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herinteriordesign · 8 months

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brownsugar4hersoul · 9 months

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payaso-gomi · 6 months

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Hey people who know better, does Rex Splode exhibit BPD symptoms or am I reading too much into his character

#invincible #rex splode #i don't know shit abt anything #except dragon ball #but i noticed that well #rex responds *pretty* strongly to like rejection #he seemed to think eve was losing interest in him bc he arrived to teen team hq with mark #he kinda 'immediately' cheats on her with dupli-kate #he kinda has narcissistic tendencies #and i say that in a neautral tone ofc

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kayt-sims · 5 months

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So my pc literally decided in order for it to work I had to wipe my entire system 😅😅😅😅 long story short lost everything so here is a new WIP with the same inspiration (ish)🫶🏼

#sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 simblr #ts4 build #simblr build #fuckin love neautral tones as you can see #show us your builds #my builds #sims build

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frmulcahy · 7 months

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Tired of having Dumb Butch Disease (either mumbles and people think I’m swearing at them or I talk way too loud and hurt their ears)

#thinking about how in preschool I had to repeatedly get my ears checked because I had trouble with Inside Voice lmao #and it still haunts me at almost 23 because I ‘yell’ if I have any emotion whatsoever #and then when I’m in a neautral/calm state I’m mumbling and being rude and snarky and have a mean tone #cool cool cool #everything is fine #and then I resolve to not speak as much so as not to upset others and promptly forget the next time I’m excited about something stupid #adhd

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pockyandsoda · 7 months

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yo we as a society need a term for the specific aesthetic that characters like aziraphale and stede and bilbo etc have, y'know the whole cosy-almost-cottagecore-kinda-light-academia-but-also-regency-and-dandy-esque-maybe-even-some-fantasy-light-and-warm-and-neautral-color-tones-and-simple-comforts-etc thing, because whatever it is has an unimaginable hold on me

#good omens #our flag means death #the hobbit #lord of the rings #ofmd #lotr #aziraphale #stede bonnet #bilbo baggins

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jinniesluna · 2 years

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ANYTHING FOR YOU

Hello! I am back with another Hyunjin fic. I wrote this as a distraction from the crippling grip of life.

Warnings - sub!Hyunjin, dom!reader, gender neautral! Reader, mirror action, handjob, overstimulation, petnames, light ball slapping

Word count - 1.4k

Summary - You have fun with your pretty boy infront of a mirror so he can appreciate his beauty.

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"I said eyes open and forward, baby boy," your hand reaches up to turn Hyunjin's face towards the mirror placed at the end of the bed. Reluctantly, Hyunjin opens his eyes and the face he sees staring back is unrecognisable. He shakes his head at the flushed face, teary eyed, shaking man in the mirror and whines when you hold his face still, preventing him from looking away.

"I can't. It's embarrassing," Hyunjin's arm comes up to cover his eyes, shielding himself from the pathetic sight in front of him.

"It's not embarrassing, baby. You're beautiful, teary eyes and all." Your tone is teasing, a small chuckle catching at the end when you hear the little groan that Hyunjin lets out.

"Now, be a good boy and look at yourself," the teasing tone is replaced by an authoritative one that indicates you're being serious now. Hyunjin whines but drops his arm nevertheless.

"Good boy," you press a small kiss to the side of his head, hands snaking around his body to lightly run over his nipples. Hyunjin's back arches against your chest and he lets out a breathy moan.

Your hands continue to toy with his sensitive nipples as you smile cruelly at the way he squirms. Hyunjin's eyes roll back as you lick his neck, teeth softly biting into his milky skin.

"A-ah, more, please m-more," his whines cause your lips to curl up into a devilish smile before you repeat the action, digging your teeth in harder. A dark patch materialises on the front of Hyunjin's underwear from his precum. One of your hands glides down his torso and plays with the waistband of his underwear. The anticipation is killing Hyunjin, but he doesn't complain as he knows bad boys won't get what they want. Finally, your hand slides under his underwear and the warmth makes Hyunjin's legs rise up. As soon as your hand rubs over Hyunjin's needy cock, he lets out a loud moan, back arching beautifully.

"Awe, such a dirty slut, moaning like a bitch," you snarl against his shoulder. The words only fuel the aching, burning fire in Hyunjin's stomach. Your hand grabs hold of Hyunjin's cock and pulls it out with ease. The chill air of the room causes a shiver to run through Hyunjin.

