#the diamond of the day pt1

[iwanty0uu]

thick girls are the best girls🤭

“𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟“~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · .

pt1…

Growing up as a thick girl was tiring, always worried about not being thin enough drew the excitement and happiness out of your youth. Your tummy was the biggest issue, always thought it was too big to wear tight clothing and bathing suits. On top of that, you felt like you never got the high school experience you dreamed of. Being the gifted girl came with burn out and a lot of pressure from teachers, family and yourself. Yea going to Colombia University was cool and all but you never got to relax, you were so academically intense. You never snuck out or went to parties, never went to a kickback and you felt that freedom was robbed from you. But your freshman year of college made you reflect and realize that you need to take your freedom back and do all of the things you never had the chance to experience in high school. Besides, being in college meant that it would be ten times more interesting that high school could ever be, right?Regardless of that, you were now nineteen, in your prime, and the baddest bitch Colombia had ever seen.

Walking into your physics class was at first easy, your tight tube top and leggings set hugged your curves and did your ass justice, gold bangles danced on your wrists ,while the gold necklaces that adorned your chest were swallowed by your cleavage, earrings sat pretty in your pierced ears, and your waist chains were secured on your lower hip. Your edges were laid as usual, eyebrows, lashes, and nails done all the way up, and you had your natural hair out which bounced when you walked. You felt good, better than you have felt for the past couple years and you knew you were gonna eat this year up. But anxiety settled in when all eyes shifted to you as you walked down the isle trying to find a good seat, purse strapped over your shoulder, phone in hand. But of course, you didn’t let it show. You fidgeted with your belly button ring scanning the room, when a hazel eyed boy caught your eye. In all honesty you caught his first. He was sitting in a cluster of people in the back of the auditorium, and you stared back. Not because you wanted too but his eyes were intoxicating.. you couldn’t help it. Whispers came from the cluster as they noticed their hazel eyed friend staring at you. “ouuuu connie got a girlfriend” a brown haired girl mumbled as she nudged him. She looked at you and waved “hey pretty.” Relief struck your body because of her friendliness which caused you to exhale, “thats all you my love” you said waving back.

~ “damn..she’s fine and nice?” connie thought while watching your movements like a hawk~

The curve in your waist made him go brain dead for about 5 minutes, your g-string rested perfectly on your waist and captivated him. As you realized where he was looking, the anxiety left your body, and you acknowledged that you had the upper hand in this situation. You already knew you looked good but this young man just boosted your ego and you knew you would cause chaos every day in that class as long as he was there. You decided to sit in front of him, holding eye contact all while walking to the back of the auditorium. Finally reaching the seat, his eyes shot to your back as you adjusted the leggings that made your ass move and pulled up your g-string that snapped onto your hips, making a slight curve between your skin and the piece of fabric. The mounds of your chest bounced as you sat in the seat due to the sudden movement, and you placed your purse behind your chair as you met eyes with the boy on purpose this time. You couldn’t help the smug grin that grew on your face seeing how captivated he was by your body.

His pink plump lips separated, revealing the gold diamond engraved grills in his mouth as he took his bottom lip in, bright pink tongue traveling across its surface made your clit jump getting lost in your own excitement . His face was shaved clean except for a small mustache hidden by his big lips, and a small diamond stud laid in his nose. His skin was clear, his eyebrows were thick and trimmed, two tear drops sat under his right eye, and his neck was almost filled up with tattoos. His head was shaved low, and the chalk on his hair line showed how fresh his neat cut was. The diamond earring in his ears made him look clean. The small but noticeable eye brow piercing fit perfectly on his face. As fine as he was, he looked like a player, the type of boy that likes to ruin girls’ relationships because he had the better dick and more money, but he couldn’t play with you like that.

A gold chain hung low on his red shirt and his bright eyes never left yours. “I like your tattoos” you said looking back up at him. “ Thank you beautiful, i like your cha-” the boy was interrupted with the sound of your professor clapping his hands together to get the classes’ attention. He kissed his teeth as you took out your note book and ignored the shuffling and sound of paper ripping behind you. “One second mama” he whispered to you, moving close , close enough to almost feel his breath on your neck. Minutes passed as you finished taking your first set of notes, and a crumpled piece of paper landed on your desk. You smirked looking behind you as the boy pretended to stretch looking the opposite direction, smiling.

You opened the note cheesing even harder. “My bad mama, that bald ass man interrupted me but i was gonna tell you how i like ya chains, you look better than everybody in here” damn this fucker was fine, you flipped the paper over and wrote back. “Not too much on Mr.Phelps he trying his best lolz but thank you boo <3” you folded the paper and handed it to him, minutes later, he threw the piece back and it read “My name is connie by the way” his number was under it and you ripped it off sliding it inbetween your breasts and wrote yours down. As soon as you put the paper on his desk class was over, so you quickly packed up your things and left.

“Wait- you didnt tell me your number” he said basically chasing you as you sped out of the auditorium. His fine ass would have to work for this pussy if he wanted it that bad. “Maybe i’ll text you, then you’ll get it” your words echoed through the bustling hallway as you turned back around. He searched for you desperately, refusing to take defeat but accepted his loss and compromised with waiting for tomorrow to see you again, already guessing the outfit you picked and hairstyle you chose.He would give anything, to see you again. He didn’t just like your body, Connie wasn’t shallow like that, but he admired your confidence and liked how you were a know it all, correcting the professor on mistakes, and even helping connie when he was stuck with equations that only a girl like you would understand. You were a genius and he wanted to see you in your element all of the time.So, from that day on, he would make it his goal to be the only one to see you in your element, the only one to see the vulnerable sides of you.

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ALRIGHT.

i really might make a part two but im so heated because i started writing this and like the WHOLE FUCKING THING DELETED TWICE SO IM RLLY PISSED THAT I HAD TO MAKE IT AGAIN AND ITS NOT AS GOOD AS THE OG but whatever. The name of the story and the actual story are yet to add up but in part two it will make more sense!! Yall better love ts but ill see you later😜 ~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ

#attack on titan #black reader #black coded reader #connie x black reader #fem reader #iwanty0uu #aot x y/n #aot x you #aot x black reader #aot fanfiction #aot connie

[whatsavatar]

MY TBR PILE

All ATSV/ITSV (2018) fics i'm planning to read.

will also include fics i’ve read? so technically its part fic reblogs, but i think most will be TBR, wont remove any fics once I’ve read them.

will mark any smut with (🌶) obvs.

all underaged characters with the mark will be aged up!

I will continue adding to this.

Miles Morales~

Untitled

I'm Spider-Man!

Clouded (42)

Soup, sickness and kisses

For the soul (and the heart)

Somethin' soft for someone tough (42)

Miles 42 HCS

Miguel O'hara~

Cállate (🌶)

Amethyst and diamonds (❤️)

Scent (🌶)

Courting pt1

Miguel and Hobie fighting for your love (❤️)

Spider-kiss with Miguel

Host of a ghost

to a heart's content — 「 single father!miguel o'hara x reader 」

prompt 4: "you're an idiot." "well, at least i'm your idiot, right?"

Clingy

i didn't find my love, but i still made it this far without it.

Ways You Propose To Miguel #1

The Other Variant of Her

coming home (🌶🌶)

Miguel w/an Innocent S/O

Hobart "Hobie" Brown~

Miguel and Hobie fighting for your love (❤️)

Pink

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Cold rings (🌶)

Pavitr Prabhakar~

Chai? I love chai!

Playing with his hair

Sick Pavitr

Pavitr asking you out

Lovebug? No cuddlebug.

Gwen Stacy~

Helping gwen sleep

Dating Gwen Stacy HCs

Untitled, angst with happy ending.

Peter B Parker~

Peter B Parker as your boyfriend

Miguels girl. (🌶)

Getting over it

No.1 Dad!

I will continue adding to this as time goes on! The lists are short right now since i rushed doing it but I will update each section EVERY DAY! I'll make sure each section has at least 3 added fics each update, so yay! please please PLEASE send fic recs, I always love them, and lmk if you want me to add any more for a specific person! Happy reading!

#spiderman #spiderman into the spiderverse #itsv #miles morales x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker #miles morales #miguel o'hara #hobie brown #pavitr #pavitr x reader #gwen stacy #spider gwen #gwen stacy x reader #tbr pile #spiderman x reader

[kilistina]

hiii just wanted to say i love ur posts so much. ur so good at writing pls never stop😫 i just finished reading punk 57 and the whole “tell me something true” line has me in a CHOKEHOLD. pls pls pls write about assholery being cold and distant with y/n out of nowhere even though they’re friends. can the reader be fem and have bunny as a nickname too? it’s been on my miiind and i just know you’ll write it to perfection <33

i fucking ADORE this suggestion sm. whoever you are, message me pls bc i wanna rack your brain for more lmao

lmk if you wanna be tagged in part 2 when—if—it comes out <3 i hope y’all enjoy this part though bc it’s truly one of my favourites so far.

i recommend listening to these two songs while reading: wet dream - wetleg, desire - meg myers

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dirty dancing. pt1

word count: 4.4k-ish

disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. brief coke mention—in passing, includes fem! reader n harry styles, bold ass language, kinda slow burn but not really, some sexy dancing ig n aaaangst. enjoy my whores <3

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Things have been weird with Harry for a while now. You’re not exactly sure how or why the rift even started, but it did. And it’s only been getting worse.

