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it's getting late
you'd pull the covers over your head and act like you were already asleep, even though weren't.
they'd snatch the cover from over your head and playfully frown at you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.
"i know you're sleepy." and you were. they'd hop in bed beside you, getting themselves comfortable before laying flat on their back, hoping you'd do the same.
"you should hit the sack."
and you'd just look at them. then you'd eventually (after two or three minutes of staring into the distance with bad posture) lay down beside your partner, struggling to find a comfortable position. then you'd continue to struggle and toss and turn for the next 5 or 6 minutes, somewhat hoping to get their attention. after a certain point, you'd realize you really could not get comfortable, so you'd huff quite audibly and stare at the ceiling, then toss and turn some more.
then after about 30 seconds, they'd pull you into their arms.
"wha-"
"you're moving too much." they'd say. and you'd nod, inching backward like an inchworm into their embrace. you'd quickly find a comfortable position there. no, no trouble at all. you'd realize how tired you really were and would let them hold you close until you fell asleep; before you'd squirm out of their arms. they were always there on the restless nights. on any nights, actually.
#nighttime#springtrap x reader#bonnie x reader#micheal afton x reader#or michael i have no fing clue#female reader x male crush#:D#michael afton x the hot security guard from security breach#muerte x reader#crush x reader
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It's been forever since I've posted I'm so sorry I have no reason as to why I just haven't felt like it🧍♂️ anyways I've been obsessed with teacher/student relationships even tho I'm a minor and it's generally wrong...before yall get on my ass I don't encourage this irl and the only reason I rlly like the idea is cuz I was groomed multiple times in the past😭
Teacher x fem student reader
Warnings: teacher student relationship, readers age not specified, cockwarming, cheating, p in v sex, self indulgent, implied manipulation and grooming
M!Teacher who notices your grade slipping so he asks you to meet with him after school so he can help
M!Teacher who's eyes linger on you longer than the rest of his students
M!Teacher who's constantly leaving little touches
M!Teacher who runs his finger through your hair while you confide in him
M!Teacher who calls you the most perfect and beautiful girl when you act insecure
F!Reader who begins to grow attached to her teacher and does everything possible to have his validation
M!Teacher who uses this to his advantage and begins to spend more and more time with you
F!Reader who wears short skirts and low cut blouses just to have her teacher look at her longer
M!Teacher who invites you to his house to help you with school but ends up with his tongue down your throat
F!Reader who's never been loved or touched by man so she spends every moment with him begging for his affection
M!Teacher who switches your class so his free period is right after your class ends
M!Teacher who then keeps you after class during his free period bent over his desk with his cock deep inside your tight walls
M!Teacher who sends you to your next class late with his cum dripping out of you and a note excusing you for being late because he was "helping" you
M!Teacher who keeps you after school so you can cockworm him while talking about your day and interest
M!Teacher who is happily married with kids so you're his "dirty little secret"
F!Reader who felt bad but he reassured her she meant the world to him and the only reason he didn't leave his wife for you was for your safety
M!Teacher who convinces you that know one will ever love you like he does
Ughhh I need this so bad uhmm let me know if you liked this or want me to turn this into an actual story:33
#teacher crush#tc community#teacher x student#student reader#teacher attachment#teacher x reader#teacher love#fem reader#teacher x student reader#i need a teacher to love me#dont actually date your teacher pls#teacher crush community#male teacher x female student#male teacher crush
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yan x yan reader
YANDERE!crush x f!reader – dear diary, (I'm an oblivious, oblivious girl)
(first ask! kinda would've preferred a few more details but beggars can't be choosers lmao. anyway, don't mind if this is utter rubbish; im bored out of my mind)
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You think – only for a second, though – that if you were a yandere subtype like in all those fictions, then you'll be the stalker type.
But then you continue in your little endeavour, promptly diverting your mind from distracting thoughts. It's a gamble what you're doing right now; putting your heart, blood and soul out there to do something this immoral for a mere boy.
But the heart wants what it wants.
The grip you had on your camera tightens, a smile beginning to curl on your lips as you watch him enter the room. Finally, Finally. About time he made his presence known.
Staying perched up on this tree wasn't easy. But you got a good view so it was worth it.
You watched him shrug off his shirt, lean body coming into view for you, you and you alone. How desirable he was, you almost wanted to say. Appreciate his beauty in all its pretty, delicate glory.
