#♡。 ♡。 ♡。 ♡。 ♡。 ♡。 ♡。ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[odorefal]

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ athlete!sukuna has a thing for your lips.

you don’t even get a chance to secure your cherry-flavored lip balm before a strong, calloused hand plucks it right from your grasp without warning.

“hey!” you protest, turning to face sukuna, who grins like he’s just won something. he twirls the tiny tube between his fingers, clearly entertained, his gym bag slung casually over his shoulder. dressed in his practice jersey, he’s all sweat and arrogance, the scent of exertion clinging to him.

“what’s this?" he muses, turning the tiny tube over in his fingers. “cherry-flavored? figures. you always taste just as sweet as you act, sunshine.”

heat creeps up your neck, caught off guard by the nickname. he’s never called you “sunshine” before. “cut it out. just give it back already.”

“nah.” he grins, applying the balm like he hasn’t just committed a crime. your entire soul leaves your body. “you did not just—”

“mm,” he muses, tilting his head as he smacks his lips thoughtfully. “not bad, but i have a feeling it tastes even sweeter from the source.”

before you can protest, sukuna traps you against the lockers, his presence overwhelming—fresh sweat, burning heat, and stolen cherry. he tilts your chin up effortlessly, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“only one way to know if i got the full effect.”

his lips press against yours—slow at first, then hungrier, stealing the cherry right off your mouth. when he finally leans back, you barely remember why you wanted your lip balm back in the first place.

with a cocky smirk, sukuna steps back and tosses the lip balm into his bag, watching it land smoothly beneath his spare jersey.

slinging the bag over his shoulder, he grins. “guess you’ll have to work for it.”

“unbelievable,” you mutter, glaring up at him. “absolutely insufferable.”

“and you love me.” he grins, tossing your stolen lip balm in the air before disappearing onto the court, leaving you utterly flustered and questioning all your life choices.

––

unaware of the stares he was getting, sukuna strutted onto the court—meanwhile, his teammates were trying to figure out why he suddenly had glossy, cherry-kissed lips, as if he wants to look kissable.

( kiss me instead ᐢ ̥_ ̫ _ ̥ᐢ )

[recoverdfile]

𝄞 ❤︎ཉ࿔ i blame it on your love, 𝒾 𝒹𝑜

[docces]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ◯ ₊˚ ｡ 𓈀 Я Can't Feel Завтра (〃艸〃)

֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ ֗ ִ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ ֗ ִ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ᳝ ࣪ ִ ۫ ˑ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ ֗ ִ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ᳝ ࣪ ִ ۫֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ ֗ ִ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ ֗ ִ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ᳝ ࣪ ִ ۫ ˑ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ ֗ ִ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ᳝ ࣪ ִ ۫

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𐙚 — 直井 怜 ˚ ₊ ‧ 〃❀˖ 〃 °.

[zolass]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝗯𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ···─OUR ABDITORY with Silvan

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCharacter by @yanderefarm

Summary: It's strange how feelings can change over time, before he was just some human to you. So how did he become your favorite? wc: 1.2k

tags: fluff, ooc silvan + reader, mentions of sexual and a bit dark things ig, pretty silvan, +

Abditory: (n.) a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place.

Note: Soo only three more to go, Silvan as of currently has the longest one TvT Also I noticed that I actually struggle to write them fucked up, so probably all of them are currently getting babied by my ass. I had the idea yesterday but not as big as this, just the intertwined fingers the rest came from alone (and the title)

Anyways hope y'all enjoy this <3

It was yet again a rather dull morning, life got so boring, vampires took over the humans, having them as a simple food source, someone they could use for pleasure.

Being on the top of the food chain definitely got less and less exciting, while it also might be that you rather took some pity towards your pet, Silvan. Most of the time he was so– out of it. Scared you would throw him away, but god his blood was addicting and the way he always looked so blissed out after you fed on him.

So you decided to keep him longer, even as he slowly turned into a fool in love. You noticed how he looked at you, wanting to be the only one that you feast on. Which soon proved itself to be right as you brought a human just for a bit to– replace Silvan’s place.

The way his eyes filled with unshed tears, he didn’t get angry as you expected he would be, he simply ran and for the first time in a long time of your immortal life, there was a tug on your dead heart. 

Was it really good to slowly see him as more than a simple pet? Of course not.

But did you care after you saw his teary face, slowly getting brighter, as you told him he would be the only pet you would keep. Soon he clung at you, as a big smile was plastered on his lips, you couldn’t help but suppress a sigh as you wrapped your arms around Silvan, before you lifted him up and carried him to your room.

As you sit him on the bed, he quickly grasps the end of your sleeve. Your eyes found him, a pout settled on his lips and tears welled up in his eyes. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered with a shaky voice. Your eyes wandered over his body, he looked rather thin, not in a healthy way.

Slowly you sat down beside him, gently taking his hand off of your sleeve. A pitiful whine left Silvan, but you only took his small and boney hand in yours with utmost care. He looks so fragile, compared to your healthy being, “Are you eating enough?” You suddenly asked, before you gently intertwined your fingers with his. 

There was a moment of brief silence, as Silvan’s eyes were simply staring at your locked fingers with wide round eyes. His eyes opened and closed like a fish, before he seemed to remember your question, making him shake his head in slight shame. 

A slight scoff left you, before gently pushing Silvan back on the bed. “Well then, I’ll get you something to eat, while you rest.” Silvan wanted to protest, but you simply raised your hand, “Can’t have my favorite pet dying on me, can I?” Were your words, before you left the bedroom.

Silvan looked at the half closed door, like a deer in headlights. His hand moved to his chest, where his heart was beating erratically, clenching the fabric of his shirt.

He was your favorite.

Biting his lip was fruitless as the smile was still showing on his face. When you came back you felt the happiness radiating off of Silvan. You watched as he happily ate the food you brought him, watching as an imaginary tail wagged happily behind him. 

A small smile played on your lips, maybe it wasn’t that bad to have him by your side. He’s a refreshing change, from the oh so dull life.

With that a few months passed, as suddenly news spread of the humans fighting back their owners, you weren’t sure how it was possible, but there were also deaths of two vampires. 

It was shocking to hear, an immortal being dying? 

The news broadcasted how there’s multiple uprisings and riots in other cities. It wouldn’t be long until the same would happen in yours.

You were deeply immersed in your own thoughts, that Silvan actually managed to make you jump, ever so slightly in your seat. Your eyes met his round ones that were filled with concern. Over the past few months the relationship between you and your pet has gotten better, the happiness that he feels seemed to have an effect on how his blood tasted even more sweeter, that’s rather what you told yourself.

“I would never do anything like these people,” Silvan said, confusing you for a second until you remember the news that you both watched together. Your hand that was lazily wrapped around his waist, grabbed a bit tighter into his soft flesh. “I know,” you said while eyeing his figure. He had gained back a lot more weight, the ones half dead looking Silvan, now looked like a blooming flower in your arms. “But I won’t put you in the danger of other dumb beings, so we’re leaving.” You told Silvan, who looked surprised by your words.

“Where are we going?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but smile at him, “It’s going to be a surprise, but one thing I can tell you– there won’t be many people around to hear your cute moans in the future.”

A soft gasp left Silvan, while a blush formed on his cheeks spreading to his neck, as he squeezed his thighs together. Both of you didn’t do anything big sexually, you only jerked him off while you feasted on his blood. You still remember how his legs were spread open and shaking, while his head rested against your shoulder and the loud moans spilling from his lips.

It didn’t take long for you to secure everything that would be important for both of you to simply disappear from the public eye.

Another month passed in your new home, you were sitting at the dining table while Silvan tried to cook your guys lunch, his tongue sticking out as his eyes were focused on the food on the stove. His hair grew a bit longer and was tied in a messy half-up to keep the hair out of his face while cooking.