You’ve been friends for what—two years now? Never too close, but close enough to be able to communicate about any issues you’ve had with each other. You and Harry don’t really argue, he’s not the confrontational type. Not with you, anyway. And not when he’s sober.

You aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation either. When things get too heated or overwhelming, you cry. It embarrasses you—being unable to handle your emotions. You know that you’re only human, and you’d never judge someone else for crying in the middle of an argument, but because it’s you, because you know yourself so well, you judge yourself over it. Weird pattern, but hey, it’s real.

Right now, you’re out at a bar with your friends—the same group you’ve been hanging around since high school. Mitch and Sarah have been highschool sweethearts for as long as you can remember, they’re like the parents of the group. The cool parents. The parents everyone secretly wishes they could have. Niall and Lewis are attached at the hip, too—platonically. Been best friends since the day they met.

You’re the closest with Niall since you’ve been living with him through college, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You have other girlfriends but they’re not as close to you as Niall and Sarah are. Sarah’s like a diamond you’ve always loved. They all are. They’ve always been by your side when you needed them—Harry included. You got lucky, sure. Not everybody has the luxury of picking the good ones before college and life gets in the way.

The bar is slowly coming to life. People who came for a meal are leaving, and people in the mood for a night of drinking and dancing are all piling in. You’re excited. It’s been way too long since you’ve let loose. You’ve been too stumped with work and college lately, you’ve barely had any time to breathe without someone breathing right there with you. And of course, you enjoy the company of others. But when you have to be sober for it all? Eh.

Harry’s similar to you in that sense. He loves socialising. Absolutely adores it. He’s an extrovert. But after weeks of constant company, he gets burnt out. The only thing that helps toughen the blow is alcohol. Or coke, but he’s stopped that for a while now.

You prop your elbows up on the edge of the bar and lean against it, looking around for the bartender. He has his back to you, mixing someone else’s drink. You clear your throat and he turns his head to the side, catching sight of you and nodding his head to let you know he’ll be a moment. You nod back and wait, turning to face your friends.

“Anyone wanna shot with me?” You arch a brow at your five friends, and they all smirk and nod their heads. Harry included. “We all good for a vodka?”

Everyone nods a second time in response, and you turn back to face the bartender.

“What can I do for you, gorgeous?” He shoots you a warm smile.

“Five shots of vodka, please.” You smile back at him and he nods.

“Straight?”

“No, gay,” You murmur a witty reply and he laughs, beginning to fill five shot glasses for you. You swear you can hear Harry coughing back a laugh from behind you too, but you don’t pay him any attention.

You double tap your phone’s off switch, activating the apple pay, and you hold it up to pay for your drinks.

“No need, beautiful,” The bartender holds his hand up, “This round’s on me.”

You shrug, exhaling dramatically, “I won’t try and convince you to let me pay.”

“I wouldn’t let you try.” The attractive bartender plays along, smirking at you.

You mouth a quick thank you to him and he gives you one final wink before turning his attention to the small group of girls next to you, catering to them now. You grab the shot glasses off the counter and hand them out to everyone, and you all hold them up and clink them together before downing them in seconds.

“Fuck,” Sarah sticks her tongue out as if that’s going to help the taste in her mouth, “Never gets easier does it?”

“Doesn’t need to,” Niall grins proudly, setting his shot glass down on the counter, “You’re just weak.”

“Yeah we fuckin’ get it, you’re an Irish heavyweight. We should all bow down at your feet, you’re a king and we’re peasants who can’t handle a measly shot.” Lewis rolls his eyes and pretends to worship him.

Niall frowns in confusion, “Who you calling a heavyweight?”

Harry snorts at the two men bickering. They’re like two peas in a pod, and typically, people who are so close tend to argue every now and then.

The group has that dynamic. Sarah and Mitch, Niall and Lewis, you and Harry? You’re not sure if you and Harry count. You’re not as close as the others. You wouldn’t call him a best friend. A friend, yes. A good friend? That’s pushing it, but still, yes. A best friend? No.

It’s not that you wouldn’t like to be closer. You’ve just never really been given the chance. Harry’s always kept a safe distance from you. You’ve hardly ever spent time alone, always speaking and engaging with each other the most when others are around to witness it. Sure, a part of you wishes that Harry would pay you more attention, but the other part of you doesn’t think he deserves it. If he wanted to, he would, right?

“And aren’t you Irish too?” Niall questions Lewis, continuing on with their unserious bickering.

“Yeah like a third,” Lewis shrugs, “From my dad’s side, but you already knew th—stop deflecting. Y/N, tell him to stop deflecting from how much of a cock he is.” He points towards you and tries to get you involved.

You giggle and shrug your shoulders, “You are a bit of a cock sometimes, Ni.”

“Both of you can suck me, honestly. I’m fuckin’ great.” Niall flicks his hair dramatically and you and Lewis snicker.

“I’m with Niall,” Harry lightly nudges Niall’s chest with his elbow, joining in on the joke, “Both of you can suck him.”

“You fucking weirdos,” Mitch shakes his head at the lot of you, not surprised in the slightest by your antics, “Miss Jones and I are gonna go dance, you lot can either keep bickering or come join us. Choice is yours.”

With that, they both head for the dance floor together, holding their hands in the air and laughing.

“I’m joining those twats,” Lewis gestures to them, looking at the rest of you, “You three game?”

Niall nods, “Course. Harry, Y/N?”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” You nod towards the bar, “I feel like some more drinks.”

Everyone’s attention shifts to Harry. He clears his throat as he thinks for a moment, “Yeah, me too. Be there in a bit.”

Lewis and Niall both nod at Harry and beeline for the dance floor, already beginning to bicker again on the way. You giggle at the sight of them and shake your head, turning to face the bar again. Harry joins you, standing by your side. Neither of you look at each other, you keep your eyes in front of you at the neat array of liquor set along the counter.

“Nice night, don’t you think?” You break the awkward silence threatening to form between the two of you.

You catch sight of Harry nodding his head, “Always a nice night with this lot.”

Dry as fuck. You might not be close with Harry, but you aren’t stupid. You know the way he speaks to people, you’ve seen it. Harry could have an hour long conversation with a tree. But with you, it seems like a fucking chore.

You want to scoff. You want to scoff at how fucking childish Harry’s acting with you. Why can’t he look at you or have a normal conversation with you?

You sigh, not wanting to overreact over such a minor reply and ruin the night for yourself. Although Harry seems to be doing a decent job of that himself.

��Can’t argue with that.” You murmur.

“Mhm.” Harry murmurs and you wait a beat for him to say something else, anything else.

He doesn’t.

That’s it.

“I feel like I don’t know you.” Your words spill out before you can stop them.

Harry’s taken by surprise. He turns to face you. Now he’s looking, at least. “Sorry?”

“I feel like I don’t know you.” You sigh, repeating yourself.

“What is there to know?” He furrows his eyebrows at you, gesturing to the bartender that he wants a glass of something.

“You tell me, Harry Styles.”

He sighs, running a hand through his curly hair, “Y/N, what are you trying to get at here?”

You shrug, “I dunno, I feel like I click with everyone else. I’ve got a connection with everyone, H. Everyone but you.” Your words come out harsher than you intended. You’d feel a little guilty if they weren’t true. But they are.

“That was unnecessary.” Harry murmurs so quietly that you almost don’t hear him.

“You asked me a question and I answered it.” You stand your ground, sick of Harry’s half-assed efforts to conversing with you. You’re a catch, your friendship is amazing, and you’re great to talk to. What the hell is Harry’s problem?

He laughs, scoffing at you in disbelief, “Fuck, you’re such a bitch sometimes.”

You almost choke on your own saliva, “Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me, Y/N. I called you a bitch. Because that’s what you are half the time when shit doesn’t go your way.” Harry doesn’t know where this is all coming from, but it’s coming.

He doesn’t mean it, obviously. He’d never mean that. He doesn’t think you’re a bitch. Again, never. But he’s angry. He’s angry and you’re angry and you’re both speaking without thinking it through properly and you’re both making an absolute mess of the situation and each other—

“What the fuck?” You stare at Harry in shock, your eyes wide with disgust.

He’s confused by your offended reaction, “What, are you surprised or something? Come on, Bunny. You know better than that.”

“You don’t have to be such an ass,” You scold him, “We used to get along. We used to be closer. We’ve never been as close as the others but at least we used to speak. At least I was able to walk into a room knowing you were there and look forward to it.”

His face relaxes at your words. He knows you mean well. You’ve both been hotheaded for a moment but now you seem to be calming down. You’re bringing your point across well and he can’t fault you for it.

