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cumulo-stratus · 8 months

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Communication Issues

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Plantonic!BAU team x french!reader

Description: reader is from France and lived there until he was 11/12 and then moved to america and his first language is french. He also has a little bit of an accent. Basically reader is new to the team and it is their first late night back home on the jet with him. And basically they learn that when hes tired he reverts back to his mother tongue.

CW: possible swearing, I can't think of anything else

A/N: I'm thinking of making a series about this, like just funny scenarios related to the reader being French, if y'all have any ideas let me know! Also reader is gonna be loosely based off me when im rly tired cus i get kinda giggly/floppy/goofy. ( also sry it's short)

French, translation

3rd person POV:

after a hard, and long case the team was very ready to go home. They had found a 9 yr old girl and rescued her from a man holding her in his basement to torture her. And even though it took the profilers almost 3 full days with almost no sleep to find her. To say they were tired was understatement. It was almost 2 am when they trudged onto the plane, all tired physically and emotionally. Y/N was the last on the plane and decided to take the couch to get some sleep. Just as he was sitting down Reid plopped down next to him. (Y/N and Reid liked to sit next to each other so they could read together)

“Désolé reid, je veux lire avec toi, mais je suis trop fatigué pour ça” (sorry reid, i wanna read with you but im too tired for that) you said to him, slightly slurring your words. “Huh?” Spencer looked up at you with a small crease between his eyebrows. The switch in language caught the rest the rest of the team off guard as well (evidently by the looks on their faces) you peered at them just as perplexed and asked “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” (Whats wrong?).

“Dont worry guys I’ll talk to him” said spencer with a little giggle at his new friends antics. Morgan gave spencer a little knowing look and eyebrow wiggle at his conversation with Y/N, despite having no idea what they were saying. “Mon biche, tu parle français maintenant, pas anglais.” (Darling, you’re speaking french right now, not english) says spencers with a small smile. a look of understanding dawned your features and you said “je suis?! Oh c'est pas grave, Oh, tu n'as besoin que de me comprendre de toute façon.” (I am?! Thats okay, you’re the only one who needs to understand me anyways) you say with a wink ad a giggle. Spencers cheeks went red and emily gave him a questioning look. “Y/N, tu fais quoi?” (y/n, what are you doing?). you just gave him a mischievous look before putting your head on his shoulder and snuggling into him to fall asleep. The rest of the team got bored of making fun of the pair and began their own conversations or trying to sleep. But after a minute or two the team heard and hushed but strict “shhhhh!” coming from their resident genius. “You guys are so loud! hes asleep!” said spencer’s while he gestured vicariously to the sleeping figure drooped over his left side. “hush up pretty boy, your little boyfriend over theres out cold dont worry about it.” said derek with a teasing smile. spencers cheeks turned even more red than before if hat was even possible and started stuttering about the sleep man not being his boyfriend. “okay, okay, hes not your boyfriend,” said derek with his hands up in surrender after spencer kept spluttering on about y/n not being his boyfriend.

(small time skip)

As the plane landed people began packing up their things and getting ready to get off the plane. But y/n and Spencer had moved and when the team looked over they found the two agents passed out on top of each other and snoring lightly.

THE END

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teamhandsometcth · 4 months

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A Monégasque Story ( Part 1 ) - Charles Leclerc

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her’s and her brother's.

Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...

Disclaimer : I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ⚠️ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.

Here I am, laying on my best friend's parents couch after spending the last 24 hours doing exactly that plus dealing with a massive hungover.

My flight landed in Monaco three days ago, and since that, Giselle and I have been glued to each other.

We didn't get to see each other much lately, I've been so busy with my finals. And with us living in different places, Giselle in London, and me in Paris, it's complicated to match our plannings.

I called her the very moment after landing, which quickly resulted to her proposing to celebrate the start of summer break (get drunk) with our friends. And that's exactly what we did. Wish resulted to our current state.

She hand me a cup of tea for the third time this afternoon, as we're desperately trying to find a place to spend the other half of our vacation.

I sit up and slightly roll up the sleeves of my cardigan before taking the cup. "Why don't we stay simple ? I think Italy would be the perfect place. It's sunny, the food is delicious, and the men are too..." I propose, a teasing smile dancing on my lips.

She laugh and shook her head lightly. "the men part does not work as an argument for me."

I meet her gaze, a knowing expression plastered on my face. "fair enough. Although I'm kind of up for a summer flying. You know, get to think about something else than work !"

"Can't relate, I never think about work." Giselle say calmly bringing her cup to her lips. I let out a laugh at her statement.

My phone suddenly start going off. I bend over to grab it from the coffee table, trying my best not to fall off the couch.

I unlock my phone, and quickly glance at the text conversation between my brother and I.

He was asking at what time I plan to get home. I quickly tap an answer before putting my phone back down.

Two empty cups and equal number of unread messages from Raphael later. Im finally standing at the front door.

"Text me when you're home !" Gisele shout from the kitchen. "yup." I answer loudly enough for her to hear before closing the door behind me.

I live in Paris since I started college, and even if I fly back to Monte Carlos often, I still miss it here.

My parents sold out our family home two years ago, since we weren't living with them anymore. Plus, they were always talking about traveling around the world just the two of them, and how exciting it will be to have this adventure for their marriage.

Even if it broke my heart to say goodbye to this house, that hold so many of my childhood memories, im really happy for them. So now, when im back in town, I usually go to my brother's.

It take me less than 15 minutes to walk there, as I enjoy the view of the sun starting set slowly. I missed it so much. One of the thing I love the most about Monaco is how little it is, you can literally walk everywhere. Ironically enough, it's also what I hated the most about living here when I was a teenager, it seemed like my world was so little. Now I found peace in coming back here, it seems like time stop for a moment.

Once at the flat, I close the front door behind me and drop my bag on the couch.

The windows are open, letting a soft breeze dance between the sheers as the golden light from the now lot lower sun fill the living room.

I sat down on the couch, and send a quick message to Giselle to tell her I got home safe, Knowing that if I forget, she's going to come see for herself. She can be such a drama queen sometimes, and I love her for that.

I make my way toward my bedroom wanting only one thing, take a long hot shower. But as i pass the guest room a voice catch my attention.

I furrow my eyes brow as hear someone speak but it's not my brother. It sound familiar but I can't seem to remember where I heard it.

I push the door open, and my eyes directly fall on a pair of green ones. I frown, not only they seem familiar but I know exactly who own them.

And just like that, everything stop. I dive deeply into them, my breath become shorter and my mind goes back where my teenager heart installed itself years ago.

7 years earlier :

I am on the porch of my family house sitting on the staircase, my back against the gate. Observing my brother and his friends playing basket in our garden, a book with the world cheesiest cover in my hand. I was mesmerized by it, it was my first romance book ever and it made me dream of something I didn't know I wanted. Love.

As my eye travel between the pages I can't repress the big smile of pure euphoria off of my fifteen years old face.

I only detached my curious eyes off the words when I see a shadow approach. I quickly shut the book and look up, only to see Charles. "Hey." I say a little too flustered. "Hey you too, what are you reading ?" he say trying to catch the book in my hand, I try an escape but he take it from my grip with a devious smile.

I wasn't particularly ashamed of reading romance, but definitely ashamed that my crush just caught me reading it, which is so gross.

He look at the cover, with a teasing grin on his perfectly sculptured face.

"Oh I seeeee," I drop my head between my knee and let out an ashamed groan. He giggle, "Stop being so shy, im just teasing you. This is so cute honestly."

"Charles stop I don't want to speak about that with you." I tell him, ready for a hole to open under me and swallow me entirely.

He kneel in front of me, make me raise my head by taking my chin between his hand, caressing it softly. "You know you don't have to be ashamed with me, it's good." He say softly. " It's completely normal for you to find interest in that, everyone do at our age, it's called being a teenager." He laugh lightly, I do too relaxing a little.

"But seriously, if you have any questions whatever it is you can ask me, I will be happy to help you."

I blush, look down then look back up at him again. "thank you Charlie."

"Charles ?" I ask in shock.

I stand there, completely stuck in place. I literally fell my heart beating in every fibers of my skin.

He look so handsome. I take my time to look at him up and down, taking in every changes and details. Don't get me wrong, I watch formula one so I know what he look like. It's just that it's been a while since I've seen him for real.

I finally look back in his eyes, just to discover he was doing the exact same thing I was doing a second ago. He was gazing intently at every curve and part of me, like he was trying to learn every single one of them.

When his beautiful green-ish colored eyes cross my again, smiles broke on both of our faces.

"Salut," (hi ) He let out suddenly, His voice holding an inch of hesitation and shyness in it. It's so freaking cute.

I try to contain my smile, still not believing my eyes. "Salut,"

Charles is my brother's best-friend. We grew up together, and for as far as can remember, I always had a crush on him. How could I not.

It has been one sided for the most part. Till 4 years ago when he started to reciprocate, we kind of started something but not so long after, I was leaving for Paris.

Since that, we keep on missing each other. Every time im here he's out of town, and vise versa. We didn't talk during this 4 years. We just kind of got on with our lives.

"Raph m'as pas dit que tu venais. T'es arrivé quand ?" ( Raph didn't tell me you were coming, when did you get here ? ) I say in disbelief, while going for a quick hug.

"J'ai atterri ce matin. C'était pas prévu mais je vais être à Monaco pour quelles semaines." ( I landed this morning actually. It wasn't planned, but im going to be in Monaco for a couple of weeks.) Charles smile as I pull away, he look at me up and down again. It make me weak in the knees and I fell like somehow he knows it.

