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okay besties everyone put in their tags what theyre majoring or what they majored in im so curious

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a lot of people who shit on x reader could never write it even if they tried because it's genuinely very complex to write well narratively in a way i dont think shipfic with two pre-determined characters is not

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Being-A-Creative-On-Tumblr-Culture is going through all of the 24 reblogs on your post with 357 notes just to get just enough serotonin to get through your day by reading what the five god sent people who left tags wrote

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“x reader is so cringe.” to YOU. im reading this shit and having a ball ‼️

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[sometime late at night.]

a/n: it seems like im always coming and going on this blog lol but it is genuinely bc i am so busy!! im in seoul now, and classes are crazy but i really wanted to get this one out bc its been sitting in my drafts for way too long....anyway i hope you're all keeping well <3

also listen to this while reading pleaseeee

wc: 737

warnings: brief mention of hands touching t*tties but everyone is fully clothed i promiseeee

"Sorry. Again."

You immediately turn to look at Mark, and find him staring at the ceiling of the car. You don't think you've ever seen him look so drained, or so tired. His eyes are still rimmed with red, and theres nothing more you want than to just help him.

"It's fine, Mark."

"No it isn't. I ruined everything. I ruin everything. I pushed you away cause I was being an asshole. I let my girlfriend get away from me." He chuckles, but theres no humour in it. If anything, he seems on the verge of tears again. Your hands shoot out to his shoulders, forcing him to look at you. "Listen to me, Mark. I already forgave you; so stop beating yourself up about it. You're my best friend. I'm not letting you get away that easily. And as for your ex..." You take a breath, " None of that was your fault. She chose to do what she did. You chose to be a good person. And that's what I love about you, Mark. You always choose to be good." You're looking at him, searching his eyes for something that says he's heard you. Something that says he believes every word you said. The way he returns your gaze is something different - like he's looking at you in a new light, like something just clicked into place for him.

You feel his hands come up to cradle your cheeks, his thumbs resting on your lips. You see his eyes linger on them for longer than necessary, and then rise to meet yours. You hear his quick inhale/exhale, like he's preparing to say something.

"Is it- Is it okay if I come a little closer?" he murmurs, his eyes begging yours for permission. You nod, the tension between you pulled so taut it would take the slightest disturbance to make it snap.

He crashes his lips onto yours and it's like a dam has broken - your lips moulding and moving with his in an emotionally charged dance. Mark's hands rove all over you, and a spark of electricity runs down your spine when he lets out a whimper and his hands come to rest on your chest, fondling them with care. You barely have time to breathe before he's back for more, like he can barely get enough. His tongue explores your mouth, carefully at first but gaining speed as he gains confidence. Its all you can do not to fall apart in his arms.

Finally you pull apart, chests heaving, lips slightly swollen, and a trail of saliva between your lips the only tangible evidence of what you'd both just done.

You fall back against your seat, staring into the ceiling, much like Mark had done before.

"Sorry. That was a lot, wasn't it?"

"Stop apologising, Mark!" He flinches a little, and you soften. "I should apologise,"

He whips round, confused. "You're vulnerable right now, and we just..." You find yourself unable to meet his gaze, the volume of your voice significantly decreasing. "We just....did that."

He sighs, and you can feel him rolling his eyes. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have done it, Y/N. For real. Now let's....do that, again."

Happy to oblige, you kiss him until you're dizzy; until this time its Mark who pulls away, realising the time and scrambling to get you home as he fumbles to put the keys in the ignition. You zoom through the streets, and neither of you can deny the tug at your chests when he finally pulls up to your drive. Wordlessly, he leans in again, you returning the action, both of your lips aiming to meet in the middle. You giggle, surprised when you find your noses have squished together instead. Leaning back, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, sheepish, and go in again.

This time, your lips meet properly, engaging in one last final dance before you pull away, Mark rushing you out of the car and up to your door. While he stays in the car, you find he never once stops staring at you until you've entered the house and the door has shut behind you. Only then do you hear the revving of his engine, signalling he's gone.

That night, you head to sleep with cheeks that ache from smiling so much, and a heart thats beginning to put itself back together.

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[sometime late at night.]

a/n: it seems like im always coming and going on this blog lol but it is genuinely bc i am so busy!! im in seoul now, and classes are crazy but i really wanted to get this one out bc its been sitting in my drafts for way too long....anyway i hope you're all keeping well <3

also listen to this while reading pleaseeee

wc: 737

warnings: brief mention of hands touching t*tties but everyone is fully clothed i promiseeee

"Sorry. Again."

