dangling from his plush lips. his electric was leaned against the wall beside him — always within reach, like an extension of himself. his fingers drummed idly against the longneck bottle, twitching with leftover adrenaline, like he’s still hearing the last song they played echoing in his skull, his body hasn’t caught up to the fact that the show was over. he leaned in close to the girl; in his leather jacket, spinning some story with a half-smirk, but it’s more out of habit than real interest.

the bassist? the wildcard. jesus christ, he was a mess. tank top discarded, one boot untied, already slurring his words as he threw an arm around someone he probably met a few minutes ago. his laugh was loud, unmistakable, the kind of laugh that made the whole room turn to look. he had that reckless, untamed energy — the kind that made people love him but also guaranteed he would be the first to spiral. moving too fast, drinking too much, living in the moment without thinking about the next one.

and then ..

the drummer. the only girl in the band —

you were perched on the windowsill, pink boots scuffed, still in your stage clothes, twirling a drumstick between your fingers like it was second nature. it was as natural as breathing. there was something different about you, definitely — something serene, steady; hardly ever the loudest or most animated. nothing like everyone else — no glitzy, over-the-top persona, no desperate hunger for attention. where the others were drunk and high from hitting the slopes, tangled in conversations they won’t remember tomorrow, you were just watching. the band. like him. taking it all in.

— the backbone. the anchor. the pulse. composed, almost invisible. the one would would take this band from being just another garage act to something much bigger. rafe wondered if anyone else saw it — saw how much you were holding back, how much you quietly carried this whole thing on your shoulders. you were the one to watch.

his father had a formula when it came to scouting — look for the weak link, the one most likely to want more. every band had one. the dreamer. the desperate one. the one who didn’t want to spend the next ten or so years playing the same grimy clubs for gas money. but this case was different ..

rafe quickly concluded that the sensible one, the quiet one, the steady hands, are where the decisions happen. the drummer. if you can’t get along, the rest of the band didn’t matter. the rest were just noise. the guitarist, vocalist, bassists, they were secondary in his mind. the drummer gave the cue: they followed the rhythm, followed the tone.

that was where the real power lied .. with the one in the background.

so .. he waited.

not because he was nervous — he was never nervous — but because timing was everything. again, the bassist was too far gone, the lead singer was holding court on the couch, and the guitarist was too wrapped up in conversation to care. but the drummer? you were aware. you were seeing and hearing everything. you hadn’t had enough to drink to miss what was happening around you.

so he had to play it smart .. he waited until you went out for a smoke — you ripped the cigarette pack from the nearby shelf, stepped over the couple engaging in rough sex, and pushed your way through the side door; there were bags of beer cans and booze bottles piled up so high that you had to hold back the trash to keep it from spilling into the living area every time you opened the side door.

rafe moved through the party like he had done it a thousand times before — shoulders back, easy confidence, nodding here, smirking there, just enough to make people wonder who the hell he was. he dodged some wasted guy trying to grab his arm and almost tripped over the man eating out his girl; he’s shouting and begging everyone to gather around, because she was about to spray her cum across the room.

he was quick to squeeze out of the side door — knocking a bag of booze bottles over the fire-escape railing. a loud smash sounded and a confused yelp. rafe cursed under his breath and leaned over, staring down at you. “sorry!” he shouted out, “i am so, so sorry!” you waved a hand, forgivingly, and found another spot to chill .. away from the shattered glass and mold, burning cigarette held between your maroon lips and a red can of coca-cola in the other.

the smell of burning tobacco, sex, and alcohol lingered in the air, mixed with the faint scent of rain. the dim streetlights below casted a weak orange glow, and the city hummed, distant but ever-present. as rafe descended, the party’s chaos faded (barely) into the background; the soft shuffle of his footsteps against the old iron getting louder and louder above your head.

when he reached the bottom .. the silence between was thick, but rafe didn’t mind. this was the real world — the one outside the madness, outside the chaos of that after-show party. he finally met your gaze, keeping the distance just right, a subtle challenge hanging in the air. “ .. dont fuc’wit’ suits.” after swallowing your mouthful of coke soda — and the neon pink from the liquor store sign across the way flickered against the alley walls and your dark skin.

you didn’t ask who he was, didn’t demand to know why he was out here too. you weren’t rattled, not even a little curious — at least, not enough to show it. “a suit?” he looked down at himself. he was too clean-cut for this scene, but he wasn’t wearing the company uniform. money clung to him in a different way, a way you recognized.

you’ve been around long enough to know the cycle — how managers and labels swooped in when a band is raw, hungry, and reckless, promising the world. how they mold them, cleaned them up, pushed them in a direction that wasn’t theirs, and then, when the magic started to crack under the pressure, they moved on to the next group of kids chasing a dream.

you’ve seen it happen. maybe not to your band — yet — but to plenty of others. good musicians chewed up and spit out, their sound stripped down to something radio-friendly, their edge dulled until they barely recognized themselves.

and then there were the contracts. the fine print. the way some of these guys talked in circles, throwing around industry jargon to confuse bands into signing their lives away. you’ve heard horror stories of musicians locked into bad deals, losing the rights to their own songs, making pennies while someone in an office made millions off of their work.

to you, guys like him .. just aren’t real music people. they don’t live it, don’t bleed for it. they wear their expensive clothing, show up at afterparties looking to pluck the next big thing out of the gutter, and they talk about potential like it’s a currency. but they don’t feel the music. they don’t know what it was like to sleep in a van, to play to five people in a dive bar, to build something from the ground up with nothing but a few guitars, wooden sticks, and a childhood dream.