As I look away my gaze catch a luggage at the foot of the bed. I look back at Charles in confusion. "You're staying here ?"

Charles nod lightly "Only for a couple of days. I let one of my friend and his girlfriend crash at my place since they are in town for a couple of weeks, and I wasn't supposed to be home for a while."

He's still not taking his eyes off of me, making me melt under his gaze.

He lock eyes with me, not saying anything. I love the way he look at me, he make me fell special. He blush when he realize he was staring.

He clear his throat lightly, "I was one the phone with your brother just before you got here and he's going to be out for a while, something to do with one of the boat."

I nod, "Right, well what do you want to do meanwhile ?" I question.

He smile at me "Viens avec moi, j'ai besoin d'aide pour défaire mes bagages." ( Come with me, I need help with unpacking. ) he say his hand delicately going on the small of my back slightly pushing me toward his luggage.

We start to unpack, Charles stand by the drawer, as im siting on the bed passing him his clothes. Catching up on what happened in our lives lately.

"J'ai hâte de la rencontrer, je suis sur qu’elle a des super pouvoirs. J'ai jamais vu Raph s'attacher autant à quelqu'un avant." ( Im actually quite impatient to meet this girl, im sure she have super powers. I've never seen Raph head over heels over someone before. )

I nod at him smiling at the thought "Il l'est vraiment. Et c'est vrai qu'elle est incroyable" ( Yeah, he really his. And she is pretty amazing I might add.) here he his again looking at me ready to tease me.

"Je suis certain que tu dis pas ça juste parce que c'est ta meilleure amie !"( Im sure you're not saying that because she is your best friend !) I chock my head, a smile on my lips. "Non pas du tout. Toute les personnes qui me fréquente sont genial" (No I'm not, every person who frequent me are incredible.) I say jokingly.

"Je devrai rester coller a toi alors" ( I should stay as close to you as possible then! ) He state teasingly. I don't know how long he's actually planning on staying but im gonna have a pretty hard time if he continue to say things like that to me. Im already so overwhelmed with emotions and it's only been an hour.

I always thought the silly crush I had on him will stay in my childhood, like something I will think about and be like "how could that happen". but here I am feeling this exact same sensations I was feeling on that porch, like nothing really changed.

Im not naive. I don't expect anything from him. I already kind of experimented how he is when it comes to relationships, and that’s not attractive to me.

We continue to unpack everything, while he's telling me some behind the scene of formula one. I love listening to him talking about his work, he's so passionate about it and excited to explain every details of it. It's charming.

"So what are you planning to do while you’re in break ?" We moved to his bed, after we finished organizing everything. I sat in front of his lied down body.

"I don't know actually, it's been a while since I've been here for more than two days." He began, stirring up a little. "I think I'm just happy to get to be with you and Raph, so whatever we do is fine by me" the biggest smile made its way on my face. "Thank you for saying that." he smile back "it's true."

He get up to take something out of the front pocket of his travel bag. "Wish made me think, I have something for you." he get back to me with a little package in his hand and give it to me.

I furrow my eyebrows at him as open it, just to see a gorgeous necklace with a little charm dawdling at the end of it. "It's so pretty, but why?" I say locking eyes with him. Im in aww, my literally eyes shining, "I saw it a few months ago when I was in Italy and it made me think of you, so I buy it and since im here I thought it was the perfect occasion to give it to you."

My eyes widened "Slow down a minutes, you buy this months ago ? Did you already knew you we were going to see each other ? I don't understand." I say with a confused expression.

He chock his head, "No I didn't, but I knew I was going to see you at some point, and I wanted to have it then." I blush at his thoughtfulness.

"Thank you so much Charles." I jump in his arms which he immediately respond by squeezing me tightly.

We stay like that just enjoying the warm of our bodies against one another.

Once we pulled away, I sat with my back toward Charles. He pass the necklace in front of me. I take a fistful of my hair, freeing my neck for him.

Once he attached it, I drop the hold on my hair making them fall back on my back. he push them away a little and press a kiss on my shoulder not saying anything. I fell butterflies rise in my stomach.

I turn around locking eyes with him "Thank you." He blush lightly. "You're very welcome love."

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When my brother gets home, Charles and I are sitting on the balcony, enjoying the cooler air.

I love how Monaco fell like a party every single second. From the moment the sun went completely down, thousands of apartments started to light up all around the principality.

We can see people walking down the road all dressed up and ready to have a blast. it's a all mood, and it's magical.

"Y/n you're here." I hear from behind me. I stop my conversation with Charles and sightly twist my upper body on the sofa to look behind me, inside the apartment.

I send a smile in Raphael's direction, as he make his way to us, opening the already ajar glass door.

"Hey, sorry that I took so long." he say, kissing my cheeks to say hello.

He didn't miss the oportunity to ruffle my hair just after, just to piss me off.

If a look could kill, he'll be dead by now.

"Some idiots, rented a yacht and ruined it, I had to deal with all the paper work for the assurance, and the obviously dump tourists, that suddenly couldn't understand anything I was saying." he sight, crossing his arms and leaning against the gate.

My brother own yachts and boats. Well technically "we" do. He had taken upon the family business when our parents moved. He rent them so people can organize parties, weeding... And he also navigate for people who went to visit around.

"Shit." Charles let out from behind me, concern in his voice. "And did you find a solution ?"

"Yeah, well at least I think so, we'll see in the morning." he smile sightly, and focus his attention back on me. "btw Charles is staying with us!"

"Yeah i caught up on that."I snort at my brother, making Charles laugh.

I send a smile in his direction which he is quick to return, with his pretty dimples.

"So, what do you guys want to do tonight ?" I ask looking between the two.

I hate being the one responsable of picking places to go to, because if it's not good or something it's all on me.

Raphael, shrugs "Whatever you and Charles want, im not picky." And it's true, he was incredibly easy to please.

I turn to Charles, he turn to me, smirk, than say the infamous words "whatever you pick is fine by me." This bastard.

"You guys are impossible." I sight.

To be continued...

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theostrophywife · 5 months

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la petite mort.

pairing: regulus black x reader.

song inspiration: greedy by tate mcrae.

author's note: you guys, the wonka press tour is going to be the death of me. timothee looks so hot and therefore it gave me extra inspiration to finish this little piece.

Regulus Black was first and foremost a gentleman.

Before you started dating, Regulus was adamant about courting you properly. Your boyfriend was a bit old-fashioned that way, but you absolutely adored it. During your first date, Regulus took you out to the fanciest restaurant in town, opened the door for you, pulled out your chair, and didn’t even blink twice before sliding his card down when the check came.

Ever since then, Regulus spoiled you rotten. Every day, he walked you to class, carried your bag and books, and even left sweet little notes for you to find throughout the day. In the eyes of the public, Regulus Black was the picture of the perfect gentleman, but in private, your boyfriend was anything but.

There was a dark side to Regulus. A side that you took great delight in awakening. Tonight, you were more determined than ever to push your boyfriend to his limits.

It was a typical Friday night. You and Regulus were at his dorm for your weekly study date. Except you really weren’t in the mood to study. You were laying on your stomach on his bed, absentmindedly flipping through the potions manual in front of you. The assignment was to translate the text from French, but you hardly had more than a few sentences transcribed on your parchment. You were much too distracted at the moment.

While the manual failed to capture your attention, Regulus did not. Your boyfriend was sitting across the room reading some obscure tome about dark magic. He leaned over the wooden desk, the sleeves of his shirt rolled just past his elbows, which gave you the perfect view of the veins on his forearms. His green and silver tie hung loosely around his neck, exposing the perfectly kissable column of his throat.

Unaware of your ogling, Regulus twirled his wand between his fingers as his features pinched in concentration. Those angelic curls grazed his impossibly high cheekbones, drawing your attention to the smattering of freckles across his nose. As he read, Regulus mouthed the words silently, his lips curving around the vowels in the most delicious way. His green eyes burned intensely, illuminated by the warm glow of the lantern beside him.

Abandoning your assignment, you dragged yourself off of the bed and sidled up behind him. Regulus melted into your touch as you massaged his shoulders. He looked up and the light hit his eyes just right, golden spears bursting through the rich green hues like a kaleidoscope.

Regulus grabbed your chin and dragged your face down to his, planting a sweet kiss against your lips. You hummed against his mouth, eager to deepen the otherwise chaste kiss. You felt him smile at your enthusiasm before he gently tugged at your hair, forcing you to look at him once again.

“Did you finish your translations, my love?’

You shook your head. “No, I think I need a study break.”

Regulus tutted. “Come show me what you’ve done so far and I’ll tell you if you’ve earned one.”

You pouted. It wasn’t very often that Regulus denied your request. Usually, he bent over backwards just to make you happy, so when he didn’t immediately grant you what you wanted, you couldn’t help but act like an absolute brat. Patience had never been your strong suit and Regulus knew that.

Your boyfriend watched with an amused smirk as you retrieved your manual and parchment with a little frown on your face. You set the studying materials down on his desk and crossed your arms.

“Where am I supposed to sit?”

Regulus patted his lap. “Right here is fine, darling.”

He almost chuckled at how quickly your mood brightened after that, but he didn’t want to give himself away. Regulus knew exactly what you wanted and he had every intention of making you work for it. You made yourself right at home on his lap, rubbing your arse against his crotch. He would’ve been embarrassed at how hard he already was underneath you, but Regulus had absolutely no shame when it came to his girl.