"Eyes forward, baby," you remind Hyunjin of your rule for tonight. As soon as he sees himself: panting, shivering and a hard,red cock leaking -too much- sticky precum against his stomach, he blushes and wants so desperately to close his eyes because no way can he accept the fact that the wrecked man staring at him was himself. No way, he can't accept that he is such a needy, dirty slut that cries at such little friction.

"Pretty, right?" You're amused at the look on Hyunjin's face; denial.

"Now you can finally appreciate just how delicious you look like this, all fucked out and needy," your words are accompanied by the slow strokes of your hand. The action is enough to tease Hyunjin, to make his legs shake and his hips jutter up into your slow ministrations. But it's not nearly enough to extinguish the burning flames building in his stomach. Despite wanting to be a patient and good boy, he just has to have more.

"P-please, please give me more," his voice is high and whiny, demonstrating just how much he needs your touch.

"Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you've been good enough to get what you want? Hmm?" Your hand doesn't stop slowly stroking Hyunjin up and down, twisting around his tip.

The pleasurable sensations running through his entire body makes it near impossible for Hyunjin to cultivate a coherent thought, let alone sentence.

"Words, baby," your breath is hot against his neck, Hyunjin makes eye contact with you through the slightly illuminated reflection in front of him. The absolutely feral look in your eyes causes him to whine, hips stuttering.

"Y-yes, please, I've been a g-good boy. I've been y-your good boy."

You breathe out a satisfied laugh at his words.

"That's right. You have been my good boy," you place a soft kiss on his shoulder before stroking his cock at such a brutal pace, it has Hyunjin's hips bucking up off of the bed.

"Aaahh, yesyesyes," Hyunjin's head lolls back against your shoulder as his eyes roll back, mouth open to let out moan after moan. Both hands come around to play with him, one hand stroking his cock, the other flicking his nipple. Hyunjin squirms under your ministrations, unsure if he wants to lean into the feeling you're providing or away. Your lips leave hot kisses along his neck and shoulder, teeth biting into the soft skin there. Hyunjin groans loudly at the pleasure-pain coursing through him.

"Look at how fucking beautiful you are, Jinnie."

Hyunjin fights to keep his eyes open as he stares at himself in the mirror. He moans when he sees the way your hand is stroking him.

"So pretty, and it's all for me," you smile at him through the mirror.

"Y-yes - nngh - all for you. I'm a-all yours," Hyunjin locks eyes with you. Your hungry ones staring at his desperate ones. The hand flicking over his sensitive nipple goes to join the other stroking his cock. One hand strokes up and down while the other rubs circles around his leaking tip.

"A-aah, fuck, yes," tears fall from Hyunjin's eyes from the intense pleasure. Your hand slides down his cock and gently slaps his balls. Hyunjin practically screams at the sensation.

"A-again, please," he whines out, eyes pleading with yours through the mirror.

Your hand smacks his balls harder than the last while your other hand rubs around his tip.

"Fuck fuck, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum, nngh," Hyunjin's hand flies down to hold onto your forearm as you continue your ministrations.

"Cum for me, pretty," you whisper against his ear, ensuring to watch him fall apart through the mirror.

Hyunjin is a sight to behold when he cums. Thighs shaking, face flushed, eyes tear stained and his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

A loud moan is ripped from him as he too, watches himself fall apart. Your name falls from his swollen lips as his thick cum paints his stomach and thighs, some even reaching his chest. Hyunjin revels in the euphoric bliss, mind going hazy from the intense orgasm. However, that pleasurable state is disturbed as he feels slight pain from overstimulation kick in as your hand that rubs circles around his tip doesn't stop.

"Aaahhh, no, no, 's too much, fuuck," Hyunjin's hips squirm around as your palm rubs over his over-sensitive tip. His grip on your forearm tightens as he nearly screams at the stimulation.

"Come on, baby boy, you can give me another, yeah? You're my good boy, come on cum for me," you purr into his ear, palm rubbing faster circles.

"Oh god, I can't, I can't," Hyunjin's head lolls from side to side as his whole body convulses.

"Come on, Jinnie. I know how much of a cum slut you are, my little slut," your words go straight to Hyunjin's cock and he can feel the pain fade into pleasure. Your other hand comes down to squeeze his balls in time with your thumb swiping over his tip, causing a scream-like moan to be pulled from Hyunjin's throat.