The pants stayed on, you watched with disappointment, but clicked pictures away till your heart's content anyway.
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You doll yourself up for him sometimes.
It's not difficult. You've snooped through his phone plenty. He likes the sexy type, you’ve realised, if all the instagram models he liked to thirst over was something to go by.
So you gloss your lips just right. Style your hair a certain way. And powder your nose for a second longer.
(Sometimes, you think the models look a little like you.)
But when you see him on campus, all shining and captivating, you can't help but pass him a bright smile, dimples stretching your face and eyes sparkling like the sun.
You don't quite look sexy there. A little on the cuter side, maybe. But not sexy.
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YANDERE!crush thinks you're just adorable.
He deliberately works out; deliberately rolls up his sleeves; deliberately never changes the password for his phone.
All for you alone.
Deliberately, deliberately changes his clothes right when the window is open and he knows you're watching, all hidden behind the leaves and the green of the tree.
But even more, he is the most deliberate when he follows a new, half naked model every week and amusedly watches you try to mould yourself into her.
It's funny. Slightly pitiful too. And he almost feels bad because it's just not in your nature. To be cool or sexy. To be hot or a diva.
But it's cute. It's cute watching you awkwardly shuffle in mini-skirts just for him. It's cute hearing the pitter-patter of your new heels and almost watching you fall. It's cute how you mask a flustered squeak when he catches you by the waist before you fall and make a fool of yourself in front of the whole campus.
It's cute. It's all so cute. You're so fucking cute it almost makes him rip his hair out.
It's alright though, he'll manage. He has managed since middle school, and then into high school. He'll keep managing in university and the years to come too.
A future with you is a future he's willing to fight for.
And. Well. Kill for.
It wasn't even hard, YANDERE!crush reminisces, to follow this homewrecker of a guy into an alleyway.
And then gut him bloody.
It wasn't hard at all, he thinks again. Far from it. He just had to take a trick from your book: Stalking.
Yes, he's sure, he's willing to kill someone for you too.
And it has a name too – his flashiness, that is – if he was a yandere subtype, he's aware he'd be the possessive, killer one.
#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x female reader#yandere#yandere!male#yandere x f!reader#yandere!crush#yandere!reader
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i just really want to kiss him so badly!!
#tc#male tc#teacher x student#male teacher x female student#teacher crush community#teacher crush#tc community#teacher#tc crush#male teacher crush#crush on teacher#teachers pet#teacher and student#male teacher#female student x male teacher#male tcc#student x teacher#tc blog#tc male#tc challenge#teacher crush confessions#tc post#teacher love#teacher crush feelings#teachercrushcommunity#teacher x reader#teacher student#tcc thoughts#tcc feelings#tc vent
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I'm just your innocent student Mr. S
Would be a shame if you looked under my skirt ❤
#teacher x student#hot teacher#male teacher#age difference#daddy's good girl#daddy issues#older guys#male teacher crush#male teacher x female student#tc blog#tc crush#teacher attachment#teacher crush#teacher love#teacher x reader#teacher student#age is just a number#dead dove do not eat
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Could the sinner really be redeemed? Can he be saved or just lulled to temporary rest? Is peace of mind an achievable, realistic goal for the truly wicked by heart?
Nikto was by all means a good soldier. An unstoppable force once on the field, the only thing that could possibly stop him from finishing this mission was a bullet in the head, point blank.
As proof that he has yet to be stopped, he was still there, alive. Here and there would be a better thing to say. He couldn't keep himself down by any means of the word. All of Nikto, every one of them had differing views and nobody around him could really guess who they were speaking with. Only you. To your surprise it was not that difficult. The contrast between his different 'selves' was pretty prominent, it only takes actual care and to pay attention to notice. Something nobody else was willing to put. Of course, there were those mandatory therapy sessions Nikto was forced into just to still be deployed but they were nothing but a legality. Even his therapist understood that in how..broken, twisted of a man Nikto is, laid the true strength he had. Frankly? He wouldn't be 'Nobody', 'Nikto', if it weren't for the trauma. He knew it, they knew it, his teammates and therapist..nobody stopped to think further. It made everything simple for him.
But sometimes no matter how simple ones life is, nothing will stay the same. A change here and there, an unexpected switch, break, snap or trigger and everything goes back to shit. Nikto constantly needs to be knocked into his damn place. A wild rabid dog punched and kicked into place by the higher ups just for him to bite them and run away for a day or two. Childish, he knows. Stupid decision, he knows.