“Why don’t you read what you have so far, mon amour?”

You began by reading the ingredients, which listed the main components of the potion. Those were easy enough to translate given that the terms were quite similar in each language. Regulus urged you to continue and you had no choice but to fumble through the instructions, which you had undoubtedly mucked up after getting distracted by him.

“Faire chauffer à feu doux,” you said reluctantly.

Regulus shook his head. “Faire chauffer à feu fort,” he corrected in perfect French.

It was rather pathetic how hot and bothered you were over boiling instructions, but you couldn’t stop squirming at how attractive it was to hear your boyfriend speak the language of love. Regulus bid you to continue, which you did rather distractedly.

You struggled through the next few sentences, pressing your thighs together every time Regulus corrected your pronunciation. “You have to roll your tongue, darling. Like this.”

After Regulus demonstrated by rolling his tongue and sounding out the word flawlessly, your skin felt so hot that you were surprised you hadn’t burst into flames. As you stuttered over the next few sentences, you felt Regulus shuffle underneath you. He slowly unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants. You stopped mid-sentence when he lifted up your skirt.

Regulus slapped your thigh so hard that the action made you jerk in his lap. “I didn’t say you could stop. Keep reading, love.”

“Trancher de la racine aux pointes—“ you stammered lamely through the words as his hands roamed underneath your skirt.

You held your breath as he palmed you through the cotton fabric. Regulus smirked when he felt how wet and needy you were for him. He pulled your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off as he caressed your slit. Coating his index and middle fingers with your arousal, Regulus spread your wetness all along your folds.

A pathetic little whimper escaped your lips. Regulus grabbed your chin and turned you towards him. “I told you to keep reading,” he growled. “Start that section over and don't stop or I’ll make you regret it. Do you understand, princess?”

With a nod, you continued to decipher the next section. Regulus hummed in approval as he lifted your hips. You gripped the parchment as your boyfriend positioned you over his length before thrusting his cock inside of you without warning.

You bit your lip to keep your moan in. “What are you doing, Reg?”

Regulus chuckled darkly. “You didn’t think I’d let you get away with acting like a spoiled fucking brat, did you?” You gasped as he sheathed himself in your warmth, filling you to the hilt and nearly making you squirm with pleasure. “You wanted my cock so I’m giving it to you, but I’m not moving until you finish your assignment.”

The whine that escaped out of you made him smirk. “Now be a good girl so you can get your reward, yeah?”

Your boyfriend stayed true to his word. Every time you translated a phrase correctly, Regulus rewarded you with a slow thrust. He grunted as he drove deeper into you, whispering praises of encouragement in your ear.

“My smart girl,” Regulus declared proudly, littering kisses against your neck. “Keep going, baby. You want more, don’t you?”

The growing need for him distracted you. When you pronounced a word wrong, Regulus pulled all the way out until only his tip teased along your folds. You whimpered at the loss, loathing the hollow and empty feeling it left you with.

Regulus grabbed you by the throat. “Salé means savory, sucré is sweet. I’m disappointed. I know you know this, darling. Let’s refresh.” He pressed his lips against yours and you ached to kiss him, but you knew that he wouldn’t be pleased if you did so without permission. “Say it with me. Salé.”

You swallowed thickly as he spoke the words against your mouth. The smooth way that the word rolled off of his tongue made you clench around him. Regulus smirked as you repeated the word, slightly stuttering while you struggled to stay still.

“Salé.”

“Does it turn you on when I speak French, mon amour?” You nodded silently, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. “I know it does, gorgeous girl. I can tell by the way your pretty little pussy is clenching around my cock. Poor thing, you must be aching to be fucked, aren’t you?”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You wanted him so badly that it actually hurt. Regulus wiped the errant tear away with his thumb. “One more, darling. Surely you can manage.” He tilted your chin up and spoke the last word against your lips. “Sucré.”

“Sucré,” you repeated obediently.

“What does it mean?”

“Sweet.”

“Just like you, pretty girl.” Regulus kissed your cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now you can have your study break.”

You sighed in relief when Regulus finally kissed you. The chaste kiss from earlier was gone. Instead, he claimed your mouth with his tongue, leaving open mouthed kisses that had you tugging at his curls for more. He smiled as you grinded into him, making him grunt in pleasure as you lowered onto his length.

“So eager, aren’t we? Where do you want me, mon amour? Here or on the bed?”

“Neither,” you gasped into his mouth before glancing at the desk behind you.

He chuckled when he realized what you meant. “Is this what you were thinking about, love? Couldn’t focus on your work because you were imagining me bending you over that desk?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you breathed. “Please, Reg. I need you so bad.”

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you beg.” Regulus shifted and patted your thigh. “Come on, darling. Bend over for me. Let me fuck you on this desk until you cry.”

Regulus watched with lust blown eyes as you bent over the wooden desk. He flipped your skirt up and palmed your ass, the cold bite of his rings sending shivers down your spine. You bit your lip as Regulus loosened his tie. He smirked as he slid it off his neck.

“Put your arms behind your back, mon cœur.”

You eagerly obeyed his command. Regulus pinned your wrists together and bound you with his tie. Pressing your cheek against the wood, he stripped you of your shirt and kissed along your spine. Regulus leaned over and slipped a hand underneath your lacy bra, squeezing your tits as he positioned himself behind you. His other hand guided his cock at your entrance. Regulus slipped in slowly, giving you inch after delicious inch.

“Merde,” Regulus cursed. “You feel so fucking good, princess.”

Once he started moving, you were reduced to a blubbering mess. Regulus was relentless as he fucked you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips while he drove in and out of you. The parchment and quills that were neatly laid out on his desk clattered to the ground with every slam of his hips. The desk rattled against the wall while he fucked you into oblivion.

You pressed your cheek against the wood, the sound of your moans bouncing off the walls while you begged for more. “Baise-moi fort, Regulus.”

Regulus hissed, thrusting into you with force just like you asked. The line between pain and pleasure blurred. Warm tears coated your cheeks as he pushed your body to the limit. Regulus pulled your hair and tugged him towards you for a sloppy kiss. Your legs shook underneath you as he slapped your ass. You could feel the imprint of his rings brand itself into your skin. He timed his thrusts with each smack, making you wetter and wetter by the second.

He brushed your hair back, kissing your cheek. Regulus placed his hand on your stomach and pressed down just as he rutted into you. “Feel that, princess? This is what I think about all day. Burying myself so deep inside you that you can’t even form words.” You babbled in response, whatever words you were trying to form came out entirely incoherent. “Have I fucked you dumb, darling? You should know better than to ask me to fuck you harder. You know I have no control when it comes to you, Y/N.”

You cried as he slammed into you. “S’too much, Reggie. I—I can’t take anymore—“

Regulus only laughed. “That’s too fucking bad, princess. You begged like a whore, so you get fucked like one too.” He licked a stripe against your neck before leaving love bites on every surface of your skin.

There was nothing your boyfriend loved more than claiming your body like this. He smiled as you whimpered, knowing that you’d be marked and bruised for days to come. Though your cheeks were stained with tears, Regulus knew you could take more. Your body told him everything he needed to know. The way you fluttered around him indicated that you were close. He was definitely pushing your limit, but Regulus had a habit of coaxing you out of your comfort zone to provide the most mind-blowing orgasms that you’ve ever experienced.

“Cum for me, mon amour.”

White hot heat surged through your veins. You moaned his name while the orgasm crested like a wave, washing over your body like a biblical flood. For a second, it felt like your soul had left your body entirely. The phrase la petite mort flashed in your mind. The little death, the French called it.

Just when you thought that the high was finally leveling out, Regulus picked you up and placed you on the desk. He untied your wrists before kneeling between your legs. Regulus smirked as he kissed along the inside of your thighs. Those pretty eyes flashed with mischief as he bit into your flesh.

“Hang on, pretty girl. I’m not done with you yet.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Regulus lapped up your arousal. He kissed and sucked at your wet cunt like they were hauling him off to Azkaban at any given moment. Your boyfriend grunted when you tugged at his luscious curls, utterly turned on by your roughness. When Regulus looked up at you through thick, dark lashes with his mouth dripping with your cum, you couldn’t help but shiver at the sight.

You loved seeing Regulus like this. You loved knowing that only you could awaken this dark and dangerous side of him.

“Oh god, Reg,” you keened, arching against his mouth. “Fuck, I love you.”

Regulus hummed in approval, spelling out his initials against your folds. The curve of R.A.B. branded itself into your core in the most erotic way possible. The message was clear. You belonged to Regulus and Regulus alone.

As he worked, Regulus pumped himself between his fingers. You could feel him edging towards release just as a second orgasm washed over you. Regulus looked up when you tugged at his hair.

“Don’t cum yet, baby,” you said hoarsely. “Not until you’re inside me again.”

“Mon dieu, you kill me when you say things like that.” Regulus hissed as he wrapped your legs around his waist. The groan that escaped his lips as he slipped inside of you again was downright vulgar. “My filthy fucking girl. I love being inside of you.”

You whimpered in response, bringing him closer as he pounded into you again and again. “I love when you fill me up, Reg. You’re the only one who can make me feel like this. You’re the only one who can fuck me like I need. Gods, you’re perfect.”

“You feel so fucking good,” Regulus whispered against your lips. “Gods, I’m so close.”

“I know, Reggie. I know.” You kissed him, sighing as you canted your hips to match his rhythm. “I want to feel you cum inside of me, pretty boy.”