You immediately turn to look at Mark, and find him staring at the ceiling of the car. You don't think you've ever seen him look so drained, or so tired. His eyes are still rimmed with red, and theres nothing more you want than to just help him.

"It's fine, Mark."

"No it isn't. I ruined everything. I ruin everything. I pushed you away cause I was being an asshole. I let my girlfriend get away from me." He chuckles, but theres no humour in it. If anything, he seems on the verge of tears again. Your hands shoot out to his shoulders, forcing him to look at you. "Listen to me, Mark. I already forgave you; so stop beating yourself up about it. You're my best friend. I'm not letting you get away that easily. And as for your ex..." You take a breath, " None of that was your fault. She chose to do what she did. You chose to be a good person. And that's what I love about you, Mark. You always choose to be good." You're looking at him, searching his eyes for something that says he's heard you. Something that says he believes every word you said. The way he returns your gaze is something different - like he's looking at you in a new light, like something just clicked into place for him.

You feel his hands come up to cradle your cheeks, his thumbs resting on your lips. You see his eyes linger on them for longer than necessary, and then rise to meet yours. You hear his quick inhale/exhale, like he's preparing to say something.

"Is it- Is it okay if I come a little closer?" he murmurs, his eyes begging yours for permission. You nod, the tension between you pulled so taut it would take the slightest disturbance to make it snap.

He crashes his lips onto yours and it's like a dam has broken - your lips moulding and moving with his in an emotionally charged dance. Mark's hands rove all over you, and a spark of electricity runs down your spine when he lets out a whimper and his hands come to rest on your chest, fondling them with care. You barely have time to breathe before he's back for more, like he can barely get enough. His tongue explores your mouth, carefully at first but gaining speed as he gains confidence. Its all you can do not to fall apart in his arms.

Finally you pull apart, chests heaving, lips slightly swollen, and a trail of saliva between your lips the only tangible evidence of what you'd both just done.

You fall back against your seat, staring into the ceiling, much like Mark had done before.

"Sorry. That was a lot, wasn't it?"

"Stop apologising, Mark!" He flinches a little, and you soften. "I should apologise,"

He whips round, confused. "You're vulnerable right now, and we just..." You find yourself unable to meet his gaze, the volume of your voice significantly decreasing. "We just....did that."

He sighs, and you can feel him rolling his eyes. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have done it, Y/N. For real. Now let's....do that, again."

Happy to oblige, you kiss him until you're dizzy; until this time its Mark who pulls away, realising the time and scrambling to get you home as he fumbles to put the keys in the ignition. You zoom through the streets, and neither of you can deny the tug at your chests when he finally pulls up to your drive. Wordlessly, he leans in again, you returning the action, both of your lips aiming to meet in the middle. You giggle, surprised when you find your noses have squished together instead. Leaning back, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, sheepish, and go in again.

This time, your lips meet properly, engaging in one last final dance before you pull away, Mark rushing you out of the car and up to your door. While he stays in the car, you find he never once stops staring at you until you've entered the house and the door has shut behind you. Only then do you hear the revving of his engine, signalling he's gone.

That night, you head to sleep with cheeks that ache from smiling so much, and a heart thats beginning to put itself back together.

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'the mortifying ordeal of being known' what about the comforting joy of being understood

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"I'll walk with you" is just an excuse to spend more time with someone before they go and that's romantic as fuck

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i want to think of it more as “my future is waiting for me patiently” than “i am waiting impatiently for my future”

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[00:27]

a/n: WOW ive been gone for a hot min ㅠㅠ sorry guys university is just very crazy and im going to korea this september so ive been working my ass off which means i haven't had to time to sit down and write!! but im here now after a burst of inspiration at 11pm.... this aint proofread but i hope you like it <33

wc: 506

warnings: like. one mention of s*x but none is actually involved pls its just very hot n heavy but all they do is kith

the study is a serious room for serious business, haechan's father says.

haechan thinks having this rendezvous with you, the daughter of his father's mortal enemy, in his study, is quite serious business indeed.

“my lady,” haechan breathes, words dripping with want, “you are quite inconsiderate.”

his lips are a hair's breadth from yours. you know that in this moment, if you simply leaned a little closer, you could end the constant yearning between you.