“a suit.” yet another rich kid playing executive.

a pause .. rafe watched you for a few moments, calculating. with an exhale, he reached into a front pocket and unboxed a cigarette. he rolled it between his fingers. he flicked his lighter open but didn’t spark the stick yet. “walk with me.” not an ask, intentional. rafe nodded toward the alley’s opening .. where the street lights had been flooding in, welcoming and inviting.

absentmindedly, you whirled your can of soda, letting the fizzy liquid swish and swish — like you were more focused on the feel of the cool metal than whatever pitch he was about to shove down your throat. the energy was there, the sound was there, you already knew that .. were you about to waste five minutes of your life to hear the same radio station?

and you hesitated. not because you were intimidated — no, never, you had that kind of presence that made it clear you didn’t scare easy — but because you were debating whether or not it was worth your time.

“hell of’a set.” — rafe said as you touched down beside him, his voice was so smooth and so casual, like he was just making conversation. you kept his pace, focusing on the bustling crosswalk ahead.

you coughed out a short laugh, scratching the side of your face, unamused. “don’t hav’ta start wit’the flattery,” you answered, then you sipped from your can and waved at the passing couple; they were excited to see your stunning face.

now he was lighting his smoke. “mm. who said it was flattery?” that earned him a glance, but you don’t bite. not yet. just went back to your own cigarette, boots clicking and clacking against the slippery concrete, kicking aside trashed cans and flattened cigarette boxes. “y’know what your problem is?” rafe took a slow drag, then turned to look at the side of your face .. most covered by your loud fro.

you hummed lowly, taking a drag of your own. “go’on. tell me.” — and the real conversation began ..

“your guitarist?” rafe started, stick at the side of his mouth. “he’s got a good ear, but he plays too fucking much. too fast. he doesn’t let the melody breathe.” you were taken aback, almost dropping your cigarette. “your singer?” rafe shook his head, expressing deep disappointment and agitation. “he’s got personality, sure. but you and i both know he’s gon’a blow that voice out if he keeps screaming into the mic like that.”

you don’t react. you don’t confirm or deny — just keep switching between your soda and cigarette, walking at the same speed.

“your bassist is solid, i’ll give you that. but that setlist?” he side-eyed you. “it’s a mess. a total fucking mess. no real flow, no pacing. you’re throwing punches the whole time, you’re not giving anyone a reason to stick around for the knockout.”

that got something — just a flicker, a small shift in your grip on the soda can. you created a slight dent. he was stomping on the right buttons.

voice more even, “the band is good. better than the fuck-shit i’ve seen come out of the strip lately. but you’re still raw .. still careless. if you don’t start thinkin’ long-term, if you don’t start playing smarter?” he shook his head again. “you’re gon’a burn out before you even get a real shot.”

you don’t say anything at first. just kept walking, swirling the soda can, mulling it over. yeah, you were made to go global. this local shit was cool .. but you had more within. “so what? hmm? you’here to save us?”

“nah.” rafe smirked, slow and easy, like he already had you on his hook. “i’m here to make you dangerous.”

“yea’, right ..?” you flicked the cigarette to the concrete, “uh, who’d you say you worked’for?” rafe dug into a back pocket and he handed over a business card. CAMERON RECORDS, in bolded letters and a sleek font, RAFE CAMERON underneath.

you stopped in your tracks — rafe followed. you lifted your head and studied him, searching for the angle. “us?”

“not just any band. the band.”

guarded: “‘nd we jus’ happen ta’be it?”

“that’s up to you.”

just as quick: “what’s in it for you?”

now came the real moment. the part where most talent managers softened the truth, played coy. but rafe .. wasn’t most talent managers. “a challenge.” he plucked the cigarette off and wiggled his hands into his pockets, voice clear: “CR’s my father’s empire, i could have a piece of it if i wanted .. but that’s not how i wan’a get there -“

“- told him i could build something better from the ground up. no handouts, no favors — just my own label, my own roster.” he had you before .. the cameron name was legendary. everyone needed that opportunity. “and if i can make it work? if i can take a band and turn them into something real? he funds it. all of it. my company, my building, my brand.”

and then you were gone. completely.

“guinea pigs? your lil’project? no. fuck no.”

“not a project. a start.”

unimpressed: “same thing.”

“nah, see, ‘a project’ is something you fuck with until you get bored and move on. that’s not what i’m doing.” rafe drew in closer, just a tad. “i’m building something. and i need a group that can keep up.”

“.. if we fail?”

“don’t.”

“if?”

“then i fail. my th’old man gets t’call me a dumbass for thinking i could do this on my own.”

that part, at least, sounded honest.

“personal problem.”

rafe chuckled. “yeah,” nodding. “but it could be our problem.”

“not sellin’ it, blondie.”

and: “there are bands like yours everywhere. dime’a’dozen in los angeles. chaotic, arrogant; they burn bright, they burn fast, ‘nd then they’re gone .. i won’t let your band be another sunset strip ghost story.”

that hit somewhere. he could tell by the way your lips pressed together just slightly, the way you glanced off to the side, as if you were weighing something you didn’t want to say out loud.

bingo.

as if sealing something unspoken, rafe nodded once. “think about it.” and your eyes scanned over him, assessing. not the way girls at the party did, all wide-eyed and hungry for status, but like you were trying to figure out if he was worth the breath it took to respond. it wasn’t the first time someone had sized him up. but it was the first time in a long time that it actually mattered.

“or don’t. either way, i’ll see you at the next gig.”

and with that, he strode off, leaving you in the walkway — staring at the cleanly curated business card — with the weight of that offer hanging in the air.

[diane-ries]

🌷⟢ BLOG ENTRY NO. O1 !

English can be a tricky language even for native speakers. There are so many exceptions you have to remember when you're speaking it. It is helpful for effective communication as it is deemed as the universal language. However, learning and improving your English skills does not have to be daunting. This blog is aimed to be a guide that can will help both new learners and native speakers alike. I hope you find it useful!