But he made him do it. Nikto wasn't at fault for running away.
It was a pretty damn unlucky time for that to happen. Everything piled up in his head, the voices being louder than before during a night at a safehouse. He has actively been going through a manic episode for the past days, he had lost track of it. Gripping his mask as he violently shook his body. He hated feeling like this but oh it felt so good.. his only peace of mind was the possibility of a death, of a redemption or some sort of magic potion to revert everything back to how it was. He couldn't handle this state he was in, so, to prevent himself from being seen like that, he ran away.
A stormy, rainy middle of the night, even the bustling highway had almost fully emptied out, leaving nothing but a foggy semi visible road with bright yellow signs. How did he get all the way out of the forest to the highway? He didn't have a clue but he felt so...good. The rational part of his brain was screaming that was a horrible idea!!! If they catch him out, disregarding orders and doing as he fucking wishes, he'll be in a really damn big trouble he doesn't need right now but the mania had other plans.
He... they? Who? Nobody was still in full gear, believing that anytime now, someone, or something, will come out and try to catch him, so might as well be prepared! A gun prepared in the ready as he stood in the middle of the street, staring at one same point. His body was still shaking even if he could hardly feel it from the cold.
Nobody was coming. There was no-one there, not a single car. That ruined Nikto's mood even more. What did he even want? Why would he want someone to catch him? Is that a game for you, Nikto?
Well, lucky for you..
As Niktos body started to give up from the unexpected rush of adrenaline and the freezing cold started to creep in to under his gear. No amount of gear can keep the cold out when he felt it inside of himself long ago. His legs freezing. To him, all of this had happened in the blink of an eye.
To you? The worried you? It has been almost 2 days. Nobody managed to find the man. Why? They weren't on a search. Only you noticed. So, doing the responsible thing.. you took an umbrella during the very next night of Nikto's disappearance and went out.
Weird, this rain hasn't stopped for days now? If anything, it's only getting stronger..
The umbrella did a surprisingly good job at keeping you dry and resisting the wind but your vision was still ' impaired ' from the neverending fogs taking over the entire street, maybe the whole city. This horrible weather hasn't moved and does not seem to be planning on leaving. Nikto found it fitting, you not so much.
Ah. Could you guess..
By the street, against a tree with an injured leg covered in dry blood lays Nikto. You found him. Slowly stepping closer to him, your grip on the umbrella remaining as tight as possible. If this was some sort of a cheesy movie, you'd say that Nikto might just be the direct source of this heavy rain and strong wind.
Nikto..Nikto?
In front of his eyes..from his very eyes, he could swear that he saw an angel, perhaps an angel of death, coming to claim him already. That umbrella above you, your clothes.. he could swear there were black wings right behind you as you stopped your steps right in front of him.
Eyes barely open, he took a deep breath, letting it out. There was no longer any little amount of warm breath showing from his 'mouth' as his body was colder than the very cold streets under him.
'it matches me' he thought to himself. Matching his heart. The heart that felt..ever so tiny bit warmer now that an angel as beautiful as you came to claim him. For once, he didn't want to fight. The dog did not bite anymore.
You spoke, spoke again and asked questions but weren't met with any reaction or answers. Was there a point in speaking?
Moving your umbrella from protecting you to being above the injured soldier. You weren't the one who needed protection even if Nikto may not view it as such. Maybe you really were an angel and he wasn't just deluded man who had given up to his insanity. Maybe..
Maybe.
Maybe..
The rain 'stopped' . It felt..a little less cold for Nikto. The only thing he could remember before passing out for who knows which time now was..how close you were, how..warm you felt just from getting closer. If he could ever believe his eyes again, he couldn't hope for anything but you in front of him until the end. Maybe it was just the mania speaking for him.
Maybe it was just the need for love, the need to be known, felt and seen that spoke for him. Maybe.
Before he could reawake and be greeted by the heavenly kiss he didn't think of being worthy of, he felt himself being picked up by the arms. After so many years, no matter your state, a soldier must remain awake. Calling him a light sleeper would be an understatement.
"Let's go back."
He could so vaguely hear your voice. Who..were you? [Redacted], are you an angel? A good or a bad omen? Why would you help a man like that? Did nobody teach you to let the weak die?
His eyes, once again, betraying him, falling back short. He couldn't hear your voice anymore. Only the loud loud rain that sounded like gunshots, deafening his already hurting numb ears. All he could hear was...?