“But what now? What fuckin’ now, H? You never speak to me when we’re alone, and then when you finally do, it’s this. It’s an attack on my character. Does this shit get you off or something?”

Never mind.

Harry scoffs at your sudden change in tone, feeling agitated again, “Fuck you.”

You slam your hand on the counter, “Fuck you, Harry!”

He glares at you as you continue scolding him, “What the hell are we even doing here? Go spend time with your actual friends.”

“Hey, wait a second. What?” He leans his head to the side in confusion, not knowing what you mean, “We’ve known each other for years, Bunny.”

“I don’t know a single thing about you.” You point out, making him roll his eyes. “Don’t roll your—“

“Where’s my favourite place to eat?” Harry cuts you off with a question. A question that you know the answer to.


“That’s not—”

“Where do I go when I’m upset?” Again, another question you can answer.

“Harry—”

“How did I get the scar on my chin?” That’s a special question. You gave it to him the day you met.

You sigh, knowing where he’s going with this. He’s not understanding what you’re trying to tell him and it infuriates you.

You tap the tips of your fingers on the countertop, feeling anxious, “That’s not what I—”

“You do know me, Y/N. we don’t need to speak every two seconds or braid each other’s hair to know each other well.”

Your eyes begin to prick with tears. That isn’t what you meant and he knows that.

“That’s not what I meant.” You lower your voice as it threatens to crack.

“Then what did you mean, Bunny?” He crosses his arms and stares at you, waiting on an explanation.

You groan, throwing your head in your hands.

The truth is, you can explain. You can explain everything you’re feeling well. But is that going to get you anywhere right now? Maybe. Maybe not. You have a better idea.

“Do you consider me a friend?”

Harry’s face drops. You can tell that he’s upset and borderline offended that you’re even asking that question.

Of course you’re friends. You’ve been friends for years. He adores you. Why can’t you see that he adores you?

“Bunny..” He takes a step towards you, and you take one back.

“Do you?” You insist on getting a solid answer.

“Of course I consider you a fr—”

“Don’t lie.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m not—”

“Tell me something real, Harry. Please. God, please just tell me something that isn’t base level for once,” You beg, “Tell me something true.”

He raises his eyebrows slightly. He’s taken back. He wasn’t expecting that from you at all.

He stays silent.

“You can’t, can you?” You scoff at him, not knowing why you expected anything to come from this conversation. You should’ve known better than to be hopeful about how things were going to go with Harry..because it’s Harry, “I don’t know why I thought you’d—“

“I still smoke cigarettes.” Harry cuts you off, blurting out an admission. He tenses his jaw in realisation—he’s just as shocked as you are.

Oh.

Your eyes widen at his confesion. Harry’s been gloating to everyone about how he so easily quit smoking three months ago. You’re all so proud of him, considering how difficult it is to quit something cold turkey the way he did. The rest of you haven’t been able to shake the bad habit. Apparently, neither has he.

“You do?” You question.

He nods, “Less. But I do.”

“Why?”

He almost smiles at your question, “Why do I smoke?”

“Why did you lie about it?”

He sighs, looking down as he answers you, “Everyone’s got something, right? Sarah and Mitch have their relationship, Niall has his singing, Lewis has his stand-up every Friday, you have your double degree. I just wanted something that everyone could be proud of. Felt like something small like that would’ve been manageable to keep hidden from everyone.”

You frown, “Harry..”

“No,” He shakes his head, refusing to let you feel sorry for him, “No. Seriously, no. We’re not about to do pity. That’s not what we do with each other.”

“Okay,” You clear your throat and agree to let it go, grabbing a now filled shot glass and handing it over to him, “Drink?”

He smirks at you, silently thanking you as he reaches forward and takes the shot glass from you.

“Sorry for calling you a bitch.” He murmurs, offering you a small, sincere smile.

You give him one back, “Sorry for being one.”

His small smile turns into a grin.

“To the truth.” You hold your glass up to cheers his with.

“To the fuckin’ truth.”

You both down your shots and tap them down on the counter to gesture for the bartender to refill them. He complies and neither of you waste a second to down the next ones. Over and over, shot after shot, you continue to drink until you’re buzzed.

You’re both good at handling your liquor, and you know how much you can take. By the time you’re done with your shots, you’re over the moon. Buzzed and aware. Aware of what you feel, aware of where you are, aware of who you’re with. Aware.

Harry leans down, his face dangerously close to yours. He’s never been this close, you don’t think. You’ve never seen his face so clearly, you’ve never seen his chest tattoos so well, his necklace dangling, his—

“Should we go dance with the others now, you think?” He speaks into your ear and you feel your stomach beginning to erupt with nerves.

“Yeah,” You inhale sharply, nodding, “Sure.”

Harry grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd, keeping a hold of you even when you reach where your friends are. The contact is strange but you welcome it, liking the new barrier that’s being broken between the two of you.

Over the years, you’ve noticed how touchy he can get when he’s under the influence, so you have an idea of what you’re getting into. You like being on the receiving end for once. You could get used to this side of Harry. You like being his friend. His real friend.

Once you get to where the others are, you quickly gauge what they’re all doing. Mitch and Sarah are in their own little world as usual, dancing together as if it’s their wedding night. Niall’s dancing with a random girl he’s probably going home with later tonight and Lewis is making a fool of himself in the middle of them. Ah, friendship. You love to see it.

“Nice song, yeah?” Harry leans over to your ear, speaking over the music. The song playing is one of your all time favourites—Wet Dream by WetLeg.

Anyone who knows you, knows the way you feel about this song. It’s become tradition to play it everytime you carpool. A fine tradition, you think.

“Oh, the best.” You start bopping your head to the beat of the song, singing along with the lyrics you know and love.

“I was in your wet dream driving in my caaar, saw you at the side of the road, there’s no one else around you’re touching yourself, touching yourself—“ You start yelling out the words along with everyone else on the dance floor, shaking your head side to side and dramatising every word. Harry watches you and smirks, letting you have your moment.

“You said—“

You’re about to keep singing the next part when he beats you to it, “Baby do you want to come home with me? I got Buffalo ‘66 on dvd!”

You let out a surprised laugh at the fact that Harry even knows the words to the song, loving that you’re seeing this side to him. You’d never expect to have something as simple as loving a song like this in common, but here you are.

Beam me up—beam me up!

Count me in—count me in!

Three, two, one—three, two, one!

Let's begin!

The song continues and you realise that you’ve both been staring at each other for a good ten seconds in silence, just taking in the sight of each other. Harry really is beautiful. The way his hair hangs perfectly below his shoulders. The way his dimples show at the smallest hint of a smile. The way his eyes burn into yours. You never want to see anything else. Just him. Just Harry.

“I was in your wet dream, driving in my caaaar!” Harry’s voice breaks you out of your daydream, and you laugh as he grabs your hands, dancing with you to the beat of the song.

“What makes you think you're good enough to think about me when you're touching yourself?” You continue the song and he pretends to be shocked, acting out the song with you.

“You climb onto the bonnet and you’re licking the windscreen! I’ve never seen anything so obscene!” You both sing the next part together, leaning in close to each other’s faces and practically screaming with the biggest smiles on your faces, “It’s enough! To make a girl blush! It’s enough! It’s enough to make a girl blush!”

The rest of the song plays and you both continue to scream out every word, making the most of the moment you’re having and hoping it never ends. Neither of you are sure what’s going on but neither of you are complaining. You’re both witnessing a new side to each other and you’re enjoying it. Perhaps you were made to be best friends like the others. Maybe it was meant to happen like this.

The song eventually comes to an end and you both let out a deep sigh, catching your breath for a moment as another random song plays.

Harry looks down at you with parted lips, “Nice singing, Bunny.”

“Could say the same to you, H.” You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The move is natural and you don’t put too much thought into it. Neither does Harry.

His hands find their way to your waist and you both sway in time with the music, singing the lyrics into each other’s faces and having the time of your lives.

“I haven’t had sex in 5 months!” His voice is just loud enough for you to hear over the music.

Your eyebrows furrow, “What?”

He leans closer to your face, “I said—I said I haven’t had—”

“No I—I heard you H,” You chuckle, “I’m just a little—”

“Surprised? Yeah me too.” He grins at you, suddenly seeming to be completely comfortable with you in a way you never expected, “I stole that chocolate bar from you last week by the way, it wasn’t Niall.”

You laugh for a moment at his strange confessions until you process what he just told you, “Wait that was you?”


“Loud ‘n proud, bunny.” He grins proudly.

“You—you fucker!” You gasp, playfully hitting his chest with one of your hands, keeping the other where it was around his neck.


He chuckles, playing along, “Did you forget what I just—”

“Shut up!”

You both laugh, continuing to move your bodies together.

“What about you? Tell me something true.”

You purse your lips together, trying to come up with something to tell Harry. There’s a million things you could tell him, but you want to catch him off guard. You want to see an honest, raw reaction from him.

“I think you’re really pretty.” You finally say, shrugging your shoulders.

Harry raises his eyebrows at you, unsure if you’re being serious. “Pretty?”