"It feels w-weird," Hyunjin whines out, his eyes widening at the unusual knot building in his stomach, a strong pressure.

"It's okay, baby. Come on be a good boy and cum again," your tongue flicks at his ear lobe as Hyunjin throws his head back.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Hyunjin's back arches as his body convulses with the pressure of his second orgasm. Transparent liquid shoots out of his cock, saturating his thighs as well as the sheets.

Hyunjin slumps against your chest in total exhaustion. A soft giggle escapes your lips as you rub Hyunjin's stomach in a comforting manner. You press kisses to the side of his sweat slicken head and wait for him to come down from his daze.

"Are you okay, baby boy?"

"Hmm," is all Hyunjin can manage in his state. You gently push him forward and slide out from behind him. As you lay him down on his back he flutters his tired eyes open to look at you with such love and admiration.

"Thank you." His voice is hoarse, but it still holds tenderness.

"Anything for you."

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Annnnd that concludes that fic. I hope you enjoyed it, and I will be back soon with more 🌸

I hope you all have a lovely day/night 😊

#dom reader #kpop #kpop smut #stray kids #sub hyunjin #sub!hyunjin #sub!idol #sub!kpop #sub!skz #sub!straykids #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #sub! hyunjin #stray kids smut

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diomaster69 · 4 months

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Jotaro Kujo x Reader All The Little Things (Part 1)

Synopsis: Who knew a relationship would spark from a love letter that wasn't even directed to the person you ended up with. (I tried to keep this gender neautral)

Kujo Jotaro. He was known to be a delinquent yet girls still fell for him left and right. It was annoying. He took a smoke break once in a while to escape the stress that these girls brought him. That's when you ran into him. You were trying to meet up with your friends when you turned the corner and ran into Kujo's puff of smoke. This caused you to cough uncontrollably and drop all your things.

Kujo might be a bit of a bad boy, but he's not a complete asshole. He bent over, cigarette in his mouth, and helped you pick up your things He saw one of the things you had dropped was a love letter, the little heart sticker on the envelope made it obvious. Though, he wasn't sure who the person on the envelope was. He would assume it was one of your friends.

You quickly snatched the envelope from him, perhaps a bit too roughly. Thankfully the bigger boy let it go before you ripped it in half. Though, he was a bit annoyed. He helped you and you were rude in his eyes, "Tsk, ungrateful bitch."

"What did you say?" Your tone was nearly threatening, a tone Kujo wouldn't have expected from you. He stayed silent though, going back to smoking.

However, curiosity got the best of him, "That letter for your friend?"

This caught you off guard, "Why do you care?"

He just blew out a puff of smoke. You raised your brow at him, what a weirdo. You rolled your eyes before answering him, "Yeah. What about it?"

He thought for a second, "Goodluck."

"Thanks?" You walked away. You didn't know Kujo on a personal level, but man that was a weird interaction. You ended up leaving the letter in your friend's locker. The next day, he approached you and accepted your confession. The two of you ended up as an item.

About a week later, you ran into Kujo again. This time he approached you. Your boyfriend was busy trying to get caught up on exams and so you were eating lunch alone. Kujo sat right next to you on the bench. It was quiet. Neither of you exchanged a word while you kept eating.

"I see the confession went well... congrats." He had a hard time expressing his feelings but that sentence alone was surprising.

You swallowed your bite before responding, "Thanks."

The rest of the lunch period was silent once again. You both got up and went your seperate ways. Apparently a lot of students saw the two of you together and were spreading rumors. These rumors ended up reaching your boyfriend who asked you about it. You, of course, dismissed people's accusations. You and Kujo were nothing, not even friends.

A few weeks have passed since these rumors. The only time you ever saw Kujo was in the halls and you never even spoke. Until one day, you saw him walking to school with a crowd of girls. That isn't unusual, but he seemed even more irritated than usual. He screamed at them to back off but they just clinged onto him more. You were walking with your boyfriend when you saw all of this. And so, you let him go so you could help Kujo.

Your boyfriend insisted to look the other way so you guys could get to school peacefully but you ignored him. You told the girls off and lectured them on personal space. They scoffed at you, but Kujo's silent yet admirable stare at you was enough to shut them up. He never even glanced at them. Your boyfriend grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to school.