ᡣ𐭩 • GREETINGS ｡ AND INTRODUCTIONS ꪆৎ ˚.

This is the first step of communication. You must know how to politely and properly introduce yourself. This way, you will be able to initiate conversations with anyone.

Let's start with greetings!

There are several ways to greet someone. Here are some of them.

These greetings are the most common ones. They are often used when you want to greet someone in a friendly manner. Use these when you want to greet a friend, an acquaintance or even a stranger.

You can also greet someone based on the time of day. These types of greetings are most commonly used in formal settings. Although, they can still be used in a friendly, casual manner. These can be used to greet a higher up or a teacher.

Use this phrase for greeting someone you have never met before. Don't use these to greet someone you already know. They might think you are messing with them.

Moving on to more informal greetings; these are only used for greeting people you are close to. These greetings contain little to no respect so never use these to greet older people or higher ups.

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Let me paint you a scenario. You are at a business event and your manager is making you meet new people for your promotion. What do you say? You already know how to greet them but how do you introduce yourself? Don't fret, I can help you with that as well!

After choosing the appropriate greeting to use for the person you are meeting for the first time, you introduce yourself. This can be done by simply stating your name. Diane, my name, is used here as an example.

Optionally, you can also add your position or occupation afterwards.

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☆★ QUIZ TIME! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ 𐙚 ა

Go ahead and review the lesson in chapter one. Once you feel that you understand it we'll enough, you may take this quiz. Remember it's alright to make mistakes! So, don't worry.

Answers are at the end of the blog!

ᡣ𐭩 • EXPRESSING ｡ GRATITUDE ꪆৎ ˚.

Let's say you're a tourist at an unfamiliar location and you asked a question to a local. Naturally, you would want to express your gratitude towards them. Expressing gratitude is considered as a good manner and is part of basic human etiquette. So, in what ways can we express our gratitude?

These are some of the most common ways you can express gratitude give you some variety instead of saying "thank you" all the time.

ᡣ𐭩 • ASKING & DETERMINING ｡ LOCATIONS ꪆৎ ˚.

When you're a tourist in an unfamiliar country, the last thing you want to be is lost. This is why asking for directions is important. The first part of this chapter will talk exactly about this topic.

Here are some example questions to ask for directions and locations. Being simple and straightforward is the best. Don't make your question too confusing or else the one you are asking will be confused as well.

This is a great question to ask when asking for directions. It will tell you how much distance your target location is. It's especially handy when travelling.

Remember that these are only examples and your questions can vary from time to time. The important part is you properly communicated your question.

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Now that you have learned how to ask for directions, it is now time to learn how to give directions. Like there is a possible scenario of you being a tourist, there is a likely scenario that you are the local as well. A foreigner may come up to you and ask for your guidance. It would be great if you knew how to communicate with them so you can help.

There are a many methods to give someone directions. You can give them a pin-point location of their destination but chances are they can't even navigate properly in an unfamiliar place. It is best to guide them based on distinguishable landmarks. This is where prepositions come to play.

Here is an extensive list of prepositions you can use when giving out some directions.

i would like to emphasize that these infographics are guides, not something to be used religiously. Furthermore, I would like to give a lesson mostly focusing about the in-on-at prepositions as they are ones people then to get confused by.

As a general rule, in-on-at goes from general to specific respectively.

Here is a infographic that you can save as a guide.

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☆★ QUIZ TIME! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ 𐙚 ა

You know what to do. Time to review the previous lesson and take the quiz when you are ready.

Let's start!

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That marks the end of my first blog. I hope you find it useful. I am grateful for being able to teach some communication skills with you. Please do note that improving your language skills will take time and a lot of practice. Please do not get disheartened if you make mistakes along the way. You are doing great as it is!

If you enjoyed reading through this blog, please consider following me for more English lessons! Together we can make learning English fun!

ANSWERS

[theosbaby]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ casually thinking about...

flashing mattheo during an argument

NSFW content ahead, +18

one second, he's shouting some unintelligible shit at you, and the next one, he's almost drooling at the sight of your pretty tits, naked just for him to see. he's falling silent in fucking milliseconds. but god, they're so bloody perfect... how could he not stare at them?

It's not fair, you know he loves them, and you use that knowledge against him. every. fucking. time.

he can't even remember what you were fighting about in the first place, not that he cares anymore, anyways. your full, round tits have him fucking mesmerised, the only thing in his mind at the moment being his feral need to bury his face in them and never come out again, not even for air.

"baby," he would growl, eyes not able to look away from your boobs.

you swear you can see a faint blush appear on his cheeks as you tell him, "i don't wanna fight anymore." you pout cutely at him while you're still tugging your top over your breasts, the piece of clothing it's so small that mattheo wonders how they were fitting inside it in the first place.

"me neither," he replies quietly, starting to walk towards you, not being able to stay away for a second more. "i'm sorry, a'ight?"

"it's okay... 'm sorry too," you also apologise, a little smile tugging at the corner of your plump lips as you watch him leaning forward to wrap his strong arms around you, lifting you up so your tits are right on his face.

and when he finally gets to bury his face in your glorious tits, he's not letting go. he's dragging you to his bed and dropping you in it without pulling an inch away. he lays on top of you, between your spread thighs, lips kissing your soft, pillowy flesh.

