SUITOR: "..." | Writer | Male
Pathetic. Sensitive. Not oblivious, but desperate.
Y/N: "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." | Writer | Gender-Neutral
Yandere. Bold. Morbidly curious, but devoted.
Very short scenario.
Imagine obsessing over a classmate in your creative-writing course. A mousy boy who catches your attention in the college-library, spotted lingering behind a large crowd.
He had looked nervous, like he could run off any second. His hands shakily held a pile of books, while he tried to maneuver around the loitering friend-group.
Needless to say, he had you hooked.
Maybe you were just curious, because you had seen him be praised by the professors before, but he seemed to disappear every single time you tried to investigate further. Here, however, you could see him plainly; a frowning face to connect to the intelligent shadow you'd vaguely seen before.
When you began to get closer to him, intrigued by his reserved nature and easy-to-miss intelligence, he was as meek as you'd expected him to be.
You hadn't expected things to spiral as fast as they did, however. One thing just led to another. Peer-reviewing sessions, shared lunches, and library-walks just began to unravel your possession of him. For whatever reason, his sensitive personality kept pulling you in closer. You would joke about one of his drafts being terrible, because of one grammatical hiccup, and he'd be close to tears.
You never had power like this before. It was kind of nice.
But you'd never call your love shallow. He was good company, and the teary eyes that he showed you were just a bonus. It was like a constant switch between genuine companionship, and your need to push his buttons to see how far you could go.
He was just too easy. Too willing to cling to you, and especially too cute.
The professor began to recognize you two as a duo. He'd partner you two up for his star student's comfort, because everyone knew that you're the only one who could tolerate his stammering voice. It was almost like your responsibility to take care of him. A pride, to you.
(But if you started glaring at anyone who did try to get close to him... well, nobody needed to know.)
You were lucky that you didn't need to admire him from a distance. If he was a little bit more guarded, things would be tricky. But instead, you could leave straight-forward messages for him in his books. Sticky-notes with penned hearts, candies, pressed-flowers...
...Threats in the margins of romantic-quotes, your bloody thumb-print where he'd turn the page...
Yes. You were very lucky. Lucky to have such an obedient boyfriend, who would see these things and never blink twice. Lucky to have a best-friend, with big, wet eyes that cried to you if he was struggling. Lucky to have a dog, who trails after you, lost, because you're the loveliest person he's ever met.
You're strange to some, and sometimes you scare him... but he promised to be yours, and he'd hate to break your heart. You're just too good to him.
(Even if you expect a hand-written love-letter everyday, tucked into your box filled with his old drafts, candy-wrappers, and old pens.)
idk what I made but I made it for my fav writer who matched my freaky zone
@pearlescentparade/pp x Reader
warning: cringe like VERY CRINGE and also bad English and spelling
it's February 13...a day before Valentine day!
it was middle of the night and you decided to make sweets to give it to your crush! pp! (aka pearlescentparade!)
you grabbed the ingredients and decided to make cookie!
everything was going smoothly until you were going to taste test it and immediately spill it out and you realize you putted salt and WAY too much at the not to be noticed
ATTEMPT ONE: COOKIES > FAILED
you decide to make chocolate cupcakes...why not cookies anymore ? well you might accidentally ate it all the chocolate chips aha...
anyways when you were making the cupcakes you made sure to check everything before you put it into the bowl when you were mixing you got tired and decided to mix it with the electric one .... it would have been good idea if you only would have held the bowl before the bowl before the ingredients went to all wast... you couldn't even save it you were too stunned to do anything
ATTEMPT TWO: CHOCOLATE CUPCAKES > FAILED
you stopped a bit to mourn and clean the kitchen because of your cupcakes...
you look at one of the mix boxes and you found a chocolate cake mix!!
you mentally got revived and decided to re-do it!
check the ingredients before putting it in bowl, and using actual mixer by hand, when you were putting it in the bowl you realize there wasn't butter smeared in it.
you quickly grabbed a small bowl and putted butter and into the microwave!....you started to hear some electrical sound coming from microwave.. you realize you put a glass bowl.
you heard a explode and you immediately went and closed the charger holder.
ATTEMPT THREE: CHOCOLATE CAKE > FAILED
you were close to crying when you got a face time to one of your closet friend which you answer
"hey bitch it's yo girlfriend three- oh my god you look like someone made fun of your stuff..."