You nod.

He tilts his head for a moment, “Weird choice of words.”

“I don’t think so,” You smile at him, “You’re a pretty boy.”

He smiles back, “You’re a pretty bunny.”

“We’re pretty.”

“We are.”

You both smile at each other and share a brief moment. A moment of what—you’re not sure. Two friends being supportive of each other? Two friends suddenly becoming closer and making the most of it? Two friends two friends two friends—

The next song begins playing and your heart begins to pace more. Desire, Meg Myers.

The two of you exchange a look, knowing that you won’t move together to this song the same way you have been for the others.

You know that you won’t be singing along with this one. You’d rather feel it. Feel Harry.

You move your hands away from around Harry’s neck, and he keeps his on your waist, holding you close. You move your hands down and place them over his, feeling electric all of a sudden.

Baby, I wanna fuck you

I wanna feel you in my bones

The song is loud and the coloured lights are flashing red. The atmosphere has changed—not only in the bar and on the dance floor, but between you and Harry. The way he’s looking at you is different. The way you’re looking at him is different. The way he’s touching you is different. The way you’re touching him is different.

I’m gonna tear into your soul

You begin to sway your hips to the beat of the song, holding your eyes over Harry’s. Neither of you dare to look away. You wouldn’t dream of it.

How do you want me?

How do you want me?

You begin to turn your body in time with the music, turning your back to Harry. He leans his head down, resting his head on your shoulder and keeping his hands by your waist as you continue to move against each other. You feel a surge of confidence—you’re not sure if it’s the song, if it’s the alcohol, if it’s Harry’s random confessions, if it’s the feelings you’ve been suppressing from him for years—but it’s here. It’s here and you’re about to make the most of it.

Yeah I gotta hurt you, I gotta hear it from your mouth

Boy, I wanna taste you, I wanna skin you with my tongue

I’m gonna kill you

You lean your ass back, moving it against Harry’s crotch. He sucks in a breath, and the only way you know it is because you feel his teeth graze the skin of your bare shoulder. Your eyes close at the feeling and you grow bolder, moving the same way a second time.

He tightens his grip on your waist. You can feel the bulge of his cock against your ass and you can only imagine how much it’s straining against the band of his jenas. You almost pity him. Almost.

I wanna feel you

I want it all

I wanna feel you

I want it all

You continue moving against Harry, enjoying his little reactions to your touch. To the way you feel. He begins trailing kisses down your neck, applying pressure and sucking on your skin. You still. You can’t focus on anything but the way his lips feel against you.

What’s going on between you both? What the fuck is happening? Why the fuck has it taken so long? Why couldn’t it happen sooner?

So many questions.

“Bunny,” Harry groans against your shoulder, placing one last kiss to your neck before moving his mouth to your ear, “Tell me something true.”

You know exactly what you want to say. Again, there’s so much you want to tell him. You want to tell him how good he feels against you, how much you love the way he moves his body against yours. You want to tell him that you feel the connection now. You want to tell him that you know he can feel it too. There’s so much to say, but you settle for the most simple thing. The most important one.

“I want you.”

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aaahhhh!!! i’m sososo proud of this one. idk why but this shot has a special place in my heart. the smut will be included in the second part. and believe me, it’s gonna be SMUT. i’m such a whore for angst n this friendship trope is just chef’s kiss.

anyway enough chat. i hope y'all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 if you liked what you read then please reblog n comment. feel free to suggest ideas for new posts too.

have a good day or night wherever you are n stay safe, always <3

- k

#smut #one shot #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x y/n one shot #harry styles x y/n smut #harry styles x you #harry styles x you one shot #harry styles x you smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles x reader smut #harry styles x reader one shot #harry styles x oc #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles one shot #one direction smut #frenemies #frenemies smut #angst #harry styles angst #harry styles dirty one shot #harry styles dirty fanfiction #harry styles dirty imagine #kilistina #kilistina <3

[beeskneesshots]

Silver Bullet Masterlist

This Masterlist has been discountinued as I hit the limit with links and can't add any more. The updated version is in my pinned, or on this link *right here* <3 Have a nice day!

General

Silver Bullet

ignorance is bliss (ask)

daily life of a bartender (ask)

Headcanons (ask)

Mc’s Background 1

MC’s background 2

Sick (ask)

Gangleaders special drinks + drunken state

Warning (ask)

The Moth  ( Broken link )

Special tricks and HC (video attached)

The “Special” drink challenge (mostly Floyd, Rook // ask)

Grim + daily life (ask)

World Headcanons

MC headcanons

Prized, Precious you 

Silver Bullet Fic Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5 & Ch6

Character Ages for Silver bullet fic

Dangerous MC (ask)

More dangerous MC (ask)

Weekly meetings (ask)

Weekly meetings 2 (ask)

Teaching the first years a lesson (ask)

MC's hurt - Ch1 (video attached) & Ch2

Angry MC (ask)

Love for MC (discord // reader x MC/bartender)

More love for MC (reader x MC/bartender)

Grim

First encounter + living situation

Grim + daily life (ask)

feeding peanuts (ask)

Azul’s kid pic and saving grim (ask)

Saving grim (ask)

Heartslabyul

Lovedrunk (Riddle // ask)

Image (Trey)

Information’s Curse (Cater)

Diamond Candies (Cater)

Wild Card (Ace)

Ruffian (Deuce)

First costumers (Ace & Deuce)

Savanaclaw

Doorways (Leona)

Wounded (Leona)

Leona’s threat

Two polar opposites (Leona & Vil // ask)

Not so bad after all (Jake)

Octavinelle

Noisy costumers (Azul, Jamil & Vil/ // ask)

On an errand (Jade & Floyd // ask)

Give and take (Azul)

Complaining (Azul and Vil // ask)

Injured (Jade // ask)

Stalking (Jade // ask)

General Azul HC (ask)

Deals with Devils (Floyd)

The “Special” drink challenge (mostly Floyd, Rook // ask)

Azul’s kid pic and saving grim (ask)

Scarabia

Jamil’s birthday (ask)

Noisy costumers (Azul, Jamil & Vil // ask)

Pomefiore

Two polar opposites (Leona & Vil // ask)

Noisy costumers (Azul, Jamil & Vil // ask)

First impression (Vil, Rook & Epel // ask)

Violent meeting (Vil // ask)

Happy Birthday, my dear~ (Vil)

Complaining (Azul & Vil // ask)

The “Special” drink challenge (mostly Floyd, Rook // ask)

Ignihyde

Sadly there’s nothing for now

Diasomnia

First encounter (Malleus)

Crucial Lesson (Malleus)

Waltz (Malleus)

First encounter (Sebek)

NRC Staff / leaders / others

Crowley pushing the duty (ask)

MC’s hurt + song (Crowley & Crewel, video attached)

MC’s 2 dads being dads (Crowley & Crewel)

Overprotective Crewel

Pet’s are similar to their Masters: Pt1 & Pt2 

Training and tattoos (ask)

More tattoos (mostly Vargas and Sam // ask)

MC passing the test (gif ask)

Staff headcanons

Dilemma of future spouse (ask)

MC’s dads + fashion show with Mc’s kid (ask)

No swearing (Crewel // ask)

Some Crowley struggles (ask)

MC's childhood and staff parenting (ask)

Can I punch Riddle's mom??

Sebek's parents p1 & p2 (ask)

Author’s tag!

jackplushie

orangelemonsstuff

forgwater

emyluwinter

dandelionwhisp

scertifiedsavanaclawstan

galaxyshine24-7 (Masterlist)

#twst silver bullet au #yandere #twst #twisted wonderland #silver bullet au #I'll update if i find anything new that's made or found

[georgies-ftts]

time to come clean… i’ve only watched s5 ep13 once and that was when i was 8 years old and it aired on Christmas Eve in 2012.

I’ve rewatched the series so many times since then but those last two episodes??? they don’t even exist to me… Merlin only has 63 episodes, i don’t know what you’re talking about ‘Diamond of the Day: pt1’ ‘Diamond of the Day: pt2’

What are these titles you’re making up and why are there two of them?

#bbc merlin #bbc merlin arthur #merlin #merlin emrys #diamond of the day #the knights of the round table #the knights of camelot #bbc gwaine #bbc gwen #bbc arthur #bbc lancelot #bbc gaius #bbc percival #bbc elyan #bbc leon #bbc mordred #bbc morgana #merthur #bbc merthur #arthur x merlin #merlin x arthur #everyone is alive and happy and i will accept nothing else

[yuurei20]

Leona Info Compilation part 3: Ruggie (pt1)

Ruggie describes his relationship with Leona as “give-and-take”, saying that he is doing the same thing as the hyenas who joined hands with the “King of Beasts” of legend in order to improve their lives.

This comes up repeatedly in Book 2, where Ruggie expresses a desire to show the world Leona “standing over a battered Malleus Draconia”, as “maybe some top corporate recruiters will even take an interest in a little ol’ hyena like me.”