"fuck, i love these," he'd mumble against your chest, his hands squeezing your sides tightly. "so fucking perfect."

you chuckle softly at that, which makes your tits bounce slightly, and god, the sight makes him hard in seconds. he hums contently against the supple flesh of your boobs as he teasingly starts sucking and licking your tits everywhere but your nipples, alternating between the two as if he can't decide which one he wants to focus on.

his hands are roaming over your body, groping and caressing your curves as if he's re-learning them. he's squeezing your thighs, your ass, and occasionally, going up to your soft tummy, rough finger pads making goosebumps erupt in your skin.

you don't disturb him, letting him play with your boobs as he pleases while you run your slender fingers through his unruly curly hair. sometimes, you caress his face tenderly, watching with heavy lidded eyes while he worships your body. you find it cute, how much he loves your breasts. he's always wanting to touch them, lick them, kiss them... and it fucking turns you on so much, because you're so sensitive there.

you moan when finally settles on one nipple, sucking on it hard while his hand kneads the other breast. he'd push both boobs together, his mouth dropping the already hard peak he was sucking on to lick at the other. his hips are bucking against you the whole time, grinding his hard on against your drenched core.

he's definitely leaving marks, which you complain about, but he just looks up at you, pupils blown, and says, "they're mine, aren't they? i'll mark 'em if i want to."

after that, he slips his hand inside your shorts and panties, finding you completely soaked for him and that fact makes him groan as he returns to suck on your perky, reddened nipples. his fingers rub your swollen, little clit, making you whimper and squirm beneath him, but he uses his free hand to grab you and keep you still while he stuffs you full of his fingers, burying them knuckles deep. he's making you cum in minutes, orgasm so good that feels like fireworks exploding inside your tummy.

and then, once he's satisfied you, he rips both of your clothes off and makes you ride him. he'd be such a mess beneath you as he watches you jump on top of him, little whimpers escaping his lips against his will. the sight of your perfect tits bouncing right on his face while your tight little pussy squeezes his cock makes him cum so fucking fast that he's almost embarrassed... almost.

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[theosbaby]

Brother’s best friend!theodore smut please!! Super soft!dom Theo where he makes LOVE to reader. Perhaps shy!reader as well??

thank you so much for your request! i really loved this idea. i'm sorry that it took me so long to write this, but i've running low of inspiration lately. i hope you like it babe!

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ casually thinking about...

brother's bsf!theo taking your virginity

NSFW content ahead, +18

you can't believe you're actually making out with the theodore nott, sprawled on your brother's bed with theo between your spread thighs. his lips are avidly kissing yours, playful tongue delving inside your warm mouth as his hands roam over your gorgeous curves, fingers gripping your sides to tug you as closer to him as possible, not leaving even an inch between your bodies.

and you swear you're on cloud nine.

you're whimpering so prettily into his mouth, your body arching against his while you grasp his dark t-shirt between your slender fingers, the sweet flavor of your chocolate birthday cake still lingering on your plump lips as you return the messy kiss with equal fervour. the act is almost sinful —you're mattheo's little sister, for god's sake. not that he cares about it right now, anyways, not when your body molds itself so perfectly to his, like you were made for each other.

theo groans into the kiss, his hands sliding down to your backside to hoist you up against him. you gasp against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist, and you feel him grinding against the junction of your thighs, his own breath hitching as he feels your warmth through his jeans.

your pretty cheeks flush at the intimate contact between your heated bodies, your lips becoming sloppier as you struggle to keep up with him. this is the first time you're actually making out with a guy like this, and you're feeling embarrassed, nervous and excited all at once, which is kinda overwhelming.

he'd notice how your body slightly tenses beneath him. not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable, he slides his hands back to your hips to give them a gentle squeeze, trying to reassure you. he doesn't want to rush you if you're not ready —but oh how bad he wants to fuck you.

the kiss comes to an end, leaving you panting against his swollen lips, agitated. the way you find his deep set, blue eyes looking down at you when you open yours, makes you feel weak on your knees, the blush on your face deepening. he gives you a lopsided smile, his eyes glazed with lust as he brushes your long, soft hair out of your beautiful face.

"you okay, pretty girl ?" he'd ask, his voice husky, just to make sure you're not regretting what's happening. "are you enjoying this?"

the pet name he gives you makes you smile. "yeah," you whisper coyly in response, nodding slightly while your pearly white teeth sink into your bottom lip, which is a bit swollen from all the kissing.

"good," he murmurs against your mouth, "because i'm really enjoying it too." he pauses, his breath warm against your lips. "i was thinking maybe we could... you know... take things a little further?" he leans in and starts kissing your neck softly. "would you like that?

your heart starts hammering in your chest at his words, butterflies fluttering about crazily in your tummy, but you tilt your head to the side to give him better access to your throat despite your nervousness.

"we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, okay?" he reassures you softly, his hands squeezing your waist soothingly.

he continues planting gentle kisses on your neck, feeling you relax little by little against him. you let out a sigh, eyelids fluttering shut.

"i wanna do it," you admit, not being able to look into his eyes as you do, blushing, "just... don't tell anyone about this, my brother can't know."

you feel him smirking against your throat as he stops the gentle kisses, cupping your face to make you look at him; there's sincerity in his eyes as he says, "i won't, pretty girl."

"pinky promise?"

you'd extend your pinky, waiting for him to intertwine his finger with yours. theo smirks as he tenderly rubs the tip of his nose against your cheek, and he tangles his pinky with yours. "i promise."

he keeps kissing you for a bit more, caressing you over your clothes and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, before he starts undressing you with such care, as if he's afraid of breaking you. and you look so pretty while you're naked beneath him, just like a precious doll.

then, he'd spread your creamy thighs and ask for permission to touch you, eager to get his hands on that gorgeous pussy of yours, which is fucking soaked just for him, your juices dripping down your pink slit and onto mattheo's sheets —that fact has him painfully hard inside his pants. is he a perv? probably.

he's taking his time preparing you, thumb rubbing your puffy clit in tight circles while he plunges his thick, long fingers in your pussy. you're so fucking tight he struggles to push the first one in without hurting you, but after a few minutes, you're taking two of them like a champ, completely soaking his hand in your arousal when you finally cum on it.

theo can't take it anymore, seeing you so flustered and hearing your sweet little moans have him on the verge of bursting in his pants like a bloody teenager, so he withdraws his digits to start taking his clothes off too, and you whine at the loss. but the feeling of emptiness doesn't last long, soon he's pushing his thick cock inside your little cunt.

you're so slick that he slides in pretty easily despite the resistance of your tight walls, his dick stretching you a lot wider than his fingers. and it hurts a bit, but it's a sweet pain that has you whimpering as you beg for more. after a few thrusts, you're cock drunk underneath him, nails digging into his back and leaving scratches that he'll have to hide from your brother for the next few days.

he actually gets you to cum on his dick too, pussy milking him so good that he doesn't even have time to pull out. he spills inside you with a whimper, pounding sloppily into your spasming cunt to ride his orgasm as he stuffs you full of his cum.

