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han jisung the man you are
It’s not even funny the way I feel about him
This is it for me. This is the end. I CAN FEEL IT IN MY TOES CAUSE WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? WHAT AM I LOOKING AT WHERE AM I? HELP!!! This is single-handedly the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life. (Except for every other hyunjin picture ever posted ofc)
Authors Note
⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲ Seungmin never minded staying out of the spotlight in the shipping wars- until it came to you. Tired of seeing you paired with everyone but him, out of equal parts frustration and longing, he does the unthinkable- he writes a fanfiction. Anonymous, harmless, just a way to spill feelings he can’t say out loud. But when his words ignite the fandom, going viral overnight, Seungmin’s private fantasy becomes a public storm. The company wants him to lean into the ship, the fans can’t stop dissecting every glance, and you…you’re suddenly obsessed with the mysterious “author” who seems to know Seungmin a little too well. Now he’s trapped in his own story- juggling staged moments, a dangerous secret, and a love that feels more real with every passing day. Because what started as fiction might just become the truest confession he’s ever made. ⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲⌯⌲
Seungmin x 9thMember Fem!Reader (My apologies for the long break I took. I had a lot going on in my everyday life, and I hope that things have slowed down enough for me to be able to be back on here and posting consistently. Thank you so much for all of you who interreacted with my content while I was away!!!)
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₊˚⊹♡ LATINA!KOOK!READER’S PLAYLIST
carolina - karol g ❀ la bebe (remix) - yng lvcas, peso pluma ❀ dead to me - kali uchis ❀ de nadie - kali uchis ❀ bellakeo - peso pluma, anitta ❀ drugs n hella meoldies - don toliver, kali uchis ❀ te quería ver - alemán, neton vega ❀ hasta cuando - kali uchis ❀ te pongo mal(prendelo) - kali uchis, jowell & randy ❀ corazón sin cara - prince royce ❀ obsesion - aventura, judy santos ❀ labios mordidos - kali uchis, karol g ❀ like a tattoo - sade ❀ honey baby (spoiled!) - kali uchis ❀ siesta freestyle - lewis ofman, alicia te quiero ❀ can’t remember to forget you - shakira, rihanna ❀ odio - romeo santos, drake ❀ it’s just us - kali uchis ❀ cumbia de los monjes - super grupo g ❀ lokera - rauw alejandro, lyanno, brray ❀ são paulo - the weeknd, anitta ❀ gata only - floyymenor, cris mj ❀ ponte bonita - cris mj ❀ provenza - karol g ❀ eres mía - romeo santos ❀ pyramids - frank ocean
(i will be adding to this over time)
the way i feel when i see drew’s waist like this is probably how victorian men acted when they saw an ankle for the first time u feel me
real
Good luck on your return to writing!
could you do the 21 with grumpy!rafe x sunshine!reader
please and ty
─── THE WARM UP EVENT prompt #21
“Here comes the airplane,” Character A sings, as they move the spoon closer to Character B’s mouth. “I’m not a kid anymore,” Character B grumbles, sniffling miserably; grabs a tissue to prepare for another sneeze incoming. WORD COUNT: 3.9k WARNINGS: sickness, obviously.
Tannyhill isn't the clamorous space it used to be, Rafe told you before, all the war zone elements of a resentful household washed away with the tide. It's hard to picture it now when it's so far from what you've known, quiet hallways of eerily posed pictures and curtains only ever disturbed if Kildare's breeze decided so. It's a big house for one person, no matter how much room you think Rafe's shoulders take, but you've been around long enough to recognise the sounds that hint someone is here.
Like the brush of his bare feet as he pads across the upstairs floors, or the clinking of glass signaling a warm-lighted way into the office. The faint buzz coming from the bathroom whenever his hair gets too long, a pan sizzling with butter, or his muttering voice dragged across the yard because he likes taking his calls with a view. Rafe doesn't notice, but you're always listening.
That's why, when you step foot across the threshold, you immediately assume he's not home. Not a sound. Not a trail you could follow after and smack a kiss against the destination. You linger, door still held open in case you have to turn around and leave, and try to pick up even the smallest suggestion of which room he could be in.