" HO I DON'T KNOW IF I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BAKE OR I'M JUST PLANE STUPID"
" mewh everyone has a stupide moment in there life my darling tell you lil girler hare what happened "
*one year later after telling her your life mission*
"...no worriesss it's just your rush it girl so it's not you fault"
"...it's not my the first time it happ-"
she suddenly cut you off
" how about I make it for you sweetie."
you shoved your face into the camera looking into it
"...fr?"
she micmiced you and shoved her face into her camera and now your seeing her face up close
" fr."
you spent all night in a face call with your friend while making the cookies for your Valentine and doing a Beyonce concert for you
"can't wait to back it UPPPP"
"...omg girl you beautiful voice my eras are bleeding oh my go-"
after finishing baking it she showed it to you before wrapping it up in very cute box
"girl get some sleep you look like the one hear me out cake monster blob before seeing your man"
last words spoken by her friends before she went missing..../j
before going to sleep you decide write him a love note you spent almost a whole hour on it before your happy with your work
ahem
my dear pp
the moment I saw you not breaking your mewing streak I just knowed you were an alpha..
I'm so in skibidi you I think your very sigma and I want you to be in your alpha pack
would be my very skibidi Valentine?
- y/n
after you were satisfied with it you got your beauty sleep (aka power nap)
before you drop kicked into your friends house and got your bakings you decided to doll up a bit
you texted him to meet you in hatred Realm under one of the tress I'm block tales
you were nervous as hell
after seeing a pretty Brown hair boy from the distance you knowed its him and when git closer you stared to blush slightly at him
when he wanted to greet you, you just shoved the letter and gift
you let out a small "baka" at him and looked away from him
after two moments two you looked back but... he was keeping how mewing streak and he didn't even moved
you though for moment that you were stupide for trying to get with a alpha like him
before he pinned you into the tree and pulling out a chocolate gift giving it to you
y/n didn't know how to react before they pulled him into a hug.
"t-t-that doesn't mean I like you or anything... baka"
pp was just mewing but he didn't mog his omega
happy end~
lol not really date ideas purrrr
after wtv tf happened you two went out to a shopping date going to a store to another and a another
trying new looks new fit together even buying a matching ones
then going to small coffee shop ordering drinks and eating the other chocolate
hm the cookie are really good wonder were your friend went off to ...
in a very distant was the bodiment of hatred looking at them "hmm these bitchs-"
before he got punch in the head by elio3somewu
"DON'T CALL MY FRIEND BITCH BITCH"
you shiver slightly ... huh must have been the wind then
after you two end up being together and being the cutest and happy couple the could be, you felt like your past pain was worthy to be with the guy you fall in loved with
-
lol idk what I did but I did sm that is for sure.
also the whole Baking thing happened irl to my friend and decided to add it because that is the only thing that came my mind srry it's bad
writer x reader drabble. um i closed my eyes for two seconds to take a nap but this scene couldn't get out of my head.
"god your fucking hands look so good on the wheel baby," you say, hands trailing up the inside of my leg. we're speeding down the highway, I'm eager to get us home after Christmas dinner at your family's house.
i hum appreciatively, my hand moving off the gear selector to your thigh, gripping it tightly. you stroke up my arm, nails dragging up my inner forearm lightly.
"wanna feel those hands wrap around my neck, daddy," you whine, lacing your fingers with mine before pulling it up to kiss the back. "please, i'm so fucking wet."
"i know, my love," i say deeply, "give daddy a minute, i'll sort you out."
i look over at you and wink, turning into a deserted area. i park the car haphazardly, turning the music up a little before gesturing for you to get in the back.
"wide open, i want to be quick."
your legs immediately spread, the dress you've got on a little too short. when you walk past me, it gives me just enough of a view of your ass. i can see your soaked panties, the smell of you was intoxicating as i climbed into the back with you.
i don't bother taking your panties off, fingers immediately pushing it to the side and slipping two fingers inside you. you moan and immediately ride my fingers, gripping my forearm tight. my thumb rubs your wet clit hard, two fingers quickly making you loose enough for a third.
you cry out my name when the third thick finger slides in, tears pooling in your eyes. you look up at me, the sight of you so wrecked for me makes me roll my eyes back into my head.
"coming for me, love?"
“fuck! gonna…!”
my fingers press up against your sweet spot hard, thumb fondling your clit faster and faster. you’re shaking, face tucked in my neck when I push you back into the seat. My hand wraps around your neck, squeezing ever so gently. It’s not tight, just a mere reminder of who you belong to.