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[theosbaby]

I need a Fifty Shades reference smut of Draco.. maybe when they were eating ice cream or whatever because HSJAIDJKANDDK 😏😏 anyways, love you

is it weird that i'm going feral over something i wrote? 'cause right now i am... i had fun writing this, thank you for your request @drcelly ! ♡

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ casually thinking about...

licking ice cream out of bf!draco

NSFW content ahead, +18

vanilla ice cream has never tasted fucking better than it tastes when you lick it out of your boyfriend's chest, slowly sucking your way down his hard abs as you kneel in front of his naked form, doe eyes looking up at him the whole time. and he's looking right back down at you with a heated gaze, pearly white teeth sinking into his pink lower lip to try and hold back every soft gasp that threatens to escape.

he's sprawled on his bed, in his prefect dorm, the moonlight coming in through the window casting shadows in his ripped body. he just looks so good your mouth's watering.

you see him shiver as you pour more ice cream on him, the cold spoon tracing his hot flesh ever so slightly. your free hand is sliding up his pale thigh, soft finger pads tracing patterns on his milky skin as they get closer and closer to his hard cock. and so does your mouth. you lick all the way down his happy trail, the sweet flavour of the ice cream flooding your taste buds as you finally reach his pubic bone.

he's already a whimpering mess as you suck a mark on his flesh, so close to his dick, his hand reaching out to grab a fistful of your soft hair. he tugs at your hair strands impatiently, guiding your face to his cock to encourage you to take it in your mouth.

you obey his command avidly, plump lips parting and tongue sticking out to lick at his fat, sensitive tip. the action would draw such a pretty moan out of him, making your pussy throb in response.

having you suck him off just gets him so fucking weak.

of course, you'd tease the shit outta him —licking, kissing, maybe sucking on his reddened cockhead, but not putting it in yet. you take your time, indulging in the soft noises he makes and the way he squirms beneath you. but at some point, he gets fed up of your teasing, and then he's just shoving his dick forcefully down your little throat, making you take it all.

he's too long to fit comfortably in your mouth, so you're gagging around his dick as he thrusts in and out, spit drooling down your chin and eyes swelling up with tears. the sight of you so prettily messed up makes him more turned on if possible.

"so beautiful with your mouth stuffed full of my dick, princess," he praises you. he loves praising you. his precious girl, always so good for him.

you'd hollow your cheeks around his shaft, sucking on it eagerly. you're so turned on too, hips desperately bucking to rub your soaked pussy against the hard floor like a dirty little slut. but that's what you are, draco's dirty little whore. a feral grin spreads across his face as soon as he notices what you're doing to get off.

"such a fucking needy girl, huh?" he grunts, pulling at your hair to force you away from his dick, a string of your saliva dripping down his length. then, his free hand would slap your cheek —not too rough but enough to sting a little. honestly, you can't help but moan in response. "can't wait to have my dick inside that greedy pussy?"

"please," you whimper, batting your long eyelashes as you look up at him with teary eyes and swollen, wet lips.

and he can't say no to his favourite girl.

"don't worry, princess, gonna give you exactly what you want."

after that, he's forcing you up onto your feet and bending you over the bed to fuck you silly, face buried in the sheets and plush ass up in the air.

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[theosbaby]

Hey!! I was wondering if u could go like Enzo being like a boobs guy bc i feel like he would be such a whore for tits. And like whenever we're cuddling he would just love to snuggle up to our chest.

enzo's is the biggest whore for our tits, girl... after mattheo, of course haha. hope you like this!

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ casually thinking about...

enzo being obsessed with your tits

NSFW content ahead, +18

it's no secret that enzo loves your body, everything about it. he loves the freaking gorgeous legs leading to that pert, round ass of yours. he loves your soft tummy, and your smooth skin. but above all, he adores your fucking perfect tits.

lorenzo wasn't even a tits guy... that's until he met you, of course. now he's obsessed with 'em, he's obsessed with yours. but they're so bloody pretty, so perky and soft with those little pink nipples standing out against your skin, that he can not help himself.

he always has his hands on them, using them as his personal stress balls, regardless of the time and place. he's definitely groping you over your clothes in public just to let every other guy know that you're his, that your boobs belong to him and him only. and privately, he's constantly slipping his hands underneath you top or whatever you're wearing just to feel them bare against his palms. it doesn't matter if you're just cuddling, he doesn't do it in an sexual way.

well, kinda... at first, the main intention isn't sexual; he honestly loves to touch and gently squeeze them because it relaxes him, but eventually he'd get carried away, let's be honest.

he ends up fucking you or letting you fuck him in any position that allows him to have his face literally buried in your tits, cowgirl being his absolute favourite, because this way he can just lay back and focus only on licking, sucking and kneading them while they bounce so perfectly on his face, your tight pussy squeezing the shit outta him.

he gets so turned on, he's fighting for his life beneath you from the moment you impale yourself on his aching cock, trying not to cum on the spot.

and after a good fuck, he's certainly cuddling you, his head laying on your full breasts to use them as a pillow —he falls asleep like a damn baby in 'em.

