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kvtie444 · 5 months

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⋆‧₊˚ TEACHERS PET pt. 2

A/N: ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!! i luv this song but doesn’t really fit 💔

Summary: Reader has a new teacher and finds herself falling for him blahblahblah teachers pet by melanie vibes xoxo

Warnings: swearing, mentions of nsfw content, that’s it??

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"Just have to hold you behind a bit and ask you something," he continues.

Shit.

He gestures toward a random desk chair, silently inviting me to sit, and I comply. Mimicking my actions, he takes his desk chair and turns to face me. "I read your essay last night," he begins. Curiosity fills my gaze as I await his judgment. "Was it good?" I inquire, feeling a vulnerability in his presence. He sighs, briefly looking down before meeting my eyes again. "It's good," he starts, "but you tend to sit on the fence. Write less formally and infuse more personal elements."

I nod, nervously biting my bottom lip. "You're a smart girl, Y/N. I don't doubt that for a second. You have the potential to lead this class, but you need to be more organized and avoid last-minute efforts," he advises with a smile. Returning the smile, I stand up, throw my bag over my shoulder, and express my gratitude, "Thanks, sir."

As I head for the door, he adds, "And in future lessons, try to focus more on the work than your teacher." I turn to him, cheeks burning, and he smirks. My attempt to respond fails, and I release a small chuckle, rolling my eyes before walking down the hall. I sulk, realizing how challenging it will be to ever meet his gaze again.

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About a week has passed since Matt's feedback, and as time elapses, the workload intensifies - his words still linger, throwing me off balance. Today, nothing seems right – my hair, makeup, and the mounting stress are pushing me to the edge. I grab my keys, bag and water bottle and start my walk, listening to a calming playlist, hoping to ease my nerves. I admire the scenery, the once-orange leaves now lie scattered on the ground.

I arrive at class, 10 minutes late due to my meltdowns. I exhale, remove my headphones, and open the door. All eyes turn to me, interrupting Matt mid-sentence. Anxiety grips me as I make my way to my desk, noticing Madi's absence. Matt resumes teaching while I space out, arms crossed, and slouched in my chair.

God knows how long I was zoned out for until a deep voice breaks my trance, "Y/N? You okay?" Matt leans over me, his chain dangling close. I nod and force a smile. "Need water or a break?" he offers. "No, I'm fine, I swear," I reply, smiling through my lie. Matt glances around, then leans toward my ear. "Need to see you after class," he whispers, his warm breath grazes the skin on my neck and ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine. Pulling back just a bit, he meets my gaze with his icy blue eyes. Our faces remain in close proximity, and I catch a whiff of his breath—a mix of spearmint and cigarettes. The subtle notes of amber and a woody, musky cologne emanating from his shirt complement him perfectly. Through my lashes, I look up at him, utterly dumbfounded. I offer a nod and a soft smile in response.

He reassures me with a smile, sending a quick squeeze and pat to my shoulder before attending to the next student. I watch him help another, feeling an unexpected twinge of jealousy. I rub my face, trying to refocus.

The lesson concludes, and I remain seated, nervously fidgeting with my pen. The classroom empties, leaving only Matt and me. He takes the initiative, shutting the door, pulling up a chair, and positioning himself opposite me. With a thoughtful expression, he sticks his tongue in his cheek before breaking the silence. "Y/N, if there's anything going on, you don't have to tell me, but I'm here if you do want to speak about it." Confusion crosses my face until I realize he's addressing my recent struggles in class. "Oh, no, I'm fine. I'm just a bit lost with the work," I reply, attempting to make the conversation less intervention-like with a smile.

He sighs and leans back in his chair. "Y/N, you need to remember that this is college. If you don't find your feet again, they might have to kick you out, and I really hope it doesn't come to that," he advises. Fiddling with the lid of my pen, I hum in agreement, looking down at my hands. "Which is why I think I should tutor you privately. This classroom isn't a good environment for you, and, like I said before, you have so much potential. I'd hate to see it go to waste." Nervously chewing on my lip, I meet his intense gaze. He wants to privately tutor me? I nod and manage a smile, "Yeah, I think that could work."

He smirks a bit, resting his elbows on my desk, leaning forward. His hands play with his rings, revealing clearer views of his tattoos—a lighthouse, an owl, keys, and more. "Do you think I could get your number?" he asks. I'm shocked by his request, "To contact you for sessions, of course," he clarifies, clearing his throat. "Yeah, of course." We exchange details, and I can't help but admire his large hands whilst they grip his phone. Afterward, I stand up, throw my bag over my shoulder, and he returns to his desk, opening a small journal.

"I'll send you the address now. Could you do tomorrow night? We don't have a lesson here, so you could come at like, 5? 6?" he suggests. I look at him, "6 is good." Smiling, I walk toward the door, saying, "Bye, sir. Thank you." "No worries," I hear him call back as I make my way out.

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As I walk to Matt's place for our first tutoring session, I can't help but feel like I've gone overboard. My phone's maps tell me I'm just two minutes away - I'm drenched in perfume, a full face of makeup, my most flattering jeans, a long-sleeve crop top with just the right amount of cleavage on display, and a matching set underneath. I scold myself internally - Y/N, you're being delusional. Upon reaching his place, I'm slightly taken aback. It looks like a family house, detached, with a front gate and lights leading up the path to the front door. It's a 20-minute walk from mine.

I push the buzzer, hear a beep and the unlocking click, and let myself in. Glancing around the driveway, I spot a single black Mercedes, looks like an S-Class. I hear his steps approaching the door, my heart pounding out of my chest. A cold breeze passes, and I cross my arms, shivering. He unlocks the door, swinging it open.

My eyes scan his body as he does the same to me. He's in a black tee that hugs him nicely, grey sweats, Air Forces, and his silver chain over his shirt. Fuck. His cologne wafts from him, and I can’t help but think about how hot he looks right now. "Hey," he says with a smile. "Hi," I quickly return. He leans against the door, bicep flexing on his tattooed arm. He further opens the door, and I let myself in, brushing past him. "You must be freezing," he observes, locking the door and leading me to his office. I giggle softly, following him. "Yeah, just a bit. Nice house. You live here alone?" I ask, attempting to learn more about him. He glances at me briefly before leading me upstairs. "Yeah, just me. Why, is that a bad thing?" he teases, nudging me with his shoulder. I smile up at him, "No, it's nice. I'd love to have my own place. I'm sick of the accom here - always so much noise and drama." He chuckles before stopping us at a large, double door. He pushes it open, and we finally arrive at his office.

I take a seat opposite where his chair is, but he drags his chair next to mine, sitting down. I feel myself growing hotter at the close proximity. We get everything we need out, and I start writing down the main points I need to work on. He leans over tilting his head, our arms and knees touching, to look down at my notes. His skin feels warm against mine, which is cold due to the blistering weather. "Okay, so theories and methods use different sociological viewpoints," he starts, writing in his notebook. "It's just positivists and interpretivists." He looks down at me, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of confusion. I nod in response, and he continues explaining.

The session continues with small, intimate glances and touches. Eventually, we wrap up, and I gather my belongings. As I do so, he walks over to a bookshelf, grabs something, and comes back to me. "I think you should read this. It's good to build your knowledge, and I actually enjoyed reading it," he says, handing me the book. Our hands brush against each other before I look at the cover—'Tristes Tropiques' by Claude Levi-Strauss. I slide it into my bag, and we walk back down to the front door.

"How are you getting home?" he asks, looking down at me. I look up into his eyes, feeling myself blushing. "Walking," I smile. "At this time? And in this weather?" he asks, slightly shocked. I shrug. "Let me drop you off," he offers, stopping in his tracks, and I do the same. "I don't want you walking home, Y/N," he repeats. I sigh, looking down briefly before replying, "Alright, yeah. Thank you." He smiles before grabbing his keys. We step out to his car, getting in. It smells like him, and I can't help but admire how nice the car is—clean, modern interior, touchscreen navigation, blue LEDs illuminating his structured features. I type in my address, and he begins the journey, some music playing in the background.

Looking out the window, I decide to speak up. "How long have you been teaching for?" I turn around to face him, but he's already looking at me. He turns his eyes back to the road. "I was doing training for four years in college. This is my first real year," he replies. I do the math—he's only 23. There's another pause before he breaks the silence. "Why are you studying sociology?" he asks me. I shrug my shoulders, "It's good to have."