Rook describes their bond as “strong as diamonds…even with its peculiarities” when Ruggie refuses to give up Leona’s weaknesses, even as Rook takes him physically by the tail, saying that as “a most willful hunter” he has no intention of letting Ruggie go until he gets what he wants.

When Rook threatens to turn his focus onto Ruggie instead Ruggie finally gives in, but the secret he gives up is simply Leona’s dislike for vegetables.

Rook is satisfied by this information.

Ruggie expresses surprise that Rook doesn’t want to know something more damaging and Rook responds, “That may suffice for a mere beast, but my opponent is the roi des lions. I prefer something more…exhilarating. Like when slides a pawn across the entire chessboard. Or like when one leads a beauty in their first dance…"

"He is a classmate and a friend, as well as a rival who puts my skills to the test. At least, he is for now.”

We see Ruggie defend Leona against Vil as well, refusing to lead Vil to Leona’s location even after it is revealed that Leona has been skipping out on a punishment for poor attendance, refusing to water plants in the greenhouse, causing Vil’s plants to wilt.

Leona and Ruggie seem to get along very well despite the power imbalance between them, working well together during Halloween, New Year’s and Fairy Gala, where Leona volunteers Ruggie’s pickpocketing talents.

Ruggie claims to need 15 seconds to manage his task in the heist, which Leona cuts down to ten seconds on his behalf.

On the day of the event, Ruggie requires only six seconds, saying, “Who needs ten seconds? You insult me, Leona.”

During Book 6 Leona saves Ruggie from falling, broken glass in the botanical gardens and hands over his position of Housewarden to Ruggie when kidnapped by Charon.

#twstLeona #twstfacts #Leonafacts #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar

[moody4world]

Tears cleanse the heart pt2

A/N: AAHHH FINALLY A PART 2, im sorry for the long wait :/ here’s the link for pt 1 to refresh your memory.

PT1

Label owner!jack x upcoming artist!reader

If someone asked you last year how your relationship with Jack would be now, you would have never guessed it’d be this way. The Jack you met that night at the industry party was a completely different person from the one that you now know.

After coming back from the restroom, the man Drama had been talking to approached you and simply said “I’m Jack” while giving you the most hypnotizing smile and offering you a hand, which you took and said. “The name’s y/n” Jack nods and says “Drama told me a lot about you and I was thinking you’d be perfect for my label. Since you’re looking for one, i’m sure we can agree on something y/n”

The two of you conversed all night and Jack even flirted here and there but you just chucked it up to his personality. The two of you made plans for you and your managaer aka your cousin to come to his office the next day to look over a contract and get signed to his label right away.

“Mo we have a meeting at 2pm with him to sign this contract but i dont know if it’s what I want” “Girl why are you overthinking this?! It’s THEE Jack Harlow hello????!” “That doesn’t mean anything to me though and you know that. I have absolutely zero knowledge about label owners. MY concern is them limiting my creative freedom Mo” “y/n Jack likes you, maybe even more than just an artist from what i’ve seen so just go with it and everything will be alright” Mo shrugged.

Walking into the giant building only made the moment more surreal. You walked up to the front desk with Mo in tow.

“Hello welcome to Churchill Records how may I help you?” “Uh hi, we’re here to see Mr. Harlow?” “What’s your name sweetie?” “Oh my bad it’s y/n” The assistant starts to look for your name in the system but seemed to be having a hard time finding it.

“Here it is! you said y/n, correct?” “Yeah that’s me.” “Okay then, take a seat on that sofa right there and i’ll just give Mr. Harlow a call and tell him you’re here.” “Okay thank you so much”

You and Mo took a seat on the sofa and waited like you were asked. Mo being the impatient woman that she is kept checking her watch every 3 seconds, rolling her eyes and huffing. After the third huff you couldn’t take it anymore. “Mo can you stop?” “Y/n who does he think he is having us wait all this time? We got shit to do.” You looked at Mo with a ‘really?’ face knowing all too well that you did not have any other meetings today. “You’re hungover from last night aren’t you?” You could see her about to get defensive when the familiar voice of Jack himself interrupted you guys’ mini argument.

“There she is!” More like there HE was. Jack looked more attractive than you remembered from last night and no it wasn’t the tight fitted suit and the silver watch and the shiny rings. Sure those added to it but his energy was so captivating. Maybe it’s cause he was in his element, i mean this is the Churchill Records HQ after all. He had his arms open wide to receive you and Mo. Jack gave you a tight hug and good God did he smell good. You didn’t even notice that the two of you were hugging for a bit too long or the fact that jacks hand was a bit lower than what is deemed professional until Mo cleared her throat loudly. You quickly broke away from the hug and introduced Mo. “Oh sorry this is my manager and cousin, Monifa or Mo for short.” Jack shakes Mo’s hand and the two of you follow him up to his office. The elevator ride was awkwardly quiet but thankfully fast.

Once in his office Jack offered you and Mo to take a seat across from him and so you did. The office walls were covered in golden and diamond records and shelves full of awards. “Okay so let’s get down to business. I got the contract ready, just like we discussed yesterday i just need you to sign it and we’re set.” Jack immediately took out a contract of four long pages and a copy sliding them towards you along with a pen. Mo grabbed the pen right away with no hesitation, making you very nervous. “Woah woah wait Mo, we should read it first.” you suggested apprehensively. Both Mo and Jack found your reaction a bit dramatic but only Jack tried to hide it.

“Look y/n. You are extremely talented. You’ve got a beautiful voice, a great ear for music. Your beats, your instrumental skills are out of this world good. You’re doing an amazing job at promoting yourself but you can only do so much with the amount of recourses and connections you have on your own. With my help, it can only get better from here. America knows you but the world deserves to know you, hear that beautiful voice and experience your talents. Having tiktok hits is cool and all but i can get you to the grammy’s y/n. You’re too beautiful to let all these opportunities go to waste. You were born to be a star y/n, trust me.”

“Y/n i already told you, this is THEE Jack Harlow. He knows what he’s doing.” Jack simply nodded in agreement to what Monifa said while not taking his bright blue eyes off of your concerned brown ones. With a small sigh you grab the pen and sign. One page after the other. Giving away one piece of freedom after the other.

Everything that came after that seemed like a dream. Major photoshoots, interviews, red carpets and award shows. More hits, more recognition and more love. Not just fan love but romantic love as well. You know you shouldn’t have but you had caught feelings for Jack and needless to say, he had caught feelings for you too. You were at his luxury condo more than you were at your own apartment. The two of you were inseparable to say the least. Yet sadly, dreams don’t last forever.

Jack would be your date to red carpets and award shows but never confirmed any suspicions or rumors of you guys dating. Jack claimed he wanted to maintain his professional image and dating his newest signed artist would tarnish his reputation. He would treat you like any other one of his artists in public but behind closed doors you were his everything, sometimes at least. Constant gifts, private baecations, surprise bouquets and the list goes on. It all seems like unicorns and rainbows but that was just the good days. All of those things were simply used to distract you from the real him. After signing the contract, Jack became the main one in control of your career. Needed to be styled? Jack. Needed a music video director? Jack. Needed a producer? Jack. Needed a co-writer? You guessed it, mother effing Jack.

Any mainly male position in your team was done or taken by Jack. At first you chucked it up to him being involved and making sure things were going how he planned but as time went on it only became overbearing. Brent Faiyaz contacted you for a collaboration and you were over the moon. All your excitement was turned down when Jack denied the request once you told him about it. Jack knew that Brent has been one of your absolute favorite artists for a long time and it’s been a dream of yours to collab with someone as talented as him.

“I don’t care if you make that pouty face y/n, no means no.” He said seriously, barely batting an eye at how your once excited expression completely did a 180. And that’s when you lost it. “Why don’t you ever let me collab with the people i want? You’re so controlling and overbearing, you know that?!” Jack simply kept writing in his planner and ignoring you, only causing you to get more angry. You snatch his pen out of his hand and continued with your fed up rant. “You never listen to what i want, you always ignore my ideas and you treat me like absolute dog shit when we’re in private unless you want something from me. At first I thought it’s because you want what’s best for me but you only care about your damn self. You’re a selfish piece of shit Jackman!”

Thats when Jack aggressively got up from his chair, banging his palms on his desk and yelling at you causing you to flinch in fear. “YOU DON’T KNOW A SINGLE THING OF BEING SELFISH. EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE HAS BEEN FOR YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME Y/N?!”

You were frozen in complete fear. Jack had never and i mean NEVER raised his voice at you before. Tears brimmed your eyes as you stared at the man you once saw as your prince charming but now all you could see was the dragon trapping the princess in the tower.

Jack immediately regretted what he had done once he noticed the fear in your eyes. He slowly walked around the desk and pulled you into a hug. He could feel you getting tense and that only broke his heart. The last thing he wanted was for you to fear him. But at least now he knew you wouldn’t dare to question him again. After the incident you had called Mo as soon as you got in the car. The tears you tried so hard to hold back came rushing down as soon as she picked up your call. “Hello? y/n are you crying? What happened?” All you could do was sob. “Mo i can’t do this. I really don’t like this anymore.”