The Tv was on in the living room, connected to the kitchen, another news broadcast, humans and vampires were still fighting against each other, it was basically another war. Many hope that it will settle soon, tired of the losses both sides suffer. 

Soon a plate landed in front of you, and you couldn’t help but smile at Silvan, “Looks good,” you simply spoke. Yeah, as a vampire you don’t actually have to eat human food, but it made Silvan happy to cook for you and eat with you, so you did just that. “Do you think they would fuck?” Silvan suddenly asked, while cutting into the meat, you looked perplexed at him, Silvan has gotten a lot more bold and confident with you, speaking his mind rather openly, which can lead to situations like this.

“Who?” You simply asked him, now it was Silvan that looked at you, “Well Adin and Loic, they could be enemies to lovers..” Silvan said. His words made your mouth drop open, Adin and Loic were the current leaders in the ‘war’ so it was a rather weird question of Silvan, “Maybe you shouldn’t read too many books, dear.” You settled on this answer, Silvan only shrugged his shoulders before continuing to eat, “you never know, meanie.” 

With these words you both simply enjoyed the rest of the day, hopefully for a long, long time to come.

[rottenfyre]

┊ㅤㅤㅤㅤ┊ㅤㅤㅤㅤ┊ㅤㅤㅤㅤ┊ㅤㅤㅤㅤ┊ㅤ┊ㅤㅤㅤㅤ┊ㅤㅤㅤ ♡ㅤㅤㅤ ┊ㅤㅤㅤㅤ┊ㅤ┊ㅤㅤㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ♡ㅤㅤㅤ ┊ㅤ♡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ♡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

𝑌𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝐵𝑈𝐿𝐿𝑌 who's obsessed with your pussy ⁺¹⁸

Yandere bully who is so mean to you in public, constantly teasing and making you cry, taunting you in front of everyone, pushing your buttons just to see you break. "What's wrong, baby? Gonna cry again?" He grins, acting like the bitch he's known to be. But in private, he's on his knees, your obedient pet, begging to please you however you want.

Yandere bully who's addicted to you, desperate for your approval. He'll do anything to have you, anything to make you cum, anything to feel like he's worthy of your attention -even if it means pushing you to the brink of pleasure every chance he gets.

Yandere bully who gets you alone any chance he gets and makes you cum over and over again, his cruel exterior gone as he worships you with his mouth and hands. "You're so fucking beautiful when you cum for me. 'Il do anything for you, baby." His fingers don't stop, even when you're shaking, his lips constantly moving over your sensitive skin, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you can't take it anymore.

Yandere bully who loves catching you off guard when you're trying to study, slipping under the table and spreading your legs without a word. His fingers slip inside you while his tongue circles your clit, licking and sucking on it like he can't get enough. You try to concentrate, but it's impossible, and he knows it. "Come on, baby, keep studying while I make you feel good." He smirks against you, watching you fall apart as he fingers you under the desk.

Yandere bully who loves to suck on his lollipop in front of you, popping it in and out of his mouth with a teasing grin, only to push it inside your pussy without warning. "How's that feel, baby? Bet you never thought this sweet thing could fuck you, huh?" He moves it in and out, his eyes locked on your expression as he watches you struggle. And when he's done, he pulls it out, licks it clean, and goes right back to sucking on it like nothing happened, savoring your taste mixed with the candy.

Yandere bully who acts like he's in control, always smug and cruel with the things he says, but the moment you're soaking wet and he's got his mouth on you, it's like he's a different person. "Fuck, I can't get enough of this. You taste so good, baby... I need more, please."

Yandere bully who moans like he's the one getting head whenever he's between your legs, his voice breaking as he eat you out. He can't help the sounds slipping out of his mouth, so lost in the taste of you that he's grinding himself against the mattress. "Fuck, baby... you taste so fucking good. I'm gonna lose it.." The pleasure in his voice is unreal, like he's the one being pleasured.

Yandere bully who gets absolutely lost between your legs, so pussy-drunk he forgets everything else around him. His mouth is buried between your thighs, licking and kissing like he's been deprived of it for days. He's groaning into you, the wet sounds echoing as he slurps up everything you give him, completely obsessed.

Yandere bully who talks directly to your pussy like it's a person, his voice low and ragged, whispering how good it is, how perfect it feels for him. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking sweet.. So good for me. God, I'm never letting you go." He kisses it like it's his lips, muttering praises to it while his tongue laps you up.

Yandere bully who gets so messy and sloppy, his face drenched with your slick, but he doesn't care. The more you give him, the more he wants, making filthy, lewd noises as he fuck you with his tongue. "Shit... I can't get enough. I need more, more of you." He's never satisfied, his fingers spreading you open just so he can see how you pulse for him.

Yandere bully who doesn't just lick, he makes love to your pussy with his mouth, slow at first, dragging his tongue in long strokes like he's savoring every taste. Then he's frantic, desperate, his lips locking around your clit, sucking so hard you can't hold back your moans, and he loves it. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet for me. Keep making those sounds, I'm fucking addicted to this."

Yandere bully who can't keep his hands off, always pinching and smacking your pussy between sloppy licks, just to watch it bounce and twitch under his touch. "God, I love seeing you like this, so swollen and needy for me." He'd smack it again, the sound so lewd it makes you blush.

Yandere bully who loves to spits on your pussy, his eyes dark with lust as he watches his saliva drip onto you before diving in with his tongue. "Look at this, baby. So fucking messy for me, just how I like it." He grins, dragging his tongue through the wetness and your slick, slurping noisily like he's savoring every second of it.

Yandere bully who bites your pussy just to see your reaction, his teeth grazing over your swollen lips, nipping at your sensitive skin. "Come on, baby, don't squirm. You know you love it when I get a little rough with you." His voice is low, teasing, as he watches your body jerk at the sensation. He alternates between soft kisses and sharp bites, pushing your limits.

Yandere bully who buries his face deeper, tongue pushing into you as far as it can go while his nose grinds against your clit. He groans with each taste, like he's drowning in pleasure just from having you on his lips. "You're so fucking perfect. I could eat this forever:" His words are so slurred and desperate, like he's too far gone to think straight anymore.

Yandere bully who tells you he loves you for the first time when you squirt into his mouth, the taste driving him so insane that the confession slips out before he can stop it. "Fuck... I love you. I fucking love you." His voice is hoarse, and he's groaning like he's the one cumming, licking up every drop you give him as his face gets soaked in your release. He's a mess, panting, eyes wide as the reality of what he just said settles in, but he doesn't take it back.

Yandere bully who gets so overwhelmed eating you out that he cums in his pants without even touching himself, his body shaking with how much he's lost in it. He's a mess, his cock twitching in his soaked boxers while he keeps his mouth on you. "Oh god.. fuck.. I'm cumming... I can't- shit-"And even after he cums, he still doesn't stop, licking up every drop of you like it's his lifeline.

Yandere bully who grinds himself against the bed, getting off just by eating you out, humping the mattress as he moans into you, obsessed with how you taste and feel. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum just like this... you're too fucking good. I can't take it..."

Yandere bully who stays between your legs even after you're spent, lazily licking and kissing, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "l'm not done... Stay still..." His voice is low, almost hoarse, as he presses one last kiss against your pussy, so utterly drunk on it that he can't stop himself.

Yandere bully who takes so many pictures of your pussy that his phone is filled with them. He's got one as his lock screen, grinning every time he unlocks his phone and sees it there. "God, you're so fucking pretty. I can't get enough." He pulls out his phone to take even more photos when you're spread out for him, snapping pictures while muttering to himself about how perfect you look. He's gross, but he doesn't care-he's obsessed with having every part of you to himself.

Yandere bully who wants to shave you himself, his hands steady as he moves the razor over your skin, but it always ends the same way-with him making you cum so hard that your pussy is swollen and puffy by the time he's done. "You look so cute like this... all swollen for me." His fingers trace over your sensitive skin, teasing you even more, knowing you're already overstimulated. He never stops until you've cum over and over again, leaving you a trembling, swollen mess.