We finally arrive outside my building, and we both look at each other. "I'll text for our next session?" he asks. I nod, biting my lip. I grab the door handle, opening the door. "Thanks. Bye," I smile at him. "Bye," he mumbles back. I shut the door, walk up to my front door, and take my keys out of my bag. As I unlock the door, I see him waiting to see me get inside. I smile, giving a small wave, which he reciprocates before I get inside, shutting the door. I hear him drive off, and I walk up the stairs to my floor, taking my phone out. I see a text from Madi.

From Madi F

Wyd tomorrow night x

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daylo-hun · 10 months

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Hobie doing his best attempt at a none marriage proposal, proposal

sorry this took so long!! and i kinda lost the plot wit this one but 🤷🏾‍♀️

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Staring into the blinding lights of New York had somehow made Miles’s senses even more sensitive. The soft breeze is warm tonight, just in time for summer. The crumbling concrete rooftop of the building he sat upon was particularly rough. And the hot flush on his cheeks was a reminder that Hobie had made his seat next to him.

They had finished up swinging around, sneaking out after Miles’s parents were in a deep sleep, and decided to have some fun on their own. Quick flirtations and quips were thrown back and forth and were seared in Miles’s mind as he replayed them over and over again in his mind. A chuckle came out at the thought of a particular advance made from Hobie

“What’s so funny luv?” Hobie asked, a small grin appearing on his stained lips.

“Nothin, it’s just… earlier you said that my eyes were perfectly brown like a hazelnut, and it reminded me how much I’ve been craving a damn Ferrero Rocher lately”

Hobie smiled “What’s a Ferrero Rochay’? S’ that like a candy?”

Miles’s eyes widened, “You’ve never heard of a Ferrero Rocher?! They’re so good man, like my top candy ever. There’s a crumbly shell of chocolate topped with like these nuts that surrounds this hazelnut spread. And it’s creamy and rich and chocolatey and so good. I’d right an essay about them if I wanted.” He felt his mouth water at the thought of it, his eyes starry with imagination.

The punk paused “Ay, hope you’re describin’ me like that when I’m not by your side. You gave a whole lil speech right then” Hobie teased with a laugh.

Miles rolled his eyes as he chuckled and gave a weak punch to Hobie’s shoulder.

“Ok bro. Sorry I like chocolate and you can’t appreciate that”

“Nah, I do ‘preciate it. It’s cute when you talk like that, puttin’ your private school education to use.”

Miles huffed an amused exhale. When Hobie said stuff like that, so boldly and outright, it made Miles love him even more. Maybe it was because he liked the confirmation of Hobie’s words, it made him secure in himself. He turned slightly to steal a glance at the other.

Sparks created when their eyes met, love and admiration for the other as they stared.

Hobie looked at Miles like he was taking him apart, studying every feature on his face. The other made quick glances at Hobie’s lips, noting his dark lipstick. Miles was the first one to look away with a shy smile on his face.

Hobie broke the silence once again.

“You’ve been drawin’? Last time I was here, you said you’d show me your piecebook”

Miles was taken back, and a little embarrassed. If anyone looked in his piecebook they’d find multiple doodles of Hobie, so many in fact that even extreme stalkers would be stunned.

“Uh…yeah. You could say that. Been sketchin’ some new designs that I wanna paint on a few buildings” He shrugged, reframing from looking at the other.

Hobie hummed in acknowledgment. “I wanna go ‘round and paint wit ya one day. You gotta show me your favorite spots. Think it’d be proper fun, ‘specially wit your talents”

“Sure, I got a few places in mind already” Miles said as he continued to stare at the lights below. He could still feel his cheeks burning at the boy that sat next to him. Hobie just seemed to never let up.

He could feel Hobie staring at him.

“Miles, look at me luv” Hobie’s voice was close to a whisper, tone as gentle as his movements as he slowly reached a hand over to Miles’s face.

Miles let Hobie’s hand control his head as he turned, trusting the other with him.

“Sorry, I just-You’re a damn flirt machine man, and I can’t handle all this praise in the span of like 5 minutes” Miles chuckled, still looking to the side, so obviously avoiding eye contact with the other.

Hobie’s hands were massive compared to Miles’s face, holding the mass carefully like a newborn baby.

They stared at each other once again, before Hobie spoke, once again.

“Miles, I really like you. And… fuck, this is gonna be a long one, don’t get mad at me if I mess up” Hobie chuckled.

Miles felt his breath hitch.

“…I want to stay by your side for a very very long time Miles. I want to praise you endlessly in the span of seconds. I want to hear you rant about an endless slew of random things, like your piecebook or your favorite chocolates”

“I want to stay by your side long enough until our monikers are on each building and corner of New York and then some. I want to see a piece of us, together, wherever we look-A reminder that we’re together in all this shit. I want to be with you for a long while, Miles Morales. Will you stay by my side, for a long while.”

Hobie stared into Miles’s eyes. Miles’s stared into Hobie’s eyes.

“Hobie, I-“ Miles didn’t know what to say truthfully. He has so much admiration and love and respect and suprise for Hobie in this moment that he couldn’t truthfully put it into words. So he put it into action.

Miles leaned forward, face inches away from Hobie before he closed the gap. Lips met and Miles had never felt more at peace. They moved in sync as they let their love for each other communicate.

He loved this, physical intimacy that can’t be denied or not justified. He liked having this conformation that someone understood and loved him. And that was Hobie.

Hobie’s lips were soft, yet chapped and cold, yet warm and plump. Maybe he was just romanticizing his first kiss, but this was the best kiss he’s ever experienced.

They parted, unfortunately for the both of them and stared at each other. A beat skipped in Hobie’s heart when he heard Miles speak.

“I’ll stay by your side. For as long as possible, for as long as we’re together, I’ll stay with you forever, Hobie” A genuine smile displayed on Miles’s face.

He loved him so much.

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leiflitter · 1 month

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Hi I'm doing a research paper on antiheroes and I'm using Oliver as one example. Could you maybe tell me why he appeals to you as a character despite the murdering and the scheming etc

You come into my askbox while I sleep and make me think? First thing in the morning? BUT I SHALL ANSWER

won't make any sense probably but HEY!

I think the main reason I love Oliver is because I can see a lot of myself in him.

Cut bc this will be long af

Granted, my perspective on the character is... I spend a lot of time thinking about that idiot, so this is fully based on my interpretation of him buttttt

Okay, so the murders and scheming are firstly... Ambiguous. Elspeth is the only one we see as it happens- not in a flashback, big-twist, oh it was my evil plan all along #classwarfare #girlboss #theyhatetoseeabadbitchwinning way- and she's so far gone she's on a ventilator and just dies without it. How did she get so sick? It isn't mentioned. Honestly, as someone with long covid, she's wandering around London without a mask. LADY. YOUR LUNGS.

Everything else? The spiked bottle. The razorblades. They're shown to us at the end, this big gotcha moment... From someone who has clearly spent every moment since Felix Catton died trying desperately to gather some small piece of him.

His home is decorated like Saltburn. He's immediately trying to get back in. The moth battering itself against the window.

Whether or not Oliver Quick is an evil, scheming murderer is entirely down to your interpretation of that reveal montage. Mad props to Emerald for that.

My interpretation of it is... Not to say he's innocent, but that he's a sad, sad man grasping at straws to give himself more agency. He's spent years dwelling on and analysing the worst time of his life, and as a good Eng Lit student (dude was doing essays on Browning) he's turned it into a narrative.

If we stop suspending disbelief, then we have:

Felix

Oliver put some cocaine in a bottle (as evidenced by Oliver having the same sort of vial Farleigh has in the main hall). Oliver drank some. Felix drank some. He threw up, Felix died.

I have probably said this before, but Felix's death cannot be directly attributed to Oliver's actions.

Felix was in the bathroom, and although we don't see him doing lines, he's not just hanging out there for funzies. He's going hard, probably mixing drugs and booze. He's so off his tits that he doesn't notice how bad/bitter the booze Oliver gives him tastes. Plus there's a reason people snort cocaine; it's efficacy is highly reduced when eaten, and it takes far longer to reach the brain. How long would Felix have just stood in the maze? Waiting there like a sim with no activities queued until he keeled over?

It's likely that Felix overdosed, but it's really unlikely that Oliver was the sole cause, if he was the cause at all.

Venetia

He left razorblades near her. That's literally all we see. From Oliver as a character, I don't think he has the guts to actually, directly kill- and it wouldn't make sense to. He'd be found out immediately if he did- any sign of violence and the Cattons would have private investigators and all sorts at their disposal. He was in the next room. It'd be open and shut. I do think, from the blood on the floor, that she tried to go to his room for help and he ignored her- but!