Regulus grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy and desperate. Your words sent him over the edge and he came with a gasp, biting into your shoulder to keep himself from waking up the dungeons. You held him as the orgasm seized his body, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and following the praise with adoring kisses.

Your heart warmed as he gazed lovingly up at you. He pulled out slowly, peppering kisses all over your face but never taking his eyes off of you. The way Regulus looked at you made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

“Reg?” you murmured.

“Yes, my love?”

“I think I like studying after all.” Regulus chuckled against your skin, his curls tickling your neck. “You’re excellent at inspiring motivation.”

“Anything for you, mon amour. I was a goner the second you called me pretty boy.”

“Is that so?” You teased, kissing the tip of his nose. “Well, you are, you know. You’re my pretty boy.”

“Don’t say that unless you’re ready for another round.”

“I’m always ready for you, Reggie. I can’t get enough.”

Regulus picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bed. “Je t'aime de tout mon cœur, my cheeky girl.”

“I love you too, Regulus Arcturus Black.” You smiled and kissed his temple. “With all my heart.”

#regulus speaking french while doing ungodly things to me when #regulus black #regulus black smut #regulus x reader #regulus x you #regulus x y/n #regulus black fic #regulus smut #regulus fic

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French Kiss

A/N: This is a combination of two requests I got: a fluffy fic of Emily telling you she has a crush on you and asking you out and a fluffy fic of Emily teaching you another language. Combining them seemed perfect!

Summary: Emily teaches you a little French ;P (Translations for the French is at the bottom!) Word count: 950 Warnings: nada, this is tooth-rotting fluff. :) Well, the only warning might be that I got the translations from Google, so if they're wrong don't yell at me lol Ps: If you haven't seen the tiktok of Paget speaking French....go do that first. 🫠😩🥵😵‍💫

You hated the fact that you never took a foreign language in middle or high school, when it was easier to learn. Now, it felt like grasping the semantics of another language was nearly impossible.

You let out an exasperated whine, rubbing your temples. “Why does French have to have so many rules?”

Emily chuckled, rolling her eyes at your antics. “It’s not that bad once you get the hang of them,” she said, rubbing your shoulders. “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.”

You squinted your eyes, glaring at her. While teaching you, Emily would consistently throw out random French sentences, hoping the constant exposure would help you. It only further irritated you. “Says the one who’s been fluent in French for most of her life, and who has lived in Paris.” Another eye roll.

Emily’s smile grew. “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.”

Another second of glaring might make your face permanently stick like that, so you decided to ignore her. “Moving on,” you said, looking intensely at the notes before you. “Possessive adjectives. Mon, ma, mes for the masculine, feminine, and plural my.” Your face scrunched up, your eyebrows furrowed a little. “Easy. M’s for the my’s.” You felt your tongue peek out in concentration. “Ton, ta, and tes for you.”

You tapped your finger along the paper, the rhythmic cadence a tactic you hoped would help you remember everything. A loud sigh. “Why do these languages have to have gendered descriptors for everything?”

Another giggle came from beside you. “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” Emily exclaimed, forcing a more dramatic French accent.

A loud pause. “Did you just call me an idiot?”

You’ve never heard Emily laugh so candidly, loud and carefree. It made butterflies erupt in your belly, a deep blush heating up your face – not out of embarrassment, but because you made her laugh, made her nose crinkle and her eyes shine. It was one of your favorite sounds.

You’ve had a crush on Emily for months, ever since you started working closely to her at Quantico. A shared case between your two units brought you together and you quickly became friends, bonding over similar interests and upbringings.

You thought of the idea of having her teach you one of the many languages she knows as a way to spend more time together. It was an added bonus that you got to hear her speak another language; something about the way French rolled off her tongue was hypnotizing and…incredibly hot. She had jumped at the idea and you became hopeful that she might have shared feelings for you. But after weeks of constant texting and a few study sessions, she’s never hinted at feeling anything other than friendship.

“Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” Emily paused, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Hey eyes traveled across your face, taking in everything, like she was trying to profile you. “Comme rendez-vous?”

You felt the air shift even though you couldn’t understand what she was saying to you. It was in the way that she looked at you, how her dark eyes had grown fond, intimate almost, as if she was trying to stare into your soul. You had an inkling of what she had said, rendezvous being an easy translated word.

“Ask me in English,” you whispered.

Emily turned more to you, grasped your hands in hers and looked you in the eye. “Would you like to go out with me? As a date?”

Your smile was timid, growing as you watched her start to fiddle with your fingers in nerves. “Oui, Emily.” One of your hands came up and brushed hair behind her ear, watching her grin spread. “But I have a question for you first.”

Emily’s smile turned a little more serious, a hint of nerves creeping back into her expression. You watched as she took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever you might ask of her. “Ask away.”

You paused, schooling your features into something you hoped was more serious, letting her sit in her nerves for a second just to mess with her. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”

You watched as Emily’s brain stuttered, her mouth opening for a second before she burst into another fit of laughter, her hand coming up to cover her eyes for a second out of shocked awe. “I’m glad Lady Marmalade taught you something in French, my god.”

You two laughed together, the tension of finally admitting your shared feelings broken. As you calmed down, Emily gazed at you, all of her feelings for you finally shining through. You felt your entire being warm to the look she was giving you, finally overjoyed in being able to relish in the attention you craved from her.

As your gazes locked and held, you decided to break out the one other sentence you had been practicing in French. The one sentence you were wishing you would get to use on her. Your hand cupped her jaw, another timid smile gracing your lips. “Puis-je t'embrasser?”

Emily smirked, inching her face towards you, pulling you closer by your hips, before whispering, “Oui, s'il vous plait.”

Your lips met in a soft, tender embrace, tongues lightly gliding over one another. It was the first kiss of what you both hoped was many.

As you broke apart, a quiet giggle traveled up your throat, making you softly shake your head in exhilarated bliss. “I love French lessons.”

Emily waggled her eyebrows, a mischievous smirk growing. “I can’t wait to teach you more French things.”

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Translations:

- “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.” - Regardless, it’s a beautiful language. - “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.” - I like speaking a language you can’t. You’re very cute when you’re irritated. - “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” - Because, silly goose, it’s the romance languages! -”Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” - Absolutely not! However, I do think you’re amazing. I’d love to take you out sometime. -“Comme rendez-vous?” - As a date? -Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” - Do you want to sleep with me tonight? -”Puis-je t'embrasser?” - Can I kiss you? -”Oui, s'il vous plait.” - Yes, please.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfic #virescent v fanfic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily speaking languages does something to me #paget speaking languages does something to me #WOMEN speaking languages i do not know does many somethings to me #also the french and a specific part of this was for a certain someone hehehehe #writing fluff? who am i???#this is also like the fifth fic in like a couple of days go me!

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könig is probably the type of person to put berries (blueberries, strawberries, and blackberries) and sweet maple syrup all over his french toast.

putting tomato sauce/ketchup is the ONLY correct answer 🍅

#to be honest sweet french toast sounds pretty good #but i always see people making their french toast sweet?!?!#does nobody else put tomato sauce on it or...#orla speaks #konig cod #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig x you #könig x reader

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Je T'aime

prompt: Love Note pairing: steven grant + gn!reader summary: you've been the best thing to ever happen to steven. He loved doing so much cheesy love things with you, even writing little love notes and letters. warning: light angst, steven being a cutie, steven speaking a little french, fluff word count: 1.2 K author's note: this is my second work for the Moon Knight Bingo hosted by @moonknight-events. the bingo board will be at the bottom of my fics for it. This one is a little short, but it's sweet and I just love steven grant so I hope you all enjoy this! As always, if you like it, please, please, please reblog to share it with your friends! also i'm starting my tag list over so if you'd like to be tagged in future fics for specific characters or for this event or for all fics, tell me in my asks and I'll add you to the list!

Steven Grant has always been a romantic. It’s in his DNA, he’s convinced. He loves the idea of love, the idea of unashamedly showing and professing the love that you feel to the person you feel it for. He’s proud to admit that he has seen just about every rom-com out there. He never misses a new Hallmark movie – yes, he knows the acting isn’t good, and that they’re cheap and silly, but they’re reliable. Love always prevails in them.

Sure, there’s probably a reason that Steven has a romantic heart. If he had to guess, he’d probably say it comes from his relationship with his mother. I mean, Steven was born from Marc’s lack of love from his mother; Steven was there to see all the good times with Wendy, he got to experience all the love from his mother, while Marc took all the times she didn’t love. Perhaps Steven liked the idea of someone loving them unconditionally. Perhaps it was the very concept that someone could love them both, that one of them wouldn’t have to take the bad days, or the days that lacked love, because there wouldn’t be days that lacked love.

Perhaps that’s what made Steven fall in love with you so quickly. Because from the start, he knew you would love all of them, not just one part of them. Even if there were bad days, or hard days, you were still here, showing that you still loved them. It was mind-altering, especially for Marc. But for Steven, it meant the world.

Especially, because now he had someone to express all his love to, someone who appreciated all the ways Steven liked to show his love, no matter how cheesy or silly they were. You adored everything he did.

Steven knew you kept all his gifts. They were in a box in your closet. It was full of date receipts, jewelry, drawings, poems, and all other things he’d gifted you throughout your relationship. One thing that he could never find was all the love notes he left for you. You always say you love them, but he never sees them anywhere. And even though he knows you would never do such a thing, the bad part of his brain wonders if you throw them away, or if you tuck them away and forget about them.