“do you want to come for me, beautiful?”
“please daddy, close please!”
“come for me darling, that’s my good girl.”
you cum hard, legs quivering as the smell of sex permeates the car. I surge forwards and kiss you, your body slumping into the seat and my arms.
I pull my fingers out of you, shoving them into your mouth.
“clean up, baby doll.”
your lips wrap around my fingers so beautifully, a foreshadowing of how pretty your lips will look around my cock in a bit.
I pull my fingers away, sucking the rest off myself.
“Mm, get back in the front princess. I’ll get you home quick and fuck you real good.”
The driver probably doesn’t know the meaning of numbers, judging by how much he exceeds the speed limit.
But I don’t particularly mind. The roaring of the engine and the little bumps every now and then almost feel calming. and, as a matter of fact, I don’t know the meanings of many things either, so who am I to criticize?
I do think it’s rude how he just starts speeding again after an old Lady got on the bus though. He doesn’t even wait until she sat down, instead the Lady almost falls, desperately wrapping her thin fingers around the handle on a on one of the backrests close to her.
I am ready to jump up from my seat to help her in case she falls down for real but then my gaze lands on you and my limbs suddenly freeze, which is a strange contrast to the warmth, almost heat, I feel spreading through my body. The pounding of my heart resonates in my ears, my brain shuts down completely and with that my perception of time.
how long am I staring at you already? Two seconds, two minutes, two hours?
It can’t be too long because I still watch you slowly walking towards the back of the vehicle where I am sitting. also, I haven’t fainted yet so you can’t be that close to me yet. your eyes hectically move around, trying to pick one of the many empty seats. I am still observing you, getting a glimpse at your eyes that sparkle in a dreamily way which somehow makes me think that you aren’t mentally here in the bus either. I hope we are wandering in the same world as I ask myself what melodies you might hear through the headphones you are wearing.
On your way towards me (not really, but let me dream) you have to pay close attention not to fall too, little frowns looking cute on your forehead and your fingers tightly holding onto the handrail, carefully sliding forward until you arrive at the seat you have chosen. I almost believe it is no coincidence that you’ve picked the seat I have the best view on. Entirely mesmerized by you, I lean my head against the glass (that doesn’t feel like glass at all) of the window right next to me. Now I wonder if you actually enjoy driving backwards or if you just decided walking further to the back would have been too much of a hassle.
For a moment I move my gaze away from you. It’s not like our eyes have met or something magical like this. I’m not even sure if you have noticed me at all. I just need to give myself a break and time to realize I’m in the middle of a bus ride crush once again. at some point, you or me will stand up and get off the bus and it will be over. At least a part of it, because I am sure your face will haunt me for quite some time after this bus ride ends.
When I “casually” set my eyes on you again, you don’t wear your beanie hat anymore, resulting in me craving to bury my fingers in the messiness of your hair. I shiver at the mere thought and I wish you knew. I wish you knew you are somebody’s bus ride crush and that somebody will think about you during the next few weeks.
And then I hope you don’t need to know. That you know already how loved you are by the persons you surround yourself with. I hope that my little crush is insignificant to you, because you don’t need a stranger to adore you – even if it’s almost like love at first sight.
And I wonder if you would mind me thinking about you in that way, if it would bother you if you knew.
Because in my head, you would have walked a little further to the back and you would have sat down next to me and I would have said “Hi” in the most awkward way because my pounding heart would have been louder than any coherent thought but you wouldn’t have minded because you would think it’s cute. And then you would have rested your head against mine or on my shoulder and you would have shared headphones with me and I would have been able to smell your freshly washed hair but not able to breath because we would have intertwined our fingers and we both would have closed our eyes to escape together, to wander though another world together – no matter if we would miss our bus stop and stay until the driver would have to kick us out, wake us up. But we wouldn’t care because we would still have each other in real life, not only in our own little world or the imagination of only one of us. In my imagination.
I wonder if it would bother you, these thoughts. Or if you wouldn’t care.
You are looking out of the window now, watching the trees and houses shrinking more and more as we are carried further away from them.
What are you thinking about? What’s on your mind? What’s your name and where are you from? What are you doing in your life and do you believe we could be meant to be but don’t know about it yet?
I imagine you are a student, studying something I have no single clue about. But I would listen to you talking about it anyway. Because I would love the way your eyes would be almost burning with passion. Because it would make me wonder if this is the way your eyes look when you would be talking about me to somebody else. Because it would make me wonder if this is the way your eyes look when you would look at me in moments I wouldn’t notice.