Yandere bully who isn't satisfied until he's made you cum more times than you can count, watching you shake and scream, completely addicted to the way your body reacts. "Look at you.. all mine. No one else gets to touch you like this. Only me." He's possessive, obsessed, and so pussy-drunk that he's practically begging for more, even when you can't take it anymore.

Yandere bully who cries when you cum on his tongue, so overwhelmed by how sweet you taste that tears well up in his eyes. He's moaning and sobbing, his face soaked with a mixture of your wetness and his tears. "You're so fucking sweet.. so perfect... fuck, I can't take it..."He presses his face deeper into you, tongue flicking desperately, crying with how much he loves the way you feel.

Yandere bully who steals your dirty panties every chance he gets, slipping them into his pocket when you're not looking. He hides them away just so he can sniff and lick them later, getting off to your scent like a total pervert. "God, you smell so fucking good.. I can't stop thinking about İt." He presses the fabric to his nose, groaning as he grinds against the bed, cumming hard while licking your panties, completely high.

Yandere bully who can be the meanest, most disgusting version of himself, using your body for his pleasure, but you can feel the way he's addicted to you, how much he needs to please you. It's a twisted game between love and hate-he's cruel, mean, but the moment he's got his hands on you, he can't stop himself from worshipping you in the most filthy, desperate ways possible.

@ 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[miubuni]

❤︎ .˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳. ❤︎ .˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.❤︎ .˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳. ❤︎ .˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳. ❤︎

⠀ ᴗ͈ ㉨ ᴗ͈ ⠀ 🥐 ♡パン⠀ ⬭ ｡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

[chansdoll]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ현진ㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤnot just friendsㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

★ pairing。nonidol!hyunjin x afab!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎g. ╰・  angst , smut‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cw。 unprotected sex , oral (f. receiving) , they're in love your honor wc。 4.3k

lana's note!  ᰍᩚ this is kinda like a friends to lovers type thing except it starts late in the situationship phase, idk what this is tbh, i got bored and thought of it

♡ masterlist

it was a typical friday night, the kind of party everyone in your class had been buzzing about for days. a packed house, music pulsing through the walls, the air thick with alcohol and the sharp bite of too many cheap colognes. you were there, perched on the worn-out couch in the sunroom with your friends, half-listening as they gushed over the guys at the party. the room was dimly lit, the only glow coming from a few tangled strings of fairy lights that flickered unevenly, casting soft shadows across the walls.

you wanted to be here—at least, that’s what you told yourself. you liked the distraction, the way alcohol dulled the edges of emotions you refused to acknowledge. lately, those emotions had been clawing at your chest, threatening to spill over, and drinking was the only thing that kept them at bay. you weren’t about to let yourself feel, not when feeling meant risking getting hurt again.

then, as if on cue, he walked in.

hyunjin.

your heart lurched the second your eyes landed on him, a cruel reminder of something you wanted but could never have. he strolled in effortlessly, his presence commanding attention without even trying, flanked by felix and changbin. his dark eyes swept over the room, taking in the scene, and then—inevitably—they found you.

you didn’t think. you just acted. without hesitation, you tipped your glass back, downing the rest of your drink in one go. the burn of the alcohol was nothing compared to the ache in your chest, the one that only seemed to grow stronger every time he was near. you needed more. more to drink, more distance, more anything to push away the emotions threatening to surface.

hyunjin noticed. of course, he did.

he didn’t say anything right away, but you felt his eyes on you—watching, assessing. he always had this way of looking at you, like he was trying to solve a puzzle only he could see. he could tell something was wrong, that you were struggling, but he didn’t know why.

and you weren’t about to let him find out.

for years, you and hyunjin had been inseparable. what started as a simple friendship—born from long nights studying together, laughing over inside jokes, and supporting each other through the highs and lows of life—evolved into something deeper, something unspoken. he was your safe place, and you were his. but neither of you ever crossed that line, both too scared to risk what you had.

then, everything changed.

a few months ago, you went through a painful breakup, one that left you reeling. you had trusted, loved, and given your heart away—only to have it shattered. the pain made you wary, hesitant to let anyone get too close again. and hyunjin, ever the patient friend, had been there for you through it all. he never pushed, never asked for more than you could give. he just stayed.

but one night, after too many drinks and too many lingering stares, you found yourself in his arms in a way you never had before. it wasn’t just a moment of weakness—it was comfort, desperation, need. what was supposed to be a one-time thing became something neither of you could walk away from. it started with stolen kisses behind closed doors, tangled sheets, and hushed promises of this doesn’t mean anything. but as the weeks passed, something shifted.

the sex turned softer, more intimate. he would press lingering kisses to your temple, trace gentle patterns on your skin afterward. you would wake up in his bed, wrapped in his warmth, and pretend you didn’t crave staying longer. it was dangerous—because the more time you spent wrapped up in hyunjin, the harder it became to deny what was happening between you.

but you had to deny it.

because falling for him meant opening yourself up again. and after what you had been through, you weren’t sure you could survive that kind of heartbreak twice.

so you pushed him away. again. and again.

but hyunjin wasn’t stupid. he saw through every excuse, every attempt to put distance between you. he knew you felt it too—knew you were running from something real. and no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart ached every time you saw him.

and now, as your eyes met his, from across the kitchen, the ache in your chest grew. 

it didn’t take long for you to get tipsy enough to crave hyunjin’s touch—his warmth, his presence—and he welcomed you with open arms. before you knew it, you were stumbling into a bedroom upstairs, hands everywhere, lips colliding in desperate, messy kisses.

his fingers dug into your waist, pulling you closer, and you clutched at his shirt, tugging at the fabric until it bunched against his ribs. he broke the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head, tossing it aside before his mouth crashed back to yours—hot and needy.

“you look so good tonight,” he muttered, voice low and breathless against your lips. his hands slid down to your hips, guiding you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed.

you barely remembered falling onto the mattress—all you remembered was the way hyunjin followed, crawling over you with that same hunger burning in his eyes. his lips moved down your neck, biting and kissing and tasting while your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer.

everything blurred—clothes tugged and tossed aside, warm skin pressed against yours. your breaths mingled in the charged air, messy and uneven.

he kissed down your body, his mouth hot and teasing as he moved lower. you gasped when his lips ghosted over your inner thigh, and then you moaned outright when he pressed a lingering kiss to your mound.

“hyun—” you whined, but your words melted into a sharp gasp when his tongue met your clit. he licked you like he was savoring you, dragging his tongue in slow, deliberate circles before closing his lips around your most sensitive spot. a deep groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against you. he was lost in it—lost in you—his hands gripping your thighs tightly to keep you from squirming away.

“fuck—oh my god,” you gasped, clutching at the sheets as the pressure in your core built rapidly. his fingers flexed harder against your skin, his nails digging into your flesh, and your body tensed.

“i’m—shit, i’m cumming,” you cried out, your body shaking violently as the pleasure crashed over you.

he didn’t stop—not right away. he kept licking, sucking, savoring every bit of you until the overstimulation forced you to gently push his head away. even then, he lingered, leaving a messy kiss against your soaked folds before rising to his feet.

his cock was heavy in his boxers, the outline thick and prominent as he hurriedly shoved the fabric down. he crawled over you again, kissing you roughly—hungry, like he needed this, needed you.

“you’re driving me insane,” he rasped against your lips, his hand fumbling to spread your thighs wider. his cock bobbed against your slick entrance, and you reached down, guiding him inside you.

he pushed in slowly, groaning low in his throat as you stretched around him. the feeling was overwhelming—the heat, the weight of him pressed so perfectly against you.

it started fast and frantic—hips grinding together in messy desperation. you clung to him, his skin warm and slick beneath your fingertips, both of you chasing something primal and raw. but somewhere in the haze of it all, something shifted.

his kisses deepened, slowing to something softer, something felt. his fingers laced with yours, pinning your hand beside your head as he rocked into you, deep and deliberate. his forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm and shaky against your lips.