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[theosbaby]

drabble masterlist 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

by @theosbaby

just a collection of short scenarios that i find myself daydreaming about during my boring ass day. feel free to share your thoughts with me here!

ᡣ𐭩 — smut.

navigation. main masterlist

so today i was casually thinking about...

ꪆৎ mattheo riddle

flashing mattheo during an argument ᡣ𐭩

ꪆৎ theodore nott

brother's bsf!theo taking your virginity ᡣ𐭩

ꪆৎ draco malfoy

licking ice cream out of bf!draco ᡣ𐭩

stepbro!draco fucking you with your parents in the next room ᡣ𐭩

ꪆৎ lorenzo berkshire

enzo being obsessed with your tits ᡣ𐭩

all rights reserved, @theosbaby 2024 ©

[amoressb]

───── THE BET 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ riki didnt think a bet could turn into something more ｡｡ football player!riki x reader .

FLUFF , SMALL ANGST & wc. 2400 + / kissing, skinship, petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

nishimura riki had always been the king of charm. with his easy smile, natural charisma, and the kind of confidence that only came from being the star football player, he never doubted his ability to win anyone over. yet, he often found himself bored. his world felt predictable, like a game where he already knew all the moves.

one sunny afternoon, riki was sprawled across the grassy quad with his best friend jake and a few teammates, their voices filled with casual banter about practice and upcoming parties. but then, out of nowhere, his attention snagged on something..or rather, someone.

there, under the shade of a sprawling oak tree, sat a girl he had never noticed before. she wasn’t like the others who fluttered around campus in trendy outfits or clamored for attention. her hair was loosely tied back and she wore a simple sweatshirt with jeans, her focus entirely on the book in her hands. earbuds dangled from her ears and her lips curved into a slight smile as she read.

“who’s that?” riki asked, nudging jake with his elbow.

jake followed his gaze. “that’s y/n l/n,” he said, his tone uninterested. “she’s in my english class. real quiet, likes music, and keeps to herself. definitely not your type.”

riki frowned slightly, still watching you. something about you intrigued him. your calm demeanor, your lack of interest in the bustling quad around you.

jake, noticing rikis fixation, smirked. “what? don’t tell me you’re interested in her.” riki shrugged. “i mean, she seems different.”

“different? please. you’d never make it with her, she’s not into the whole ‘jock’ thing.”

another teammate chimed in, laughing. “yeah, she’s probably the only girl on campus who doesn’t know who you are.”

jake leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. “tell you what. bet you can’t get her to fall for you. let’s say…one month. if she says ‘i love you’ before then, dinner’s on me for a month.”

riki rolled his eyes. “that’s too easy, you’re on.”

he said it with his usual bravado, but as he glanced back at you, a tiny flicker of doubt crept in. you weren’t like the other girls who melted under his gaze. there was something about you that felt untouchable and for the first time in a long while, riki felt a strange mix of excitement and uncertainty.

riki was no stranger to charming people. he knew how to flash a grin that made others swoon, how to make anyone feel like the center of his attention, but you? you weren’t buying it.

his first attempt to approach you was in the cafeteria. he spotted you sitting alone, your tray filled with nothing but a coffee and an apple, a notebook open beside you. sliding into the seat across from you, he offered his most disarming smile.

“mind if i sit here?” he asked.

you glanced up, surprised. your eyes, a soft e/c that seemed to hold a depth riki wasn’t used to, studied him for a moment before you shrugged. “it’s a free country.”

not exactly the warm reception he was used to.

“i’m riki,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “i know,” you replied simply, taking a sip of your coffee. that threw him off, “you do?”

you nodded, turning a page in your notebook. “you’re kind of hard to miss. football star, right?”

riki felt a flicker of satisfaction but quickly realized you weren’t saying it to flatter him. if anything, you seemed indifferent.

“and you’re y/n,” he said, testing the waters. “looks like we both know each other’s names. great. anything else?” you said, arching an eyebrow.

riki chuckled, taken aback but oddly intrigued. most people bent over backward to engage with him, but you acted like his presence was an inconvenience.

over the next week, riki tried various ways to break through your cool exterior. he “accidentally” bumped into you at the library, offered to help you carry your books, and even sat near you in class. each time, you were polite but distant.

despite your aloofness, riki found himself thinking about you constantly. he’d replay your conversations in his head, analyzing every word you’d have said. why didn’t you fall for his charm like everyone else? what was it about you that made him so determined to earn your attention?

one evening, while scrolling through his phone, riki found himself looking at you instagram. your posts were simple—pictures of songs you listen to, sunsets, and the occasional candid shot of you with friends. it was refreshing, different from the polished, curated images he was used to seeing.

“she’s got layers,” he muttered to himself, feeling a strange tug in his chest.

for the first time in a long while, riki wasn’t just chasing someone because it was easy. he wanted to know you—not for the bet, but because something about you felt real in a way he hadn’t expected.

riki didn’t realize when the bet stopped mattering. somewhere between late night library sessions and quiet walks across campus, you had stopped being a challenge and started being the girl he couldn’t stop thinking about.

one night, after a long study session, riki walked you home. the stars were scattered across the dark sky and the air was crisp.

“thanks for helping me with that paper,” riki said, shoving his hands into his pockets. you smiled, “you weren’t too bad. your analysis was actually decent.”

“‘decent’? that’s high praise coming from you,” he teased. you laughed, a sound that sent warmth rushing through him.

as you two reached your dorm, you turned to him, “you’re…not what i expected, you know.” riki tilted his head, “what do you mean?”

“i thought you were just some arrogant jock,” you admitted, a faint blush coloring your cheeks.

