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sexualtensiongrowing21 · 8 days

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Letter from a loved one // T.N //

Theodore Nott X Reader

TW: angst?

Word Count: 842

Today has gone by eerily slowly.

Classes have dragged on, the meals were too short. It's as if there's this underlying feeling of dread that is just floating in the air. Contaminating everyone in the castle. Even Peeves has been uncharastically rude. I have barely seen any of my friends and when I did, they were in a bad mood. Hell, even I was in a bad mood. After a long day, such as today, all I want to do is climb into bed with Theo and sleep until tomorrow, but with him nowhere to be found I must find solace alone.

Theo has been secretive all year. Disappearing for hours, even days, at a time. Telling me not to worry, that in the end everything will be okay. How can I not worry when my boyfriend of two years is missing constantly and keeping secrets from me?

The common room is as gloomy as the rest of the castle. Like everyone is waiting for something terrible to happen. When I finally make it to my dorm it is devoid of life, except for Pansy. Who looks to be on her way out.

“ Y/N.” She mumbles quietly. Stopping when she walks past me and is standing in the doorway. “I almost forgot, Theo stopped by, said he couldn't stay but he left a letter for you. I put it on your bed.” She tells me before giving me a weak smile, in which I give a similar one in return. She then turns walking out of the dorm leaving me alone, once again.

With shaky legs I sit on the bed, slowly grab the letter, pausing to admire the perfect script in which Theo wrote my name. I have always loved watching him write. There is something about the way his longer fingers wrap around his quill and guide the writing utensil with such precision, that makes me feel all warm inside.

Though, that's just Theo. He may seem cold, hard and sarcastic to everyone else, but to me he is the most caring and loving person I have ever met. He's the only person I ever told about my family. How they were killed and I was left to live with my aunt. He's been a constant light in my life ever since.

Taking a deep breath I unclasp the wax seal from the letter and open it. I read over the letter carefully, as my eyes welled up with tears. An overwhelming sadness courses through me as I try to understand the words that are written in front of me.

The tears are flowing freely now as I stand up on unsteady legs, letter still in hand, with every intention of searching for the brunette boy who stole my heart, and inevitably broke it into pieces. Before I can make it to the door I collapse in a heap of tears and heavy breathing, feeling as if the world is caving in on me, praying this is all some sick joke.

But knowing, for now at least, he's gone. I’m officially all alone.

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everythoughtihave · 7 months

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When Muggle Studies Met Potions....

You had barely slept, wondering what to do about your growing feelings for Severus; why did it matter if you liked him? But what is impossible scenario xyz happens? What if the students find out? What if the staff find out, they’re bigger gossips than the kids half the time…. You felt awful and groggy but managed to find your way to breakfast, barely dressed appropriately. You had an oversized jumper on with some form of leggings or joggers on the bottom, you were so tired you could barely tell what you had thrown on. “You look awful” was the first thing you heard that morning, making you feel brilliant as always… “aw thanks, Severus” you practically spat back. You regretted it immediately but needed coffee before you even thought about apologising. You poured a cup and took a sip and thanked the god that allowed people to invent such a beautiful drink from the beans. “Now that I’m somewhat caffeinated, I apologise for my sarcasm”. He didn’t seem offended in the slightest as he chuckled watching you savour each sip of coffee. “Now that you’re acting somewhat human, I have to ask you something” Severus hesitatingly stated. I was wondering if you would like to join me for a walk around the groups later” he asked, suddenly going shy. You weren’t sure how to react, of course you wanted to go but you also didn’t want to seem too eager either, but you must have responded positively because next thing you know, he is standing up to leave as he says “good, oh, and bring that phoney, music payer thing with you; whatever it’s called…. Actually, I’ll just come to your office and collect you to make sure you have it”. “Yes, okay” you replied sheepishly. The man must know you as you knew you’d forget it without him there to remind you.