“fuck,” he groaned, voice strained like he was holding himself back. his free hand trailed along your waist, down to your thigh, where his fingers dug in just enough to ground you.

it was too much—his body against yours, the way he filled you so perfectly. the way he whispered your name, soft and reverent, like you were something precious.

your heart raced, your breath hitched, and before you could stop it, the pressure in your core unraveled once more. it rushed through you fast and hard, making your body arch beneath him.

“f-fuck,” you choked out, and then—without thinking, without meaning to—you said it.

“i love you.”

the words tumbled from your lips right as you reached your peak, your body trembling beneath him as waves of pleasure rolled through you.

hyunjin stilled for half a second, his hips stuttering before he fully realized what you had said. his breath hitched—and somehow, those three words undid him.

“shit—” his voice broke as he pushed all the way inside you, burying himself deep as his own orgasm tore through him. a string of groans left his lips, shaky and breathless, as he filled you with his release.

you barely registered the warmth spreading inside you—you were too lost in your own head, panic settling in like ice beneath your skin. you clung to him, your breath unsteady, trying to ignore the weight of what had just slipped out.

you couldn’t take it back.

and somehow, that terrified you more than anything.

the air felt heavier now, thick with something you couldn’t name. neither of you spoke as you pulled your clothes back on—hyunjin grabbing his shirt from the floor while you reached for your dress, still crumpled on the edge of the bed.

he moved slower than usual, his eyes flicking toward you every few seconds like he was trying to find the right words. you knew what was coming—you could feel it.

“you meant it, didn’t you?” his voice was soft but certain.

you froze for a beat, fingers faltering at the zipper of your dress. “what?”

“you know what,” he said, stepping closer. “what you said before.”

you swallowed hard, refusing to meet his gaze. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“you do,” he insisted, his voice firm now.

“i don’t.” you turned to face him, zipping your dress the rest of the way with a sharp tug. “i was tipsy. we were... caught up in the moment. i don’t even remember half of what i said.”

it wasn’t true—you remembered everything. the way his body felt against yours, the warmth of his breath, the way the words had just spilled out before you could stop them. but admitting that? no chance.

hyunjin scoffed softly, raking a hand through his hair. “sure,” he muttered, his tone dry. “whatever you say.”

“yeah,” you snapped, grabbing your purse from the nightstand. “whatever i say.”

you knew you were being cold, but you couldn’t stop yourself. it was easier to shut him out than to face what had just happened. because if you did—if you let yourself feel it—you knew you’d fall too hard. and after everything you’d been through, that was a risk you couldn’t take.

“are you coming?” you asked, barely sparing him a glance before heading for the door.

hyunjin didn’t answer right away. but when you reached the hallway, you heard his footsteps behind you, following you back to the party like nothing had happened.

only it had. and you knew there was no running from it for long.

the next day, hyunjin sent you a text:

hey. wanna grab coffee?

you stared at the message for a long time, your thumb hovering over the keyboard. you typed out a few responses—sure, i can’t, i’m sorry—but you deleted them all. nothing felt right.

you felt awful. awful for how you snapped at him, awful for pretending like nothing had happened, and even worse for how scared you were. scared of opening up, scared of hurting him, scared of getting hurt yourself. you couldn’t risk that. not again.

so, for the first time since you and hyunjin had been friends, you turned off your read receipts.

and of course, he noticed.

hyunjin lay on his dorm bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen like he could will a reply out of you. his text still sat unread, no confirmation that you’d seen it. he knew you were acting cold—he wasn’t stupid. ever since that night, you’d been distant, avoiding eye contact, cutting conversations short, disappearing whenever he walked into a room.

he knew you were dealing with things—your breakup had left you guarded, pulling away from everyone who tried to get close. but he thought he was different. he thought he was helping.

the next evening, he found himself wandering to one of the campus cafés—somewhere you both used to go all the time. it was crowded, filled with clusters of students cramming for exams or killing time between classes.

and that’s when he saw you.

you were tucked into the corner by the window, sitting across from some guy hyunjin didn’t recognize. he looked your age, maybe a little older, with an easy smile that made hyunjin’s stomach churn.

he watched from a distance, eyes narrowing as the guy leaned closer, whispering something that made you laugh—actually laugh. the sound made hyunjin’s chest tighten.

his mind raced. maybe this was nothing—just some classmate, someone you bumped into. but the way you smiled... the way you twirled your straw between your fingers, leaning in just a little closer... it felt different.

he told himself it wasn’t a big deal, that you were allowed to spend time with whoever you wanted.

but deep down, it felt like he was losing you.

hyunjin was standing near the counter, waiting for his order. he was dressed casually—sweatpants and a hoodie—but he still managed to stand out.

your heart dropped.

for a second, you just stared. he looked tired, his face drawn in a way that made guilt gnaw at your insides. his phone was in his hand, his thumb flicking over the screen like he was checking for something—checking for you.

when he finally looked up, your eyes locked.

your breath hitched.

his gaze hardened, just slightly, his face unreadable. you knew that look—it was the one he gave when he was hurt but refused to show it.

the guy across from you kept talking, laughing at his own joke, but you couldn’t hear a word of it. hyunjin’s eyes flicked from you to the guy sitting at your table, and something in his expression shifted—a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place.

you dropped your gaze, suddenly unable to hold it. your fingers curled around your drink, knuckles going white from how tightly you gripped it.

“you okay?” the guy asked, finally noticing your sudden silence.

“yeah,” you lied, forcing a smile that felt thin and strained. “i’m fine.”

the soft glow of the moonlight slipped through the blinds, casting faint shadows across the room. you stared up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the night pressing against your chest. the silence was suffocating, and yet your thoughts wouldn’t let you escape.

tossing onto your side, you tugged the blanket tighter around yourself, the heat from your body offering no comfort. your mind refused to quiet. you couldn’t stop thinking about him — about hyunjin.

it wasn’t supposed to be this way. you weren’t supposed to feel so lost. so fucking confused. you had been fine before, or at least, you thought you were. you hadn’t expected to fall into something like this with him.

you let out a shaky breath, your heart pounding beneath your ribs. you were afraid — of what, exactly, you weren’t even sure. afraid of letting him in, afraid of loving him, afraid of not being good enough to keep him. every time you let yourself get close to him, the fear crept in, and now it had spiraled into this mess of misunderstandings and regrets.

you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to shut out the thoughts, but they only grew louder. you had pushed him away. you had hurt him, and now... now you were ruining everything. your friendship with hyunjin, the one thing that had been consistent in your life, was slipping through your fingers. you were scared. so scared of what he might mean to you, what you might mean to him.

the tears came unbidden, hot and fast. you rolled onto your back, unable to control the sobs that wracked your chest. you thought of all the things you should have said to him, of how he looked at you that night, how his warmth had felt like the one thing that made you feel whole.

but you pushed him away. you always pushed people away.

you reached for your phone, desperate for a distraction. maybe scrolling through your gallery would give you something to focus on, anything to get you out of your head.

your thumb swiped through the photos — random things at first. selfies from random nights out, pictures of your friends, screenshots of texts that no longer seemed relevant. then you saw them. the ones with hyunjin.

you paused, your thumb frozen over the screen. your breath caught in your throat as your eyes traced the photos. the first one was a silly selfie the two of you had taken during one of those late-night study sessions. he had made a face, pulling a stupid expression, and you had laughed so hard you almost cried. the memory of his laughter filled your chest, and you let out a shaky sigh.

then there was the one from that night at his place. you remembered it so clearly — your faces so close, your smiles so real. he had kissed you right after that photo, and you had felt a rush of something deep in your chest, something that made your stomach flutter. you had felt seen, wanted.