Later that day, Kujo approached you while you were alone, waiting for your boyfriend. He still had his stoic face as he asked, "Why did you help me?"

"You just seemed like you needed it."

"I'm not completely helpless you know?"

"I know. The mighty and tough Kujo Jotaro doesn't need help from someone like me. Sorry if I broke that tough persona of yours."

He scoffed, "I was gonna thank you but whatever."

He began walking away as your boyfriend approached you. He saw Kujo walking away and he was angry. He accused you of seeing Kujo behind his back. You argued back of course, you'd never cheat on him. Before Kujo fully walked away, he turned around and stared down your boyfriend.

"Stop yapping, you're lucky you even got a partner. Prick."

Your boyfriend inhaled sharply as his brows furrowed, "Excuse me? This is none of your business."

Kujo stepped closer to your boyfriend, obviously towering him, "You're the one who mentioned my name. Either handle what you dish out or keep my name out your filthy mouth."

"Why do you care so much Kujo? Don't you have some fangirls to get to?"

The taller male just stood there, staring into your boyfriend's eyes. Your boyfriend got pissed, pissed enough to try and punch Kujo's chest. Before the punch could land, he grabbed your boyfriend's arm and twisted it, leaving it broken. Your boyfriend screamed in agony as he dropped to the floor in pain. You immediatly ran to tend to him.

Kujo began walking away, but not before turning back to say one more thing to you, "If you ever wanna ditch this loser, just come and find me."

#x reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jjba jotaro #jjba part 3 #kujo jotaro #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jotaro x you #jotaro x y/n #jotaro cujoh #stardust crusaders

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hirokari · 1 year

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cat got your tongue?

wc: 1.1k | g: fluff, superhero!au, chat noir!jaemin, gender neautral reader | w: profanity | a/n: tee hee chat noir jaemin tee hee ps. little personal mentions of the murder mystery novel i've been reading + the cat beanie i've been talking abt w sunny

Beyond the swaying trees and the dimly lit street lamps of the park, Na Jaemin manages to spot you between little gaps of the canopy above you, smiling a little fondly at the sight of you getting lost in another book you'd gotten; knee perched up against your chest and your book perched right up against your thigh as you indulge yourself completely in the plotline of your novel.

Though the hour is late, he knows all too well that you'd lost track of time already. Hopping off of a roof he'd been resting on, Chat Noir quietly sneaks behind the bench you sit on, pressing his hands next to both your shoulders.

"I believe someone should be heading home at the moment?"

At the slight upbraid, you can't help but jump with shrugged shoulders, turning around with what Jaemin thinks is the cutest bewildered expression.

"Chat Noir," You huff, pausing to mark the page you'd last left off. "Would it kill you to not give me a scare every time we talk?"

"It would, actually, yeah."

"Oh, very funny." Rolling your eyes, you stuff your book into your olive green satchel, fingers brushing against the faded denim.

Your "coincidental" interactions with Chat Noir had been an ongoing thing for months, though at this rate you're convinced he's monitoring you.

"Cute beanie," Jaemin comments, eyes casted to the headdress snug on your head. It's cat shaped, which makes him a little giddy. "What is this, a tribute to yours truly?"

"Sure, you could say that." You laugh softly, adjusting the beanie and brushing stray strands of hair behind your ears. Your response is like a little cup of serotonin shot into his veins, and he smiles.

"Come on," Urges the nation's greatest hero, tugging on the sleeve of your sweater. "I'm seeing you off to your home."

"You know where my home is?"

Yes, Jaemin resists the urge to bite out. You'd taken me there to work on a pair assessment together.

"Yes," Chat Noir drags out in a small voice. "A hero should know where everyone belongs, should he not?" Scrunching your nose up at him, you begin walking by his side. "No," You reply. "I don't think Seoul's mightiest hero should personally know where I sleep every night."

"Don't twist the story!"

"I'm not twisting shit and you know it, Chat Noir. It's as creepy as it sounds."

"It's not like I'm selling your information or anything. I doubt anyone would want that anyway." Jaemin says, a tad sour. You laugh at the slight bitter tone in his voice, bumping your shoulder to his in a playful manner.

"What book are you reading, by the way?"

"A murder mystery. Why?"

"Nothing, I'd just like something to do to kill time now and then."

