꒰ঌIshq໒꒱

Part-time philosopher, full-time mess. Im on Pinterest too : https://pin.it/NhwlSjLnS

[vetckkie]

girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'

[gaybichon]

LMFAO

[princessofwallachia]

[kairithemang0]

I've got a lot of respect for smut writers. you write something incredibly sexual, it's probably somewhat of a look into your own soul, and then bitches are too scared to leave kudos of comments half the time, so it looks as though everyone hates your work. And yet yall still do it, and I love that

[dearlizzies]

when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

[ivelly]

It’s crazy how you can push someone away to protect them, only to be the one left hurting while they move on in days. I thought I was doing the right thing sparing him pain but in the end, I was the only one breaking. I guess I loved him in a way he never loved me.

[ivelly]

Do You Ever?

You ever just realize that you’re so lonely, and a person you loved filled that gap even though they couldn’t touch you because it was online? But they helped you through so many heavy feelings and made you feel so much love that nobody else could. Like, being so fucking lonely, even with touch, you’re so touch-starved that you cry about it. You wanna tell your parents your problems, but they have bigger problems, and you just don’t wanna burden them with your silly little problems. So you go and dump it on a stranger you loved so dearly because you two just understand each other so fucking much.

Then, there came a time when you had to end it because you didn’t wanna break your parents' hearts, and it just wasn’t the same as it was. So you start losing, romanticizing that feeling you used to get, and then you’re suddenly stuck on the memories you made with them, constantly reminiscing. You ended it and broke it off, and then you found someone who kind of filled that gap—until they didn’t. You felt like you were using them, so you cut them off because you were afraid of hurting them. And you already did by cutting them off because you started liking them. But you knew it was gonna be the same, or maybe not, but you didn’t want that.

Now it fucking hurts so bad. It hurts so bad the way you cut them off. You’re the one who cut them off, but you’re the one hurting because they matter to you, and you can’t give them the love they deserve, that’s why you cut them off. But you wish you could. Now it’s just so fucking late, and you have this heavy feeling inside you that you can’t get rid of. Like this heavy pit in your stomach that won’t go away, no matter what you tell yourself. You just wanna talk to them so bad, but you can’t because you ended it, and they completely cut ties with you.

[ivelly]

I wish I could just forget about you.

I want this stress, this weight in my body, to wash away. I want to be forgiven. I want you to get angry at me. I want you to care enough to be hurt.

My body aches to be near yours—not in a desperate way, not even in a romantic way, just in the way that craves familiarity. I want you to know how much I loved you, but not enough to stay. Because deep down, I knew you didn’t love me the way I loved you.

Maybe you were just infatuated. Maybe I was, too.

And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for confusing you, for ending things so quickly, for not being what you wanted. I hate that we were just a fleeting thing, something that barely began before it was over. I wish we had more time—not to love each other, but maybe just to hurt each other a little more before it ended. Maybe then, moving on wouldn’t feel so impossible.

But I know the truth. You weren’t the man of my dreams. You weren’t everything I ever wanted. You were never enough. And I wasn’t enough for you either. We weren’t meant to be, no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise.

Still, I wish I didn’t feel like this. My mind is a battlefield, my body is restless, my head is heavy. I keep feeling guilty, like I should have handled things better. Like I should have tried harder. Like we should have tried harder. But we didn’t. We let it slip through our fingers, and now all I can do is sit with the regret of something that never even had a real chance.

I wanted so badly to feel something with you. I kept chasing a feeling, but it never came. And I know you were chasing something from me, too. But I couldn’t give you what you needed, and I knew that sooner or later, you’d start asking for more. And I wouldn't be able to give that either. That’s why I had to end it.

Maybe this whole thing was just me trying to cope—chasing after a feeling I once had, trying to recreate something that was already lost. Maybe I thought I could find it in you. And maybe, for a little while, I did. But it wasn’t enough.