but you weren’t ready for that.

another swipe.

this time, a picture of the two of you on the couch after a party. your bodies were close, his arm draped over your shoulders. you were looking at each other, and in that look, you saw something more than just friendship. it scared you, that look. you couldn’t handle it. you couldn’t handle him. you had to keep your distance, even if it meant hurting him.

you scrolled further, and the next picture stopped your heart. it was taken the last time the two of you had been alone together. the photo was intimate, suggestive — you both had been fooling around, your faces flushed with desire. it wasn’t a moment of passion, not like you had imagined when you thought about what you two might become. it was a mess of emotions, blurred lines, and you had let it happen. you had let him in, even when you told yourself you never would.

you should have stopped it.

you should have never let yourself fall into this.

you closed your eyes, and suddenly, the weight of everything hit you all at once. your chest tightened, your breathing shallow as you clutched the phone to your chest. you ruined it. you ruined everything.

you were never enough. you were never going to be enough.

the tears started again, harder this time, as the realization crushed you. you had pushed him away, scared of your own feelings, and now you were paying the price. you had been so selfish, so afraid of letting yourself want him.

and now you had lost him.

the quiet of your dorm room seemed to mock you as you sat there, body shaking with sobs. you had pushed him to the point where he probably wouldn’t even look at you the same way anymore. you had destroyed the one thing that had meant something to you, and no matter how much you wanted to fix it, you couldn’t.

you ruined it.

you ruined him.

the bass thumped through the walls of the campus bar, the low vibrations buzzing against your chest. your friends’ laughter rang out beside you, but you barely heard it — your mind had been clouded all night. the drink in your hand had grown warm, condensation pooling under your fingertips.

you were trying — really trying — to forget. to drown out the memories of hyunjin’s touch, his voice, the way he looked at you before you pushed him away. but no amount of alcohol could drown out what was festering inside you.

and then you saw him.

hyunjin was at the far end of the bar, his elbow braced against the counter, swirling his drink in his hand. his hair was damp — maybe from the rain outside, maybe from sweat — but he still looked too good. his jaw was tight, his eyes focused on nothing in particular. he looked... off.

your stomach flipped. he hadn’t seen you yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time.

"i need some air," you muttered to your friends, barely registering their response as you grabbed your bag and moved quickly toward the exit.

but you weren’t fast enough.

"y/n?"

his voice cut through the noise like a knife.

panic shot through you, your heart racing. you didn’t turn around — couldn’t. you shoved through the crowd, weaving between bodies until you finally stumbled out the front door and into the cold night.

rain poured from the sky, cold droplets clinging to your skin as you rushed down the sidewalk. your breath hitched, your chest tightening. you just needed to get away — far enough that the guilt would stop clawing at you, far enough that hyunjin wouldn’t follow.

but he did.

"y/n!"

his voice rang out behind you, sharp and angry. you heard the fast steps of his shoes slapping against wet pavement.

"stop!"

you didn’t stop — you couldn’t. your pulse thundered in your ears, but suddenly his hand grabbed your arm, jerking you back.

"what the hell is your problem?" his voice was tight, breathless, but unmistakably angry. his hair clung to his forehead, strands dripping with rain. "are you just gonna keep running from me forever?"

"hyunjin, let go," you said weakly, but your voice wavered.

"no." his grip didn’t tighten, but he didn’t let go. "you’ve been avoiding me for days. i texted you, i called you — hell, i’ve been waiting for you to just say something. but instead, i see you here — acting like none of it ever happened. like i don’t even fucking exist."

"i can’t do this," you whispered, voice barely audible over the rain. you pulled your arm from his grasp, wrapping your arms around yourself like it could hold you together. "i just... i can’t."

"why?" his voice cracked. "why are you doing this? did i... did i do something wrong?"

you shook your head, swallowing hard. "no. no, it’s not you, i just..." you trailed off, words dying on your tongue.

"then what is it?" hyunjin’s voice rose again, frustration bubbling to the surface. "i know you feel something for me. don’t tell me you don’t — you wouldn’t have said what you said if you didn’t."

your stomach twisted painfully. "i don’t know what you’re talking about."

"bullshit," he snapped. "we are not just friends. we are not just friends, and you fucking know it."

the words hit you like a punch to the chest. your breath faltered, and you took a shaky step back, your shoes splashing in a shallow puddle.

"i didn’t mean to—"

"yes, you did!" his voice broke this time — less sharp, more desperate. "you said you loved me. i heard you. and i know you meant it. so why are you running from me like i’m some kind of mistake?"

your throat tightened painfully. tears blurred your vision, mixing with the rain streaking down your face.

"because i’m scared!" the words burst out of you before you could stop them. your voice cracked, your chest heaving. "i’m scared of getting hurt, i’m scared of losing you — and i’m scared i’ll ruin everything because that’s what i do."

"you’re not going to lose me," he said quietly. his voice was softer now, gentler — but there was still a tremor in it. "i just... i don’t understand why you won’t let me in. why do you think you have to do this alone?"

"because i’ll hurt you!" you choked out. "i’ll mess this up, hyunjin. you deserve someone better — someone who isn’t so... so broken."

"don’t do that." his voice was firm, but not angry — raw, almost pleading. "don’t tell me what i deserve. i know what i want."

he stepped closer, his fingers brushing your wrist again, more tentative this time — like he wasn’t sure you’d let him.

"i want you."

a sob tore from your throat, and before you could stop yourself, you were stepping forward, crashing into him. your hands fisted into the soaked fabric of his jacket, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from falling apart.

his arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you in tight — like he’d been waiting for you to do this. you didn’t know who kissed who first — all you knew was that his lips were on yours, hard and desperate. the kiss was messy, rain-slicked and breathless, but neither of you seemed to care.

"i’m sorry," you whispered against his mouth, the words spilling out between kisses. "i’m so sorry."

"don’t be," he murmured back, his fingers curling at the nape of your neck, holding you closer. "just... please don’t push me away anymore."

for a moment, you stayed like that — tangled in each other’s arms, the rain washing over you both. whatever tension had been hanging in the air seemed to crack and fall away, replaced by something heavier yet somehow lighter at the same time. and as hyunjin pressed one more lingering kiss to your forehead, you realized something — maybe you’d been wrong. 

maybe love wasn’t about avoiding pain; maybe it was about trusting someone enough to hold your heart, even when you were scared they might break it.

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⩉ : ⩉  𖥻 🗑 ꉂ  ૮₍ ‧name᤻𝀛 ₎ა ✶  ๋࣭   # 97   ◜🗒◞

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🜸   ★    𖠗   :   Name  ᯤ  𝗺𝚢 b̸ɔ︩︪𝘆  🥛 𖤛  ა

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⠀⠀꒰⠀s/o ෆ 00.00.00 ⠀ ⠀ྀི 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝘭𝑖𝑡𝑡𝘭𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝘭𝘭 ྀི ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 🌷࿔⭑⤷your pronouns🪼࿔⭑ ๋🌺࿔⭑⤷your favorite song or your b-day 🎀࿔⭑ 🌷࿔⭑⤷your fandom 🍒࿔⭑ ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Lyrics of a song ࿔⭑🎂🧸

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✶ ﹕ name !! ﹫ pro ⌒⌒ nouns ·₊★ ╰╮ link ⸝⸝ ₊ <3 ╰↠ xtra (𝗼˳★)?

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BIO + SYMBOL PACK !!!

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⠀ ⠀⠀민지⠀ ⠀♡𝆬 ⠀ 𝓛. : 🥄 ݂֢

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀🥼 : 지수 𝄒 ﹙ 𝒔. ﹚

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝘴𝖺𝗇𝖺 ׄ 𓈒 ᯇ 🧷 : ୧

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝅄⠀࿙࿚ ︶ ⠀♱⠀ ︶࿙࿚ 𝅄 ⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰ ℋ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡 ꒱

@ username ┃ 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝟯𝗟 ꕀ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ✶ ━━ 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 , ⤷ ┇ ⌒ 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 ꒱꒱ 彡 ꒰୨୧꒱ ┃ ◞⁺⊹．prns .