You give him a sly, cheeky smile, "Heroes have time to kill?" To which Jaemin scoffs through thin lips, "More time than crimes to kill, trust me."

"Alright," You trail off. "I guess I could lend you my copy." Jaemin almost trips against the gravel below him. "Borrow-? Your copy?" Your head cocks to the side as you meet eyes with him through his jet black mask. "Yeah, it's cheaper that way, is it not?"

"Sounds like you're looking for more reasons to see me."

"That too, maybe,"

Now Jaemin freezes. He can't help the halt of his legs when you retort back. You'd always been witty with your responses, but never had you been so... bold. Nonchalant. He didn't know what to think of it.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

Now you're doing cat puns? You'll be the death of him.

With dusted cheeks, Jaemin stretches his arms out and kneels down on one knee. At the action, you give him a strange look, grip tightening a little on your satchel.

"What the fuck?" You give him a confused laugh. "Are you, what, proposing?"

"I'm proposing to give you a ride home."

"What? How?"

You never thought you'd ever have your arms wrapped around Chat Noir's neck, let alone see him give you a charming, boyish smile as he jumps from one rooftop to another nearing your apartment.

"This is literally crazy." You mumble, eliciting a small yell when the hero jumps a little too high, though you can't deny the small rush in your veins when he does. "This is literally safer, you child."

Your roll your eyes at his childishness, but still laugh. Frankly, he could not blame you for the way you're acting right now.

"I'm not a child, and I'm not a fan of cold winds." You complain, referring to the cold gust that bites at your cheeks. The skin of your face is cold and numb, and you bit the inside of your cheek to maintain any form of sense on your face.

"Sorry, love. We'll be there soon, I promise."

You can't argue with that. At all. He'd whispered it in your ear with his stupid soothing voice, you'd melted into putty in his arms at this rate. All you're left to do is watch the scenery of silhouettes contrasted compared to the dark blue that paints the sky.

"Blue hour," You mumble with a sense of admiration in your voice. "Your favorite," Jaemin adds. You hum, recalling when you'd told Chat Noir that on your way to your favorite bakery, around the same hour.

It doesn't take long for Jaemin to arrive at the balcony of your apartment. Perched up safely, he helps you out of his arms and into the safety of your home.

"Thank you," You chime, leaning closer against the same railing he rests on. "Oh, before I forget: here's the novel." You hand it to him. He admires it, the pages already slightly worn out, the paperback cover having been bent a little by your little habit of picking the corners of it.

"How about this," Starts Jaemin. He sets the book back into your hands, softening at the surprised tilt of your head. "You can give it to me the next time we meet."

"When will that be?"

"On our date. Next week Thursday, blue hour. I'll pick you up here."

You can't seem to form words, mouth slightly agape at the idea of going out with the city's greatest, most charming hero. Jaemin gives you a warm smile, letting a finger rest under your chin just to lift it up.

"What, cat got your tongue?"

You can't help but laugh, closing your eyes to relish the warmth from the proximity. Standing against the tip of your toes, you shift and press your lips against his warm cheek.

"Okay. A date."

Pulling away, you lean back down to your original height and step away slowly. "Good night, Chat Noir."

Slowly, Jaemin wears the shyest smile you must have ever seen him with, "Good night, Y/N."

#nct #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream blurbs #nct dream x reader #na jaemin #na jaemin x reader #na jaemin imagines #na jaemin scenarios #na jaemin blurbs #jaemin imagines #jaemin x reader #jaemin scenarios #jaemin burbs #nct dream fluff #na jaemin fluff #nct x reader #♪ mari writes!

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moon-thething · 1 year

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Alright hey its me the same anon from last time—I'm sorry, I just really like your writing 🥲 but anyway, I was thinking—Kevin x Reader headcanons, but enemies to lovers edition. Your choice though.

Hello again anon :) I really don't know how to write enemies to lovers trope so these headcanons kind of turned out as bullies to friends to lovers but I still hope you enjoy these!

P.s. you can also become a named anon if you'd like to request more than once

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic/romantic

Readers gender: gender neautral

Type: Fluff?

Warnings: not proof read, not announced change of povs

Hope you enjoy :)

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The first time you two had met in high school

The reason he started to hate you in the first place because you were the popular kid

And from every TV show and or movie the popular kid was always snobby and didn't have a care in the world. So he started to believe you were exactly like that

And the reason you hated him was simply because every time you tried to talk to him he'd scoff and roll his eyes

Who wouldn't get anoyed at that?