Later that day, as you were getting on with some planning, when a shadow waltzes in. It was Severus. He told you to grab what you needed and the phone and whisked you outside. You started to just walk, not really paying too much attention to where you were going but just making sure you stayed with each other. You talked and walked; he then asked for the phone with the music (aka Spotify) open, then he managed to figure out how to search which made you feel a tiny bit proud for some reason. He clicked a song and let it play, it was a love song, that much was obvious. It was a soft Taylor Swift love song; you recognised it as soon as the vocals started. It was Daylight, a song you used to envious of, because you wanted a love like that; a love that was truly something, not just the idea of something. You also wanted to relate to it and the ending, to be defined by the things that you love, you at its very best. The more you listened, the more you realised how some lyrics mimicked you and Severus’ lives- to grow through dark, miserable, cruel times in life and love but then seeing the light at the end of tunnel and meeting someone who makes you believe in the best of people and love.

You both just walked in silence over to a bench, to sit and digest the song. After an eternity of silently listening, you both met each other’s eyes. You wanted to ask why he was making you listen to this but couldn’t, your nerves just wouldn’t let you. He broke the silence. “I know it’s not a song you expect from me… I heard it from a student, and it made me think of you so I thought I would share it with my ‘daylight’” You were speechless, which you could tell made Severus nervous. “I don’t even know what to say, Sev, I love that song, but it’s always made me jealous because that is all I’ve wanted. I am starting to feel like that song hasn’t set an impossible standard” Now he is awkwardly silent. “I know we have never been all that close, but I truly feel something for you, which is growing with every meeting, every dream of us, every shared glance.” You continued.

Severus stood up abruptly, holding his hand out to you. He helped you up and guided you to his side. “I simply must take you on a date then, shouldn’t I, Y/N?” He asked. You simply nodded, blushing like mad. “Well, I will need some time to create a lovely first date for us; as soon as I know what my plan is, I will find a way to tell you…” He let you know that much. He is sly and cunning at times, yes, but it was his mysteriousness and vagueness that frustrated you most. You couldn’t be too mad because he is a Slytherin so it is his nature. He walked you to your room and left you with a kiss on your hand. You got ready for bed, ready for yet another night of dreaming about Severus Snape.

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soul-xhoney · 3 months

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1:10

You’re still the one I think of when I have things to tell; and when I wore your sweatshirt yesterday I realized how much I missed your smell. It lingered…

Like all the things I’ve mentally made note of since the day we met, it stained my brain the way we stained your counter with the red wine we drank

Or the way I’d stand to lock your hair after a late afternoon beach run; like the touch of your warm skin that embraces me like the sun

Like the words to the song you wrote, the art drew or the sculpture you made; the look on your face when you showed me

You linger…

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attemptingwriter · 13 days

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zoereeb · 7 months

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“poetry is a fundamental food group if you don't read a decent poem once or twice a month you get soul anemic bone tired and all that.”

Poetry is the soul, without it. I'm nothing.

~zoereeb//

#zoey #my writing #writeblr #booklr #quotes #books and reading #dark academia aesthetic #mentally fucked #mental health #wannabe writer

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callumexists · 8 months

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would anyone be interested in my silly little writings?

#wannabe writer #silly stuff #mainly marauders stuff tbh #Or sad stuff #Or stuff about the people in my head #Or extremely queer stuff #marauders fandom #Also there's the heartstopper stuff #plural culture

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floralcavern · 4 months

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Wannabe writer culture is when you have an extremely vivid plot in mind, you know exactly the order of events, etc, etc.

But you will. Not. Write it.

#wannabe writer #writer struggles #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity

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witchyclispe · 5 months

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Past lives couldn’t ever come between us

Based off this dream I had a year or so ago, if you’d like to read it you can check the link or go to my writing account @novawitchy ! Its my first time posting my writing on here so please be kind 🫶 again writing is not my main thing but i tried!

#digital art #art #artists on tumblr #original art #commisions open #artist #my ocs #story art #short story #art for story #writing #wannabe writer #dream story #space #space story #scifiart #scifi #Spotify #witchy ocs

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karlssadblog44 · 23 days

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intro!! (redo)

hi! im karl, i go by She/Her and im a lesbian :3

i love Ween, Donnie Darko, Folk music, Daria, Juno, Buddy Holly, Kate Bush, workaholics, and commentary youtubers!!

i try to go the Twee aesthetic or picture/outfits that have the same feeling as listening to Kiyma Dawson or sucking the honey out of a honey suckle as a child.

i may or may not have a huge crush on Winona Ryder.

tikok and YT: Richietoizeris_furity12 // Generlover44 (2nd Tiktok)

spotify (not sure if the link works) : https://open.spotify.com/user/31hwoztqwidmugvk2nzh7v6ychha?si=ab1354db0c724b0d

im a wanna be cowboy and want to be a writer.