Leaving something sharp near someone in distress is another shitty scheme. What was he going to do if she didn't notice them? What if she knocked them off the side of the tub accidentally? Was he going to leave her a post-it note like HI V PLS KYS LUV OLLIE to make sure she noticed them?

Another thing that often is kinda... Glossed over... Is that Oliver is a fuckin teenager, and he isn't as smart as he portrays himself.

Olls. Why would you fool about with Felix's sister in plain view of the house? Ollie. What exactly did you expect one email to do? Erase Farleigh from existence? Oliver. Mate. You left your phone in the bathroom? Where Felix "no boundaries" Catton could find it? Why? Did you need to play Snake in the bath THAT BADLY? Oliver. Why would you lie about something so easily disprovable? Oliver Quick, you started digging a hole and it became Felix's fucking grave.

Older Oliver has turned what happened into a narrative where He Has Agency. He did it, and he did it on purpose, because HE WASN'T IN LOVE WITH FELIX (he was in love with Felix). He had a plan, you see, it wasn’t him being desperate and trying anything, everything he could to stay close to Felix.

He wasn’t a weird, awkward teenager who went away from home, fell in love with someone entirely unobtainable- due to socioeconomic bracket, gender, the year, all of that- and was so desperate to be near Felix that he built an unsustainable web of lies that fell apart. I think the maze scene is Oliver at his most honest, because he doesn't understand why his performance is any different, other than the amount of effort he's put in.

No, he was evil. A bad guy. A wolf in sheep's clothing, Felix his innocent victim. He's a genius... Because what is the alternative for Oliver Quick?

Admit that he was little more than a child, lashing out, unable to accept his own feelings- as he's unable to accept them as an adult- and now...

The immutable fact is that Felix died, and Oliver will never be over it.

What's the safer option?

I was a mess and I might be responsible for this and I was lashing out and I might have killed the thing I loved most because I fucked it all up.

I did it all on purpose.

And... To bring this back to the question.

I have been Oliver Quick in the bit before the bike scene. I've watched people I'd like to be friends with, living a life I was too shy or scared to go after. I can remember desperately wanting to be cool, to have a backstory, to be compelling...

I just never got desperate enough to lie. And I'm doing pretty good now, but I fucking get it. To want that connection so badly, to yearn for the life you see other people living, to want to be someone other than yourself.

So y'know

That's why I love him.

#leiflitter answers #leiflitter rambles #saltburn brainrot #yah!posting

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ggukiepie · 11 months

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girl in luv (boy in luv pt. 6)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook finally tells you what you've been wanting to hear for so long...but you're still not happy

tags: bil!couple, college!au, bff!jk, two idiots in love, angst (what's new), fluff, happy ending !!!, kissing hihi

wc: 3.5k

a/n: lmaoooo hi im sorry this took so long. i didn't like what i originally wrote so i scrapped the whole thing and well here it is! i hope u guys like it. this is the last part for the series. tho i do plan to post some drabbles here and there (like their first time together maybe) but no promises anw thats its bye happy reading !!!! series masterlist / main masterlist

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Your phone suddenly buzzes—someone was calling you. Though, instead of answering it, you stuff your phone between your couch cushions to block out the noise. You don’t dare look at your screen, sure you’ll get tempted to answer the call—whoever that was. You haven’t got much social interaction these days, always choosing to go straight home after each class, eating by yourself, declining invites to parties and hangouts. It’s not like anyone’s forcing you to be this way. You did this to yourself, really. You’d rather be alone than hangout with people. You didn’t have the energy to do so. You just wanted to be in your bubble a little bit longer.

Deep down, you know you’re craving to talk to someone. Anyone. But somehow you always end up alone. With your thoughts.

Self-sabotage, if you will.

The thoughts don’t help either. Your mind always drifts to Jungkook. Sometimes you think about him and his girlfriend. Most of the time, you think of your friendship. You missed what you had, even though you had to guard your heart every time, even if you got your hopes up at the simplest of actions. You missed being with Jungkook because for the time you were with him, he felt like he was…yours? There was no doubt that you were his. Had been from the start but didn’t realize it till later on. Your heart always craved for him, yearned for him when he wasn’t with you. Your heart felt lighter when you were together, be it doing the most mundane of things or sharing a special moment.

If you could just toughen up and tell him how you feel. But it was easier said than done. He already indirectly rejected you when he got together with some girl. But why would he reject you if he never knew how you felt? Maybe you were too busy protecting your heart, protecting the friendship you might lose if you would’ve confessed. You never thought he’d feel the same, even though you had moments that felt like he did.

You shake your head to rid your thoughts. You try to focus on writing the essay in front of you. Your Friday nights felt different now—stuck doing homework while your friends were partying.

You’re finally two pages deep when you hear frantic knocking on your door. You check the time on your laptop and see it’s a little past one in the morning. You suddenly rush to open your door, scared that you’d get a noise complaint all of a sudden.

You stand frozen, mouth agape at the scene in front of you.

“Huh?” you dumbly say.

It’s your three closest friends in your doorway. Jimin and Taehyung are somewhat conscious—at least they’re standing upright. But you notice the sway in their stance and you can smell the alcohol off of them. But it’s Jungkook between them that makes you freeze. He’s passed out, you’re sure of it, and the only reason why he’s sort of standing up is because Jimin and Tae have his arms around their shoulders.

“Why are you guys here?” you finally say.

It’s Taehyung who speaks up, smiling that smile he has when he wants something to go his way. When he has a plan that you might say no to (which you usually do). “Jungkook,” he points at Jungkook, as if you’d confuse him with anyone else, “is drunk.”

“I can see that,” you deadpan.

“And!” Tae rushes to say, like you’re about five seconds from shutting the door in their faces. “He kept asking for you. So we are simply complying with his request.”

“Because we are great friends,” Jimin pipes in. Taehyung nods in confirmation.

“Me?” you whisper, as if Taehyung were referring to anyone else. Your mind isn’t any better than his drunk one at this point.

“Yes!” Jimin whisper shouts. “Now let us in, he’s kinda getting heavy.”

Jungkook makes an incoherent sound from where his head is leaning on Tae’s shoulder, drool making a wet patch on the poor guy’s shirt. You take pity on your best friend and step aside to let in all of them, even though your heart’s racing because Jungkook is in your apartment.

Holy shit.

You watch them bring his unconscious body to your couch (they actually drop Jungkook and giggle all the way to your door, saying their goodbyes without looking back).

You huff at the sight in front of you. Jungkook’s cheeks are flushed red and he’s a little bit sweaty. Though, he looks so peaceful sleeping on your couch. Was he really looking for you?

You get a glass of water and two aspirins, placing it on the coffee table near him. The moment you near him, you kneel by his head and wipe the stray hairs on his forehead. You look at Jungkook, like really look at him. His eyebrows are scrunched together like something’s troubling him in his dreams. His lips are in a slight pout, lip ring glistening under your light (when did he get that, anyway?), little puffs of air coming out his mouth.

“Am I…” he mumbles. Your heart races. His eyes are still closed, but his mouth continues to move. “Am I at ____’s?”

Your heart seizes at the sound of your name. You gulp and nod slowly, then realize that he can’t hear you. “Yeah…” you trail off. “You’re in my living room.”

“Oh,” your best friend says as his eyebrows scrunch up some more. “Missed you.”

You sit back on the floor and hug your knees to yourself, preparing for whatever it is that he might say next. A drunk man’s words are his sober thoughts, right?

“Jimin and Tae said you were looking for me?”

“Mhmm,” he mumbles. “Wanted to… tell you somethin’”

You shake your head. Though your heart yearned to know, you also do know it’s not the right time. Not when he’s drunk. He might just regret his words now the next morning, which might even hurt worse than what he’s about to say. “Save it for tomorrow, Kook.” You push yourself off the floor but he stops you by holding your wrist, albeit weakly.

“Nuh uh…” he whispers. “Need to know…now. Broke up with Jiwoo.” He opens his eyes slightly and looks at you right away.

“Jungkook—”

“Like,” he continues to say, “I did it for you.”

You feel your anger rising, your body heating everywhere. “I didn’t tell you to do anything,” you firmly say.

Jungkook moves to sit up and you take a step back. “No,” he shakes his head slowly. “Jus’ didn’t feel right.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you finally walk to your bedroom, slamming the door and locking it shut. You block out the sounds of Jungkook weakly calling out your name. Your fists clench in anger, the words Jungkook just uttered replaying in your head over and over. He couldn’t just dump his problems, turn around the narrative and make it seem like you made him break up with Jiwoo. That you asked him to end things with her because it didn’t feel right. And he forced himself into your home, your personal space—and drunk at that! He knew all your weak spots and used it to his advantage.