𝅄 ݁ ⏜ ꒰ 𝖼ᥲ𝗋ᥲ𝗆ᥱ𝗅 gⲓrℓ ꒱ ── ๑ ֹ ₊ㅤ ۟

▦ ﹒ ☆ 🔌 🛒 ⸒ 별 ꜝ ﹫

𝜗⠀ name⠀˙ ♱◞ ྀི 𓏵𓏵⠀𖥻prn/prn ◟ 𓉸⠀ ︵︵⠀𓈒⠀⠀ext⠀𝜚　˙ 　˖　⁰⁰

⠀☆⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀𝗰𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀꒱⠀⠀𝇄𝇃⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀☕

꒱⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀⠀𝆬⠀⠀⠀ᘏ⠀⠀α𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀⠀𝆬⠀⠀⠀ָ֢⠀⠀⠀ෆ 𖡎⠀⠀ָ֢⠀⠀⠀𝆬⠀⠀🥼⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀⠀ׁ⠀ꕀ⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀𝟵𝟴⠀﹔

͝ ︶ ·̩͙⏝ ͝ ୨ ꒰ name ꒱ ୧ ͝ ⏝ ·̩͙︶ ͝ ۫ ۪ info info info 𝆴

　　　　　 ⤷ 　　 ﹒　 　e　　 text 　　 ♡

　　　　　⌒  　text 　 　e　 　⟡

　　　　　( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ )　　text　　⋌　　e 　﹒　

ㅤ𓂃 ׁ ⃝ 🍂（ かんけつ編 ） ˑ ୨ ִ ۫

ㅤㅤ ݁ 🗡️ ◠ ִ ٬٬ 𝟾⩇% ꣼ 𝚍𝚎☆𝚝𝚑 ۫ ︵ ✧

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𐙚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 🎀 ♡ 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 ⋆.˚ 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 ⊹ ᰔ. @𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙧 ㅤ♡ྀི ₊

･ᴗ･ "i wanna be yours" ⊹

ıllı " [names] info! " ✩

⊂⊃ nicknames ﹐⇅ ⊂⊃ prns ﹐⇅

ᶻz xtra ﹐✩ ! ˃ᗜ˂ carrd / rentry ✩ ﹐

I. name 🥛 age ✮ II. gender .. . prns III. xtra , xtra ꩜ ☁️ ✉️ follow :: @user

ㅤㅤㅤ ── ּ ᰍ ˳ 𝒫 ͜αℓɘ ⃝🦢 ۫ ུ

ㅤㅤㅤ ི 🦪 𓈒 ਬਦ ⊹ 苍白 ︵ 𝇈

꒰ ⋆ ࣪. ━ׄ──ִ──ׁ──ִ──ׁ─𔕙─ׅ──ׁ──ׅ──ׁ──ׅ━ ˖ ࣪⭑ ꒱

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 . . . 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝖄𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝖄𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎 ✸

甘美な

𝗪𝗪𝗪.NAME.𝗖𝗢𝗠. ?!

© ❛ prns . gender 名 ─ nick : name ﹙sexuality﹚ ❱❱ age . mbti !

; @name ~ ☆ # pro / nouns ! mb • ti ♬ — song - artist name

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ur name here ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──★ ˙ ̟ 🐇 !! ⋆✦ pronouns ⊹♡ extra info!! >_< ✮⋆˙ I 𖹭 (someone you love)

⠀⪩⪨ @ name / mbti ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ lana del rey ‹𝟹 — ౨ৎ

𓎢𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎡 ‧₊ 𖦹 ˚ 🥩 ˚ @user ᝰ.ᐟ 🎀 ೀ⋆ ˚₊‧ 🩸 ꒰ა prn 🔪 prn ໒꒱ 🩸‧₊ ˚ ʚ 🐾 ɞ ୧ mbti ୨ ✧˚ 🍮 ༘ 𓎢𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎡

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[iamgonnagetyouback]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓍯𓂃theodore nott x hufflepuff reader ⋆୨ৎ˚࿔*:･

when slughorn pairs you, theodore nott, and lorenzo berkshire for a year-long potions project, drama ensues. you’re sweet, a bit dramatic, and full of energy, while theodore calls you italian endearments disguised as insults. lorenzo just smirks, stirring the pot. it’s a mess, but maybe this year long project will result in something more brewing

—oneshots

01. secret santa 　─　ever since you picked theodore nott for secret santa, you've been in absolute denial about caring. you’re definitely not going out of your way to find the perfect gift, and you’re absolutely not asking his friends totally casual questions about his interests. but when you find out he’s staying at hogwarts for the holidays, you can’t help but pry—and somehow, along the way, you might just end up learning more about him than you ever planned to

02. project 　─　ever since slughorn paired you, theodore, and enzo for a year-long project, your life has been nothing but chaos. between enzo’s constant eyebrow wiggling, theodore’s smug italian nicknames, and your caffeine-fueled rants, it's a miracle any studying gets done

03. amortenia, rain, and nurse theo　─　ever since you dragged theodore to hogsmeade with a list of rules and lorenzo ditched you for a mystery girl, things have been chaotic to say the least. from potions shopping to dancing in the rain, catching a cold was inevitable—but waking up to theodore holding your hand? now that was unexpected

04. flowers and crowns 　─　ever since you've met theodore nott, you've known he needed a little more joy in his life. of course, you weren’t gonna say anything because theo is… well, theo; but now, as his favorite (and only) sunshine person, you’ve got every right to drag him into flower-filled adventures—whether he likes it or not

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[miumura]

WHEN OUR EYES MET ⌇ N.RIKI ──── ᡣ𐭩

THE MOMENT HE LAID HIS EYES ON YOU he knew something was wrong. Unlike his usual behavior, Ni-ki found himself rushing over to you as soon as he heard you crying all alone. It felt strange for him to act this way, but he couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you sad instead of your usual bright self.

FOREVER BY YOUR SIDE ᝰ.ᐟ tsundere!ni-ki x fem!reader ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

OUR LOVE STORY high school au, classmates to lovers, fluff, comfort ( ♡ ) EVEN WHEN reader is crying, riki is just a slightly awkward, worried guy … MY LOVE STILL IS AND REMAINS ENDLESS ─── ⟡

OUR TIME SPENT TOGETHER 1.3K+ ( 1324 words )

MY HEART STAYS WITH YOU FOREVER ─── ♡

ALL THE WORDS HE COULDN'T SAY happy ni-ki day <3 !! ni-ki fic, we cheered!! i was just casually listening to one of those playlists on youtube and suddenly this fic was the outcome ☝️

No matter how hard he tried, Ni-ki could never get you to stop glancing his way. He didn't know what he had done—maybe it was the accidental eye contact or the time he lent you a pencil that wasn’t even his—but somehow, you managed to cling onto him.

You and Ni-ki were entirely different people. You were bubbly and bright, while he was reserved—or as others might say, the boring type. But you never saw him that way. You always enjoyed his presence, even when his responses were short and curt.

It was as if you saw something in him that he couldn’t see. He couldn't wrap his head around why, especially since you clearly had better people to hang out with and be friends with. Yet, you still kept trying to spend time with him despite his endless refusals.

Even so, that doesn’t mean Ni-ki hated you. He never held a personal grudge against you, and he doesn’t think he ever will. He just found you slightly less bothersome than the others. So, as much as anyone would, he was surprised when he saw you sitting alone on the staircase.

What were you doing there all by yourself?

He was heading down the stairs to retrieve something from his locker, and there you were, sitting in the middle of the stairway. It was odd that he recognized you from the back alone, but even more odd was seeing you there, so out of character for your usual bubbly self.