?
Breathing..soft breathing. The one of a calm person. A person..not one that lives inside of Nikto's head. But someone else. He was being saved for once. Of course, when in the battlefield, he was brought up to his feet a couple times before, patched up but..never has he been saved.
No strength in him was left to think, to fight, to respond. He was at your mercy and instead of finishing the job, you took him 'home'. If he was awake, able to speak, he would be yelling at you to finish him off. You should've killed him when you had the chance. Were you stupid or just too soft for the army? Was he disgusted or thankful? Answers for which he couldn't think right now.
All he knew for a certain was that he wasn't alone and that everyone within him had involuntarily accepted your help. For which..as much as he hates it, he'll be indebted to you. He'll be nice for a day or two, maybe a week then everything will go back to normal.
That was the plan.
Oh..but the plan.. the plan was ignored, the mission unsuccessful.
He let you help him. Again. Again..again. and never repaid you. Every time he felt like he was losing himself, he'll subconscious limp to your room, his mind going back to that rainy night. When he was saved. He wanted to be saved. He wanted to be saved more than he wanted to be alive, to be alone.
Tonight, being especially tough on him. Everyone and everything was so loud. Earlier a bomb exploded so close to him, his ears were still bleeding but he refused to get himself checked out due to panic. What if he hurt himself badly enough to never be able to hear your voice again? He surely deserves it.
He 'deserves' it. He believes he does. Yet.. he is limping to you after the mission, shaky hands on the walls, leaving bloody prints all across it without a single fuck left in the world to give.
He needs to get to you. To the one who makes it ever so slightly closer to bearable. His saviour.
Stumbling down the halls, ignoring the nasty looks he got from other soldiers and just..focusing on the ground, his feet. Left foot, right foot.. he remembers how you helped him get on his feet so many times. Was it just something you did for everyone? Of course it was. Teamwork was a main thing for everyone here..yet.. you felt gentle to him.
Too gentle for him to consciously want to get close to. But now? That ' consciousness' was no longer there. What remains was only the broken shell of what used to be a man, a walking upcoming suicide, a living Ghost.
Closer to a zombie, a corpse that moves and growls in pain, he made his way down to your office. Once again, it was in the middle of the night. He got lucky that you took a night shift, finishing some paperwork. (Some of which, was meant for Nikto to fill but without telling him, you took most of the loads of work.) That's when you heard the thumping, the stomping and dragging of feet coming up to your door and stopping abruptly.
You spun your chair around to look at the door just in time to see it being kicked out open.
There he stood, once again, a broken mess. There was nothing visible in his eyes. No life, no ideas, no thoughts. Truly, a dead man. Yet, he walked. Walked..stepped right inside your room, walking up to you.
The desk was directly in front of the door with only the chair in between. Perfect set up for him if you ask. A simple room, he quite liked it. (Which was his excuse he used to justify sleeping in the office when you did work because you made his nightmares less worse just be being there.)
The silence was deafening, only the drops of blood hitting the floor along with the heavy sounds of his dirty boots that were muddled by a carpet making a sound. You understood, he understood. Nothing else was needed before he collapsed down on his knees right in front of you. One of his arms grabbed the armrest of your chair and the other one grabbed your ankle, pulling you and the entire chair closer. He was in no means gentle. Nikto didn't even think he was capable of being gentle. Maybe you'll get a bruise on your ankle for that grip but it was completely irrelevant.
His grip lessened immediately when he saw you didn't fight. Both arms releasing what they held as he rested then on your lap instead, his head laying down on his arms. From then, he was completely motionless. He could barely breathe with the mask on and in that position but to him, being close and not alone was far more important than any stupid amounts of air.
Your hand slowly put down the pen on the desk, making sure to not spin the chair around while you were putting the pen back on it's place. No need to wake him up now.
You stayed during his worst times. You stayed during his best. You stayed.
So, he'll stay. For an hour or two, he'll cry unknowingly. Most of his disfigured face could not even feel such sensations anymore. He needed you to look at him and tell him that he is crying. The water droplets were too gentle, too insignificant to feel against his bruised up, mostly skinless face. The face you still caressed so lovingly when you decided to help him. When you were nice enough to suggest him vaseline to make his face less itchy. When you cleaned and put on his mask.. a damn privilege for which you waited literal years to get. You waited for him. You were patient and careful. You understood.
How could he not cry?