You hope he’d be gone in the morning. You don’t think your heart can hurt any more.

You hear pans clinking which promptly wakes you up. You weren’t able to sleep that much, actually, knowing Jungkook was right outside your room. You guess he stayed in the morning. He’s either cooking in your kitchen, or someone’s trying to steal your pans.

Rubbing your eyes as you open your bedroom door, you spot Jungkook by the stove with his back turned to you. He seems to be making scrambled eggs—which is the only thing he can make confidently.

“Morning,” you say. You might as well clear the air as early as now. You watch his back tense for a millisecond before he turns off the stove and sets the pan on your dining table. He turns to face you and brings a hand up to brush his hair back, a nervous tick of his that you noticed a few years back.

“Good morning,” he mumbles.

“So,” you start.

It’s so awkward you might cry again. When did things get this out of place? You start to rethink your feelings. You haven’t even confessed yet it feels like you’ve lost your best friend already. What if you confessed? What would happen then? You felt your heart closing just thinking about it now. Was your friendship really that fragile? You and Jungkook hardly fought but even if you did, you always made up right away.

“___,” he says. You look up, eyes meeting his instantly. “About last night… I’m sorry I suddenly barged into your place. I guess I really forced Tae and Jimin to bring me here.”

You nod and lean on the wall behind you, preparing for a long talk with him.

“I just really missed you, I guess—”

“Do you remember what you said last night?” you ask harshly, cutting him off so quick his shoulders tense.

Jungkook swallows nervously and nods his head. “Yeah and… I don’t know if there’s a better to say it, really. But we did break up, ____. She just wasn’t it for me.”

“And you said you did it for me,” you say, pushing him to just get to the point.

“Yes, because I realized that my heart never belonged to her. It belonged to you. Still does,” he says in a rush.

You eye him sharply, staring at his features and expression to make sure he’s completely telling the truth. You want to believe him, you really do, but why would he say that then be with someone else.

“It doesn’t make sense,” you finally say. “Why did you get together with her, then?”

“I don’t know—”

“You don’t know,” you repeat, and Jungkook’s eyes widen in panic. “You think you can come running to me right after a break up? Like I’m some second option? You don’t love her enough so you run to me instead?”

Jungkook opens and closes his mouth, mind thinking quickly to say something. His hands start to tremble and he brings a hand up to push back his hair. “I didn’t mean that,” he says hoarsely. “I didn’t realize it soon… And—” he stutters to catch his breath. “I was just scared—”

You’re fuming at this point. How could he do this to you? To just play with your feelings like that? “Get out.”

“____—"

“I mean it, Jungkook,” you shakily say. “You’ve hurt me enough. Just leave, please.”

He looks at you longingly, doe eyes watering before he nods and turns to the door in silence. You watch him put his shoes on before he leaves, not sparing you a glance. You don’t realize you’ve been tearing up as well, wiping the tears on your cheeks. Walking to the kitchen counter, you realize that Jungkook made chocolate chip pancakes. Your favorite.

It’s been a week since the incident with Jungkook and you haven’t talked to him since then. You also missed your weekly brunch with your friends, too afraid to face Jungkook. Thinking about it now, were you a little bit too harsh? Maybe. You thought you’d finally be happy upon hearing his confession but instead you pushed him away, shut him out. Because you’re scared. Terrified. Things were already going so well with Jungkook when you both were just best friends and you don’t think you can lose him forever should you actually get together and then break up.

Funny since it feels like you’ve lost him already.

It’s 8 am and you’re all alone in the student council office, trying to get some studying done as you were restless staying in your apartment. Staying there just reminds you of Jungkook, so you’ve been spending your mornings here before the other people arrive.

Suddenly, the door opens which is unusual. You usually have the place to yourself for at least another three hours. Curiously, you look up and find your best friend standing by the doorway, laptop and coffee in hand.

It’s silent for a moment, the both of you drinking each other in. Jungkook looks like he hasn’t gotten much sleep, eye bags dark and skin lackluster. You suppose you don’t look any better, knowing you barely got any sleep the past few days.

“Hi,” he finally says. You’re glad you have the long table separating the two of you. You don’t think your heart can handle being physically closer.

“Are you here for something?” you ask hesitantly.

“Can I…” He trails off, looking at the printer by the corner. You’d be laughing by now under normal circumstances. You nod instead, because it’s bizarre seeing Jungkook here asking if he can print something, which is something he liked to do back when your friendship was intact. The room is silent as you see him connect his laptop to the printer, both of you avoiding each other’s eyes. It’s too silent, actually, that it’s driving you a bit insane.

“How many pages?” you ask.

“Uhm… Fifty?” he says like he’s unsure.

“Fifty?” you repeat in a gasp. The printer is free, sure, but it’s ancient. Fifty pages will take too long and you don’t know if you can stand being in the room with him for half an hour or so.

Jungkook hands you the coffee he brought with him. “I bought you coffee as thanks.” He smiles ever so slightly and watches as you take a sip. Of course, it’s your usual order at the café down the street.

He looks at you expectantly but you’re too busy looking down at the coffee in your hands, too nervous to lock eyes with him. A few seconds later you hear him exhale and it’s just the sound of the printer in the room.

Your chest feels so tight all of a sudden like it’s ready to burst out of your ribcage any minute. It feels so heavy, so constricting that it’s starting to hurt physically. Is it really worth it harboring all this anger and pain? For conjuring up these theories in your head that will make you push him further away?

You shake your head to yourself and look up expecting to lock eyes with his, but his back is turned to you.

“Did you really mean what you said last week?” you blurt out.

Jungkook jumps in surprise and whips his body to face you, doe eyes wide. He looks surprised but he also looks relieved, and your heart breaks a little more seeing the relief cross his face the moment you talk to him.

He starts playing with the hem of his shirt absentmindedly. “I did,” he mumbles. “I mean every word I said, and I’m really sorry that everything had to turn out this way when I could’ve just been brave and confessed all those years ago.”

You nod your head at his words and process what he just said. Deep down you know you believe him, but it’s hard to keep that in mind when the hurt outweighs the truth. You look up at him with a sad smile on your face. “Why now, Kook? After all these years.”

He sighs and leans on the chair in front of him. You notice his shoulders deflate and his back hunch a little. He looks tired and you feel your own tiredness in your bones as well. “I was just scared. Us being friends was so comfortable and so good… I was just scared of things changing and me losing you.”

You bite your lip to stop yourself from crying. Looking to the side of the room to avoid his stare, you whisper, “And I know—” you choke on your words and clench your hands in frustration. “And I know I’m at fault as well—for assuming and pulling away once you got together with her. I had no right because we’re just…friends.”

It’s quiet save for the printer and his feet shuffling on the floor. You turn towards him to see Jungkook slowly walking to where you’re sat. Once he’s standing in front of you, he raises his hands towards your face but stops midway. Like he’s about to hold you but he’s hesitant.

You’re tilting your head to look up at him, eyes shiny with tears but lip turned upwards in a small smile. It’s ok, you mouth, because you don’t trust yourself to speak right now. You watch Jungkook hold your face in his hands, thumbs going behind your ears to rub at your skin slowly, fingers splayed on your cheeks to wipe your tears away.

He gathers your face in his hands, thumbs gently brushing the tears streaming down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers shakily. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m so, so sorry.”

You nod your head absentmindedly, heart squeezing at the affectionate way he talks to you.

“I really am sorry,” he repeats. “I… Yeah, we’re just friends but I’d like to believe that we both just know. That you felt my love the same I’ve been feeling yours ever since. Even though we’re just friends. But…I know better now.”

You look at him confusingly and he looks away from you and smiles, his cheeks turning a light shade of red. You watch in silence as he plays with his lip piercing distractedly. Finally, he turns to you still with that smile on his face. His thumb starts playing with your lower lip but he’s looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes.

You’ve seen this look on him before, every time you’re with him, and now do you only realize that it’s a look full of love, desire, yearning.

“It’s scary if we do become something more and I end up losing you,” he starts, “but I’d rather live a life of at least knowing what it feels like to love you and be loved by you, than doing nothing at all.”

Tears are streaming down your face but you’re smiling so wide and Jungkook’s doing the same as well, with his nose even scrunching up and his dimples showing.

“I think it’s normal to feel scared,” you finally reply. “But I’d also rather live a life of us loving together than loving from afar.”