It's a good thing you don't have to wait that long. You hear him sneeze.
i’m gonna cry i love this so much
secret soft side
rafe cameron x reader
summary: everyone sees rafe as dangerous, but when he’s with you, he’s gentle
you’re sitting on the dock behind tannyhill, legs dangling over the edge, the water below glittering gold from the late afternoon sun. your phone buzzes beside you — a single message:
“back yet?” – rafe
you smile. he’s always short with texts, like he’s afraid someone will read too much into a single word.
“yeah. behind the house.”
you barely hit send before you hear the back door creak open. footsteps crunch on the gravel. you don’t turn around — you don’t have to.
“hey,” his voice is quieter when it’s just you.
he sits beside you, pulling a cigarette from behind his ear but not lighting it. “how was visiting your cousin?”
“fine. loud.” you lean back on your hands, brushing against his. “miss me?”
he scoffs softly, but you see the way his jaw shifts — like he hates being seen through so easily.
“not really,” he lies. then, quieter: “yeah.”
there’s a beat of silence. then his hand, warm and rough, brushes yours again — this time staying.
no one knows about you and rafe. not your friends. not his friends. not even wheezie, and that girl sees everything. you started out sneaking around for the thrill of it. but now? now it’s more than that. it’s like this small world you’ve built between just the two of you — a place where he can breathe.
where he doesn’t have to be rafe cameron, kook royalty. or ward cameron’s fuck-up son.
just rafe.
you shift closer. “you okay?” you ask.
his shoulders tense. that question always makes him flinch.
“i am now,” he says finally, low and honest. “i don’t know. it’s better when you’re here.”
you glance over — and it stuns you, every time, the way he looks at you. like you’re the calm in the middle of his storm.
then he presses his forehead to yours. just for a second. barely a breath. but it’s everything.
if anyone saw him like this — soft, gentle, almost fragile — they’d never believe it. but that’s the thing.
no one sees this version of rafe cameron.
except you.
i’m in love with these softie rafe fics i fear
hii i love LOVE love power play! can i ask a blurb where rafe's pissy again so he's a bit hostile to reader but this time she doesn't take his shit? she's kind but this time she wants to reiterate that he can vent but she's not a punching bag
thank you!! ong the man has zero emotional regulation skills 😭 most of the time, she doesn’t take it personally and just makes a joke about him being a brat, but when he crosses a line, she doesn’t play around. blurb set in the power play au.
even though its fictional it healed something in me to hear a man apologize and mean it 🥀
unsaid
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note: hellooo! this is my first post on this blog and i hope you enjoy ˊᗜˋ i want to make this a series so pls let me know what you think, send me asks, and reblog and like if you enjoyed it!! thank you so much for reading ˘³˘
pairing: bsf!rafe and bsf!y/n
summary: rafe may or may not have feelings for y/n, and there's a confession of sorts
warnings: this is 18+. drug mentions and alcohol use.
“Did you know that Sarah broke up with Topper?” You say, your eyes darting to Rafe through the mirror. He’s laying on your bed, holding his phone over his face as he did…whatever it was he did on his phone. It certainly wasn’t answering texts, because you swear he’d leave you on delivered for years if you didn’t call him.
His gaze meets your through the mirror, as you continue fiddling with your necklace. He drops his phone on the bed and sits up on his elbows, his face knitting in confusion.
“Wait—what?”
You nod, your lips curling inwards as you occasionally meet his gaze in the mirror.
“Yeah, she told me last night. Said he got pissed at her for not wanting to give it up.” You scoff.
“Okay, first of all, I don’t wanna hear that shit about my sister—”
You roll your eyes, turning to face him. “Okay, I literally just said she didn’t have sex—”
“No. No, no, no, no,” Rafe’s voice raises slightly.
He’s not actually upset, you know that, but to anyone else it would certainly seem like it.
“No,” he continues, and you can’t help but crack a smile at his disdain. “Don’t say that again, please. And second of all, why would Topper do that? Doesn’t seem like him.”