A hand softly petting his back in a calm soothing manner. Ever so slowly, you leaned down to fully embrace him in a hug while still letting him let his pent up emotions. His ears felt muffled, his legs sore from running, crawling and hiding. Arms sore from carrying all those heavy weapons around, his face..his face simply just always hurt. Something always hurt. Mentally and physically.
But now? Yes, everything still hurt but..now there was a reason for him to want to make it stop hurting. To get the help he needs. His shaking only increased as you caressed him, eyes shut tightly, his teeth clenching, jaw sore. This feeling of vulnerability was sickening to the very core but his core couldn't be more glad than it was now that he got this. That now..he wasn't alone.
You weren't an angel, a god or a therapist but you were his saviour. His angel and his god. The one god that he could pray to and not feel betrayed by. Someone who heard his cries and helped. He couldn't be more thankful. Spiteful, hateful..so many conflicting emotions. Things he couldn't deal with alone.
He felt like the luckiest person alive. He finally felt like a person.
Nikto was no longer just a nobody, a killing machine. When with you, he was someone. He was someone. Someone with a reason to be. And treated as such.
For now, this someone will enjoy your time together. Worshipping the ground you step on for as long as you allow him.
The poor rabid dog has finally been taken to a shelter. Shown love. Shown care. Even if he still bites sometimes, he still has a home.
#please nikto just one chance#cod x male reader#male reader#gender neutral y/n#gender neutral reader#nikto x reader#nikto x you#nikto#cod nikto#x yn#cod x reader#x you#x female reader#religious trauma#religious undertones#tokyo revengers x male reader#my baby#my wife#i love him#They could NEVER make me hate you#I had to hold myself back with chains to not make this into a more soul crushing angst#Next time I'll catch y'all lacking just trust#What if instead of call of duty it was called call of the freaky and all operators oiled up and started a twerk off?#call of duty nikto#I start riding the phone when I see him I'm not even joking#SoundCloud
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Love is love
Warnings : teasing, joking, fluff, couple stuff
Genre : romance
Characters included : crush/self insert, gn!reader
Writing style : short oneshot
You played music on the TV, singing along. You danced with a pillow, practically in your own little world. So much so you didn't realize your lover got home early. They walked in and leaned against the door frame, looking at you, hearts practically forming in their eyes.
After a while you noticed them and jumped in fright. You threw the pillow down and ran to the remote and turned the music off. All while they laughed at you, slowly walking to you. They hugged you which you hugged back, not saying anything. Your lover kissed your head and smiled at you. "Nice voice, pretty girl/boy," they say.
You dig your head into their chest in embarrassment. They hug you tighter, but you struggle a little bit against them "Stoop, you haven't showered!" You say trying to get away, but failing to hide your laugh. They gasp dramatically followed by "are you calling me dirty?" You both are laughing now.
They kiss your lips, smiling into the kiss. You do the same. They then kiss your forehead followed by a loud "mwah!" sound. "Now go shower I wasn't joking," you say teasingly. "Shower with me then" They reply, cocking their eyebrow a bit. "Alright, alright," you agree.
In love rn.
#fanfics#oneshot#x reader#female reader#male reader#gn reader#crush x reader#self insert x reader#crush
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my fyp knows me so well
#stay away from him!!!!#male tc#male teacher crush#female tc#female teacher crush#tc blog#tc community#tc confessions#tc crush#tc feelings#tc post#teacher crush blog#teacher attachment#teacher crush community#male teacher#teacher x reader#teacher x student#teachers pet#teacher crush#teacher cc#tcc feelings#tcc#tcc tumblr#male tcc#tcc imagine#tcc struggles#tccblr#tcc quotes#tcc thoughts#tc thoughts
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I just can't stop thinking about him.
#teacher attachment#tc community#teacher x reader#student x teacher#male teacher crush#teacher love#tc crush#teacher x student#teacher crush#male tc#male teacher x female student#tc feelings#tc blog#tcc thoughts#teacher crush community#daddy issues#oldermen#lana del rey
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
you didn't like him, did you? of course you didn't. hopefully. hopefully you didn't like him. that would complicate things. (he's totally not your ex-boyfriend. :) but then again, most people don't have wet dreams about people you don't at least find attractive. and most people's hearts don't skip beats when they see someone they don't at least think is cute. and i mean, most people don't wonder what your children's names would be if you didn't have tiny feelings for the future parent. and most people don't blush over someone they don't think has the capability to be visually... appetizing. and most people don't have crushes on people they don't think have personalities that they could, despite how messed up they are, cherish. most people don't wanna hug and kiss someone til they explode if they don't... love them. most people usually catch feelings, and get crushes, and maybe even fall in love first. but, that's most people... it didn't have to be you. but it was you.