It’s silent for a moment as you and Jungkook stare at each other. He’s wiping off your tears which makes him cry a little more, so you wipe his tears next. You’re both crying now but with happy smiles on your faces and it prompts you both to laugh.

“We were kinda stupid, huh?” Jungkook says in between giggles.

You nod and giggle back. “A bit silly, yeah.”

“Can I kiss you?” he suddenly asks. Your heart starts racing and your palms get clammy. You start feeling nervous but it’s the good kind, finally getting to do something you’ve been anticipating, been waiting for ever since you realized your heart belonged to your best friend.

“Please,” you whisper.

Jungkook wastes no times in leaning forward, his grip on your cheeks tightening just a bit, pulling you upwards to meet his lips. Your lips finally touch and it steals your breath away. Quite literally.

Jungkook’s lips are soft, slots perfectly right in between yours. He kisses how he holds you—gentle and careful. Your heart skips a beat when you feel his tongue, and you grant his wish by opening your lips just slightly.

There are no fireworks or sparks or anything grand like that. Your heart suddenly feels calm and at ease. Like this is what you’re meant to do. It feels like coming home for the first time where everything feels right. You feel a great weight lift off your shoulders and you know you’ve made the right decision by choosing love.

Jungkook pulls back but only slightly so he can catch his breath. He keeps his forehead pressed against yours and when he speaks, you feel his lips move.

“I love you,” he whispers, and the way he looks at you with his eyes, like it holds so much love and adoration and it’s all for you. “Wish I said it sooner but I don’t want to think about that. Don’t want to live and continue on with regrets. I’m so happy to have you like this,” he whispers shakily. “So lucky to be able to love you like this.”

You kiss him again which causes him to smile so wide that his dimples pop out. “I love you too.” You giggle again. Saying it is so freeing and it feels so normal too. Not some grand epiphany or realization. Like you’ve known ever since. Like your heart has felt this way throughout your years of friendship with Jungkook and only now are you able to verbalize it. You know you’re lucky, too, to be able to have him in this way. But you don’t want to give too much credit to luck. You believe yours and Jungkook’s love were destined ever since.

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook one shot #jungkook drabble #college jk #college jungkook #mine #writing #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts one shot #bts drabble #sab writes

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zedrine · 6 months

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hii, can i request a sunny x reader? it's where reader is like. working on homeworks for 2 hours straight and they notice sunny wanting their attention silently so reader stops working on the homework, teases sunny for it, then gives him big kisses

i LIVE for touch starved sunny you don't know how much i adore this boy 💔💔💔

Z.4 — “an hour or so.”

PAIRINGS : SUNNY x Reader

WARNINGS : swearing (only a few tho :D)

DESC : already mentioned

NOTES : WIZHCBFEJDBFN UOURE SO REAL FOR THAG LAST SENTENCE … ALSO IM SORRY IF THIS CANE SO FUCJING LATE IM SO BUSY THESE DAYS WTH😭😭💔⁉️

Swoosh, swoosh, swish — clack, click, clack

Hours and an hour (from 10pm to 11pm), pages and pages, spilled ink and pencil shavings. If this wasn’t Hell, then, fuck, it doesn’t exist!

“UGH!” you exclaimed quite loudly, banging on the page-filled coffee table; something (like a black figure) flinched on your peripheral vision — for a moment there, you’d thought it was the Grim Reaper about to snatch your soul.

But as you quickly veered your head, your sore eyes softened at the sight of your boyfriend cowering away in fear, slightly trembling as he breathed deeply.

“Sunn, hey,” you hastily (yet quietly) crawled over to his side, kissing both his cheeks and nose, “I’m sorry, luv.”

SUNNY’d just woken up whilst MEWO snuggled against his chest, but still sleeping peacefully after the loud bang. “Sorry,” he whispers, eyes closed as he leans on your hand caressing his cheek, “w-what time is it?”

“Eleven pm, but don’t worry — I’ll be finishing soon,” you grinned, kissing his forehead next. He sighed, both in frustration and relief from your touch, “That’s what you said, thrice, forty minutes ago.”

You chuckled, “Yeah, yeah, sorry,” you scratched MEWO’s chin, making her stretch by instinct. “Just… two more assignments, then I’m done. I promise.”

He only looked down at MEWO as she shifts her position, hinting that he, surprisingly, was sulking. ‘Cept you were too drained (or stupid?) to realize it.

You then crawled back to your laptop; one hand typing some essay, then switching tabs to a presentation slide, while the other hand wrote down answers on multiple booklets at once. Yikes.

But, even after all these tasks, you felt a sense of uncomfort.

And that’s when you finally turned your head back to SUNNY, who was looking straight at you, seeping into your overworked soul. With no emotion displayed.

You stared right back at him — any other person would’ve mistook him for being a creep, but you saw his eyes. They were.. strangely glossy; full of tears on the verge of overflowing. “Sunn,” you called.

He stayed unresponsive. Instead, he looked down, fidgeting with MEWO’s droopy paws — like a behaved child, waiting for his sister. Lover.

“Yes?” he responded, finally, but in a stern tone. His voice showed no quivering, but he seemed as if he’d shatter upon a single gush of wind.

You sighed — you knew this night wasn’t going to be easy, especially when you have a clingy boyfriend; “I love you,” you said, “I–”

We all know how “I’ll be finishing soon” would end up like.

It was silent for a moment or two, until you finally stood up — but SUNNY stayed silent. “Hunny,” you called, reaching out your palm to him, which he reluctantly holds. But his head was still lowered.

You placed two fingers on his chin, “Look uuupp!~” you said in a singsong tone — which made him grumble, and you a soft chuckle. “Look,” you placed your hands on his drooped shoulders, then sighed, “I’ll stop now.”

He jolted his head up, shocked, “But..” he hesitated as he spoke lowly, hands fidgeting with one another, “what about your projects??”

“Nah,” you shrugged, “fuck them. I’ll finish them tomorrow.” You cupped his face with both hands, kissing his face from all directions as he giggles softly from the affection.

“Mmh!- Stop!-” He grumbled between laughs.

You booped his blushed nose, “Aww, look! You’re blushing!~” He shut his eyes closed tight to stop you from attacking his face any further, “N-No, I’m not!”

“Heh”, you chuckled. “Get the bed ready,” you kissed his forehead again, tousling his locks. “I’ll clean things up here.”

#omori #omori x reader #omocat #omori fanfic #omori game #omori sunny #oneshots #sunny #sunny omori #sunny x reader #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfic #fics #fic #fictional #fiction #x reader #xreader

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moonlitmeeks · 1 year

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bbf remus x sirius sister reader! how ab where they sneak off to a date at hogsmeade? <3

-🫶 i luv ur writing sm!!

bbf!remus will always and forever have my heart— this idea is SO cute n i hope you like it my love!!!! and thank u so much pls,, you're too sweet??:(( this was longer than intended, but i got carried away!!!

you were deeply focused on your transfiguration homework when the sheet of paper fashioned into a crane narrowly avoided hitting the side of your head. snapping your head up, your eyes met remus' from across the library, a small smirk playing on his lips before he turned back to the other marauders.

you huffed a laugh, slowly unfolding the — undeniably well made — paper bird to reveal a note written in your boyfriend's familiar scrawl.

meet me outside the room of requirement tomorrow at 3. don't let sirius see you;)

though you rolled your eyes at the theatrical nature of his preposition, you couldn't fight the smile that made its way onto your face, your heart beating a little faster at the thought of what tomorrow would bring.

always a reassurance was the fact that your brother was totally oblivious to the relationship between you and remus. over the span of your relationship, sirius had never suspected a thing. he was simply happy at the fact his best friend and his sister seemed to get along, not dwelling on the occasions he caught you two speaking at a party, or smiling at each other across the room.

never had the night felt so long, but finally, three o' clock the next day came around. you bounced on your heels awaiting remus' arrival, looking over your shoulder every now and again in search of your brother.

a pair of hands covered your eyes, accompanied by a low tone mumbling "guess who?"

you jumped, before spinning on your heel to be greeted by remus' beaming face. his cheeks were slightly flushed, providing a pink sky for his freckles to form constellations on.

"y'gonna stare at me all afternoon, or can i take you out on this date?" he chuckled. "i've planned this quite well, so choose wisely."

to cover your embarrassment, you scoffed and started walking, grinning as remus jogged slightly to catch up with you.