I think what’s hurting the most is that I thought we had a chance. A real one. Maybe we could have met. Maybe we could have tried for real. But I didn’t know if you would be patient enough. And I guess that’s why I keep telling myself that if you asked me to come back, I would. Even though I know you never will. Because you’re the kind of guy who gives up easily, and I hate that about you.

And yet, I still miss you. I miss the late-night talks, the moments when it felt like we were something more. Our time together was so short—so why does moving on feel like it’s going to take forever?

But I know what I have to do. I have to let you go. I have to stop making excuses, stop romanticizing what we never were. I have a life to focus on. School to finish. A future to build. I can’t keep hurting myself like this.

And so, this is my real goodbye. I hope you find someone better than me. And at the same time, I hope you never do.

Because no matter what, a part of me will always be yours.

(posting this letter i couldn't give to him hoping it would find him... kind of... like, just a little bit but still. basically im leaking love letters now)

[bewitchined]

[ivelly]

i fucking give a fuck and i shouldnt but i do!

[ivelly]

Brother this account is gonna be my digital diary, i wanna write silly fanfics too even tho idk how to but rn its gonna be my crash out place

[ivelly]

All those days I could have said hi,

waved goodbye,

you were so keen to greet me,

and all I do is hide from you,

from your light,

I hide from you

because I'm afraid of saying something stupid,

I'm afraid to say the wrong things,

and yet here you are,

waving goodbye.

Ugh!

If only you knew the way I'd look for you all over the parking lot,

green hoodie always talking to someone,

trust me, I look for you.

I look for you in the big meeting hall,

are you in the back, are you

at the front?

My eyes linger around, hoping no one would notice,

I have my eyes set upon a boy

who I barely know,

but here I am,

and here you are.

We're always so late to see each other,

if only you knew.

If only you knew the way I'd talk to myself in the mirror trying to say the right things,

but I still look stupid right in front of you.

Poetry by me

(Please dont steal this tho it isnt even that good)

[ivelly]

bro wtf do i write about YALL GIMME IDEAS help a writer out😭😭😭

[ivelly]

YALLL SHE JUST DROPPED AND THE NUMBERS KEEP GROWING

[ivelly]

𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎

It was a late Saturday afternoon in Brooklyn, and the neighbourhood basketball court was basking in the warm hues of the setting sun. Y/N, a skilled player with a knack for making impossible shots, was dominating the game with her friends. Each time she scored, her friends cheered louder, and she couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm.

Miles Morales, running late after a last-minute errand for his mom, finally arrived at the court, slightly out of breath. He spotted the group immediately, their energy and laughter drawing him in. As he walked closer, he couldn't help but notice one player in particular. She moved with a grace and confidence that set her apart from the rest.

"Pass it to me!" Y/N waved and tried blocking the opposing team as she caught the ball from her teammate. She moved with precision, making a swift drive to the basket and scoring effortlessly.

Miles admired her talent from the sidelines, his competitive spirit sparked by her skill. As the game progressed, one of her friends noticed Miles watching with interest. "Heyoo, Miles! Why don't you come over here and show us what ya got? How about a one-on-one with Y/N?"

Miles grinned, bouncing the basketball with a confident rhythm. "I'd love to," he said, making his way over. "What do you say?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure if she wanted to turn her friendly game into a competition. "I don't know... I'm just here to have fun."

Her friends, however, saw an opportunity for some friendly mischief. "Come on, it'll be fun! How about a little bet to make it interesting?"

Miles raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, a bet huh? What kind of bet?"

"If she loses," one friend suggested with a mischievous grin, "she has to go on a date with you."

Y/N's eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head. "Wait, what? No way! What the fuck are you saying right now?" she mumbled to her friend beside her.

"And if Miles loses," another friend added, "he has to do your homework for a week."

Miles laughed, enjoying the playful stakes. "Aight, I'm in. What do you say?" He looked at her with a shit-eating grin, his eyes twinkling with excitement and a hint of a challenge.

Y/N sighed, knowing her friends wouldn't let this go. She looked at Miles, who was waiting patiently for her answer, his expression friendly and open. "Homework, huh…" she agreed dribbling the ball as she looked at it and up at him. "But don't think I'm going to make it easy for you."