(im also a big fan of King Of The Hill)

#intro #ween #donnie darko #folk music #daria mtv #juno #buddy holly #kate bush #commentary youtubers #twee #kimya dawson #winona ryder #cowboy #wannabe writer #king of the hill #i would love to make friends!!#workaholics

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ahi-django · 6 months

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"Tired"

Tired. So tired.

I need rest. I know I do. And yet, I sit here, trying to participate. I can't concentrate. I can't talk. Everything feels so loud. It's hot. So hot.

I just want to lay down. Sleep. Sleep sounds good. Just for a little while. Until I feel better again.

#poetry maybe #creative writing #i'm fine i promise #wannabe writer #letting out steam

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fallingprophetically · 1 year

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What if Brahms were a poet? Would he write something sweet and from the heart? Would his words be gentle and soothing? Would he use metaphors and hyperbolic phrases?

Or would he write them to be harsh and from the darkest corners of his mind? Would his words be cruel and disturbing? Would he use analogies and idioms?

Or would he write both brutally and from the heart; kind and from the deepest recesses of his tortured soul?

Would his words be both magnificently deranged and softly abrasive?

Would he use metaphorical analogies?

Would he create a new type of poetry?

Would his work become famous?

Would it be taught in classes by teachers who either care about their work too much or not enough?

Would he be looked at as a beautifully broken man whose parents had failed him. A man that the world had failed?

Is he had a better outlet for his pain, for his emotions, would he be a better person?

Would be still be as broken as the porcelain doll he pretends he is?

Would his parents finally love him?

#the boy movie #brahms the doll #brahms heelshire #stinky wall man #tortured soul #poor baby #poetry #wannabe poet #my crappy writing #late night thoughts #random ramblings #slasher fucker #slasher lover #wannabe writer #mypost

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sexualtensiongrowing21 · 8 days

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I promise you I didn’t do it

Draco Malfoy x OC

TW: None

Word count: 368

“Tessa!” Draco's voice booms from behind me as I read from my potions book. Taking my time before turning to him, I finish the paragraph I'm reading, place my book mark and set the book down before looking over at the blonde haired Slytherin boy. Or, at least, used to be blonde haired Slytherin boy.

His face is reddened with anger. Almost as red as his hair. One look at the boy and I cannot contain my laughter. He moves to stand in front of me, eyes narrowed, as I cover my mouth in an attempt to stop myself from laughing.

Draco Malfoy's hair is as red as a Wesley. This is by far my favorite day in history.

In between laughs I am able to manage out a snide remark “Is this another feeble attempt to woo the Gryfindore Princess? Because I think this is a tad too much.”

Draco looks at me as if he wants to cast an unforgivable at me. Wand raised and everything as he glares at me. Then it dawns on me that he thinks it was me, my laughter stops slightly.

“Wait, wait!” I plead with my hands in the air. A small smile is still playing on my lips. “I promise you I didn't do this!”

Unconvinced, Draco's stare is steadfast. “Then why are you laughing!?”

Taking another moment to admire the handy work of whoever played this joke on the ‘Slytherin Prince’, my smile widens. “Because whoever did it is a bloody genius and I can’t believe I didn’t think of it first.”

The rational seems to settle with the fiery haired Slytherin as he looks around in defeat and plops down next to me on the couch. Turning to him slightly I try and lighten to mood.

Reaching my arm up to ruffle his hair, I question “So… Is it just the hair on your head they cursed or is it everywhere?” His head whips over to me as he pushes me away from him, before mumbling angrily “Everywhere.”

I explode In laughter as he takes the pillow from beside me and thumps me in the head with it. “Just help me figure out how to reverse this!”

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everythoughtihave · 8 months

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When Muggle Studies Met Potions... Part 1

Writer's Notes: This is my first attempt at writing an imagine/fanfiction so I hope you like it! Please like, reblog and reply with your thoughts, whether it be validation (please lol) or constructive criticism. This is part one, part two will hopefully be written and posted soon! Please let me know what you think and follow along for more HP content

Premise: Reader is muggle-born and the Muggle Studies professor who unintentionally falls for the potions professor everyone seems to love to hate....