"manage to get away alright?" you questioned, nervously taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

a swift nod from remus calmed your nerves instantly, and you allowed yourself to lean into his side as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

no matter how many questions you asked, remus refused to tell you where the two of you were going until you got there. it was only when you arrived that you realised you were at hogsmeade.

the trees adorned with flickering candles paired with the cute thatched cottages and shops made for a perfectly romantic scene, and remus drank in the way your eyes lit up.

"i was thinking," he began, wetting his lips a little, "we could go round honeydukes and scrivenshaft's and stuff, then head to madam puddifoot's for something to eat. only if you want, obviously."

your cheeks were near aching thanks to the intensity of your smile.

"that sounds perfect, rem."

remus had treated you to cauldron cakes and fizzing whizzbees with no complaint, and happily followed you around scrivenshaft's, even desperately trying to convince you to buy a pot of rainbow ink to write your upcoming herbology essay in.

when you arrived at madam puddifoot's, remus led you to a quiet table hidden in the corner of the room, far from the other couples occupying the shop. the windows were slightly steamed up, a result of the warmth that enveloped you the moment you set foot through the door.

over cups of tea, you and remus could be as affectionate as you wanted without looking over your shoulders every two seconds in fear of being caught. finally, you could be like any normal couple, holding hands and sharing chaste kisses with sugary lips.

the glow of the setting sun served as a cruel reminder that you should be heading back to the castle. though you stood up with a pout, remus pressed a soft kiss to your lips before smiling softly.

"there'll be other times. promise."

remus managed to sneak you both back into the castle undetected, easily answering sirius' questions about where you'd gotten to.

"i was reading in the library and lost track of time." the words slipped through his lips with ease, his composure unwavering. "found y/n here on my way back. she must've been hiding from you, pads."

sirius laughed at this, ruffling your hair playfully without questioning either of you. as he and remus were swept up in conversation regarding a new prank peter had brainstormed, you could let your mind wander back to the afternoon you and remus had shared.

it was a day you'd hold dear to your heart forever.

#🦢 ; bee’s drabbles!#; 🫶 anon!#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fic #remus lupin fluff #bbf!remus #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders x y/n #marauders era #marauders drabble #marauders blurb

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localpieceofshitgirl · 1 month

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hello! this is my first time requesting anything on tumblr but would you mind doing a ghost x fem!reader who is in college and having a slight meltdown because of stress ? please and thank you ! 🫶🏻

ofc cutieeee!!

also i haven’t posted in forever im so sorry! requests are still open tho😉😉

you had been literally drowned in schoolwork. you had no chance for shopping, eating, sleeping, LIVING. the only way you got any food was either in the morning at the drive thru on the way to ur campus or simon doordashing or bringing you food. it had been so much stress you needed one night off. simon had seen how stressed you were so he invited you to sleep at his house for the weekend.

on saturday night you had been a working on an essay and were heavily stressed. “have you seen this new movie luv..?” simon asked. you quickly responded, engrossed in your work “no.” he picked up the remote to his tv “we should watch it, yeah?” he asked , you sighed and rolled your eyes “i-i cant i have to write this and then go finish my portfolio..i-i just have so much to do.” you rambled, beginning to tear up. “hey hey it’s ok.” simon spoke softly, reaching for you with his burly arms. he cradled you for a good 30 minutes while you cried into his chest

#fanfic #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty fanfic #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #cod x y/n

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stitchwraith-stingers · 4 months

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HAII!!! SURPRISE GIFT JUMPSCARE!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! luv u all!!!

lampwick for @castlingvanias , sophia carter for @springbonnie-fanclub , amaya izumi for @valleyfthdolls , heath for @frindoka, ocha for @toothlesstdm , satoshi for @cobrajacky and GLaDoS for @bearionette

tried to get every detail on these guys sorry if i missed something </3 ALSO IM SORRY FOR ANY SHAKEY LINES THE MOUSE I USUALLY USED DECIDED TO STOP WORKING THE MOMENT I STARTED TO WORK ON THIS AND I HAD TO USE MY SISTERS GAMER MOUSE RIP

seperate versions under cut + extra words <3

andrew - HI ANDREW SORRY IK UR IN UR PKMN BRAINROT MOMENT RN BUT I ALWAYS LOVE TO DRAW LAMPWICK EVEN THOUGH I DONT KNOW HER AWHOLE ALOT <333 thank you for making pinnochio yuri real in ur adapation and i did not expect you to follow me after i found ur andrew art that one time and im still so happy i mananged to name one of ur aus AKJDKJ ALSO YOU JUST ALWAYS HAVE THE BEST OPINIONS EVER . EVERYTIME YOU GO INTO MY ASKBOX TO TYPE AN ESSAY UR THAT ONE GUY WRITING ON FIRE GIF... COOLEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN

bonnie - THANK U FOR HAVING SUCH BASED OPINIONS I LOVE THE IDEA OF TRANSFEM JULIUS... estrogen probably saved her... GRAHH I LOVE UR PIXEL-ISH ART STYLE AND YOU ALSO JUST GET IT.. YOU GET EVERYTHING AND I ALWAYS TRUST U W FAZ FRIGHTS OPINIONS..... yes rouge thank you for listening to my insane ramblings about peeing in a hot topic /ref (how faz frights yuri should be more popular)

onyx - GRAHH I LOVE UR IDEAS SO MUCH UR SO GOOD W WORDS i love ur au as well AND I LOVE UR IDEA OF VANNY / VALENTINE....that one time you made a comment about how ur impressed w the fact i can draw in ms paint has stayed in my mind i dont know why ..... ONE HUNDRED BILLION TRILLION SMILES AND HUGS... UR SO COOL AND EPIC WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE IT

fret - HII FRET .. NOT ALOT OF WORDS CUZ WE ARENT SUPER CLOSE SORRY </3 ur art is so epic and awesome and i love how you draw tufts so much ... i did not expect you to refind me again after i dissapeared from twt LOL but so cool and epic... i tried to get heath as accurate as possible but i couldnt find a ref that wasnt from september and i wasnt sure if it was updated so im sorry if i got anything wrong </33 i LOVEDD doing the stripes so much sorry the ones on the tail look so rushed

lillie - WE DONT TALK ALOT EITHER!!! I LOVE HOW COMPLICATED YOU CAN DO ANY DESIGN!!!!!!!! i tried to challange myself to get it fully accurate to the ref i found.. yeah that anon was me sorry....GRAHH UR ART IS SO PRETTY IM GRABBING YOU LIKE A SOPPY WET CAT.. PEACE AND LOVE ON THE PLANET EARTH you are the most joyus person on the planet i have ever seen i swear if i walk into your room it would be straight up the sun you are SO HAPPY AND POSITIVE I LOVE IT

charolette - HIII ... KEEPING THE RUNNING THEME OF ALWAYS MISPELLING UR NAME CUZ I CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO SPELL IT.. YOUVE BEEN HERE THE LONGEST ... EVER SINCE MY DA DAYS AND MY DRTWT SHINANIGANS... i will forever mourn the fact the 'WHAT THE FUCK IS POISON GENDER' video where we dunked on some random romanian dudebro guy for making fun of my pkmn headcanons and we used danganronpa sprites is gone... ur the type of person to read the bible as if its some random every day novel and i think thats rad and cool.... this florust guy looks so cool i hope atleast he survives abit in ur fangan.. holding a cake that says IM SORRY THAT YOU KNEW ME WHEN I WAS 11

atlas - HI ATLAS... UR ART IS THE SHIT I LOVE IT... THE COLORS R SOSOSOSO BEAUTIFUL.. ONE BILLION SMILES FOR YOU AND I LOVE UR CASSIE DESIGN... IF I EAT UR ART IT WOULD PROBABLY TASTE LIKE MANGO... GRAHHH i cant believe we started to talk after you drew my cookie run oc that one time... ITS SO COOL TO SEE HOW FAR YOUVE GONE W UR ART.. i tried to keep the blocky shape of ur GLaDoS design AND IT WAS SO FUN TO EXPIRIMENT WITH..... yipee

#calico.exe #SORRY FOR ANY MISPELLINGS... PEACE AND LOVE ON THE PLANET EARTH #hope u all like it <3333 i speedran this in 2 days and i did not expect it either #ms paint #mspaint #artists on tumblr #my art #gift #gift art #SORRY FOR ANY OTHER MUTUAL WHO SEES THIS I PICKED THE FIRST 7 PEOPLE THAT CAME TO MIND #ALSO MERRY CHRISTMAS IF YOU DO CELEBRATE IT* IF YOU DONT SORRY #also special shout out to my slowed glass animals and the worst playlist i could have conjured up cuz i listened to them like 30 times #while making this

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braaan · 8 months

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welcome new author! to start, what are some of your favorite fics?

hello! thank you for the welcome and collectively — everyone — for reading! i didn't expect much when i posted my first fic, so have been blown away by how much luv there is to go around in the community :')

NOW i don't say this lightly: i am surrounded by greats and just truly always in awe — the smuts here go so crazy LOL

however, i am a complete SUCKER for intentionality / flair / fun / setup / style always always always. there is something about plot, and having the confidence to flex that kind of control will make me stop and want to vomit no matter what i'm reading — smut is hot but literary control.... my god......... off the top of my head:

Initial D'ed (@writerpeach) — i still have the eurobeat playlist i had on in the background while i read this and TRULY 10/10 immersion. tempo, pedal to the metal pacing, and bratty chaewon in between lyrics and laser synths....... 10/10.