And so, you two were known in highschool because of your rivalry

Kevin would purposefully drop small notes into your backpack and or hide your stuff to quote 'get you back' end quote

While you would as well put pathetic fake love notes into his backpack as well as steal his pencils and pens

The sound of chalk on the board and the teachers bored tone echoed around the room as Kevin was getting more and more tired by the second

Finally getting sick of the teachers talking he lifted his hand up, when the teacher turned around she opened her mouth to speak

"Yes Kevin?" She asked, tilting her head as she waited for a response

"May I use the restroom?" He asked, lowering his hand. The teacher let out an anoyed sigh

"Yes, you may." At that Kevin stood up from his seat and walked out of the classroom

The teacher continued on with the lecture as Y/n looked back at Kevin's empty seat, they let out a quiet chuckle as they ripped a peace of paper and wrote a quick note on it

'Meet me at the rooftop, at lunch time ;)'

And they put it into Kevin's backpack, being careful and quiet so the teacher wouldn't notice

When it was lunch time Kevin rushed to the rooftop and waited for the mysterious person to show up. But of course, they never did

Kevin quickly realized and groaned at his stupidity as now he had lost his whole lunch break

It didn't go too extreme since you both didn't want to get expelled

So all throughout highschool you were butting heads and talking smack about each other. Wether it be face to face or talking to your friends

When highschool ended you were both relieved to never see each other's faces again. While you had moved and started to actually enjoy life, Kevin was stuck working at a candy shop

As more years passed both of you now seemed to realize the mistakes you two made with your rivalry

While Kevin was more ashamed of himself for putting the expectations of you being a snobby rich kid he had only now realized how nice you actually were

When he looked back he had memories of seeing you afar, either helping a nerd tht was beaten us by treating his wound's wefore sending them to the nurses office, or feeding a stray dog/cat

And he couldn't help but beat himself up for putting those thoughts up first before actually talking to you. But deep inside him he still felt a little hated towards you for doing those little pranks on him even though he started doing them first

While you just looked back and still felt a burning haterid towards the raven haired boy. Never actually finding out the reason as to why he hated you, but always seeing him from afar treating other people better than he had treated you

But you had still felt ashamed for writing those fake notes and putting them in his backpack, even though every time you wrote the note it seemed more and more meaning full. As well as stealing his pens and pencils

And, if you were being completely honest, the reason you went up to him wasnt just to make small talk. Ever since you had seen him enter the classroom you were in it was like an angel has entered

So when you tried to talk to him you could just imagine how heartbroken they were, having their crush hate them

And one fateful day, you had returned to your home town to visit your family and old friends

Walking down the street you saw a familiar candy shop and the memories of you going there when you were younger just flooded in

And so, to fulfill your inner child, you walked in

And when you saw Kevin at the counter you could feel the butterflies in your stomach

While Kevin was just feeling panicked

"Well, funny seeing you here." Y/n said as they approached Kevin. He could feel heat rising to his cheeks as he cleared his throat

"I thought you moved away." He mumbled, leaning against the counter as he looked at the floor in shame, lol of the bad high school memories coming back to him

"I know this night be a bit awkward to you, but I'm not here to pull any pranks." Y/n joked, making Kevin let out a huff of laughter, "But.. I've been wondering. Why did you exactly hate me?" Kevin swallowed the lump in his throat as he let out an awkward laugh

"haha, well.. you're gonna absolutely have me for this, but..." Kevin started, Y/n put their hands on the table as they listened closely, "Since I watched too many teen movies.. I kind of made the connection that all popular kids were assholes." He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly

Y/n started to laugh as Kevin felt more embarrassed by the second

And from that point on, you two became some sort of friends

You come to the candy shop every day. Internally screaming every time you accidentally made even the slightest contact with him while Kevin was just oblivious

But as time passed Kevin seemed to start noticing his feelings towards you. But he was of course too blind to see your feeling's towards him

And on one perfect day, both of you decided to confess to one another. And I repeat: both

Y/n walked towards the candy shop, gripping the end of their shirt anxiously as they came closer and closer towards the shop. They

They opened the door as Kevin's head shot up. He also seemed a little on edge but at the moment Y/n didn't pay any mind to that

