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        the soft hum of a stereo sounded, shuffling of feet and finally the soft strum of a guitar. a happy smile was planted onto your face as you recognized the tune of 'love story' beginning to play. this was absolutely one of your favorite songs from taylor swift - even though you weren't a huge fan of her more recent songs.. - you just loved this one to pieces. you had no clue why you did.         anyways, here you were standing in your room, when finally the vocals came in. you were still before you slowly began to sway around to the tune. your eyes closed in bliss and soon en

TRIGGER WARNING: #swearing #slightooc -------------------------------------------------------- He was irritated; much more irritated than how he usually is. He laid on the couch in the living room trying to take his mind off of what was irritating him by watching his favourite rom-coms while hugging the pillow his moirail gave him. However, he couldn't keep himself focused on the movie in front of him. He looked out the window, seeing the dark grey clouds setting up outside. He sat up and let out a deep sigh. He ran a frustrated hand through his shaggy, ebony hair, making sure not to touch his nubby horns that sat on his head. "I have to fi

     {Karkat X Reader}     A loud, screeching beep woke (Name), literally making her jump out of her bed so fast that her mind spun. She raced out of her apartment, dressed only in a baggy t-shirt. Other people living in the apartment building were standing out on their balconies and beside their doors in attempts to locate the source of the sound.     "Attention everyone!" Multiple bodies turned to stare at the new person. "We're very sorry for disturbing you tonight. It seems that our alarm system had a slight malfunction. Once again, we're very sorry. Please have a good night." The manager left, leaving the confused group to themselves

Petrichor (n.) a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather. A gentle sigh escapes your pink lips. Hands resting on your keyboard, you searched your mind for ideas on what to write. Writer's block. You looked over to the window of your room, rain coming down hard and thunder echoing in the distance. And as your laptop seared your bare thighs, your boyfriend lay on your shins, facing you with eyes closed and a pillow under his head. You shut your laptop lightly, trying not to disrupt his easy breathing. Slowly, you reached across your computer, planting your hand on his black locks gen