#crush scenarios ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚#crush x reader??#female reader x male crush#crush imagines#bts imagines#atsv fic#atsv x reader#gilbert blythe x reader#GOD GIVE ME A SIGN IS K THE ONE OR NOT I'VE LIKED HIM FOR TWO YEARS FOR PETE'S SAKE#writing community#wrtiblr#reader x crush#friends to loversss
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i never see anything for a lot of the genshin women, and i recently built kuki and i have no idea how i lived without her. she is the loml
just shinobu having a fat crush on you :3!
Kuki is a VERY busy woman. She’s always running around inazuma and cleaning up after the arataki gang. She has a hard time admitting it but as much as she loves everyone in the gang, it still takes a toll on her sometimes.
So, whenever she sees you (whether in passing or purposefully), she can’t help feeling the blood rush to her face.
She; obliviously, is good at keeping her composure a lot of the time.
But sometimes. sometimes. she just can’t help but lose herself a little bit.
So whenever she stares a bit too long, somehow noticing the smallest details you’ve put into your outfit, or looking you up and down with an adoring smile on her face,
(she gets to do this pretty freely. with her mask and all. thank god for that.)
or if every so often you say something slightly sweet to her, she just falls more and more for you.
Maybe she now looks forward to the gang doing stupid things, as long as it’s somewhere she could possibly see you <3
M.LIST
#genshin fluff#genshin impact#kuki shinobu#kuki x reader#shinobu x reader#fluff#x reader#crushes#arataki gang#gender neutral reader#male reader#female reader#genshin x you#genshin imagines#blurbs
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sorry i’m so hateful against you klumbimers today i’m just so bored of tkk lacking diversity
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yesterday in class he came to me to answer my friend's question and he put his HAND on the table right in front of me!!! I almost freaked out. my heart ran a marathon fr
(my friend actually called him on purpose, so he be close to me for a second) - yes I know, I need help
#teacher crush community#teacher crush#male teacher crush#teacher attachment#teacher x reader#feelings#male tc#teacher#student x teacher#tc crush#tcc thoughts#tc community#tc feelings#tc confessions#tc blog#tc struggles#male teacher x female student#middle aged man#teacher x student#physics teacher#crush
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M without his glasses on is weird. He looks like a seperate person without them on
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Masterlist & Intro
HELLO!! My name is ila (for short, ilan also works idc tbh^^)
I am a HUGE reader and part time writer :)
I highly suggest to check the tags before reading my fics because I mostly write angst with a side of smut
REQUESTS : OPEN
Im multifandom, which means I write about marvel, supernatural, csm, etc.!!
I write ships AND x readers, just request!!
Okay enough about me, here is the masterlist
MARVEL
**ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE
- Hobie Brown
• Sunsets at the beach (red dots I fell inlove with)
Angst & Hurt no comfort / x reader
• Your Only Flaw Is That You‘re Flawless
Angst & Hurt no comfort / x reader
• False pleasure (I will be good for you)
Semi-Angst & Smut/ x reader
• Hot Man
Drabble / x reader
• Apron
Fluff / x reader
**AVENGERS
- Steve Rogers
• Love Me, Touch me (be the first who ever did)
Smut / Virgin!Reader
• Tall Baby
Smut / x reader
• Thighs
Smut / x reader
- Tony Stark
• …
ORIGINAL WORK
- MLM (men love men)
• Don’t Leave Me Here (Shivering In The Disappearance Of Your Warmth)
Angst / slight smut
SUPERNATURAL
- Castiel
• Let me go, I’m starving
Sastiel (SamxCastiel) / Smut & Angst
- Sam Winchester
• Let me go, I’m starving
Sastiel (SamxCastiel) / Smut & Angst
• One Last Time
Sabriel (GabrielxSam) / Smut
- Dean Winchester
• …
- Gabriel
• One Last Time
Sabriel (GabrielxSam) / Smut
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dandy nursing the sick reader back to health ♥︎
a/n: a sort of sequel to the fic i wrote about where the reader was taking care of a very sick dandy. requested by my dandy mott obsessed friend! much like me, if i’m being honest ;)
summary: after taking care of dandy when he was ill, the reader begins to come down with whatever her poor lover must have had. leaving him to return the favour and tend to her needs.