He tried to get a closer look from a distance, not wanting you to notice him. As he quieted his steps, a sniffle made him freeze. It took him a moment to realize you were crying.

All alone.

And he didn’t like the thought of that. He hadn’t seen you at all today, and the first time he’s seeing you is in a not-so-good state. Ni-ki didn’t feel good that you were crying. He hurriedly looked into his bag, grabbing something hastily before heading down the stairs to meet you.

He still tried to be quiet, not wanting to startle you. He soon found himself sitting beside you, watching as you tried to wipe your tears with your hands.

“Here,” he said in his low-toned voice, moving the tissue pack closer to your view as you looked down at your bag. You recognized his voice and quickly looked up, shocked that Ni-ki had found you here. He was looking away, avoiding your gaze, knowing you probably didn’t want anyone to see you like this.

He still held out his pack of tissues, waiting for it to leave his hand. He knew this was out of the ordinary for him; he usually would’ve just left a crying person alone. But seeing you, he couldn’t bear to turn away like he normally would.

You mumbled a quick thank you, grabbing the tissues from him. You tried to hurriedly stop your tears, thinking you’d cried enough—especially in front of him. Ni-ki finally looked your way, watching as you opened the pack.

He had never seen you cry before. You were always so happy that he even wondered how you managed to keep such positive energy. It was nothing to complain about; you simply wanted others to feel the same way you did.

Just like with him, you always tried to make him smile. But now, here you were, revealing that you also had your troublesome moments, even if you didn’t want to let it show.

He stared at your eyes, noticing how puffy they were getting. His heart swelled; the sight was almost unbearable. But what hurt even more was seeing you still trying to pretend you were okay, holding back the tears you had freely shed when you thought no one was around.

Ni-ki had never felt more upset at you than he did now. He didn’t want you to feel you had to keep up this image all the time around him; he wanted to be someone you could trust, someone with whom you had no worries about always impressing.

Were you always the one to cry to yourself?

“It’s okay to cry, Y/N,” he said, catching you off guard as you tried to blink your tears away. “You don’t have to pretend. It’s just me. I’m here.”

Those words were enough to make your eyes well up with tears again, and you quickly grabbed a tissue to cover your eyes. Ni-ki looked at you worriedly, not expecting you to cry so easily at that. He couldn’t help but think he might’ve said something wrong. He was about to apologize when your reddened eyes met his, your gaze giving a reassuring look.

“Thank you, Ni-ki,” you managed to say, a smile forming on your face. Ni-ki was shocked at how easily you were able to smile, especially considering the circumstances. It was even more surprising that you smiled at something he did. He had always seen himself as reserved and distant, not someone who could bring comfort to others.

Your smile had a strange effect on him. Instead of feeling awkward or out of place, Ni-ki felt a sense of ease wash over him. He had never been the type to comfort anyone, but seeing you smile because of his small gesture made him feel oddly content.

“You’re really something else,” he murmured, almost to himself, as he looked at you. He wasn’t sure if you heard him, but it didn’t matter. For the first time, he felt like his presence might actually mean something to someone else.

He continued to stay put, feeling a silent connection form between you two. At that moment, the differences between your personalities didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was that you were there, together, and for once, Ni-ki didn’t feel the need to distance himself.

“You seriously don’t understand how much that means to me,” you said, wiping your tears. “Thank you for the tissues again, Ni-ki.”

He nodded in response, trying to get another look at your expression. He could feel your bright character reemerging, and he was glad you were feeling better. Despite this comforting thought, he stayed by your side, feeling the need to be there for you. You had always been there for him, and now it was his turn to do the same.

“You can call me Riki, you know,” he said, breaking the comforting silence. Your eyes met again, and he noticed how they crinkled with amusement.

“Oh, okay—thank you, Riki,” you managed to chuckle, your smile becoming less forced. He could tell this was a genuine one, and he couldn’t help but feel his heartstrings tugged. Ni-ki never knew how much someone calling him by that name could make him feel happy, and most importantly, how someone like you could make him feel so different from how he usually acted.

In that moment, Ni-ki realized just how much you had come to mean to him. It wasn’t just about being polite or kind—it was about genuinely caring for someone who had always cared for him. And as he sat there with you, he felt a new sense of purpose and connection, something he hadn’t experienced before.

Ni-ki still never understood why you found him so special, and he might never will.

But he knew you were special. Something about your smiles, the way your eyes sparkled and your lips tugged at the corners, it was mesmerizing. Even with just one brief look, he couldn’t help but feel the need to always see it. You didn’t know how your simple smile could make someone’s day ten times better.

He wanted to see you happy—you looked so pretty when you were happy.

So, that became his promise. A promise he intended to keep, no matter what. He would never let you lose the very smile that made you special, the sight that made him realize how much he really liked you.

💬 : writing this fic lwk got me clutching my chest

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[chaemingly]

ㅤㅤ ꒰͡ ㅤ ׁ ׅ ͏͏͏♩ tꫀxtual 𝚕𖹭𝖼𝗌 (𝙸𝙶) :

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   ୨ ⟡ ୧

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ. . I'll be 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 you ,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝒇 𝐨 𝐫 𝐞 𝐯 𝐞 𝐫 ᨶ( ׅ 사랑 ׄ ৎ 🪽

ㅤ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ♡ or ↻ , thanks. ➷ divider's by me. 

[odorefal]

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ how to fake date with fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna .ᐣ very much limited experience.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who agreed with his teammates – get a girlfriend before the season’s over. he just didn’t expect to want more than just the win.

he just needs to dodge some girl who’s been aggressively flirting with him, and you need an excuse to avoid a creepy dude who won’t stop texting you.

“we’ll fake date," sukuna proposes with that cocky smirk. “it’s not like we’ll catch feelings or anything.”

“are you sure? i don’t want that creep to bother me for the 56th time this week.”

“trust me, sunshine.”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would take the acting slow but convincingly. he would start with holding your hands publicly while telling his dry jokes to you so all the people would believe him.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would brushing his thumb over your hand. he’d play it cool — but the way his hand tightened in yours would give him away.

“it’s all for the show,” he would say.

but the way your fingers intertwine with his says otherwise.

“does it really have to be like this?”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would would wrap one of your hair ties or bracelets around his wrist during every game, claiming it’s his ‘lucky charm.’ if you ever ask about it, he’ll say, “worked last time, didn’t it?”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who constantly reminds himself that you’re just friends — even when his heart races every time you smile at him.

err . . . you’re just a good friend to him.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would slowly realize how pretty and captivating you are. from the way your eyes stare at his when you ramble about your day to him to the way your lips seem to soft while you speak, he just wants to feel how soft it is.

when you mentioned liking someone else, he would sit beside you, fists curling at his sides. his face would stay blank, but his voice would darken. “he better not disappoint you.”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna who think you deserve better than that trashy guy you mentioned. and he’s the best.

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would sneak you into his team’s closed practice.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who always reserves the spot next to him — bus rides, team meals, wherever. if anyone tries to sit down, they’ll be greeted with a warning glare and clipped, “taken.”

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would raise an eyebrow when you suggest to have a matching phone charms with him – just for fun. but he’II just shrug it off and let you pick which one you like.

when you actually really get him a matching phone charm, and even though it’s small and kind of cutesy, he’d attach it to his phone without hesitation.

front and center in the team’s photo, fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna’s fake girlfriend’s bracelet is right there on his wrist, and his matching phone charm would peeks out of his pocket proudly. if you say anything, he’ll just chuckle.

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would take you out on a date to keep up on the act. but the way his thumb brushes your knuckles? that doesn’t feel fake. the way he’II hold your hand with him and place it in his pocket? doesn’t sound too fake either.

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would using you as an excuse.