Obedience (@summersault31) — what a premise, right: in-line push / pull of focus between who might be on the train and where you and yuna are, the in the background of the conductor PA overhead... SO good.

takes one to know one (@majorblinks) — i could write an essay on the takes one to know one sized hole i have in my brain. the mirroring, the fucked up footsies, the kindred souls and how expertly it's wielded — just so so clever and equal parts INSANE.

MATCHMAKER (@capslocked) — among many, many things, i just LOVE the wit that bleeds through everywhere. there's a lot of literal movement in this, and no scene change isn't bookended with a flipping the cliche on its head (someone's walking in on us, i left my jacket back there, 'my eyes are up here'). so snarky and smart, such a gem of a fic.

i know i'm missing a bunch of other fics that i devoured; i am TRULY surrounded by greats, and just always always a fan before anything else. thank you for the ask!

#asks

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 22 - Hide Your Phone When You’re Drunk || Layla El-Faouly x m!reader

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Summary: You are Layla's ex-boyfriend. After a night of binge drinking, you feel the urge to text your ex-girlfriend.

Warnings: descriptions of smutty behaviours

Word count: ~ 840

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Sexting Here's a non-linear story where Layla had a relationship with a male reader before she met Marc, and she is not truly happy with him and misses her ex. The warning has been given

You returned home completely wasted. While playing with a screen under the influence of alcohol, you got a stupid idea and wrote to your ex, Layla, asking whether she liked a picture of a sticking cock you've sent her.

She replied after a minute with a picture of her tits and a note "jerk yourself at it"

You: I didn't mean that, but thanks, I haven't seen you for a long time, honey

Layla: Now you have to show yourself as well

You sent her a picture of your dick, or rather boxers, with equipment clearly defined underneath.

Layla: What is this? Y/N, I wanted a cock! 🍆

You: And I'd like a pussy! 🥵👅

"Now show me your cock!" Layla texted, along with a picture of her spread legs and her open pussy.

Perhaps she's drunk as well, you thought as she started being vulgar. She received a photo of a cock without boxers, standing slightly.

Layla: I want it how I like it! Put it up, it must be stiff and shiny! Play it like you mean it

You: 😏It would have to be slimed by you and hung over your head 😏😏

Layla: You'd have to be in a position hahaha, what a silly idea, Y/N

Layla received a short clip after you lowered the phone and took a nice angle, turned on the recording, and started jerking off, thinking about her.

Layla: Thanks, it's been a long time since I've seen one up close

You: But you have a man, what's his fucking name? Marc?

Layla: Yeah... fucking like it's a formality in the bank

You: What do you mean?

Layla: Spreading my legs, turning around, showing my ass, stretching my ass with my hands, grinding my holes with his cock until he cums, pushing the cum out, wiping myself, washing up and going to sleep, that's my reality. Have you already cum, luv?

The thought of her being so sexually uncomfortable made you frown slightly. She sent another text after a longer period of time, asking again: Layla: Have you cum?

You: Nah, didn't write to have cyber fun lol 😂 I didn't think you were just fucking around, no fun, but rather you always liked a bit of fun before and after 😏

Layla: My preference would be to watch a cock straddle me in my every hole rather than simply feeling the lubricating gel, followed by a hard cock in my unstretched ass

You: From your perspective, how did it work out?

She must have been offended, you thought after waiting about 15 minutes after your last text was left without a response from Layla. Due to the late hour, you decided to take a shower. When you set your alarm clock after the shower, you noticed a message notification. You checked it reluctantly, convinced that you had just received another ranting message. Instead, this was the biggest message you've ever seen someone send. It resembled a fucking essay.

Layla: When I knelt in front of your erect cock, just looking at it, taking it in my mouth, licking it, and sucking it made me turn on 😍 Additionally, grabbing your slightly dangling balls was always a good way to keep you from shoving your cock down my throat, since you often fucked me in my throat like you were driving into my ass without resistance haha 🥵 When I held your cock in my mouth, I often had to suck to keep my neck from getting too tired. My neck hurt anyway after a while, so I put my hands on your ass and pushed you down. Your cock would then push into my mouth as you dropped yourself down, and I could see the ball sack coming toward my face. I felt the hard cock kneading my tongue and going almost down my throat, which I didn't like because I can't deep throat. Your half-hard cock with cum hanging over my face always got my attention, as did your cum running down your cock on the video when you jacked off, or when I finished you off with my hand while lying on your back for a hand job with my fingers drilling into your ass and me sucking on your balls. Watching you cum for me again or feeling your sperm on my face would be wonderful. Please don't take me for a pervert, but fuck, I miss you, Y/N 🥺

It was a severe shock, and your dick was standing all over the place; your response was to push your sweatpants down to record yourself jerking to the camera again until you spurted your cum on your lower, well-built abdomen, with a grunt.

Layla: That's what I needed, handsome. Now wash your dick and go to bed, because we have a long day tomorrow, don't we? Would you like to hang out, then?

You: Sure. If you message me when you're in our pub, I'll meet you there, ok?

Layla: Yes. If I said I didn't miss you, I'd lie... See you then, babe ❤️

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 1 year

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All I Do Is Think Of You

Hbcu Shuriri. Hbcu Black Fem

150 Follower Special!!

Summary : As you get an unexpected message telling you to come to shuri and Riri’s dorm you meet a surprise .

Authors Note:Thank you guys some much for 150 in less than a month I’m so appreciative of this milestone and keep enjoying the stories .

Warning:Fluff,Finna have you kick your feet.Metions of smut

Taglist: @tuesdaylovesu(wifey fr) @writesbyriri @yvxmpire @letitias-fav @womenlxver @randomhoex @locoforshuri @shuriislut @secretgyals @ziayamikaelson @saintwrld @niaalove @adeola-the-explorer @shuri-my-love @xxmilli @atssukoo @2k7-sparkles @malltake12

Part 1 Part 2 Special:Flour Everywhere

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Y/n's Pov

It was Friday pm you where finishing your assignments last minute.You where finishing the last word to your essay . “Finally that felt like forever “ you say stretching back in the chair . Your phone starts to flash and play your ringtone. You sit back normal to see what or who it was.

New Message

My Two LuvBugs 2️⃣❤️❤️🐞🐞

✨🫶🏾💜My Luv💜🫶🏾✨:

Riri Y/n meet me at the dorm .

You read to message from Shuri and fat ready. Looks like you finished the assignments just in time. You put on your uggs and You gather 3 things you need. Your phone your charger and keys. You walked to her dorm and knock on the door.

You had a grey crop top and you some white sweat shorts.For shoes you wore your black tasman ugg slippers. Shuri opened the door in shorts and tank top.

“I thought I gave you a key, “ she says as she opens the door so you could go in “Nah you ain't give me no key” You say walking in the dorm. “Looking back their shuri days hinting about your ass.”I'm in sweats “ you say as you sit on the couch “so your ass looking good back there” she says with a smirk.

A knock breaks the tension between you and Shuri. “I'll get it,” you say already getting up from the couch to get the door. You open the door to see riri “sorry I’m a little late I had to get my money from dj the nigga is stinnge” riri walks in the door and looks at you “You looking all good gon make it where you can’t walk for a good 3 days” she says with a chuckle .”what is it with y’all and These sweats” you ask with a chuckle. “You got natural beauty babes “ shuri comments . You and riri sit down next to each other . “Why did you want us here “ riri asks looking up .”PIZZA NIGHT”

you and riri look at each other.Confused on what shuri just previously said .”Like we order pizza we always do that” you ask being sassy . “Ok Ms girl bring the sas down when talking to me” she says doing a hand movement.”or what you ask her “We might have to postpone this pizza with ma over here being wildn “ shuri says riri looks at you with a smirk and so does shuri . “Okay okay woah woah there guys I can explain “ you say getting up from the couch.”Yeah buddy you can’t explain the attitude” riri says chuckling.”See instead of focusing on me how about we focus on the pizza thing” Yiu chuckles nervously.”Mhm” shuri says doing a eye roll.”Yeah whatever your let’s make this dough “.