With the terms set, they moved to the center of the court, ready for their one-on-one match. The crowd of friends formed a loose circle around them, cheering and jeering in equal measure.

The court was now cast in a golden glow, the sun dipping lower in the sky, creating long shadows. Miles started with the ball, his movements quick and calculated. He made a few impressive drives, but Y/N was a formidable opponent, blocking his shots and matching his speed. The game was pretty intense, both of them scoring back and forth, their competitive spirits pushing them to play their best.

Throughout the game, Y/N found herself getting unusually close to Miles, playfully stealing the ball with a quick swipes. Her touches were deliberate, attempting to throw him off balance, and Miles couldn't help but notice the slight smirk on her face each time she succeeded.

Their banter added an extra layer of fun and tension to the game. As the match neared its end, both players were giving it their all. The score was close, and every move became crucial. With seconds ticking away, Y/N managed to make a quick steal, dribbling past Miles. She gave him a playful nudge, just enough to throw him off balance, and scored the winning basket with a smooth layup.

Her friends erupted in cheers, surrounding her with high-fives and congratulations. Miles, though disappointed, couldn't help but laugh at her clever tactics. He had felt the nudge but knew no one else had seen it. "Nice move," he admitted, extending a hand. "You got me this time."

At one point, as they jostled for position under the basket, Miles teased her. "You're not too bad yourself for someone so tiny," he said, grinning.

Y/N shot him a mock glare, trying to hide her amusement. "And two, you're still going on that date with me."

"What?!" Y/N turned to him, feigning innocence.

Miles chuckled, shaking his head. "I know you cheated the last round. Cmon now, don't play stupid."

"I... don't know what you're talking about," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she dribbled the ball.

“Sure, sure keep that up….” He teased “I’ll get to you” he mumbled as offered to shake her hands.

Y/N grinned, shaking his hand firmly. "Whatever you say!" she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Miles raised an eyebrow, his expression playful. "And hey, about that date..."

Y/N chuckled as she rolled her eyes. "I dont know.." she replied, pretending to be reluctant. "Do my homework first" she teased "Guess we'll see if you can keep up off the court too."

Miles laughed, nodding. "Looking forward to it. But next time, no cheating."

"I didn’t cheat, you’re just too slow" Y/N teased again, making Miles smile. 

As they walked off the court together, their friends cheering behind them, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over their growing ‘friendship’. Miles turned to Y/N, his expression thoughtful. "Can I walk you home?"

Y/N shook her head, smiling. "That's sweet, but I'm good. It's not far."

Miles, however, was determined. "I insist. Besides, I need to make sure you get home safe after all that cheating."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "You're not going to let that go, are you?"

"Nope," Miles said, grinning. "Come on, let's go."

Despite her initial refusal, Y/N found herself enjoying the company as they walked through the neighborhood. Miles kept the conversation light and fun, and she appreciated his persistence. By the time they reached her house, she was glad he had walked with her.

"Thanks for walking me home," she said, pausing at her front gate.

Miles shrugged, a charming smile on his face. "Anytime. See you around, Y/N."

"See you, Miles," she replied, watching as he walked away. She felt a flutter in her stomach, knowing she might have caught some feelings.

As Miles disappeared down the street, Y/N couldn't help but smile, its only been a couple seconds be she's already missing him. Missing a stranger she just met.

[zaczenemiji]

I’m currently writing a Kenji Sato x Reader oneshot that’s based on Sabrina Carpenter’s Please Please Please then I came across this on Facebook 😭

Tawang-tawa ako parang awa HAHAHAHAHAHAH

[ivelly]

Man I miss Miles Morales fanfics.... Id post mine but who would read themm

[ivelly]

its only been weeks...WEEKS SINCE ULTRAMAN WAS LAUNCHED and i come back to tumblr to find yall already made fanfics....YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING I THOUGHT I HAD TO WAIT😭😭😭😭