Monifa huffed at your cries since it was not the first time you called her crying with these exact same sentences. “Y/n you do this every month. You wanted to be a celebrity didn’t you? Nobody said it was easy.” “Mo this isn’t like the other times okay. Jack yelled at me and i’m really scared.”

A silence reigned in your car as Mo kept quiet, only your occasional sniffles being heard. “Well did he hit you?” If Mo was in person right now she would’ve seen the shock and confusion on your face towards her reaction. Did she really just ask that right now…

“No…” “Then girl suck it up, he’s your label owner and according to the contract that YOU signed, what he says goes.” Oddly enough, the beep you heard after her reply hurt you more than the words Jack threw at you only a few minutes ago. A couple weeks after your contract signing you noticed your relationship with Monifa getting weirder and weirder. The two of you were practically sisters with how you were raised. You looked up to her in many ways especially since she was a few years older than you. You don’t know where things went wrong but she was no longer the nurturing and caring big sister figure she once was to you. Instead she was cold, distanced and always defended Jack’s actions claiming it’s part of your contract.

Speaking of said contract, you never even got the chance to read it. As soon as it was signed Mo had stuffed your copy in her purse and you never saw it again. In retrospect it’s odd but in that moment it hadn’t raised any suspicions.

As time went on you only became more compliant and submissive to Jack’s orders. Whatever Jack says, goes but oddly enough you only became more clingy to him. Monifa was your only family in Atlanta and that relationship hasn’t been the same. You felt lonely and Jack was the only one there to help. Jack thought that this is exactly what he wanted. For you to only have and depend on him and nobody else but he quickly realized that he was wrong.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jackman thomas harlow #moody4world #moody fics

[healmydesires]

blorbo tumblr wrapped thingy 💫

tumblr wrapped canva template

GOD DAMN… this was, so hard to say the least 😭 how do you limit yourself to 5 fics? INSANITY. but I’ve tried. so I decided on these:

1. Had It Up To Here by @luminoustarlight

2. 3 Is The Magic Number by @withahappyrefrain

3. I Lied by @flightlessangelwings

4. Spring Fling by @whataperfectwasteoftime

5. Soft & Sweet + Sugar & Spice by @cavillscurls

honourable mentions bc I think only picking 5 should be a crime. so buckle up!!!

starting with one of my besties! The fisherman’s wife by @joelmama <333. one thing I’m missing series by @joelscruff my beloved 🥺 I’m this series number one fan.

Rewrite the stars by @starbeltconstellation !!! it’s a ao3 fic and it’s just so amazing already, literally her number one fan!!! I’m obsessed!!! so check it out please 💘

weakness pt1 and pt2 by @joelsgreys their work is amazing! control by @pascalisbaby ,,, just everything that I needed in a smutty fic. ugh. yellow by @ilovepedro ,, just wholesome and so adorable. I just love it so much! wet dream by @bastardmandennis … wow I’m speechless just so good. thought about this fic for days !!! relaxation techniques… by @mandoblowmybackout this fic series is so amazing I’m still thinking about it at least once or twice a week… I love it sm! I just love marcus sm🥺

abby <3. your fics are out of this world, I can’t pick just one… so you’re getting another shout out @/withahappyrefrain 🥰 work from home. the heat is on. summertime and sundress. just to name a few ! 😭😭😭 like wow. amazing!!!

baby don’t make me spell it out for you by @p3mybeloved and who is the lamb and who is the knife as well and so many more others!!! 🥺 your works are just made of gold, diamonds everything beautiful and precious!

all the time in the world by @/whataperfectwasteoftime I am very much aware I’m picking another fic of yours but like everyone has already noticed, I can’t seem to pick. your works are amazing! thank u!

pussy pleaser by @fuckmyskywalker … uhm OBSESSED. wow. as fate would have it by @/luminoustarlight another gem of yours!!! love it sm <333 caramel i and ii by @stvharrngton just love it sm 🥺 just very dear to me! Peter’s angel by @blooming-violets … this fic will stay and live in my head rent free for YEARS to come. I’m so serious. literally brain rot oh my god.

I feel like I’m missing a lot more and no doubt will I feel bad for not mentioning more but oh my god…

love your works and many more! 🥰

I’m tagging <3 @queenie-official @luminoustarlight @sweetercalypso @withahappyrefrain @starbeltconstellation @stargirl-writes @st4rfckerz @maximoff-forevermore @joelmama @strang3lov3 @covetyou @jksprincess10 @anilovie @joelscruff @walkintotheriveranddisappear and anyone who would love to participate 🥰

#ml talks #tumblr wrapped #tumblr blorbo wrapped #this took me an hour at least to make 😭

[reminiscentreader]

Writing prompts pt1

day 1 ~ 15/11/23 ~ prompt: describe the seasons as if they were people//spring 🌸

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In the middle of a daisy field, is a girl. She has long blonde hair that cascades down her shoulders, her pale face is coloured by her primrose pink cheeks, and bright blue eyes. They have a deepness to them that reminds others of the sea, but they also have a dreamy look to them, as if her eyes were crafted from diamonds. A delicate thing she is, delicate yet beautiful, just like a flower, her pointed face and doe eyes give her a look of innocence, a trustworthy look. She’s laying down, a crown if daisies on her golden head. Slowly, she gets up. Her long yellow dress flowing behind her. As she walks, birds seem to sing just an ocative louder, flowers bloom in her wake, bunnies pause to look. When she stops she is stood face to face with an old swing, it’s tied to a willow but no lake is around, on it are small peonies that look as if they were draw by children. The girl takes a seat on the swing, her delicate hands folding in her lap. The sun sets behind her, painting a picture of pinks, reds and oranges, summer is coming, the days are getting warmer and the sun is setting later than normal. The girl takes a deep breath and begins to swing.

___________________________________ This is so cringy but I have to be good at English so 🤭 anyway enjoy x

#book writing #writeblr #writing prompt #writing #writers on tumblr

[massivesimpfordilfs]

Chishiya Fic pt2

Here's pt2, rly cranked it out there. Also on request from my same friend. Here's pt1 if u havent seen it

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Chishiya x gn!reader

“Hearts. Just had to pick hearts.” (y/n) grumbled, avoiding looking at Chishiya.

“Hey, you said you didn’t want to get blown up.” Chishiya shrugged, scanning the forming group within the prison.

“Hearts is the one game I’m not good at. You saw me during the ten of hearts! I was a mess!”

“Wasn’t that bad.” Chishiya laughed a tiny bit smug, eyes trailing the way his partner paced back and forth.

(y/n) calmed down as more people entered, trying to not bring attention to them and flipping his hood up.

“Game: Solitary Confinement. Rules: Every round is an hour, at the end of a round you must step into one of the cells and guess your suit. If you guess incorrectly, the collar around your neck explodes. To clear: Kill the Jack. There are plenty of snacks and drinks.” The robotic voice explained.

“The Jack?” (y/n) asked.

“This game could last for days.” Chishiya muttered, glancing at his friend.

“We can win by just telling each other the suits! Quick, what’s mine?” A guy asked, turning so his neck could be shown to a person next to him.

“This is a game of trust. We won’t know who’s telling the truth if we play like that. And the game won’t end unless someone lies to the Jack.” A elegant looking business man explained. At that, everyone started silently grouping, cautious of one another. A boy who looked kind of like a minion or El Chavo approached (y/n) and Chishiya.

“I’m Ippei Oki.” He said, bowing to the two. “Can I…group up with you two?”

(y/n) glanced at Chishiya who smiled and nodded, keeping his hands in his pockets.

A large group started forming and instantly, (y/n) did not like it. They thought that the girl leading the group was too cheerful for such a dark game. They glanced over at Chishiya who looked at the level below them, seemingly observing two other players.

“Do you want to join us?” Some scared looking people walked over and asked the now trio.

“N-”

“Sure.” (y/n) glared at Chishiya who looked over at them and winked. (y/n) blushed and looked away. The group thanked them and the round continued.

“Heart.” Chishiya told (y/n).

“Diamond.” They replied.

The round went smoothly, no one died until the second round. (y/n) was downstairs getting snacks, finding some delicious biscuits, and returned after the scary guy had been lied to. After making their guesses, (y/n) flinched as a loud explosion sounded next to them. Exiting the cell, they peeked in and found the bloody mess that was the big scary guy. Everyone else became more cautious and heightened. More and more people started lying and dying, but (y/n), Chishiya, and Ippei remained silent even within their own group. They were downstairs in the cafeteria together and (y/n) handed Chishiya a bag of the biscuits.

“I think we should eliminate that kid.” The girl, Urumi, suggested when they had walked off to get a drink.

“Why?” Ippei asked, a little nervous.

“I don’t trust them. They have a kind of…attitude.” She hummed, eating her snack. Chishiya pressed his lips, cautiously watching his friend.

“(y/n).” He approached the kid later. “Urumi and the others plan to lie to you.”