You and your girlfriends found a recipe for pizza dough and start to creat the dough .As riri starts doing the dry ingredients the flour falls on the floor. “Shit the flour fell “ you try to get the flour to put it up and you think about a idea. You always wanted to do this as a kid so mind as we’ll help your inner child. “Flour fight” you say as you through flower at shuri. “Oh it’s on” . Shuri gets flour and throws at you . You get flour to throw at riri. “Oh shit” riri says getting flour and throwing it you. You get 2 hand fulls of flour and proceed to throw it at shuri and riri . Shuri and riri start to double team you “hey this isn’t fair Yall are double teaming me” . “Got you back for your attitude “ riri says .

After the small fight with flour it was everywhere The ground,your clothes ,the kitchen,and some parts of y’all hair . You look down to see flour on the lower part of your thigh all the way to your ankle . “I got flour everywhere “ you say looking at the 2 . The 2 begins to look at you than look at each other than proceeding to look back at you.

“Can we lick it off for you “ the ask getting your hand making the way to the bedroom. “Y’all sure can” you say with a smile

#shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri udaku #queen shuri #shuriri #shuriri y/n #shuri x reader #Spotify

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racfoam · 1 year

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Could you show art of how you see Voldemort in nynn? Love your stories!

(slams down a thick binder full of pictures and fanart with each artist)

Sit down, my friend, this will be an ESSAY.

Mostly, I imagine him how he is described in the books with a mix of the movie. I also own the illustrated editions of Goblet of Fire & Order of Phoenix illustrated by Jim Kay that I am yet to read in full but of course I flipped through all the pics and was very impressed with the way Kay drew Voldemort. I also am the young adult that grew up on the editions with the black-white US illustrations so those will have influenced my imagination, too. Then there are all the talented artists I follow here but my fav Voldemort artists are @leafiloaf, @nv-tumb and @golden-biro

Do I even have to describe why? Check them all out and you'll see why. I cannot screech over their art enough. Leafi captures Voldemort’s features perfectly. He is otherworldly and his eeeeyes 😍😍😍 (also, his eaaaaars, I luv them!) I think Leafi perfectly captured the "serpentine face" and "cat-like" eyes. I could look at Leafi's art for daaaays. They belong in a world-famous art gallery.

nv-tumb on the other hand, also has me staring at their Voldemort for hours — if you are wondering about nynn Voldemort's fingers, those would be the ones drawn by nv-tumb.

I won’t put their art up here, just click on their tumblr names and scroll into Harrymort heaven.

And golden-biro’s Voldy is also perfect. Just check them out.

Now, and I am excited for this, in nynn I describe Voldemort’s eyes as 'red scleras, iris visible in the sclera because it’s more crimson, eyes snake-like and a fang for orbs' You know which picture inspired me to describe them like that?

An illustration of Voldemort’s eyes across a two-page spread which stare directly into your soul from the page and you think he’s about to lunge at you out from the book.

Here it is. This is how I imagine nynn Voldemort's eyes.

As for the hands + fingers those are absolutely inspired by the illustrations in U.S. editions from 2000s because I am a 2000s kid.

This shit is what I LIVE FOR. PERFECT DEPICTION.

Also, also, also — I love this depiction of him regarding his build and overall aura. It is from GoF Slytherin Edition 20th Anniversary. ⬇️

And, last but not least, another Illustration from the OOTP Illustrated Edition by Jim Kay. His face is good, his arms and fingers perfect. Except nynn Voldy’s teeth aren't sharp, they're normal white teeth. Also, I like the depiction that his body is sth stitched together by magic and you can see the bones etc. ⬇️

Oh, and this one. This one is very popular, I love how the artist drew Voldemort. I think this is the closest depiction of nynn Voldemort from my head ⬇️

In short, I have no answer for this, he's sort of a mix of all styles in my head, but hopefully the tumblr artists I linked and the art I shared will give you an idea of how I imagine nynn Voldemort and some of his features. Also, he mostly wears a hood with his cloak in public. (In the scene in the alleyway, he wore the hood the entire scene, as he did when going to locate the Dursley house.) He only has it off with Harry, or takes it off to scare the shit out of people. You know, give them heart attacks. I think poor Molly would have a heart attack if she saw him. Did you know that wizards & witches don't actually know how Voldy looks like cuz he wears a hood? The Aurors only know him as hooded, faceless figure.

Hope these helped. Sending love ❤️

#asks

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sovtwords · 2 years

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HELLO LUV, I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW HAPPY I AM YOUR PASSION FOR WRITING HAS CAME BACK!!! I NEED MORE OF WHORROR SERIES BECAUSE I CAN REBUFF THOSE SEVEN EXISTING PARTS BY HEART LOL and because i am so excited and happy for you, perhaps can you start your new writing journey with the prompt of the third bullet point w/ Atsumu??? LOVE YOU AND GOOD LUCK <333

for: haikyuu!!

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

warnings: brief mention of sex

w/c: 657

a/n: THANK YOU MY DEAREST!!! I'm trying my hardest to get into writing again - I NEED to finish my whorror series!! AND THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN A PROMPT FOR MY MAIN SQUEEZE HEHEHE ILYSM

Atsumu feels like his heart is about to burst free from his chest like one of those weird alien things in that movie Suna showed him one night.

You’ve long since clued in on the fact that something was seriously up with Atsumu, if the table rattling underneath you was any indication. His leg bounces rapidly and steadily, each jitter making the table shake, making the cutlery twinkle rather obnoxiously, but the blonde doesn’t seem to notice the racket he’s making as he tries to focus on the essay in front of him. The words are blurry, a mess of syllables, periods and commas, and the screen is glaringly bright enough to put a strain on his eyes, yet he’s adamant about keeping his gaze set on his laptop, and not anywhere near you where you sit across from him at the table doing your own college work.

Roommates were supposed to be fun. They were supposed to be a source of entertainment, a buddy to drink with, someone to share half of the cooking and cleaning with, someone to give out to when the toilet wasn’t flushed. You weren’t supposed to strike up a ‘friend’s with benefits’ deal with them under the pretense of it strictly being just sex, you aren’t supposed to begin falling into their bed to seek more than just a quick fuck and instead drown yourself in the warmth of their affection and comfort, and you most definitely should not fall in love with them.

But here sits Miya Atsumu - notorious rule breaker. He didn’t just cross the line; he practically leapt and bounded over it like a happy elf just so he could be wrapped up in your arms and greedily inhale all the attention he could get.

He’s well passed the ‘butterflies in the stomach’ stage and is now wallowing in the ‘I am completely devoted to nobody but you’ stage of his little problem, and Atsumu knows he’s reaching a boiling point with every passing day he tries to smother his feelings and move on with his life.

And you - Gods, you - with your perfect everything, your kindness that is as unending as time itself, know that Atsumu needs to work out whatever if troubling him before he can ever come to rely on anyone else, and you wait with the patience of a saint for him to explode, ready to catch the pieces of his heart and glue it together again.

Atsumu breaks, allows himself a peek at you over the edge of his laptop, and wonders how someone slurping noodles with bags under their eyes and a hoodie with more holes in it than Swiss cheese could be the embodiment of beauty itself, and yet-

“S-So,” Atsumu finally snaps, and winces at the crack in his voice, but allows his voice to do all the work before he can melt into a puddle because of the gleam in your eye, how you drink in the entirety of his being like an artist to their muse. It makes him feel special in a way he was never allowed to feel before, and for that, he would give you the world and then some. “This is really awkward ‘cause I know I told ya I wasn’t lookin’ for love, but then I kinda fell in love and I would love it if you’d have me as yer boyfriend.”

Your eyebrows inch their way up to your hairline in surprise, and his mouth begins to ramble some more.

“W-Well I mean- we don’t have to go by any names like that I suppose if ya don’t like it. But it’d make me the happiest man in the world if ya did. And I understand if ya don’t feel the same way but I don’t wanna lose ya over something like this, and I-”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

His leg stops shaking.

And then it starts again twice as fast.

#atsumu x reader #haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu #drabbles #writing challenge #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu fanfic #atsumu fluff #atsumu imagines #atsumu scenarios #miya atsumu #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #fluff #hq fluff #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines

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