That is until one day. You were in the shower while he was combing through your bookshelf, seeing if you had any new books for him to read. And there’s a book he doesn’t recognize. Have you always had this book? It looks almost like a binder, like a notebook that’s meant to pass as regular book. Should he open it? He supposes it couldn’t hurt. If you didn’t want anyone to read it, you wouldn’t leave it out. And even if he isn’t supposed to read it, he’ll take the blame for nosing around.

Pulling it from the shelf, he flips it open, seeing that there’s pages but they each have sheet protectors on them. Pulling out his glasses, he reads the first page, and he realizes what this is. Thumbing through the rest of the pages, he looks and sees the rest of the protected pages in the book.

His love notes.

You had all of them, sitting on your bookshelf, protected in this little book. Emotion wells in his eyes as he reads them over, feeling relief flood through him as he now knows you did like them, you kept all of them, and you kept them on your bookshelf for anyone and everyone to find it and read it.

“Took you long enough to find it,” your voice sounds from behind him, making him slam the book shut and whirl around, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

“What?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t found that before now. Figured it would be the first thing you read when you started reading my books,” you chuckle, walking over to him, your wet hair framing your face as you’re wrapped in a towel. You must’ve used him soaps, he can smell it.

“What do you mean?”

“I left that book out for a while for you to find. On the table, the nightstand, almost everywhere. But you never mentioned it, so I figured you never looked at it. It figures that you’d find it as soon as I put it on the bookshelf.”

Steven didn’t really have any words, wasn’t sure what to say. He just looked down at the book, reading over the words that he had written to you.

“You kept them,” he says softly. It’s not really a question since he can clearly see that you did. But you answered anyways.

“Of course, I did.”

“Why?” he finds himself asking. Obviously, it was because you loved him. But he can’t keep himself from asking, as if the notion baffles him.

On some level it does baffle him. The letters themselves are silly, elementary. But still you kept them, even though anyone else would not have wanted to keep such childish things.

“Because you wrote them. You took the time to write down the way you felt. Because they’re from you,” you said like it was simple. Because, to you, it was simple. You loved Steven, so you wanted to keep every little thing he gave you.

He looked at you softly for a moment, just looking at you. What did he do to deserve someone like you?

“What?” you ask softly.

“Nothing, love, just… thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”

“Funny, I think that same thing every time I read those letters,” you chuckle, slipping your arms around his waist.

“Every time? What do you mean?”

“I read them a lot. Mostly at night before I go to sleep,” you admit.

“Really? Why?”

You looked at him with a curious glance, but you looked so patient and amused. “Because they’re from you. They make me feel loved and comforted. They make me think of you.”

Steven’s chest tightens with emotion. Slowly, he slips his glasses off his nose and puts them back in his shirt pocket, placing the book back on the shelf as he slips his arms around your towel covered body, and he just looks at you.

“Je t'aime plus que tout,” he whispers softly as he brushes a wet strand of hair from your face to behind your ear. His heart squeezes when he sees the way you smile brightly at him. He knows that you love when he speaks French, you’ve always found it romantic and beautiful.

“I love you too, Steven,” you murmur back, leaning in to kiss him softly, which he gladly returns. When you pull back you grin and give his ass a playful squeeze. “Now go take your shower so we can read together before we go to sleep.”

“You got it, love,” he smiles wide, giggling softly as he pulls away to walk to the bathroom.

It’s still steamy in the bathroom from your hot shower, the mirror clouded over with steam. Except for the spot wiped in the center of the mirror, where Steven’s face fits perfectly in, and the words that had been written in your handwriting and Steven realizes you had left him your own love note:

Steven, You Are So Beautiful, Inside And Out. Je T’aime.

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#moon knight #moon boys #steven grant x reader #steven grant fanfiction #moonknightbingo #moonknightevents #love letters #french speaking #steven grant x you #steven with a v #steven grant fic #mr knight x reader #mr knight

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ya-zz · 26 days

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Ramattra drabble but he messes with his speech settings and ends up talking another language and doesn’t know how to turn it off

FRENCH??? I am about to offend every French person who stumbles upon this blog...

He thinks nothing of it at first, a setting that didn't necessarily need to be touched unless he decided to travel, but considering he was comfortable in this place with you, it was unnecessary.

So he decides to mess with it, thinking nothing of it until he needed to do a quick reset to refresh his systems.

Everything booted up as usual but the moment his systems came up within his vision in another language, no longer omnicode, he froze.

You happened to wander in at the same moment he spoke, offering a smile and small wave as you approach him.

"Cela ne semble pas correct-" He pauses, fingers twitching at his sides.

"What?" You halt your movements, staring up at him with a confused expression on your face.

"J'ai peut-être fait une erreur." He looks at you, noting the ever growing concern and confusion within your features.

"I have no idea what you're saying." You admit, taking another step closer to him.

"Je ne sais pas comment rétablir cela. Mes systèmes sont en français."

"Ramattra, you can say whatever you like but I have no idea what you're actually saying."

He hums, optics looking off to the side as he tries to think of an alternative way to communicate to you. He has no manual, he wasn't factory made, so to speak.

Ramattra couldn't do much except take a seat on the floor and go into his systems, but with everything no longer in omnicode, it was going to take a long time to put things back to how they were.

"This is why you shouldn't mess with settings you're uncertain with." You laugh, taking a seat in front of him.

His optics look up at you between files as he scoffs.

"Il serait dans votre intérêt de vous taire."

NOTES/TRANSLATIONS

Forgive me if it's wrong, I used two translators for this.

Cela ne semble pas correct - This doesn't seem right

J'ai peut-être fait une erreur - I may have made a mistake

Je ne sais pas comment rétablir cela. Mes systèmes sont en français - I don't know how to restore this. My systems are in French

Il serait dans votre intérêt de vous taire - It would be in your interest to keep quiet

#overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra drabble #yazzfics #last time I studied french was 2011 #I do not speak any other languages but english #please do not hunt me down

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misslu999 · 1 month

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I really love reading all those genshin fanfics with Fontaine’s characters but sometimes, as a french, I am a bit trigger by the way some people write wrongly some french words… I saw a « Mon chéri » to designate a female reader…

Here a free french lesson:

Mon - is a masculine pronoun

So when you say « Mon chéri » it’s toward a male character

If you want to designate a girl you have to use the female pronoun : Ma

And so the full sentence is « Ma chériE »

Do not forget to put the « E » at the end because it’s a girl for a guy, no need to.

And if you want to designate severate persons:

- You use the pronoun : Mes

You can use it to definite both girls/boys/girls and boys /Any genders together!

BUT

Be careful if you want to say « Mes chéris »

You will need to put the E if it’s a group of girls : « Mes chéries »

If It’s a group of boys and girls do not put the E Because the male win so just write: « Mes chéris »

If you want to use it for the pronoun « Them » feel free use any versions.

Well everything I said works for any genders, and are masculine word so you don’t use the Ma.

To conclude:

MA : Female Pronoun - Use only to designate a female word or person.

Examples: Ma fleur (My flower), Ma princesse (My princess), Ma choupette (My little One? There isn’t a real translation but it’s a sweet french nickname you can say to your lover), Ma moitié (My half), Ma copine(My girlfriend), Ma femme (My wife, My woman)…

The word my Ma moitié works to designate any gender.

MON: Male Pronoun - Use to designate a male word or person. Is the most utilisate!

Examples: Mon coeur (my heart or sweetheart), Mon amour (My love), Mon ange (My angel), Mon bébé (my baby), Mon sucre d’orge (My candy… but it’s like ma choupette doesn’t have a real translation), Mon choupinet (My little one?), Mon copain (My boyfriend), Mon homme/Mon Mari (My man/My husband)

All those words are usable to designate any gender expect for Mon copain/Mon homme/Mon mari

MES: Them pronoun or to designate severate persons or stuffs !

Examples: Mes amours (My loves), Mes princesses (My princess), Mes copains (My boyfriends), Mes copines (My girlfriends)…

Do not forget to put the « S » at the end of each word!

[Update] - (forgot to say it..) MON/MA/MES are possessive pronouns! So you only use them to say something for yourself !

Examples: J’aime ma copine (I love my girlfriend)/ Ce sont mes amis (Those are my friends)/ Je lis mon livre (I read my book)

You can also use the word « Petit » (little) between the pronoun and the word, personally I find it a bit more romantic and sweet to use like: Mon petit coeur (My Little heart), Mon petit ange (My little angel), Ma petitE fleur (My little flower), Ma petit(e)-ami(e)(My girfriend/boyfriend), Mon petit sucre d’orge, Mes petits coeurs (My little hearts)…

French is hard to use so if you have any questions or doubts about a french word you want to use while writing please feel free to ask me ! I am always willing to help!

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #fontaine #fanfic #french lesson #no one asked #couple french nicknames #couple nicknames #How to speak french?

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alluringwaves · 8 months

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REGULUS BLACK.

"I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret."