The familiarity of the houses in this area of the town pulls me out of my daydreaming for good. Only two stops left, then it would be over. Once again, I take a very good look at you, trying to keep all your features in my mind, as clear as possible. By now I am 100% sure you haven’t noticed me or my weird staring at all. You are still absently watching the scenery passing by. In my head, I say goodbye to you, beautiful stranger. I will probably never meet you again.
Then it’s time to press the “stop”-button. I raise from my seat and move to the closest door of the bus on wobbly legs, passing you, who doesn’t even move a millimetre, while I feel like my heart must be exploding in my ribcage. The bus stops, the doors open with a loud hiss. And I step outside, cold air hitting me, filling my lungs. I take a deep breath and turn around one last time, looking for you.
Request: Here's a challenge. Reader x lazydoodlesandfanfic
You had gone on a trip around England for a few weeks. You had heard of the amazing meals, landmarks, drinks that weren’t washed down in the slightest, seagulls, pigeons, shitty weather and ridiculous slang from around the country.
Honestly there was more negatives then positives, so whenever nothing was catching your eye, you turned to Tumblr. You had found this blog called lazydoodlesandfanfic, or Lazydoodles for short. The blog was dedicated to writing short stories, one shots, ships and other writing genres for fans of the fandoms, and was ran by a 16 year old English girl who was now in College, who wrote these free stories for the enjoyment of others in her free time. You often wondered things about this blogger, things that you were generally too shy to ask in her inbox, since you didn’t want to make her uncomfortable- even if she had reassured countless times that she was an open book and will talk about anything. Despite this, you didn’t know much about her. You knew she was virgin, and so wasn’t comfortable about writing detailed smut, so tended to go around it, she supported the LGBT community as her best friend was transgender and gay, and as said- was in college and 16. You weren’t sure if she had mentioned her name at any point. She had also mentioned she had cut her once long brunette hair down into a pixie cut for charity and was very proud about it, but she hadn’t posted any pictures. You had wondered through your time in England if you’d ever meet her.
You were in Barnsley, and saw a big red building near a church. Approaching, you realised it to be the college, as down the road was the sixth form building and University, which was closer to the market and the water fountains which you had heard the students would go into in the summer, since you could walk through it, and when it got late they put colour in the water.
You walked up the college and looked around. You had wished to see these fountains since it was pretty warm for once. You were lost and didn’t know who to ask for directions. The roads were busy since it was in the city and people were rushing around.
“Hey, are you ok?” You turned and saw a girl. Behind her was a boy with half his hair shaved and his hair dyed. The girl herself had a brown pixie cut with green eyes with a specs of brown in her eyes, as well. The boy was short, about 5’3 while the girl stood at about 5’5, with a smile.
“U-Um yeah, I’m looking for the fountains.” You explained nervously. You noticed the lanyards around their necks, one red and one rainbow, with student cards attached. You realised they were college students.
“Oh! It’s down there, want me to show you?” The girl offered. You nodded. “Jon will you be OK by yourself?” She asked the boy, and he nodded and left into the red building. “Right come on, I’ll show you.” She offered, motioning you to follow.
You crossed a small road and was waiting for the traffic lights. You looked at her lanyard, and saw her name was Rebecca. “I’m Y/N, by the way. Thanks for helping me.” You informed. She sent you a smile.
“It’s no problem Hun. You looked lost and I don’t have class for another hour, so I thought I’d see if you were OK. I know how hectic Barnsley can be.” Rebecca told you. She had a very proper accent, different to what you had heard other people talk like around this area. Also, she called you Hun… it reminded you a lot of that blogger you liked. “Come on, the light’s changed.” You snapped out your thoughts and crossed the road, now outside the University.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where are you from?” You asked.
“Oh! I’m from Rotherham. I just travel here for my course. I used to get picked on because of how I spoke.” She informed you. You crossed another road with Rebecca till you saw the fountains.
“Thanks for showing me.” You thanked her. She simply smiled. The smile looked awfully familiar, but you couldn’t place where.
“No problem Hun. There’s a cheap but nice take away over there, and if you go down the hill, there’s a McDonalds if you’re hungry.” She informed you. “I’ll see you around, yeah? Bye!” She called and went and crossed the road again, heading back to the college. That’s when it clicked.
You had just met LazyDoodles!
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