"Hey Kevin. How're you doing?" Y/n asked awkwardly as they leaned against the counter

"GoOd." Kevin's voice cracked, making him cry internally

The two stayed in an uncomfortable silence before they both wanted to break the silence.. at the same time

"I need to tell you something." They both said in usion

"Sorry, you can go first." Y/n apologized as they looked at Kevin

"Nononono, you go first." Kevin insisted

"Why don't we both say it at the same time?" Y/n asked

"Sure, why not. But we sould at least go somewhere private." Kevin said, pointing towards the huge window's of the shop as people passed by. Y/n nodded slightly as they followed Kevin

"Okay, on the count of three."

"Okay."

"One."

"Two."

"Three-"

"I really like you!" They both yelled. They looked at each other with wide eyes before they both bursted out in laughter

"God, we're so pathetic!" Y/n laughed as they clutched their stomach

When their laughter finally died down the two could only stare at each other with warm smiles. Kevin then boldly wrapped his hand around their waist ad pulled them towards him

"May I kiss you?" He asked with an unsure tone of voice, Y/n let out a giggle and slightly leaned in

"Yes, you may." The two connected their lips as they shared a long and tender kiss

God, the relief the two of you felt when you confesed to each other. You might as well have been in heaven at that moment

And now as Kevin and you both looked back at the past memories in highschool and the awkward confession you wo shared, you couldn't help but laugh at your guyses stupidity

#spooky month x reader #spooky month #sm kevin x reader romantic hc #sm kevin x reader #spooky month headcanon

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memento-morri-writes · 2 years

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Writeblr Intro, Take 2 (+ Nav)

Basics: - Morrigan (aka Morri) - she/her - 20s - student - neurodivergent (autistic + ADHD) - aroace - ask game and tag game friendly!

My name is Morrigan. I have an addiction to sci-fi and fantasy, and a deep seated hatred for “insta-love” and melodrama. I write mostly fantasy at the moment, but there might be some sci-fi popping up eventually.

Some of my favorite tropes / content in media include found family, morally grey characters, LGBTQ+ and POC characters, neurodivergent and mental health representation, hurt/comfort, sarcastic characters (bonus points if they’re the narrator), reluctant allies to friends (basically anything to friends), slow-burn romances, and magic with a cost.

I participate in Worldbuilding Wednesday, Blorbo Blursday, and Storyteller Saturday!

My WIPs:

All the Queen’s Horses:

light fantasy, 3rd person limited POV, slow-ish burn romance with a bi main character, no real magic.

- intro post - wip page (+ story nav) - story tag - content masterlist (not all content is on here!)

Call of Shadows:

YA fantasy / adventure, first person POV with multiple narrators, no romance, lots of magic.

- intro post - wip page (+ more nav) - story tag

Other Projects:

wips that don’t have a title yet and are in various stages of development.

- runaway prince wip - high fantasy wip - political fantasy/romance wip - supernatural roadtrip wip - warforged wip

General Navigation:

- answered asks - ask games masterlist - oc list - oc asks - storyteller saturday - worldbuilding wednesday - blorbo blursday - non-writing posts - reblogs of other’s stuff

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herinteriordesign · 8 months

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brownsugar4hersoul · 9 months

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24kphantom · 10 months

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"A Midnight Rose" Erik x Gender Neautral Reader Part 1

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“.... The person you have dialed can’t take your call now. Please leave a message after the tone.” And you did just that. Your angry tone slowly sounded sorrowful; tears streaming down your face, your bottom lip turned down, and sniffling, and although you still tried your best to maintain a stone face and prevent your voice from quivering, it didn’t work. Truthfully, you were angrier than upset, but still, instead of telling you the truth, your 3-year fling decided to lie to your face and who knows…ditch you to go back to America.

“I can understand if you don't want to be a part of this fling anymore but the least you could do is call me and let me know how you felt,” you yelled. “I wasted several hundreds of dollars on this trip so we could become closer but now I feel like a fool! I could’ve used this money for my rent, but no I spent it on you! Some guy I’ve only known for 5 years! Well, you can forget about me because I’m going home! Have a horrible day, jerk! And another thing–”

“Voicemail full.”

Damn.

“Thank you for calling. Goodbye.”

“Gosh darn it, I can’t believe this!” Carelessly throwing your phone on the metal concession’s stand table, you cried silently.