GIFS ARE NOT MINE!!!
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Dandy was plodding around the kitchen, trying his best to make you the PERFECT cup of tea. Alongside some other little things he knew would help make you feel better. He was extremely guilty. You’d caught the same sickness he came down with after storming off in the middle of the night whilst the rainy sky was in action. It was his fault, of course. Another tantrum and poof, he’d left.
Although Dandy was still getting over his own cold, he vowed to take care of you through this current time. His mother and Dora insisted on letting them do it, but he refused. He had infected you both. So it was up to him to fix it.
Dandy rubbed his nose on the blood red handkerchief he carried in his pocket and continued on taking the tray of baked goods and medication up to you’re room.
When he arrived, he was stunned to see you standing up and trying you’re best to make the bed with whatever strength you had left.
“No, no, no! Y/n, why are you out of bed?” Dandy scolded. You were quick to jump out of you’re skin before fumbling for an excuse.
“I’m bored.. and aren’t you being a tad bit hypocritical? You’re not well yourself, mister. So why are you also out of bed.” He struggled to give you an answer but only demanded you get back under the covers.
“Mother isn’t home and she let Dora go on a break. So it’s just us for now. I got you a few things. There’s different medications there to help with the stuffiness and headaches.” You smiled warmly at him and glanced towards the large metal tray he’d placed down on the table nearby. It was full of pastries and sweet treats. And some medicine, as he had told you.
Dandy looked at you for a good few seconds, displeased with what he saw. You’re face was a deathly porcelain. You were awfully tired looking and fully resembled a corpse.
“Darling, what’s you’re temperature?” He asked.
“I haven’t taken it yet. Although I can say that i’m absolutely freezing.” And with that, Dandy rushed off to go find a thermometer.
You lay back down and sighed. With all this fuss he was making, you were sure the poor dear would be as ill as he was once before. You admired how much he cared though. It was sickly sweet, in a way.
He soon returned to the room and ordered you to open you’re mouth. The thermometer was quickly placed inside and you both waited for a minute or two. It finally began to beep rapidly and you gathered that the look on Dandy’s face meant it wasn’t a good result.
“That’s certainly a high fever, at most. I’ll go grab a washcloth so we can try to keep it down for now..” You tried to protest but he’d already left the room again.
It didn’t take long before you felt a familiar tickle in you’re sinuses and were overcome by the need to sneeze, several times..
“Goodness bless you!” Dandy gasped. You’re eyes cracked open again and you noted in you’re mind that he was back in sight.
He placed the washcloth over you’re burning forehead and sat on the bottom of the bed.
“How many times have I told you, wear a coat if it’s raining. Situations like these can be easily avoided..” You giggled. Dandy smiled softly but you could tell he was practically full of guilt.
“When you’re dealing with a mother like mine, that’s the last thing you’ll worry about.. OH!! THE SOUP!!” You’re partner screamed. You watched him dash off back downstairs and heard lots of cluttering, safe to say he was taking this just a bit too far…
He returned with a steaming bowl of lentil soup in his hands, coughing when the steam hit his face. He took a spoon off of the tray and began slowly stirring the piping hot liquid.
“Open wide!” Dandy chirped. You shot him a cold glare before huffing loudly.
“Really? I’m sure i’m capable of feeding myself, thank you.” You said sarcastically. Dandy scoffed at you’re utter sass and proceeded to lift the spoon closer to you’re lips.
“I know. I’m just better at doing it my way!” And with that, he shoved the spoonful of soup into you’re mouth. For some childish rich kid, he made great soup.
A few hours had passed and Gloria had came back home. It was now officially dark out and Dandy left you to rest for a little bit. Yet again putting up with Gloria’s demands that he should go back to bed himself and get over his own cold first. You even thought you heard him yell back at her a few times..
Now you were deep in slumber, peacefully dreaming about having another day out in the garden with Dandy. The door was slowly opened as someone quietly crept in.
You felt the bed move and you’re eyes fluttered open, spotting Dandy giving his best attempt at snuggling into you.
“Get well soon…” he mumbled before closing his eyes and wrapping both arms around you’re waist. Perhaps being ill wasn’t so bad when Dandy was around. He was definitely the best caretaker you’d ever had, you swore upon that.
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