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by the end of the day, it’s just me, my bed, and tumblr

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How do you put the previous post on your stories?

Love Roadside Rhapsody by the way ✌️

Hiii!!

Thank you for the love 🥰💕

When I make the new post, I go to the previous post in another tab and get the link, then I add it to the new post before it gets published!

Then I edit the previous post and link the new post on there, and then I update the master list :)

Gotta go in and update the master list to include 4 😭bc I forgot :))

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'It All Belongs To Me' is so Ineffable wives.

You can't convince me otherwise.

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ABOUT ME! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Basic Info - Kristopher, 18, He/Him, Libra, Has PICA and loves coffee.

Interest - 80's music, Metal, Rock, Writing, Horror, Romance, Art, French, True Crime, Musicals, Roller Skating.

Fandoms - Underworld, Danganronpa, Good Omens, Creepypasta, DC, Gotham.

Stories -

<<CURRENTLY PLAYING>>

KISS GOODNIGHT BY IDKHBTFM

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Moist chocolate cake (x)

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Going to write a fic but I can't decide about who so...

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*explodes*

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Magnets

Hallo x Cyrus (OC story, Prologue)

"Hey..wanna know something?"

"Sure" I respond while looking at the flowers straight ahead

"We're like magnets ya' know, two opposites that attract" A small laugh that follows his statement, he looks up at me with a twinkle in his eyes that warms my cold heart.

"Yeah, I guess we are like magnets, huh?"

Love was a thing I never understood.

I thought it was lies people say to each other but that changes with him, laying on my lap. All my life I was searching for a home, moving from foster house to another but I've realized home isn't a place. He is my home. My final destination. The sun to my moon. The reason my soul keeps a light. My lover. I can't help but to only look down at him in my lap and wonder 'How the hell did we get here?'.

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Bro I have the worst writers block rn 😭

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Just saying

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Workplace Weirdo

Warning; Fluff

You Have Been Warned

Click, Clack, Click

Made the sound of your shoes as you walked through the halls of Gotham's Police Department.

Rumor has it that working in the GCPD wasn't easy and it was quite the work load given Gotham's extremely high crime rate but you transfered to there anyhow.

It was your first day on the job as the new detective in town and you felt a mix of confidence and anxiety.

The mistakes you could make running through your mind, trying to ignore the tightening felling in your chest.

Your eyes glanced at the busy officers and of course the one's who don't care at all.

The dark and dampness of the building made your bad feeling worse, mixed with unfamiliar sounds.

Bearly any sun shined out of the windows and the celling lights flicker and blink aggressively, giving you a headache.

After a while of looking for you office, you finally found it, it's as you expected, sad looking.

You move to place your box with the things you own, accidentally bumping into someone.

The box drops from your hands.

"Oh-oh my, I am so sorry, I didn't mean too."

The man in front of you apologized profusely, fiddling with his hands.

Strands of his hair falls on to his face, picking up the light box and handing to back to you, You thank him.

You put down the piece of cardboard on a table, wipe off your clothes that somehow got dust on them.

He shyly picks up his glasses from the ground, putting them on.

"I wasn't really paying attention-" You cut him off.

"It's fine, don't worry about it." Your hands get a hold of his glasses frames, fixing them on his face.

"That's much better" you say with a smile.

Little did you know this would be the start of a long lasting friendship, and maybe something more.

After you settled in, the days that go by had only been stressful mornings and exhausted nights, but at least you had one person to brighten the dullness, even by a little, or in this case, a lot, given the fact that you found an envelope addressed to you paired with a red rose on your desk.

When you open the envelope, you find a letter with the words

"I am available in thousands of colors. Each color symbolizes different aspects of love. I am used to celebrate new beginnings and express heartfelt goodbyes. What am I?"

The green of the writing contrasting with the plain white of the background, You smile while reading it, glancing at the rose...

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All About YOU

Joe Goldberg x Reader

Warning ;

Stalking, Obsession, Unsettling descriptions

You have been warned

...Hello YOU

As you enter the bookstore. My eyes gleem with interest, Who are YOU?, Where have YOU been?, Who will YOU read?, What is YOUR story?

Polaroid camera in your hands, wearing a black casual long sleeve shirt on such a rainy day. Umbrella in hand, explains why your not wet. You mumble something to yourself as you stumble across the wooden floors of 'Mooney's'.

I can already imagine my hands on you, sinking my fingertips into your soft delicate skin. Feeling every inch of you , i wonder if you would like that.

You walk with confidence, you like a little attention. Ok I'll bite.

You have this aura, some kind of magnetic force that makes me want to know everything about you, What makes YOU so special? What will make YOU the one?

You look at the bookshelves and land on Horror, that's new

In this small shop people only get the books by celebrity's but you, your different. You don't care about 'Fitting in', I like that about you

Your eyes, they tell stories. It's like I could look at them forever and that's when you walk closer and say your first words to me, something I will never forget

"Hi, do you uhh work here?" You ask softly almost seeming embarrassed to ask...

"Guilty" I respond, God your voice it's so seductive and your not even trying. Imagine if YOU were trying! Just the thought of it has my pants tight.

"Great! I'm for a book, but I can't decide so what would you recommend?"

I hand you one of my favorite books from the genre. Having to hold back a smile when I can see that twinkle in your of how intrigued you are reading the description at the back of the book.

"You know, I might actually get this. It's this type of creepy but interesting I can describe. Thank you"

You smile at me, a smile that can light up a dark room in the middle of the night.

We bond over books and chat, completely forgetting about why you were here. Why I was able to me YOU.

But our time was cut short when I get called over to the counter but before you were next in line.

"Ok, I'm going for it. This better live up to the expectations you set for me"

I chuckle at your statement while you  put the book on the table to cash

"Trust me you won't be disappointed"

You hand me the amount and look down at my name tag on my apron

"Joe?"

"Ah yeah, Joe Goldberg but everyone just calls me Joe and you are?" I ask expecting a name but you surprised me

"Call me what ever you like Joe" You pick up the bag I put the payed book in and left.

You smile at me, laughed at my jokes, I want to say you were being nice but I could tell you were flirting with me

I look down at the floor, watching your steps as you leave.

That's when I see my first clue, I wasn't your number or your name but it was a polaroid picture of you.

I knew YOU did this on purpose, it was no accident.

YOU wanted for me to find you, to make YOU mine.

But at the end of the day, people are the all the same but the question is, are YOU?

...Love

Love is finding the one, but sometimes it doesn't work out

I had an ex once. She really did break me in ways that took forever to fix because at first I didn't see the signs but with you, your different.

Love is confusing and that's why I need to know if we are meant to be.

I had to figure out a way to know YOU the real YOU inside and out.

That small photo was my place to start, not a lot of people like you.

Most of your accounts never showed your face, smart. Just one of the many things to love about you but even if the info was short I knew almost everything about you.

Your interest, your past, everything but your actual god damn name! Only your username, It's fusstrating.

And the last thing I found is were you live. It's a small apartment, blinds open you look tired....why is that?

I'll probably ask when we get to know each other better in the future.

Is there more to YOU than what's on the surface? I'll find out, I'll be watching and one day I will have YOU....

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