“and now?”

you hesitated, then smiled. “now i think you’re…complicated.” riki chuckled, taking a small step closer. “complicated, huh? i’ll take it.”

for a moment, you both stood there, the world around them silent. rikis heart raced as he leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from your face. when your lips met, it was like the world tilted. the kiss was soft and tentative, yet it set something alight inside him.

as he walked back to his dorm that night, riki couldn’t stop smiling. for the first time, the bet felt meaningless. all he wanted was you.

riki had never felt this way about anyone before. you weren’t just someone he wanted to be with—you were someone he wanted to protect, to make happy. he could see it in the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your favorite books, or how you’d wrinkle your nose when concentrating on a tough math problem.

but the shadow of the bet loomed over him, an ugly secret he had been too scared to confess. and as fate would have it, the truth came out in the worst possible way.

it was during jakes party a few weeks later. riki had convinced you to come, promising that you didn’t have to stay long. you had reluctantly agreed, holding onto his hand as you two navigated the crowded living room filled with loud music and louder voices.

“wow, this is…chaotic,” you said, giving him a skeptical look.

“welcome to my world,” riki said with a grin, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “don’t worry—i’ll keep you safe from all the crazies.” you rolled your eyes but smiled, allowing him to guide you toward the kitchen to grab drinks.

meanwhile, jake and a few teammates were deep in conversation on the other side of the room. as the drinks flowed, their voices grew louder, and one of them—the ever-loose-lipped mark—blurted out, “can’t believe you actually pulled it off, riki. the whole ‘get-her-to-fall-for-you’ bet.”

jake tried to hush him, but the damage was done. you, who had been walking back toward riki with a glass of soda in hand, froze.

“what…what did he just say?” you asked, your voice trembling.

riki turned, panic flashing across his face. “y/n, baby wait—” your eyes filled with hurt and confusion as you pieced it together. “it was a bet…? i was a bet?”

“no, it’s not like that!” riki pleaded, stepping toward you.

you took a shaky step back, your voice breaking. “don’t lie to me. how could you do this? how could you…?” you shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks.

riki reached for you, but you pulled away, your voice firm despite the pain. “we’re done, riki. don’t talk to me again.”

you turned and walked out, leaving riki standing there, his heart in pieces.

the next few days were the worst of rikis life. the emptiness he felt was unbearable, but the guilt was worse. he had hurt the one person he cared about more than anyone else.

riki tried calling you, texting you, even showing up at your dorm, but you ignored him every time. you had every right to be angry, but riki wasn’t ready to give up. he needed to show you that he loved you—that what you and him had was real, despite how it started.

one night, he left a box outside your door. inside was a carefully folded piece of paper and a playlist of your favorite songs. on the paper, he had written :

i know i don't deserve your forgiveness, but i'm asking for a chance to prove i care about you. this playlist made me think of us—how i misjudged you at first and how i’ve come to admire everything about you. i'Il wait as long as it takes.

you found the box the next morning. you stared at the cd for a long time, your emotions warring inside you.

over the next few weeks, riki continued to show up in small ways. he left sticky notes in your locker with heartfelt lines from your favorite songs. he bought coffee from your favorite café and left it on your desk before class. he even joined your music club, despite being the only guy there.

one evening, you found him sitting on the steps of the library, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"i'm not here to pressure you," he said as you approached. "i just wanted to see you…to tell you that i'm sorry. you're the best thing that's ever happened to me and i'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

you stared at him, your heart softening despite your lingering anger. "why should i believe you?" you asked quietly.

riki stood, his voice earnest.

"because i love you, y/n…and i'll keep proving it, every day, for as long as it takes."

a few days later, your agreed to meet riki at the park. the air was crisp and the sun cast a warm golden glow over the trees.

“i’ve been thinking,” you began, your arms crossed. “what you did was awful, riki. it hurt me more than i thought possible.”

“i know,” he said softly.

“but…” you hesitated, looking into his eyes. “i also see how much effort you’ve put into making things right…and i can’t deny that i still have feelings for you.”

rikis heart leaped, but he kept his expression steady. “y/n, i swear, i’ll never take you for granted again. you mean everything to me.”

you studied him for a long moment before stepping closer. “if we do this again, there are no more lies. no more games.”

“never,” he promised. your lips curved into a small smile. “okay then.”

riki didn’t wait another second. he cupped your face gently and kissed you, pouring every ounce of love and regret into that kiss. you melted into him, your hands clutching the front of his jacket.

when pulling apart, you both laughed softly, the tension between you two finally breaking.

months had passed and you and rikis relationship had blossomed into something real and unshakable. riki worked tirelessly to show you every day how much you meant to him—not just through grand gestures, but in the small, thoughtful ways that mattered most.

one crisp autumn evening, you found yourself sitting on the couch in rikis apartment. he’d invited you over, insisting he had something special planned. you were skeptical, especially when he insisted on blindfolding you before leading you out the back door.

“riki, if you make me trip and fall, i’m never forgiving you,” you teased as he carefully guided you down a short path.

“i’s never let you fall,” he said, his voice warm and reassuring.

after a few more steps, riki stopped you and gently removed the blindfold. you blinked as your eyes adjusted to the soft glow of string lights hung between the trees in his backyard. in the center of the clearing was a small picnic setup—a cozy blanket piled with cushions, a basket filled with snacks, and a thermos of hot chocolate.

“you…did all this?” you asked, your voice soft with surprise. “i figured we deserved a quiet night,” riki said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “just you, me, and the stars.” you smiled, your chest filling with warmth. “it’s perfect.”

you two sat together under the night sky, the cool breeze carrying the scent of fallen leaves. riki poured you both cups of hot chocolate, handing you yours with a marshmallow perched perfectly on top.