“i think,” you reply, just as silent and softly as him, “you are quite greedy.” you lean away from him, just barely hearing his slight whine of disappointment.

you take his hand, play with his fingers. he lets you. eagerly anticipating your next move. “what you need,” you begin, tracing your hand up his sleeve, “is to learn,” you sit him down at the desk, stand up, walk behind him, and grasp his shoulders, massaging them slightly, “some patience.” you whisper in his ear, while your hands move to his neck.

haechan takes a deep breath, waiting. for what, he doesn't know.

careful to avoid his windpipe, your hands squeeze.

he makes an obscene noise, loud and wanton - for a second, before he regains himself.

you bite his earlobe. lightly, of course.

he shudders.

you coax him up again, eyes locked onto his like a predator and its willing prey.

this time, you curl your fingers in his hair, bring him in close. you expect him to complain again, but he remains silent. only the dilation of his eyes, visible in the firelight, and the glisten of his freshly licked lips against the firelight betray his desire. you stare at his lips for an achingly long time, bringing yours ever, painstakingly, closer. you brush your lips against his, and haechan's breath hitches. you move away, and he whines once more.

“must you tease me so?” he says, almost spent.

“no.” you reply, coy. “but it's fun,” you add, and draw him in for a real kiss this time. he almost melts in your arms, but you clutch his hair ever tighter, and he wakes up enough to inject his fervor into your veins. he leads you back towards the desk, prompting you to sit on it, and as he stands between your legs and grinds into you, haechan thinks it'd be so nice, so easy, if you so desired - so easy for him to just push aside your skirts and have his way with you.

pulling away for air is like hell on earth, and as he comes back for more, his own hands, once caressing your face, now steadily traveling south - a knock sounds on the door. you reluctantly pull apart, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you, and hurry to hide.

as you listen to haechan try and explain away the person at the door, you think to yourself on how this really was supposed to be a serious meeting. you also don't think you can find it in yourself to really care that it wasn't, though.

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I wish my job was hanging out and having fun ($1000/hr)

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are there actually new tumblr users or are we just memeing ourselves into a fever dream where this site is popular again like two hundred thousand people hallucinating as they die in a trench

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[00:27]

a/n: WOW ive been gone for a hot min ㅠㅠ sorry guys university is just very crazy and im going to korea this september so ive been working my ass off which means i haven't had to time to sit down and write!! but im here now after a burst of inspiration at 11pm.... this aint proofread but i hope you like it <33

wc: 506

warnings: like. one mention of s*x but none is actually involved pls its just very hot n heavy but all they do is kith

the study is a serious room for serious business, haechan's father says.

haechan thinks having this rendezvous with you, the daughter of his father's mortal enemy, in his study, is quite serious business indeed.

“my lady,” haechan breathes, words dripping with want, “you are quite inconsiderate.”

his lips are a hair's breadth from yours. you know that in this moment, if you simply leaned a little closer, you could end the constant yearning between you.

“i think,” you reply, just as silent and softly as him, “you are quite greedy.” you lean away from him, just barely hearing his slight whine of disappointment.

you take his hand, play with his fingers. he lets you. eagerly anticipating your next move. “what you need,” you begin, tracing your hand up his sleeve, “is to learn,” you sit him down at the desk, stand up, walk behind him, and grasp his shoulders, massaging them slightly, “some patience.” you whisper in his ear, while your hands move to his neck.

haechan takes a deep breath, waiting. for what, he doesn't know.

careful to avoid his windpipe, your hands squeeze.

he makes an obscene noise, loud and wanton - for a second, before he regains himself.

you bite his earlobe. lightly, of course.

he shudders.

you coax him up again, eyes locked onto his like a predator and its willing prey.

this time, you curl your fingers in his hair, bring him in close. you expect him to complain again, but he remains silent. only the dilation of his eyes, visible in the firelight, and the glisten of his freshly licked lips against the firelight betray his desire. you stare at his lips for an achingly long time, bringing yours ever, painstakingly, closer. you brush your lips against his, and haechan's breath hitches. you move away, and he whines once more.

“must you tease me so?” he says, almost spent.

“no.” you reply, coy. “but it's fun,” you add, and draw him in for a real kiss this time. he almost melts in your arms, but you clutch his hair ever tighter, and he wakes up enough to inject his fervor into your veins. he leads you back towards the desk, prompting you to sit on it, and as he stands between your legs and grinds into you, haechan thinks it'd be so nice, so easy, if you so desired - so easy for him to just push aside your skirts and have his way with you.

pulling away for air is like hell on earth, and as he comes back for more, his own hands, once caressing your face, now steadily traveling south - a knock sounds on the door. you reluctantly pull apart, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you, and hurry to hide.

as you listen to haechan try and explain away the person at the door, you think to yourself on how this really was supposed to be a serious meeting. you also don't think you can find it in yourself to really care that it wasn't, though.