You purse your lips and Rafe sits up on your bed, his legs hanging off the edge. Of course he would rather find fault in his sister rather than his friend. Any chance he had at putting Sarah down, he would do so. Ward’s influence was heavy, and his disappointment in Rafe even heavier. You would be blind to not recognize the obvious favoritism that Ward shows his daughter.
You sigh. “It is totally something Topper would do. He’s gotten mad about it like a million times, ‘cause he’s desperate for—”
You cut yourself off, not wanting to mention Sarah’s sex life. Again. “Listen, I’m not saying he’s this horrible person, Rafe, but that’s fucked up of him.”
Rafe just presses his lips inward. “You might be right, but I don’t—I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. It’s grossing me out.”
You roll your eyes again, turning back to the mirror to take yourself in. “Fine,” You look back at Rafe. “How do I look?”
i’m obsessed
standing ovulation or whatever they say
ovaries doing the macarena or whatever science says.
˒ HIMBO .ᐟ RAFE teaching reader to skate . · . .
not beating the mini him allegations 𓈀 ⟡ he doesn’t get hurt in this one! 𓈀 ⟡ himbo introduction
rafe runs over when he sees you about to fall backwards, grabbing you by your waist and holding you above the ground as the board continues to roll in front of you. you huff, arms down at your sides in defeat. “why does it keep leaving me?”
rafe shakes his head, “that thing is nothing like me. i would love you on top of me.” you giggle as rafe sets you down.
“well, what did i do wrong? i tried it like you showed me.” rafe had been showing you a few tricks, trying them on the board with you, then letting you do them by yourself. this was the first that didn’t land.
race shrugged, poking at your pout, “i didn’t get it the first time either. it’s like you’re just like me. . what a coincidence,” he teased. you slightly pushed at him, “okay, dude. just say it.” rafe frowned innocently. “say what. .” he headed towards the skateboard, then whispered in your ear as he passed you, “. .mini me.”
he didn’t bother hiding his smile as he retrieved the board then returned to you. “want to try a different one? i don’t want you getting hurt. not that i doubt you can do it, but if you get a scrape, we’re leaving.”
you shook your head, “no, i want to do it. can you do it with me on the board again?” rafe rose a brow, “i get to hold you again? of course,” he placed down the board, assisting you on top.
he stepped on behind you, pushing you two forward. “now, when i kick it at the back, jump up and switch sides, okay?” you nod, holding onto rafe’s arms wrapped around you.
and when he did, and you did as he said, and the board landed, rafe pushed down on the back to stop the board. you squealed, turning to face him. “i’ve totally got it, can i try again?”
rafe wouldn’t be able to say no to anything you asked him as long as you kept smiling up at him like that. “you can ask me to bang this board over my head repeatedly and i’d say yes. yeah, go ahead,” he stepped back and gave you two thumbs up with a smile like he didn’t say the first part of his sentence. you doubt he even realized he said it out loud.
you focused on the board, gave yourself momentum, did what rafe did and kicked up the back of the board, and landed back on it, facing the opposite direction you started in. stopping the board, you looked back excitedly to see rafe punching his arms in the air.
“yeah, she did! she’s a natural and the crowd is losing their crap right now,” he mock announced.
you picked up the board, running back to rafe who picked you up in a spin. you were grinning as he sat you down. his face suddenly turned serious as he held a nonexistent microphone up to his mouth, “miss cameron, how do you feel about landing that trick?” he held the ‘mic’ out to you.
you smiled up at him, “amazing. with the help of my incredible boyfriend,” you spoke to his hand. rafe glanced to your side, brows raising, “i think i see him heading over.”
he stepped to the side of you, raising his hands in a double high five, “good job, baby.” you both were grinning silly as you returned the high fives.
your honor i love him 🥀
meet . . . ⢷fuckboy!rafe ݃ ␥
˓˓ best paired up with LOSER!READER ˒˒
⟢ fuckboy!rafe who's been sent off to college to study business even after he adamantly expressed a lack of interest in higher education. he's rich, his dad owns a company, he doesn't think he needs a degree and surely, if his dad just fucking showed him the ropes, he'd be able to handle himself quite nicely at Cameron Development.
