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I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

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this weird “get a real job” behavior towards anyone working in retail, fast food, etc is always been disgusting to me. because say those people “get a real job” who is there to stock the necessities you need like groceries, clothing, hair care, and more? people love to try to bring these people down but when they need them?

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i think i have a writers block 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

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cause like… i would still name all the characters yn LMAO but it’d be like spinoffs. they wouldn’t necessarily interact all that much yk!

tinking about a smau serie in the same universe as absurdism but with okkotsu yuta and toge inumaki idk lmk

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the sluttiest thing a man can do is come back home tired from a long day of work and loosen up his tie with one hand, so imagine kuroo , undoing the first two buttons of his white shirt, finally relaxing with only one goal in mind , to finally be able to hold you , to be held.

he would collaps on you no matter what you were doing , if you were in the kitchen , he'd hold you pressing his chest against your back , his hands exploring your body, fingers tracing lazy patterns over your waist as he exhales, warm breath tickling your neck. "missed you," he mutters, voice rough from the day, lips ghosting over your shoulder before quickly stealing a piece of wtv you were preparing.

if you were on the couch, it wouldn’t matter—he’d drape himself over you like a heavy blanket, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his tie, still hanging loosely around his collar, brushes against your skin as his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you impossibly close. "just for a second..." he sighs a hand squeezing your ass, but you both know he’s not moving anytime soon.

just imagineeee him , pouring himself a glass of whiskey, sleeves rolled up, finally letting his shoulders relax. he takes a sip , the ice clinking softly against the glass the faintest sigh escaping him as the warmth spreads through his chest before he invites you on his lap , his hands on your hips tracing small circles. "tell me about your day," he murmurs, voice low, rough from fatigue but filled with something else—a quiet sort of craving. he watches you as you speak, drinking in your presence more than thedrink in his hand. every now and then, he hums in response, fingers tightening ever so slightly on your waist when you shift.

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tinking about a smau serie in the same universe as absurdism but with okkotsu yuta and toge inumaki idk lmk

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15: he’s so cute i wanna throw a rock at him

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filler chapter again. next one is gonna be eventful!

also

i think i’ll make like four other chapters maximum!

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"youd do numbers on tumblr" girl i am on tumblr and the numbers? 4

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googling master degree programs that are true and beautiful and master degrees that are a vibe

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the first time sukuna ryomen hears 212 by azealia banks it’s through the walls of his room that he shares directly with your bathroom. your voice sounds muffled over the loud bass base that is pounding a hole in his head while he’s trying to focus on his pc. he’s trying to write a paper for college and it’s almost impossible with all the noise you have been making. you weren’t a bad neighbor overall - i mean, he has never seen you in person - but the music you would blast while showering was absolutely insufferable to him. you always kept quiet, day and night, never run around or moved furniture. sukuna has been living there for well over a month and everything was going well, apart from the fact that you loved singing in the shower. it was okay the first times, really, but lately the songs kept getting louder and louder. and it was all annoying, girly club music. the one he couldn’t really stomach.

so when he hears the first notes of yet another kim petras’ song he gets up from his chair and bolts out the apartment, ringing at your doorbell. it takes a while for the volume to be turned down, and ever more for you to reach the door. when you crack it slightly open, you see a tall, tattooed, attractive, muscular man looking down at you with pure hatred in his eyes. your brain goes blank and you let the door slip from your hands, opening fully only to reveal your towel-covered body and damp hair. his eyes widen, but never leave your frame or seem to be less angry. “hi?” you say, confused.

“hi.” his voice is deep, his sentences short and cutting “would you mind turning the damn music down?”

“oh” you frown, looking at him from head to toe. you notice how he’s wearing grey sweat pants and a black sabbath’s t-shirt that looks like it has seen better days. his hair is all over the place. a smirk makes its way to your face. “yeah, i would actually mind. i was kinda in the middle of something…” you gesture back to the direction in which the music is still coming from and your towel falls slightly lower.

the stranger’s eyes follow your hands as you pull it up again, rolling them afterwards. “i’m trying to work here.” he gestures (mocking you) at his front door, right next to yours.

“okay?” you purse your lips. “i don’t think that’s any of my business really. i’m just playing some good music.”

“good?” his eyebrows furrow. “you don’t even know what good music is.”

you roll your eyes. “okay, stranger. go ahead and insult me right in my house.” you chuckle ironically, meanwhile ayesha erotica starts playing in the background. “oooh, i love this song!” you squeal, and his eyes dart quickly between the direction in which the music is coming from and your body. your frame hugged by that towel is making him rethink being mad at you.

before he can say anything else, you smile forcefully. “gotta go back in there. byeeee!” and you close the door right in front of his face.

he stands there for a while, eyes widened and twitching. how can you be so hot and yet so annoying? he starts asking himself while walking back to his room. he sits back in his chair and as soon as he decides to surrender for the day and give up on his work, the music finally stops. sighting in relief, he opens his laptop again, still thinking about you and how that little towel wasn’t even covering all that much.

you definitely will be a problem, he thinks, taking a deep breath finally in silence.

or so he thinks, because not even a second later the first notes of paranoid from black sabbath start playing at full volume on your speaker. he laughs with himself. “she’s funny” he mumbles, shaking his head, secretly hoping to bump in you again soon.

sorry guys just had a shower and thought aboyt this. also i love music bye <3 hope you get all my songs references i’m sorry

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inbox me for requests on anything btw i’m interested in prompts for future works :)

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14: you wish

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i needed a villain. in the makings of a villain. there will be a villain.

i’m so done i cannot make them flirt it’s crazy i have zero chemistry with myself

nobara kugisaki is THAT girl i’m sorry

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idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

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13: 500 packs of beef ramen

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another party bc i have an idea guys

also i can’t write like flirty stuff it’s so bad i’m sorry

also the ramen story was inspired by my friend so like true story guys he’s just a boy fr

hope you enjoy!

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i have this theory that nanami kento loves like a hozier song

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I am so confused about your last anon help😭😭

ME TOO ! i’m always confused about stuff but that weirded me out a little bit ngl 😭