“you’ve gotten better at this romance thing,” you teased, taking a sip. “i had a good reason to learn,” he said, his tone serious. “i never want to take you for granted, y/n. not ever again.”

you set your cup down and leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. “you’re doing a pretty great job so far,” you said softly.

for a while, you and riki sat in comfortable silence, watching the stars twinkle above them. then, riki turned to you, his expression thoughtful.

“you know,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “there’s something magical about you.” you raised an eyebrow, your lips curving into a teasing smile. “magical? that’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“i mean it,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “you make me want to be better. you make everything brighter. like right now—i’ve never looked at the stars and felt like they mattered, but with you… everything matters.”

you stared at him, your heart skipping a beat. you leaned forward and kissed him, slow and soft, your hands cupping his face. riki responded instantly, pulling you closer, the warmth of his embrace chasing away the chill of the night.

when you two pulled back, you rested your forehead against his. “you’re pretty magical yourself, you know.”

riki grinned. “yeah? guess we make a good pair then.”

as the night wore on, you and riki stayed wrapped up in each other, sharing stories, laughter, and stolen kisses. and for the first time in a long time, you felt truly, completely happy.

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࣪ ˖ HEESEUNG

you’re lying on the couch together, your head on his chest, his hand tracing lazy circles on your back. it’s quiet, peaceful, and his heart is beating slow and steady under your cheek.

“heeseung,” you say softly. “mm?” he hums. “i like your last name…can i have it?” he blinks, then lets out the softest laugh, just a quiet breath through his nose as his hand stills against your back.

“you’d really want that?” he asks, voice warm. you nod against his chest, and he kisses the top of your head. “then it’s yours,” he says simply. “whenever you want it.”

he keeps rubbing your back, pulling you just a little closer. you feel him smile against your hair like he’s already thinking about what your name would sound like with his.

࣪ ˖ JAY

he’s tying his shoelaces while you sit nearby, quietly watching him. you’re both getting ready to head out, nothing special, just one of those everyday moments that feel full because you’re with him. “jay,” you say casually. “yeah?”

“i like your last name. can i have it?” he pauses, glancing over at you with a gentle smile. “yeah?” he murmurs, his voice a little quiet but happy.

you nod, and he walks over, crouching in front of you, his hands finding yours. “you know you already have the most important part of me, right?” he says, giving your hands a little squeeze. “but if you want the name too, i’d give it to you in a heartbeat.”

then he stands and kisses the top of your head before helping you put on your jacket like nothing happened, but the quiet blush in his cheeks says everything.

࣪ ˖ JAKE

you’re cuddled on the couch, layla asleep at your feet, jakes arms around you as he watches a movie. you’re not really watching. you’re too focused on how warm he is, how good his hoodie smells, how safe this feels. “jake?” he tilts his head down toward you, smiling. “yeah, baby?”

“i like your last name…can i have it?” he blinks, the words settling in slowly before a smile takes over his face. he leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“you really mean that?” you nod, and he wraps both arms tighter around you, burying his face in your neck. “that’d be the best thing ever,” he murmurs. “you’d be perfect with it.” and for the rest of the movie, he doesn’t stop holding your hand.

࣪ ˖ SUNGHOON

it’s late and you’re brushing your teeth side by side in the mirror, quietly sharing a rhythm, stealing glances. you catch his eye in the reflection and nudge him lightly. “hoon.” he turns, toothbrush still in his mouth. “mm?”

“i like your last name. can i have it?” he blinks at you, then his mouth curves into a small, shy smile behind the foam. he rinses his mouth and turns toward you, his hair a little messy, his voice a little soft.

“you’d want that?” you nod. he looks down for a second, like he’s hiding the smile that’s growing too fast, then steps closer to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“you don’t even have to ask,” he whispers. “you’d look good with it.” then he pulls you into a soft hug right there in the bathroom, both of you swaying lightly like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

࣪ ˖ SUNOO

you’re lying on his bed, your legs tangled together, playing with his fingers while he tells you about his day. he’s glowing like always, so full of sunshine even in the soft evening light. “sunoo,” you whisper, lacing your fingers with his. he hums, squeezing your hand. “what’s up, pretty?”

“i like your last name…can i have it?” his eyes go wide for just a second, then he breaks into the sweetest smile, quiet, full of love, not teasing or flustered, just happy.

“i’d love that,” he says softly. then he turns fully toward you, pulling your hand to his lips and pressing a little kiss to your knuckles.

“you don’t know how happy it makes me to hear that.” the rest of the night, he keeps your hands together like they were always meant to be.

࣪ ˖ JUNGWON

you’re in the kitchen making something simple together, music playing low in the background. he’s washing fruit while you sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. “wonnie.” he smiles. “hmm?”

“i like your last name. can i have it?” he pauses, turning off the tap, his body going still under your arms. then he turns in your embrace, his eyes a little wide, but a soft pink coloring his cheeks.

“you mean that?” you nod, resting your chin against his chest. he tucks your hair behind your ear, voice gentle. “you’d be the prettiest yang i’ve ever seen.” then he leans down, rests his forehead against yours, and whispers, “you already feel like mine anyway.”

࣪ ˖ RIKI

you’re both in his room, legs stretched across his lap as he sketches something in his notebook and you scroll through your phone. he’s humming under his breath, focused, comfortable. “riki.” he looks up, pencil between his fingers. “yeah, baby?”

“i like your last name. can i have it?” he blinks once, then again, like he’s not sure he heard you right. then he sets his pencil down carefully, closes his notebook, and leans back with a quiet smile.

“…you’re serious?” you nod. he looks at you for a long moment, eyes soft, the quietest kind of fondness in them. then he reaches for your hand, threads his fingers through yours.

“i’d like that,” he says. “a lot.” then he adds, with a gentle smirk, “but only if i get to hear you say it out loud first.” you giggle, and he grins, tugging you closer until you’re cuddled up against him again. like nothing’s changed, except everything just got more real.

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