. . . who suspects his father sent him hundreds of miles up North just to keep him away. he's highly aware he isn't the easiest boy to deal with, but the thought of being treated as an inconvenience, something his dad could just kick off for a few seasons and forget about until winter break, can actually make him so sick he won't come out of his room.
⟢ fuckboy!rafe who, initially, planned on being so terrible at all things academic-life there'd be no choice but to be dragged back to Kildare by his father's fist. turns out, he's one competitive, ambitious, persuasive asshole practically built for college. he's the best student in every class, and a nightmare for both professors and classmates alike. he won't shut up, he's always right, and he gets what he wants — he'll smack down his exam on his professor's desk and demand a higher grade, raise his hand and aggressively respond if he thinks somebody made a weak point, get ahead with every course he takes just to show off how much better he is than the rest. he's everyone's terror and the ultimate academic weapon.
⟢ fuckboy!rafe who lives off campus but still owns a dorm. he occasionally uses it to nap in between classes, and since he doesn't share it with anyone else he treats it as a storage room. he keeps most of his work in there, does the majority of his assignments hunched over his desk, and it's closer to both the library and the few of his friends living on campus. it's more of an office rather than a dorm but he likes how impersonal that is.
. . . who keeps that dorm because the thought of bringing a girl to his place can almost give him a headache. he hates the general idea of it, the stain of someone else in a place that is purely his own — to fall asleep above a stranger's perfume, to find bits and pieces that don't belong to him across his home. it's sacred to him, that apartment. the first glimpse of a life far away from his family, some sort of escape he doesn't want to share with anyone else.
dilf!rafe x living!barbie!reader where barbie didn’t ever have anyone teach her how to do plaits or that kind of thing (not close with parents, etc) so has to ask rafe to do it for her. i feel like he knows how to because he has two younger sisters in canon. then he teaches barbie how to 💖
- from someone who learnt to do plaits and braids far too late
RIBBONS AND ROUTINES DILF!RAFE x LIVING!BARBIE!READER a/n: to the angel who sent this… this one’s for every girl who had to learn a little later. i hope this feels like a hug 🎀
you were quiet when he walked in—sitting cross-legged on the floor, pretty pink brush in your lap, your hair falling around your shoulders in messy waves. he could tell you were frustrated from the way your lip was tucked between your teeth.
he crouched behind you gently, like he was scared to startle you.
“whatcha doing, baby?”
you didn’t turn around. just looked at the mirror, eyes low. “trying to braid my hair.”
he tilted his head, stepping around to sit behind you. “yeah?”
“i never learned,” you murmured, like it was something to be embarrassed about. “no one ever taught me.”
he didn’t say anything right away. just reached out, brushing a hand through the strands to smooth them.
“you want me to show you?” his voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
you looked up, hopeful. “you know how?”
he smiled, the kind of slow, gentle smile you always trusted. “mmhm. two little sisters. i used to do theirs every morning before school. come here.”
you shifted between his legs, and he moved so carefully—like you were porcelain, like he couldn’t mess this up.
he sectioned your hair with steady fingers, explaining each step in that low, hushed voice. every once in a while, he kissed your shoulder or told you you were doing so good. when you tried it yourself, he guided your hands—thumb brushing over your wrist, patient when you fumbled, always encouraging.
and when you finally got it—slightly uneven but yours—he didn’t let you look in the mirror right away.
“just one second,” he said, tying the end with your favorite little ribbon. “there. now you can look.”
you blinked at your reflection, smile growing with every second. “i did it.”
he leaned forward, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“you did,” he whispered. “my girl.”
i love this author with my whole entire heart
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𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱. 𝘺/𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴.
AAAHHHHHH MY FAV AUTHOR WITH ANOTHER SMAU??????!!!!!?!?!!
suddenly the world has color again (the color is purple)