“Oh? Well, isn’t that just lovely.” (y/n) sighed. “You won’t, right?”

Chishiya smiled, nodding and (y/n) turned around. “Spade.” Chishiya said.

“Thanks.” (y/n) held up a fist for a fistbump and Chishiya reciprocated.

When the guesses were made, (y/n) closed their eyes tight, hoping that Chishiya really hadn’t lied as the rest of the group had told them Club.

Nothing happened and they walked out clean. With a shrug, they walked past the members of the group. They remained distant, with Ippei and Chishiya mostly relying on each other while Chishiya helped (y/n).

“These biscuits are good.” They said, just after Urumi was killed.

“Did you eat them in the real world?” Chishiya asked, stealing a couple.

“Nope. I didn’t even know they existed.” (y/n) smiled, wiping some crumbs off the corner of their mouth.

“I think Urumi was mad up until she died that you didn’t.” Chishiya hummed, looking at the last two of the original group. They were crying and quite obviously lying to one another.

“It’s amazing how quickly people can lose faith in one another.” (y/n) hummed, drinking some of the green tea they had in a bottle. 

“Just shows how fragile humans are.” Chishiya replied. He stood up and walked past (y/n), patting the kid on the head as he passed. (y/n) froze, going bright red before choking on a biscuit.

“Ooh, you’re crushing?” Ippei asked, walking over after a minute.

“Shut up! No I’m not!” (y/n) denied. Ippei just laughed. They calmed down and sat in silence for a moment.

“I’m getting tired of this. Watching people betray each other because of a deadly game. I shouldn’t have made it this far to begin with.” Ippei smiled sadly, looking at the floor.

“Hey, come on, we can get through this.” (y/n) said, trying to get him to cheer up.

“During the next guess, I’m going to guess wrong. I don’t want to keep risking everything for these games.” Ippei looked at his newfound friend who looked back with creased eyebrows and a disheartened expression.

“Ending on a heart, befitting.” (y/n) smiled but it was obviously forced. It seemed as though they were just trying to lighten the mood.

After their guessing round, (y/n) walked out and bumped into the boy with hair in his eyes. He reminded the kid of those angsty teens stereotyped in shows and movies. His nervous nature and the hair all fit.

“Hey.” They said but the boy didn’t stop. “Matsushita, right?” The boy paused and (y/n) smiled. “You’ve been real quiet. Your friend was the first one to have someone killed, yeah? What’s his name?”

“Banda. And I don’t know. I wasn’t there.” Matsushita didn’t turn around completely, just kind of looking to the side over his shoulder. Four other doors opened and out walked the remaining players. Chishiya, Yaba, Kotoko, and Banda. They all seemed to stare at (y/n).

“What’s with those looks?” They asked, confused. Chishiya nodded to the unopened cell beside them and they glanced in. “Oh.”

“Ippei was too pure-hearted for this game.” Chishiya clicked his tongue. He walked off past the group. Everyone else continued looking at (y/n) who felt next to naked under all their gazes. None of them had really seen them talk to Chishiya so everyone believed the kid was all alone. They laughed nervously before walking off towards the cafeteria.

“Everyone thinks you killed him.” Chishiya rounded the corner, munching on some of the biscuits.

“I know. Ugh, now how are we supposed to win?” They asked, grabbing a box of mint pocky.

“Those are so gross.” Chishiya snickered, looking at the package.

“Shut up. What’s the plan now?” (y/n) asked.

“Well, I think they think we’re both alone now. I’ll lurk down here and try to get someone to spill, maybe intimidate Matsushita a bit about Banda and try to get Kotoko to talk to me. You will stay away from here. I’ll tell you your suit now so you won’t have to worry about getting it later.” (y/n) nodded, turning around. “Spade.”

“Turn around-”

“No, I want to see if I can get the others to tell me.” Chishiya smiled.

“But-” They were cut off by a biscuit being shoved in their mouth and receiving a little peck on the head. They started turning bright red.

“Don’t worry, I’m good at guessing games. Now go, someone is going to come down soon.” Chishiya nodded towards the stairs and (y/n) walked off.

Sure enough, the last round went smoothly. (y/n) pretty much hid in the corner, trying to keep themself busy while avoiding everyone.

“Planning to die?” Yaba asked, approaching them in the last twenty minutes.

“Yeah. Kinda no point if my buddy is dead.” They shrugged.

“I’ll tell you your suit if you tell me who you think the Jack is.” Yaba offered.

“Hmm, I’ll tell you that for free.” (y/n) offered, smiling and tapping his cheek.

Yaba laughed. “Ok, sure. I think it’s that boy you first arrived with. The one that abandoned you after your group tried to kill you.”

“Oh? Nah, if anything he’d probably be the king of diamonds. I really think it’s that boy Matsushita. He’s just…really off.” They answered, standing up and stretching. “If you were a face card, which would you be? I think I’d be one of the spades cards. Probably the Jack.”

“I’d like to be…the Jack of hearts.” Yaba smiled, tilting his head just a bit.

“That’s cool, you’d probably be really good at it.” The voice announced the guessing time, interrupting the conversation. “Well, good luck.” (y/n) got up and walked away, entering a cell.

The countdown began and they announced with a smile, “Spade.” Time ran out and only one explosion went off. After a few minutes, they heard an echo down the hall, like someone was laughing. 

“Oh, guess it really was Matsushita. Aw and I wanted him to be the nice one.” (y/n) sighed, walking out after another few minutes. They followed the voices and ended up on the same floor as Chishiya, waving down at him. Chishiya waved back and continued talking. The two walked out of the prison together, only pausing when the explosion of the blimp came from behind him.

“Well, that was fun. What’s next?” (y/n) asked, Chishiya just laughed and pulled out a stolen pack of the biscuits.

#chishiya x y/n #chishiya fluff #alice in borderland #jack of hearts #chishiya alice in borderland #x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #1.6k words

[i-just-drink-coffee]

The Yellowjackets Spotify pt1

(Lottienat First)

Lotties Playlist:

Triple Dog Dare- Lucy Dacus

When the Sun hits- Slowdive

I Will- Mitski

Yayo- Lana Del Ray

Zombie- The Cranberries

We’re in love- boygenius

Liability- Lorde

Killer- Phoebe Bridgers

Sweet, sweet intuition- Björk

Mad Woman- Taylor Swift

Nat’s playlist:

Robbers- The 1975

Seven Days till Sunday- TV Girl

Want me- Babyqueen

Buzzcut Season- Lorde

Back to black- Amy Winehouse

Each Time You Fall In Love- Cigarette After Sex

Born to die- Lana Del Ray

I wanna be yours- Artic Monkeys

Teen Idle- Marina and the diamonds

Daddy Issues- The Neighbourhood

#yellowjackets #lottie #lottienat #nat #natalie scatorccio #it’s right in my mind #music #playlist #love #the 1975 #lana del rey #taylor swift #This makes sense in my mind #I love lottienat #they’re so cute #lottie matthews

[nightlifeseries]

Diamond heads to doctor Pt1

Two days after meeting with Lionel, Diamond heads to her doctor’s appointment.

Diamond is scared and nervous about what she will be told. 

She takes 4 more pregnancy tests to confirm she isn’t losing her mind. Yep, each test says, “positive”.

BEGINNING OF STORY 

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#nightlifeseriesDiamond #sims 4 #the sims 4 #nightlifeseries #sims 4 story #ts4 story #black simblr

[bittercandysweetrain]

Tokyo revenger’s x reader with mental illness. (Shinichiro PT1)

(so this isn't to romanticize mental illness it's just for others to feel included in such stories. this is how the TKR men would deal with it in a relationship how they help or add to problems and how they learn to grow with reader. it's for fun don't take it so serious so there will be warnings in each chapter if you don't want to read it don't it's totally fine. each character was carefully matched to certain illnesses. also don't forget some people may experience different things so it's not exactly a match for everyone. This chapter we’ll be starting with Shinichiro sano.)

Illness - Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder OCD for short along with having an Anxiety tic

Author's pov - Shinichiro, oh man was he really weak for women but there was one, in particular, he could not get out of his head. she was known as the weird girl in their part of the neighborhood. She did her best to keep to herself but with such older gossiping women she was the highlight of their days. Everyday she would stop by Shin’s Bike shop exactly at 3 pm. Shinchiro at first would watch her he never understood why she did what she did. she would walk in looking down at her feet and follow the same path counting steps. at first he was intrigued but since he couldn't find out what path she was following he just forgot about it. she became a regular and he was use to seeing her he even added some things such as candy and soda to since she never bought anything from the store. however that didn't matter because she didn't buy that either.  Today was like any other day Y/n walked in the bell ring announcing she was there. Shinichiro leaned on the counter watching her she had always zigzagged around the bikes. despite there being a straight line to the register she started to the right and around the first bike. He saw this everyday, however one day after getting a huge order. some of the areas she would walk was taken up and she tripped going over one of the boxes. So he decided to rearrange the bike shop for her. to make it easier for her to walk around, which is what he thought he was doing. (y/n) went to take one step into the shop pausing when she noticed the bikes were no longer lined up how they use to be. there was a bigger space now and because the bikes were now long ways cutting off the areas she would usually walk through. the tools were moved as well hanging on the wall. "Hey (f/n)" Shinichiro waved at her with his signature sano smile. (y/n) sank her teeth into her lip the tile was off there was more pieces now visible. She followed the same route she usually did four tiles in three to the right. however that was gone it was now six tiles in four to the right. "why did you move everything" she asked staying where she was "Well Just trying something new." Shinichiro said "you shouldn't have changed it, it was better the other way I can help you change it back," she said, "I think it's fine like this." he said (f/n) had a sudden chill up her spine she turned her head to the side causing her to let out a soft groan almost sounding like a moan she then clicked her tongue. "Believe me it was better the other way," she said turning she went to leave the shop but couldn't. she had to do this she had to finish what she started. turning back around she went back into the shop she could do this she could walk the same route. Shinichiro watched her struggle to do the path she usually did but nothing stopped her from completing it even if she had to redo it five times. 