“can’t go out tonight — my girlfriend doesn’t allow me.”

oh, you both know that’s a massive lie.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would carry your bag since it seems to heavy for you. (even when it’s not, for certain times.)

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would feel if he will loses a game or feels like he underperformed, he’ll drag you to the gym late at evening or night, you call it.

sweat drips down his forehead as he sinks another shot. “49,” you call out. sukuna’s breathing is ragged, but he looks at you sitting there, waiting — and that’s all he needs to finish strong.

after the 50th shot, sukuna collapses on the floor, chest heaving. you walk over and drop down next to him, brushing damp hair from his forehead. he doesn’t say anything, but his hand finds yours.

gasps and shouts would fill the gym when the members saw you wearing sukuna’s jersey. “since when?” someone demands. fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna kisses your temple. “since they’re mine.”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who never shows it, but he does get nervous before big games.

he won’t say it outright, but you’ll catch him squeezing your hand a little tighter or resting his forehead against yours.

you later then would give your hair tie to him, telling that it’II be a silly “good luck” charm for him.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna who would open his wallet before his game begin, revealing a polaroid of you wearing his jersey number under the sunlight. he suddenly needs to be remember who he’s playing for.

he would spot you the second he steps onto the court. his eyes would narrow slightly, that nervous, yet cocky smirk tugging at his lips when you catch his gaze.

if he makes a shot, he’d turn toward you, wiping sweat from his brow and flashing you a knowing grin — like you’re the only one he’s playing for.

when his team scores, he would glance at you in the stands, lifting his chin as if to say, did you see that, sunshine?

if you cheer for him, his smirk would deepen, and you’d catch the subtle way he straightens up — fueled by the fact that you’re watching. if you smile or wave at him, he’d bite back a grin before turning back toward the game.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would exclaimed energizedly as his team scores.

sukuna would walk straight toward you, ignoring his teammates’ cheers, would grab your wrist and pull you close, sweat-slick and breathless. “i told you, you’re my good luck charm," he’d murmur before brushing his thumb across your jaw.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who doesn’t care how sweaty he is — he will hug you immediately after his games.

“miss me?” he’ll question, pressing a kiss to your temple while you complain about how gross he is. “you’re smelling like rotten eggs with outdated pickles.”

you give him a playful judgemental look.

he just laughs warming-ly – except his teammates eyeing him up and down for noticing how soft he has been with you.

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ㅤㅤ──────ㅤ𝒞͟𝘩͟𝘢͟𝘵͟𝘰͟𝘺͟𝘢͟𝘯͟𝘵ㅤ──────

ㅤㅤ ⏝⊹⏝ㅤ ┊ 輝く ┊ㅤ ⏝⊹⏝

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ╎ㅤㅤㅤ✧ㅤㅤㅤ✧ㅤㅤㅤ╎

ㅤㅤ˖ㅤㅤ ֗ ㅤㅤ ࣭ ㅤ ⊹ ㅤ⋆ㅤㅤ ۪ㅤ﹢ㅤ ࣪ ㅤ⚹

ㅤㅤ ⏜⏜⏜ㅤㅤ᥍𝖾ɑ 𝖿𝗈ɑ𝗆 𝗍𝗁ɑ𝗍

ㅤㅤ│𓂂 ׂ𓆟۪ׄ 𓆞 ۫ │ㅤㅤ໒ㅤ𝖻͟𝖾͟𝗐͟𝗂͟𝗍͟𝖼͟𝗁͟ɘ͟𝗌

ㅤㅤ ⏝⏝⏝ㅤㅤㅤ𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾α͟𝗋͟𝗍ㅤ꒱

ㅤㅤ𝄗𝄗𝄗𝄗𝄗𝄗 🐬 𝄗𝄗𝄗𝄗𝄗𝄗

ㅤㅤㅤ𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌͟ɑ͟𝗅͟𝗍 ⟡ㅤㅤ╭┈┈ ♡ ┈┈╮

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗍𝗁ɑ𝗍ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꒰ ⋆ ࣪ . 🪼 ˖ ࣪⭑ ꒱

ㅤㅤꪆㅤ𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗅͟𝗂𝖿͟𝖾ㅤ⦂ㅤ ︶︶ ︶︶

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⬥ㅤㅤㅤ𓏲Ⳋㅤㅤㅤ⬥

ㅤㅤ深ㅤ𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎ɘ 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝒯͟𝘺͟𝘯͟𝘥͟𝘢͟𝘭𝘭 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍,

ㅤㅤ海ㅤ𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐͟ɑ͟𝗏͟𝖾͟𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇ϑ.

ㅤㅤ˖ㅤㅤ ֗ ㅤㅤ ࣭ ㅤ ⊹ ㅤ⋆ㅤㅤ ۪ㅤ﹢ㅤ ࣪ ㅤ⚹

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑇𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝖿𝗍ㅤ✿ㅤ𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌 ­

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝘸𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀' 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅

ㅤ 𝖿𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝖾𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ—ㅤ 𝚂𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝙱𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁ㅤ♬

ㅤㅤ𝘥𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝒍𝗈𝗏𝖾⠀𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝘤𝘳𝖺𝗓𝗒

ㅤㅤㅤ 𝖨𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝘢𝗂𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇' 𝗋𝗂𝘨𝘩𝗍

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ(՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞)ㅤ𝙲𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝘰 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝘰?

𝘤𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝘸𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝘴𝘦 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝘦𝘷𝖾𝗋 ?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— ㅤํ ­ ­­ ­ ㅤ𝓛 ♡𝘷𝘦𝘳 ⠀ ㅤ ♩

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐈𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝘦𝘭 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋ㅤ𓇼ㅤུ ᩧ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 '𝖾𝘮

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝘪𝘯 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝘷𝘦𝘯.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   ꀤ.ㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤ𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌.

𝟫𝟫   ⭑   𝟢𝟢!ㅤㅤ⊬ㅤ  𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀.ㅤㅤ𑃲ᜳܳ𑃱ᜳㅤㅤ𝗱𝘂𝗼.

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀:ㅤㅤ마크!ㅤㅤ🎞☆’ㅤㅤ𝑓.ㅤㅤ+해찬.

ㅤ❛ 仲ㅤ·ㅤ間 ❜ㅤ⎯⎯⎯ ㅤ𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤꀤꀤ.ㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤ𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗌.

ㅤㅤ  ( 밤! ) ♡ㅤ𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹.ㅤ네’ㅤ𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍.

ㅤㅤ  𝗍𝖻𝗁, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

ㅤㅤ  𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍:ㅤ(⌖)ㅤ𝗁𝖺𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌.

ㅤㅤ  𝖋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗍?ㅤ ݁ 𑪏 ᯓ۟  ⁍ ׅㅤ𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

❛ㅤ𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆,ㅤ마크.ㅤ❟

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋.ㅤ[𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧]ㅤ𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋.ㅤ[ ✷꧞ ]ㅤ𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋.ㅤ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓.ㅤׅᲹׄ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꀤꀤꀤ.ㅤ⎯⎯ ㅤ𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌.

해찬's sniper wifey.𑵅ᐟ

해찬!ㅤ๋ׅ🧸 ׂ♡࣭ㅤbears allies.

name,ㅤw.ㅤ( ͡•. ͡•.ﾍ᪲)

⭑  mark's secret duo.ㅤ𑈍

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꀤᏙ.ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤ𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗅𝖺 𝖋𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾.

𝖏𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖋 𝖾́𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾́.

𝖋𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖎𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 (𝗈𝖋) 𝖋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾́.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  ׁ ׅ 𝕾𝖎𝖓 ໋𝖼𝗂̣𝗍𝗒ׁ ׅ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝔰𝔢𝔲𝔩  𝆮  𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌.

ㅤㅤㅤ  𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾́𝖾:

﹫𝖋,  𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖋𝗼𝗿.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ  𐫮𐫜𐫬

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙𝓒.﹚ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑛𝑒𝑜⎯⎯⎯ 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒓.

𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗌   ✷   𝗈𝓯    𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋, 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎ߪ𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆.

 

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