— Marauders Era

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coconut530 · 2 months

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LET THE DIVORCE ENSUE

#Nevermore #Nevermore Webtoon #Webtoon #Well well well another piece of media for this already hectic day (hi all Magnus Protocol and Malevolent fans in here :) )#Back after the week ~#Ohhhh Prospero you had so much trust in her with that key like I would’ve been a little concerned #Monty really you laughing now like bruhhhh #OOOOH PROSPERO GOING OFFFF ON HIM CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYY #oop he fainted #He’s ✨unresponsive✨#“If only we were so lucky” SAVAGE PLUTO #OOP LENORE INITIATING SECRET MEETING TIME #SOMEONE SAID ANNABEL HEARD SEDUCE WHEN LENORE SAID TRUCE AND THEY’RE RIGHT #Ada and Will being clumsy with him omg #Posh besties have only a thin string of trust between them now #More French I love it when Duke speaks french #“I’m all yours” ANNABEL HONEYYYYYYY #I SURE HOPE SHE DOESN’T KILL HER SHE DOESN’T HAVE THE GUN BUT WHO KNOWS #OH NO IT’S THE EPISODE BEFORE 96 EVERYONE PRAY FOR US FREE READERS I KNOW FP PEOPLE SAID IT DESTROYED THEM SO AHHAHAHAHAHAH #OKKKK NOW I’M GONNA GO LISTEN TO THE FINALE OF MALEVOLENT AND TRY NOT TO DIE #OK. BYE

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godofstupidsentences · 1 year

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I believe Theo not only can speak french, but is even MORE fluent in reading french than english. The Doctors may have talked to him in both languages but I bet most of their books and notes were in french and Theo got used to only reading in this language

#all of this to say that theo barely got Cs in English class #he was the slowest reader #and i don’t think he knew half the authors they had to study lmao #on the other hand he was in advanced French class and often corrected the teacher #also #Liam looses his mind every time theo speaks in French #even if he knows very well Theo is just insulting him #i love thinking about these silly things #headcanons are my best friends #imma give the bilingual struggle to every one of my fav characters #i have this whole fic where after 6B Theo and Isaac become bff and ends up living together in France #theo raeken #(I missed talking about my boy)#teen wolf #thiam #(this whole post is kinda influenced by Emotional by MalloryMadeIt which I strongly recommend)

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Fic writers, if you're writing in one language and your characters are using another you can just Say they're speaking that language unless you're A. communicating that the POV doesn't understand or B. providing translations afterwards. It's all well and good to use other languages in your writing but if you don't provide a way for the average reader to understand it you're just taking them out of your story by making them translate everything manually.

I just read what was supposed to be a very emotional chapter in a fic but couldn't focus on the emotional beats bc I couldn't understand what the characters were saying to each other and kept having to copy and paste translate the dialogue. There are other, clearer ways to communicate what you're going for.

Edit: to clarify my point, I'm specifically referring to dialogue in a language that is different from the rest of the work and there is no translation provided within the work itself. It's like reading an Untamed fic and the dialogue is in Chinese, a Skam fic and the dialogue is in Norwegian, or a Not Me fic and the dialogue is in Thai. You can make that choice but it should be with the deliberate knowledge that it will change the way ppl engage with your fic, it WILL change the flow if your average reader is having to stop and translate everything. You should know these things to make an informed choice when you're writing. You can do whatever you want, it's your fic it's not that serious and you write however you want. BUT you should make the choice deliberately with the knowledge of how it will affect your readers IF that is something you choose to care about.

#im an editor irl #TRUST ME #i Understand what yore going for but you can just say They said X in spanish/french/chinese/etc #i promise adding something that makes it more difficult for the average reader to understand is not more immersive #con crit #fic writing #qsmp #specifically something ive noticed in the qsmp fandom #bc theyre such a mix of languages #as opposed to media thats just straight up in a different language #where its assumed the characters are just speaking that language no matter what language the writer is writing in #this is a very normal thing to ask of writers i promise

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A Monégasque Story ( Part 2 ) - Charles Leclerc

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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After debating on my options for a while, I opted for a restaurant I saw while walking on the marina the other day. I've never been there, but the place look really pretty.

I grab my phone on the counter beside me to increase the volume, as my favorite song starts to play.

I love the luminosity in this bathroom, and since my brother have one in his bedroom, it's a little bit like this one was mine.

Charles swiftly opens the bathroom door, stopping dead in his track as his eyes land on me. I’m eyeing him through the mirror, trying my best not to laugh at his facial expression.

He is barefoot, dress in a simple black pants and a white shirt, visibly in the process of being put on.

« What ? » I let out through a laugh, slowly but surely averting my gaze from his chest.

He looks at me up and down. "And what are you doing exactly?" a teasing smile made its way on his face as he gets closer to the counter on which Im currently sitting.

"My makeup." I state simply, knowing really well why he asked.

He looks down at the makeup products all around me, then back to my eyes.

He gets even closer and put his hands on each side of my waist, giving it a squeeze, tickling me lightly.

i let out squeal in a fit of giggle, making him smile. "No shit princess, I can see that. What I want to know is, what you are doing in the sink ?" he says, still holding my waist.

I maintain eyes contact through the reflection, trying to shake off the fact that my back is pressed against his bare chest.

"Well it's simple, that way im closer to the mirror and It help me to see what im doing better." I answer, smiling as I see him nod.

"Well missy, you're taking all the space so make some room for me will you." I laugh and comply.

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In the car, Charles and Raphael start talking in the front. The music covering up most of their words making it really hard for me to follow the discussion. So after a while, I gave up on trying.

I watch then wind dancing in the leafs, The sweet melody of "never let me go by Florence + the machine" in the background as we drive on the coast. I walk here nearly everyday when Im home but at night it just hits different.

I glance toward the front of the car, feeling eyes on me. I catch Charles” gaze in the rearview mirror. He’s eyeing me intently, not dropping the eyes contact a second when he sees me looking at him.

I fell my heart skipping beats.

I avert my eyes from him, looking back to the window.

As if on clock, Raphael pull up in the parking lot, just in front of the restaurant.

I get out of the car, taking my bag on the seat beside me. We get in the restaurant, and one of the waiter immediately reach to us.

"Good evening" he greets with a warm smile. im not going to lie, he is really attractive, and tall.

I smile up at him "Good evening, do you still have a table on the balcony please ?"

He checks on his tablet and nod "Sure a table for three on the balcony for the gorgeous lady coming right up" he says making me blush a little.

I fell Charles side glance on me.

I turn toward him as I hear him sight, only to see he was sending death glare to the waiter. His entire body was tense.

Should I be ashamed to say that i liked his reaction ? Yeah probably.

But him being protective over me, it’s making me fell some type of way.

We make our way outside, to our table. It has the prettiest view on the marina.

Maybe I'm getting good at choosing restaurant.

The waiter pull a chair out for me, I smile up at him and sat down, whispering a thank you. He smile back.

My brother took a seat on the other side of the table beside Charles, who’s watching me intently like he’s on the verge of saying something, but he shook his head and sat down instead.

The waiter took our command, but not without making Charles’ blood boil.

I watch his reactions, trying to contain the smile making it's way on my lips.

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I sip my drink slowly, chuckling as I listen to the guys fighting over a memory, apparently they don't share the same version.

"Mate I promise you, it never happened." Charles says laughing.

My brother sights, "Bro I wasn't that drunk, and im telling you there was a car. im sure I have a pics somewhere."

Raph gets his phone out of his pocket and began to search in his gallery.

I was there that night and there was indeed a car, but I don't say anything. Wanting to see Charles' reaction when discover his wrong on his suborn face.

It was 5 years ago at a party my family organised.

They were about eighteen and drunk as heck after stealing alcohol from our parents.

Us and few other teenagers finished at the other end of the neighbourhood. And charles, my brother, Joris and other guys of their friend group broke into someone’s garden, where a Ferrari was parked.

The owner of the property called the police and they finished the night in jail.

"AH!" Raph exclaims showing his screen to Charles, who’s mouth hang open and the memories seem to rush back in his head.

"I was more drunk that I thought" he chuckled.

"My bad Raph, you were right." My brother shrugs "of course I was" he sass.

"it was so stupid to do that tho."

Charles expression tell me to get ready to be tease. « like you never did something like that ever ? » I shook my head.

« Well, we need to do something about that. If you haven’t done at least one stupid thing, you haven't lived." he states with a grin painted on his face.

I playfully roll my eyes at him as he wink in my direction.

Charles' POV :

I watch Y/n as she stand up and walk toward the bathroom, following her every move till she disappear inside the restaurant.

Everything about her is captivating. The way she laugh for everything and try to hide it, but her lips can't help but break into a smile every time she hear a joke no matter how lame it is.

How she always mindlessly reach for her bracelet when she's caught in her head or how her beautiful eyes always seem to flicker down when she's shying away.

I love the way she never look at anybody in the eyes but she always seems to stare in mine.

Some things doesn't change and I'm happy to discover that all of this never did.

I quickly avert my eyes from the door, switching my attention to the waitress arriving with our plates.

"Merci beaucoup" (Thank you so much.) Raphael say, as she dispose the plates in front of us.

"Vous avez besoin d'autre chose ?" (Do you need anything else ?) she ask kindly,

I smile up at her "Merci, ça ira pour le moment" (Thank you, we're good for now) She nod "bon appétit."

as she walk away, Y/n reappear on the balcony, with a big smile on her face "what got you smiling like that ?" Raphael asks laughing.

"I saw the desserts menus, It look so good" she let out excitedly.

I chuckle as she sits back down with hearts in her eyes.

We start eating, just talking and catching up on each other's life. Y/n's is telling us about her favorite place in Paris.

"There's this spot," she marks a pose, swallowing her bite before pursuing "it's hard to describe but it's a sort of café with books literally everywhere and it looks absolutely beautiful, I often go there in the afternoon after school to work and it just fells so magical" she explains, having a hard time contening the happiness in her voice.