Given your lack of experience in dating, each hurdle sends your self-esteem into the ground. It seemed as if every attempt at a romantic relationship always failed miserably and for what? What was the reason? If a reason was provided, at least you could change it if there was a legitimate reason. Many folks suggested going on a journey of self-love or making sure you truly love yourself and yes, while that is true, it can become frustrating when that is met with your dating concerns. The “self-love” response sounds insulting; many folks are indirectly implying you hate yourself when in most cases, that’s simply not true. You were attractive, intelligent, ambitious, and talented, what else could a person want more in a partner?

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you glanced around the lobby once more to see if any workers were still in the building and again, there were none.

That’s bizarre, you thought. Where is everybody?

SMASH!

What was that?!

A sharp shiver was sent down your spine, causing you to suddenly feel a wave of fear that you hadn’t felt earlier. Then, knowing someone else may have been in the theater provided a slight sense of relief; maybe they can direct you to a cab this late at night. Being out this late by yourself in a foreign country wasn’t an intelligent choice, by far. In America, it is a known fact that one shouldn’t be alone in the dark at all because everyone is vulnerable, but for some reason getting home before dark never crossed your mind. You’d plan to be in your apartment at this time of day with the comfort of your guy friend.

Well, this was great. Not only did you waste 2 months’ worth of rent but now you may perish in the worst way possible. Seeing horror movies about how some people treat American tourists should’ve well prepared you for this moment, and yet, you were to relax. But, enough of that talk, maybe the person, if it IS a person, could help you because why else would another stranger be in this large, empty theater by themselves? It’s quite clear they had no idea you lurked in the shadows.

The sound of glass crunching beneath this stranger’s shoe sounded like small bones being crushed at full force. Through the glass crunching made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the sound of their shoes tapped every so lightly on the polished tile floor, almost giving the illusion you were in a dream. Curious to see who was reaching the middle of the hallway, you attempted to rise from the metal chair at the concession stand, but, what’s this? Your legs can’t move? Why not? The anticipation is killing you! For a split second, you contemplated going out on the dark streets of Paris by yourself hoping and praying you wouldn’t get kidnapped by some freak then again you wondered if you stayed and saw this mysterious creature, may you could ask them for help. The adrenaline coursing through your body surely sent your heart in rapid mode; causing your vision to slightly blur and your leg jumping up and down. It moved rapidly as if it was a jumpstart to your body was a race car ready to take off at any moment. But one thing stood out. Staring and squinting harder through the pitch-black hallway, what looked like a floating white mask and white shirt became clear through the abyss.

That can’t be a floating mask. I must be tipsy. There’s no way a mask can…float....

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postnuclearophelia · 2 years

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what’s the best makeup palette with all the rainbow colors with lots of gem tones and some sparkly shades with a black and white and like a couple neautrals i broke my one eyeshadow palette and now i need another

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emrobinson03 · 1 year

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Nan Goldin

Nancy Goldin (born September 12, 1953) is an American photographer and activist. Her work often explores LGBT subcultures, moments of intimacy, the HIV/AIDS crisis, and the opioid epidemic. Her most notable work is The Ballad of Sexual Dependency (1986). The monograph documents the post-Stonewall, gay subculture and includes Goldin's family and friends. She is a founding member of the advocacy group P.A.I.N. (Prescription Addiction Intervention Now). She lives and works in New York City.

This photo is my favourite out of all images nan goldin has made. the lighting of the queens is so epic looking. it reminds me of a vintage inspired photo used with film. the brightness of the lights on the just shows the importance of these 2 in this image. i say this because the image could be featuring the whole car and outside if they were the same neautral tone as the car and outside but because they had spotlight it shows them as the main importance. it also brightens up all their make up, wigs, clothes, etc

this image is very cool as its the in the moment image will they are on the bike. the colour of their clothes looks like they are the power in the image. I also like how the background of people and a little bit of the bike rider is blurry but again the drag queen is centre of intention I reckon that with all the drag bans happening around the world right now in 2023 Its a good topic to be photographing because here in new zealand its a hot topic. I know that its a hot topic here in nz becuse I did drag storytimes and a few librarys in febuary and got lots of hate, crazy emails, messages, postcards, etc as people didnt agree with it.

I would like to use nan goldins photos as inspiration because a lot of my older work was inspired by her.

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