Growing up you never thought you'd become a teacher, let alone a teacher in a school of witchcraft and wizardry. What was even more surprising for you is that out of all the brilliant subjects to learn at Hogwarts, you chose to teach Muggle Studies. It was a way for you to share some of the great things you grew up with and how interesting muggles could be, being muggle-born you knew how cool some muggle gadgets could be. Although, you may never be able to forgive yourself for showing the infamous Weasley twins an iPhone and they immediately fell in love with 'pranktok', aka pranks on TikTok, and YouTube sketches; fuelling their desire even more so to share their albeit destructive sense of humour with the world.

You still loved your phone and managed to get Professor Dumbledore to agree to you getting Wi-Fi so you could scroll social media and listen to Spotify. It was days like this when you were grateful for the internet and Spotify, as you sat at your desk marking what seemed to be an endless pile of essays. You jumped when your alarm went off through your headphones, to warn you it was almost to dinner time, and you needed to head to the great hall. So, you finished up the essay you'd started and then headed to dinner.

You kept your headphones on as you walked towards the hall, meaning you had no idea what was happening around you; this was most evident when you stumbled into a fellow colleague and fell onto your bottom. You sat there for a moment on the cold stone flooring, feeling goosebumps rise from your backside to your back and arms, taking your headphones off when you realise who it is you bumped into. It was none other than Professor Snape. Severus, the man you were too afraid to approach with conversation, even when you sat with each other during the mealtimes in the great hall. You just never knew what to say to the man as he was always so short and blunt with everyone and let's not even mention his aura- he just looked down on everyone with judgement, it made both students and professors wary. You couldn't lie though, the mystery was very attractive as was the power he tended to have over situations.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, professor" you whispered, as you tried to stand up in the least embarrassing way possible, "I'm sure I'll be able to move on" Snape replied, while checking you and your bottom out as you stood from your fallen position. "Well, I apologise anyway, now we better get to dinner," you said, walking into the great hall, shoving your headphones and phone into your pockets. You cringed as you entered because of course there are only two chairs left at the professors' table and of course, they are next to each other. Could this evening get any worse...

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jinxopp · 12 days

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| °- how dare you

why is that you only seem to be comfortable in looking at her? am that much of an eye sore that you can't meet my eyes? we can talk for hours about the same show we're both obsessed with or about our similarities in music tastes, but your eyes always land on her the most. how can you focus on her so much but not focus on the amount of pain your inflicting onto me?

I listened to your favourite band and albums in depth in hopes to understand you without your knowledge, I'll lie about minor things if it means you take an interest into me, I can easily be the most patient with you and I'll listen to every word you have to say without cutting you off, I'll even make sure to answer your questions in a way that you'd approve of my answer even if I had lied. but you wouldn't know that would you?

cause how come you still look at her in hopes to engage in a conversation with my best friend, my favourite person, my girl. dont pretend that i dont see what your trying to do in taking her away from me, i see you secretly plotting against me, i see you how your face expression changes when i speak. there's something you don't like about me is there? from the very beginning I felt something off about you, even if you make yourself to be seen approachable I can't help but feel the opposite with you.

I'm trying to get cose to you so you back the fuck away from her, who gave you the right to just randomly come and join our friend group thinking you can happily push me away and replace me? I'm trying to think and be like you so that you realise that there's nothing good about her for you, would she watch your favourite show? no, would she listen to your music? I know her enough to know that she wouldn't. but I would, would do anything you tell me to only if it meant that you get your attention off of her.

so how dare you unintentionally get her to be against me when I said a mean comment about your ex, a joke or not I still notice the change that she has with me and it's all because of your ass coming over here. I hope you think of her before you fall asleep only for me to appear in your dreams and strangle the air out of you.

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lornie-lou333 · 2 years

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#books #booklr #bookshop #wannabe writer #wannabe author #aspiring author #aspiring writer #cottagecore #aestethic #aestheitcs #bookish #bookish aesthetic #writerslife #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #authors #authorcommunity #authors on tumblr

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zoereeb · 7 months

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I don't understand why I'm being so patience even in the full rage of anger.... When actually i have to take it out where it belongs. Is it this way I'm becoming a monster? Or is this why I'm being called dangerous. I don't understand.

[... ] Maybe because I'm cold hearted or soft hearted and afraid of getting hurt. I don't know.

~zoereeb//

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