"And Daphné the older woman who owns the café, she sat with me the other day..." I admire the little dimples appearing as a smile appear on her face. "...Her husband worked in the automobile too you know." I raise a brow. "oh yeah?" She nods her head "for alpine."

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"No way he said that to you !" I exclam looking at Raphael with wide eyes. "He did, he so serious about it too" he let out in a laugh.

"That's crazy mate" I say still chocked.

Im interrupted by the waiter, coming back to clear the table.

He collect our plates starting by Y/n obviously.

"Est ce que je peux vous servir un dessert ?" (Would you want some dessert ?) He ask looking at her. Im not even sure he's aware that there are other people around this table at this point with how little attention he give to Raphael and I.

She smile up at him politely. "Je voudrais bien une tarte au citron s'il vous plait. Vous voulez quelque chose ?" ( I would really like a key lime pie please. Do you guys want something ?) she say turning to us.

"Je vais prendre une tarte a la fraise." ( Im going to take a strawberry pie.) Raphael say then reach to the water bottle in the middle of the table.

"Et une mousse au chocolat s'il vous plait. "And I'll go with a chocolate mousse please" I say sending a tight smile at the waiter.

"Oh I was hesitating between that and the pie, it looks so good too." Y/n say looking at me with a proud look, making me chuckle.

"Donc une tarte au citron, une tarte a la fraise et une mousse au chocolat. Ce sera tout pour vous ?" (Ok so a strawberry pie, a key lime pie and a chocolate mousse do you need anything else ?)

"No we're ok thank you very much."

When the dessert arrive, 5 minutes later. I immediately see Y/n glance at my chocolate mousse. I smile at myself knowing very well that im going to score points with my next move.

Y/N's POV :

After asking for the tab, we make our way out of the restaurant really satisfied.

Honestly the all thing was so good but the desserts…incredible.

Charles as been the kindest by letting me taste his chocolate mousse, well we actually ended up sharing it because it was too good.

It might be updated as my favorite restaurant.

The temperature outside is so cozy, it’s windy but not chilly, it’s the perfect summer weather.

I turn toward the guys "Do you want to go home now or are we still doing something ?"

Charles give me a questioning look “what do you want to do ?”

Well I don’t know, I’m just not ready to go home yet.

My brother check is watch, “how about we walk on the marina for a little while then ?”

I smile at him, happy that he understand what I mint, “Charles is it ok for you ?”

He smile “Fine by me.” He put his hand on the small of my back leading me to the car.

He open the door for me, waiting patiently till im well installed before closing it.

The drive took us toward 6mn, I’m not sure it was necessary to take the car, but at the same time I wouldn’t have appreciated the walk back with all those slopes.

We start walking, admiring the view, when a guy run by, “hey Charles” he say sending a little wave our way before continuing his workout.

“Do you really get recognise by everyone here ?” I ask him a bit curious about how it all works out.

He chuckled “Well not by everyone, or at least not everyone make it known but I don’t know, it depends of the places I guess,” Charles say as he come to a stop.

"Do you guys want to take a quick trip." He says looking at his boat.

Charles put the key into the ignition, starting the boat.

"Do you want to steer ?" he ask me.

"No not really it’s too dark." I was quick to answer. Not wanting to admit that I still don’t know how drive a boat, even if I own a bunch of them.

Once we’re far enough from the coast. We get confortable on the desk fournitures with some drinks.

“Joris told me that you run into THE tifosy at the bakery the other day” Raphael tell Charles.

Charles laugh as he seem to recall the moment. “Yeah I did, it was pretty funny actually, they are so kind”

I look between the two of them, not getting the discussion.

“It’s a group of fan that we meet, I think 2 years ago in monza. We we’re in the same restaurant, and we end up eating together, and it was really to get to know fan, and have a real discussion.” He say with a little smile. I love when he make that face it’s so cute.

“How is Joris by the way, It’s been a while since we talked, I need to meet up with him ! “ I ask genuinely curious.

Charles look at me a bit perplexed “He’s okay ?" He say, the words sounding more like a question than an affirmation.

"When did you guys last met up ?" He ask, curiosity written all over his face.

I"I don’t really remember, a week ago maybe." I answer, not thinking much of it.

He shift in his seat "I didn’t know you guys were still hanging out."

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We decided to spend the night on the boat after realising how late it was.

There’s two cabins so Charles and Raphael are sharing one and I have my own.

I get in the shower and turn on the water, letting it heat up a little.

I try to remove my makeup the best I can with the shower gel. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than not.

Once Im done brushing my teeth with one of the numerous toothbrush kit displayed in the drawer, i open the door.

I directly feel the fresh air of the hallway hitting my still hot skin.

Charles gets out of his room at the same time. His head down, looking at his phone. I remember what im wearing when he look up.

He let his eyes linger down my body, still silent, i just hear the faint shaky breath that come out of his mouth. My towel isn't as long as I would have liked it to be right now. I try to push it down a little.

He clears his throat and gets past me, no word exchange as he closes the bathroom door behind him.

I let out a sight I didn't even know I was holding, all flustered. I open my bedroom door and close it right behind me slowly coming back to my senses.

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I open my eyes, stirring a little before immediately looking to my side searching for my phone.

2:30 am seriously ? I groan, felling the dryness of my throat.

I puch the sheets away, getting up with little to zero motivation.

I quietly make my way to the kitchen trying to not make any sound as I open the cabinets.

As I finish filling my glass, I hear some sound coming from downstairs.

Next thing I know the tall figure of Charles make his way to me.

"Can't sleep ?" he ask taking the water pichet from my hand serving himself a glass.

I nod, looking at him.

I puch myself from the counter, the kitchen feeling a little to small for us two.

I make my way to the deck, sitting on one of the deckchair.

Charles take his glass in hand and do exactly the same I just did, siting by my side.

We look up at the sky full of stars. It never ever fail to amaze me how it happens every night, and still manage to look unique.

The city lights shining , showing us the life happening all around. There's something so peaceful and reassuring in the air. Like time was slower.

Every single one of this little lights we’re admiring, are houses with peoples doing exactly the same as us, trying to have 60 seconds of calm.

I fell Charles eyes on me so I turn to look at him. We maintain eyes contact for a second.

"What ?" I finally let out, intimidated by his attention. He smirk then shrugs. "Nothing. Just admiring you." he say casually.

I fell the blood rush into my cheeks and I quickly look away, to worked up by his words. He chuckle taking my hand in his.

I look back at him not really sure of what was happening. He draw shape on my hand with his thumb and look up at me.

"Do you remember when we where little, we drew stuff on each other skin and we had to guess what it was ?" He say, his movement on my skin never stopping.

"Yeah I do remember ! And I also remember that you loved to draw random stuff that where completely impossible to guess." I tease.

He raise his brows at me. "It wasn't impossible you just weren't good enough at this game to find out what it was."

I laugh, "Oh yeah, so drawing a car motor isn't weird according to you ?" I tell him smiling at the memories.

"Not at all." He say not even slightly convinced by himself, making me laugh.

"Ok, how about, you give me a second chance to prove you I'm good at drawing ?" He say confidently putting his glass down beside him. "show me what you got."

I look away from our hands and he began to move is thumb delicately on my palm, a focused look on his face. I try not to fidget at the slight touch, tickling my skin.

After a while he looking up at me expectantly. "So, your guess ?"

To be honest I didn't pay any attention to it so I have no idea what to say. So I decided to give a wild guess "hmm, a rose ?" I state sounding more like a question then intended.

He chuckled, "Nope, it was a snowman ! See you're no good at this." He tease with a growing smirk on his face.

I roll my eyes, trying to suppress a smile from my lips. "give me your hand." I say and he willingly give me his hand "bossy."

I try to think of an idea as quickly as possible, Charles wait patiently looking at the stars. "Ok, close your eyes." I ask once I found my drawing. He did as I say and I process to draw the form on his hand.

I take my time, giving my best. He open his eyes and look at me a grin plastered on his lips, " I think I know." My eyes brow furrowed. "how do you mean ? I only did it once." He shrugs.

"Ok, give me your impression ?" I say, thinking there no way he got it right the first time. "a treble clef !" He say confidently.

My mouth hang open. How did he ? His grin just get bigger and bigger. "I give up." I say raising both my hand in the air, making him chuckled.

"your not that bad" he say sarcasm drolling from his word as he pull me against him. I immediately relax into his hold. "sure." I sight against my neck rolling his eyes, putting my arms around him.

"Tu m'as manquer." (I missed you.) he whispered in my ear, I shiver feeling his hot breath against my skin. "Toi aussi." ( I missed you too.) I whisper back and he squeeze me lightly.

I can't help but smile. I missed this so much. Our relationship have always been so precious for me. It's like we were still ten in my garden, like we never leaved.

To be continued….