(Y/n)'s pov - Before Shinichiro owned the bike shop it was a candy shop with tall shelves filled with every candy imaginable. As a little girl my father would bring me everyday after school at three o'clock. He would hold my hand and then we would go inside, I would follow the red diamonds on the floor in a specific pattern. in two diamonds stop then to the right follow the diamonds around the shelves. I never understood why my father brought me everyday but later it was because he seen how calm I was doing what I needed. years went by and when I was 13 the store closed. the first year was the hardest for me I kept finding myself going to the locked doors. I needed it, I needed to count my steps inside, But I couldn't do what I needed. My father told me I should change it so that I could do the same steps at the house the feet weren't the same it was much smaller the steps didn't add up. eventually something else took over it consumed my life! everyday I would wash my hands three times, lock and unlock the door six times, I would pace the room in a square around the bed eight times. My food couldn't touch I had a specific breakfast, lunch, and dinner everyday that could not change. even in school I would often be late for class for touching each door nob and counting the tiles. it calmed me to do so and if I couldn't it drove me insane I was aggravated and couldn't stop thinking about it. I think maybe that's why my mother left me and my dad. she wanted me to change she tried to force me to stop but I couldn’t. and he understood perfectly how breaking that schedule was too much for me. hell, he had his own thing going on I admit maybe I was too aggressive with my mother. but do you have any idea how hard it is when my sleep was consumed by the thought of how I might have messed up or miscounted? years would pass and nothing felt good anymore but one day I saw a flyer, the store was opening again. When I had heard about the shop opening I knew it was my chance to fix that mistake I might have made years ago, but when I walked into the shop the diamond tiles were gone. It pissed me off what the hell why would they remove them? they were perfect. luckily enough the placement of the bikes were exactly where the shelves stood. even if the red diamonds weren't there I could still picture them. Just like where the tools hung if I pictured it correctly it was a wall of candy. but when Shinichiro changed everything I was so aggrivated why, why did he have to go and do that to me!

Author's pov - Later that night after closing up Shinichiro left, heading home before it was late and he decided to stop by a nearby restaurant to get a meal. ordering his food he stood in line waiting when his phone suddenly rang. answering it he could hear an unknown man's voice "Shinichiro sano?" the man asked "yes?" he answered, "This is Police officer Jin we got a call your alarm system went off it seems someone had broken into your shop." he said Shinichiro's eyes widen "I'm down the street I will be there in a minute." he said rushing out of the shop he hurried down the street in his flip flops it took him about fifteen minutes to even get there taking a breath as he slowly walked up to the police. (Y/n) sat in the back of the police car her head laying against the window as she stared at the shop. Shinichiro slowly walked up to the car tapping on the window the cop opened the door pulling (y/n) out. "(y/n)? what are you doing going in the shop after hours?" he asked (y/n) looked down "can you put everything back" she asked "the way it was please, I was going to do it myself but the alarm it went off" she said, "why?" Shinichiro questioned "It's hard to explain but ever since I was little that shop has been a certain why. when you changed it, I couldn't sleep I needed it back the way it was I know it sounds weird but Imagine having a stain on your shirt, and no matter how many times you scrub it doesn't come off. every day you worry about how you look wearing that shirt so you buy a new one and it has the same stain except you buy this magic eraser and suddenly when you wipe it the stain comes off. but the stain only wears off for so long before you need to use the eraser again that is what it is like for me every day." she said "I'm sorry" she said, Shinichiro didn't understand but he knew if he talked to her more he could get a better idea of what it was like for her. He looked at the cop "I know her it's okay to let her go." he said, "are you sure?" Officer jin asked "yeah I am" he said Officer jin undid the cuffs "how about we go inside and talk.” y/n nodded in agreement as she followed him into the shop. 

#mental illness #sad #romance #Tokyo Revengers #shinichiro x reader

[cupofkey]

Not the same anon but drop the list. Pls. 👀 (Only if you want to of course)

YES OFC!! I'll sort by artist and list the albums. this playlist is legit 30 hours long and a lot of it is there for atmosphere and vibes, but I'll * the albums that are essential for me and my vision!!

arctic monkeys - am, tranquility base coldplay - *mylo xyloto dance with the dead - near dark destroy boys - make room (+fences) epik high - pieces pt1, epik high is here pt1 florence + the machine - lungs, *how big how blue gorillaz - *demon days, plastic beach hozier - wasteland baby japanese breakfast - psychopomp, *soft sounds, jubilee the japanese house - good at falling lorde - pure heroine maneskin - teatro d'ira v1 miracle musical - hawaii pt2 mitski - be the cowboy, makeout creek, *laurel hell, the land is inhospitable *muse - origins of symmetry, absolution, black holes and revelations, drones, resistance, the 2nd law my chemical romance - danger days the neighbourhood - I love you, wiped out of monsters and men - fever dream pink floyd - *animals, dark side of the moon, shine on you crazy diamond; plus some cuts from the wall poppy - I disagree pvris - white noise, all we know of heaven also, selections from the rent movie (2005) soundtrack, and the entirety of *chess in concert (2008)

thanks for asking! it's definitely an interesting genre mix (some rock, some pop, some alt, edm, industrial metal, khiphop??? musicals???) but I love it and it's an integral part of my writing process.

super different from when I was writing both sides now and I ONLY listened to joni mitchell, although kind of the same in the sense that the music is the thematic and tonal core of the story. you can bet for the next longfic I write there will be musical inspiration and a playlist. I love music so much guys every genre every level. I love talking about music. let's talk more about music what do we fw?? any album suggestions for my massive playlist??

#ask #rant #music #thank you for asking anon! #hopefully this was interesting #i would recommend all of these albums. theyre great

[sassyshin]

Thinking about Drake today made me remember the start of pt1 btw. I always think that as bad as some stuff was there was also some diamond in the brute moments

Like people always mention Mozarts speech to Mash but one that I remember to this day as well was us going through a graveyard in Orleans and Jeanne lamenting the deaths of the people in there and saying “may they rest in peace” then Phantom suddenly popping up in the screen and being like

“Peace? Do you really think that’s what the people laying in here want?”

That really got me

[yoha-oa-art]

✨🎀 MASTERLIST 🎀✨

🩷TWST INTRO🩷

Twisted Family

Train Family

Hunt Family | Family Time

Zigvolt Family

Leech & Ashengrotto Families

Scheonheit & Shroud Families | FAMILY TIME pt1

Roseheart & Clover Families

Al asim & Viper Families

Kingscholar & Bucchi Families

Draconia Family

Trappola Family

Diamond Family

Felmier Family

Howl Family

Twisted Baby Ver

Overblot ver part 1 part 2

Vice-dorm leaders + cater part 1 part 2

First years + silver part 1 part 2

Twisted Loading Screen

Part 1 Part2 part3 part4

Twisted Casual

Leona & Ruggie

Vil & Rook

Malleus & Lilia

Idia & Ortho

Kalim & Jamil

Azul & Jade

Riddle & Trey

Ace & Deuce

Jack & Epel

Sebek & Silver

Yoha, saku & grim

Twisted Teyvat

Riddle, Trey and Cater

Leona and Ruggie

Octatrio

Scarabia duo

Vil and Rook

Ignihyde

Malleus, Lilia and Silver

Ace, Deuce and Grim

Rollo, Gidel and Fellow

Train, Crewel and Sam

Twst NPCs

Heartslabyul

Savannaclaw

Octavinelle

Scarabia

OC Art

OC intro Yoha Saku

LeoHa

Character Sheet

Autumn in Ramshackle

Yoha and Saku vs Grim : Daily life in Ramshackle

Disney 100

1 min lipstick challenge

Halloween [scary dress] cards

The Swanson brothers

Playful land [Playful dress] cards

Other art

Leona Birthday

The Stitch collaboration fan art

Riddle Birthday

Unhatched

Rollo fanart

Leona Magift

1K Grim fanart

Crowley fanart

TwstTeyvat Ortho fanart

Day in a life of a Trappola

Leona fanart

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