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daegutowns · 6 months

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bff!svt and your nicknames for each other

ags: bff!seventeen, established friendship, childhood friends, best friends, gn!reader, josh’s is fem!reader because he gives old-timey vibes, svt has a crush on you, dino's is also fem!reader for the bit, you may or may not have a crush on them, y/n syndrome good luck not falling in love with them

seungcheol

your nickname for him: baby. ever since you met as kids, you’ve always made fun of him for being a big baby. he’s the youngest child in his family despite being the oldest out of his friends, so he kind of liked the nickname for a while… until he felt like he wanted to take care of you more. when would ‘baby’ mean more than just a childhood joke?

his nickname for you: berry. when you were younger, cheol’s nickname was cherry, so he called you berry so you could match. it’s not very close to your actual name, but it makes him feel connected to you. plus, it’s so accurate. you’re sweet and cute, just like a berry.

jeonghan

your nickname for him: angel. he was born on 10/04, the day of the angel! even if he was always so mischievous and naughty, you couldn’t ever see him as a bad person. he was the sweetest in the world, the only angel.

his nickname for you: halo. in the wise words of beyonce, “‘cause you’re my halo.” just like he’s your angel, you’re his halo because you’re always in his thoughts, just hovering over his head always.

joshua

your nickname for him: GI-Jo[shua]. well, his nickname for you is “doll,” but you couldn’t really understand why he liked it. you wanted to call him “doll” too, but he said that guys didn’t go by that nickname, so you decided to compromise. he’s GI-Jo because he’s a male doll.

his nickname for you: doll. he always liked old-timey movies, where the gentlemen would call their girlfriends ‘dollface’ or just shorten it to ‘doll’ affectionately. it was very endearing, and to him, you were perfect, just like a doll. even as a kid, he could tell that much. now, it’s so much more clear.

jun

your nickname for him: bao bei (bao). similar to cheol, jun’s nickname means “baby.” but, it eventually shortened itself to bao, like the bao buns. his cheeks were squishy like the bready dumplings, filled with his sweetness. you adore him so much.

his nickname for you: xingan. in chinese, it means “heart and liver,” because the nickname refers to someone so important, they’re like your heart and liver! you’re as important to jun as his vital organs, so it’s only natural that he calls you something that can compare.

soonyoung

your nickname for him: tiger. you always told him, “go get ‘em, tiger!” this was before his whole horanghae agenda, but it was originally inspired by you! he is always a sucker for words of encouragement, but your words were always the most important to him. it’s only natural he made it his personality to really showcase to you what it meant to him.

his nickname for you: duckie. since he’s a tiger, he wanted you to have an animal-related nickname too. you two once watched an old movie, where one girl called her best friend “duckie,” and it stuck with the two of you ever since. it fit you, since he wanted to scoop you into his hands like a duckie.

wonwoo

your nickname for him: meowie. he had always reminded you of a cat, and he acknowledged this. for halloween, you had even dressed him up as a cat (while you had been a frog) in the 9th grade. you had joking called him ‘meowie’ as a joke, but the name ended up sticking for longer than you had both thought.

his nickname for you: catnip. he didn’t mind being meowie as long as you could be ‘catnip’… of course because you drove him crazy. but, the real reason why is because around you, he couldn’t ever think straight.

woozi

your nickname for him: mr. chu. nicknamed after the apink song, your nickname for him is a way of making fun of his nickname for you. he doesn’t mind, because it makes him think you two are married. you’re chou, and he’s your mr. chu. it works out for him.

his nickname for you: chou. in 1600s france, lovers would call each other “mon petit chou” or…. “my little cabbage.” of course, he only told you that you were a cabbage. it was the only way he could hide it from you. even if it was a secret, he wanted it to be unique in a way that no one else could possibly think of it for you. you deserve to be special.

dokyeom

your nickname for him: sunshine. you’re convinced dokyeom is just a ray of sunshine, and he doesn’t mind it coming from you. it makes him feel loved and appreciated. he wants to continue radiating and giving his warm to you. he wants to be the light of your day.

his nickname for you: sugar plum. it’s only fitting for him to also pick some cheesy ass nickname for you too. he liked sugar plum, because to him, you always look like a majestic sugar plum fairy. you both listened to the sugar plum fairy lullaby growing up, and you made him feel comfortable, just like a lullaby.

myungho

your nickname for him: shagua. in chinese, it means, “stupid melon.” it’s a playful, teasing nickname because sometimes he feels too serious. the nickname reminds him to let go and just laugh sometimes. he likes whenever you say it because it brings a smile to his face… and for some reason, no one else has that same effect.

his nickname for you: bengan. in chinese, it means, “dumb egg.” no one else is allowed to call you their dumb egg! in fact, how dare they call you such a thing. it’s disrespectful and you shouldn’t stand for it. it’s okay when he does it, though. you’re matching, and that’s what matters.

mingyu

your nickname for him: mingoo. you loved how goofy he is and how soft he gets around you. that’s why you softened out his name too, changing a harsher “gyu (규)” to “goo (구).” just with the removal of one line, you shaped him into a cuter and more warm person in your mind.

his nickname for you: hot stuff. as much as he was a physical touch person, he’s also a words of affirmation person. he likes gassing you up like that. he means it every time, too.

seungkwan

to be honest, you wouldn’t have any nicknames for each other. (seungkwan just isn’t a nickname kind of guy.) but, you would affectionately refer to each other as each other’s “work husband” and “work spouse.” hopefully, one day, the ‘work’ part would naturally fall off…

hansol

your nickname for him: sweet cheeks. nothing else really fit him the right way. every time you call him anything but this nickname, he thinks you’re mad at him. nope. sometimes you’re just in a classroom.

his nickname for you: loser. he can’t make it TOO obvious he likes you… he needs to be subtle. unfortunately, it gives middle school boy. coincidentally, that’s when he started calling you loser. so, i guess, everything fits.

chan

your nickname for him: M. it was short for michael… as in michael jackson. you always admired his passion for dance, and as good as he is, he deserves that nickname. he always felt flattered by it -- even to this day -- and it was a motivator for him all these years.

his nickname for you: B. because he’s your michael, you’re his billie jean. but, billie jean shortens to BJ (since his nickname would’ve been MJ). adjustments had to be made. of course, he thought he popped off with that one, but the lyrics go… “billie jean is not my lover. she’s just a girl who thinks i am the one.” nice going, chan.

#daegutowns #svt fluff #svt nicknames #svt x reader #svt x you #svt x y/n #i don't speak chinese #i also don't speak french

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hotpinkboots · 1 year

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~𝕾𝕮𝕻-049 x Reader Headcanons~

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OOOOOKAY DARLINGS my shoulders are injured so fanfiction will be slow until they heal, but I did want to do SOMETHING so I did this. Requests are going to be a bit slow, but I'm doing everything in my power to heal. This does NOT mean that I'm not taking requests, the inbox is completely open for requests, darlings 🤩 I'm just going to be slow for a bit!! SO CONTINUE SPAMMING REQUESTS BITES YOU SO HARD

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~Mr. Man doesn't realize that he's lonely until he actually has somebody. He's grown used to being so alone, and he tries not to think about it too mucn...if he does, he'll grow agitated and depressed.

~AND HE'S ALREADY DEPRESSED

~Very polite, he doesn't talk much, but anytime something is provided for him to experiment on he's full of gratitude, and he expresses it.

~Complimenting him on his work makes him unbelievably happy.

~Since you're so close to him, you've been assigned to see him more often- they think that your closeness to him will help with their studies.

~So, luckily, you're going to be seeing him often!

~He likes to feel useful...so please, ask him for his knowledge. He is a doctor, after all. Even something as small as, "Do you have anything to help a headache?"

~Yes, yes he does. He likes to feel needed and wanted, he isn't one to just sit around. He's always doing things to experiment and further advance in his research on a cure for the pestilence.

~049 is VERY frustrated that he can't touch you.

~Just laying his hand on your shoulder is something he wants...he doesn't want to constantly be snuggling, or have somebody clinging to him, but, he does want to give little touches here and there to show affection.

~The jade ring would be perfect...if they'd let you do it. It's contained just like everything else is...Perhaps if you told the head scientists n' stuff you were doing an experiment. Who knows. Maybe they'll let you. Maybe they won't.

~BUT Let's say they let you for the sake of wholesomeness!!

~049 could just cry, really he could. You got the ring! You went through the trouble of getting it so you could touch him? So he could touch you?? He's touched. He's giddy. He's excited.

~"...Oh-? You got the ring. Wait a minute- you actually...Oh, Y/N. You went through that trouble for me..."

~Assisting him with his experiments- which are actually quite traumatizing- or even just watching while he does his thing makes him feel important. Like he has a little apprentice, or something.

~After you get the jade ring, kiss his hand. He will fall the hell apart.

~"Oh...oh my..."

~You should be safe, his hands are very clean, he washes up after every experiment.

~049 isn't physically clingy in the sense of "I need to touch you constantly" but it's more like he follows you around to make sure you don't get the pestilence.

~Pray to God he never thinks you have the pestilence because no matter how much he cares for you, no matter how much he doesn't want to use his "cure" on you, he will try. Because he thinks he's saving you, he needs to help you. His feelings will automatically be hurt when you don't trust him and start running away from him.

~"...Do you not trust me...?"

~SO YEAH HOPEFULLY YOU NEVER GET THE NASTY PESTILENCE 🤩

~He's SUCH a gentleman.

~Very polite. While he's British, he of course, speaks perfect French, and will give you a few nicknames. Y'know. In French.

~He doesn't speak much, but what he does say is always smart and polite, well thought out.

~He thinks before he speaks :>

~Very good doctor 10/10 would date again

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~Love, PinkBoots

#SCP 049 #SCP 049 x reader #SCP Containment Breach #scp 049 #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #049 x reader #SCP Containment Breach x reader #yeah I know everything about *THE* plague so if you need smthn I'm your girl #WHY DO PEOPLE THINK HE'S ACTUALLY FRENCH??? DO YOU NOT HEAR HIS ACCENT #HE'S BRITISH BUT HE SPEAKS FRENCH #HELLO

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