#hvneysuvkle

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Under the cut is #001 graphic for @hvneysuvkle​.  Included is an indie promo graphic. If these do not belong to you then please do not take them! If you’d like any changes please let me know

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{ @hvneysuvkle​​​​ x }

"Uh....” Max was a little bit hesitant at the other asking to invite themselves over. It seemed innocent, but she wasn’t exactly sure if it would be a good idea as she lived with really eccentric parents not too far away from campus. She loved them, don’t get her wrong, but because they still had this ‘70s hippy’ mentality to them, Max was a bit afraid that they could scare away her friend. Though the idea seemed fun, so could it really be fine? It was just a risk that Max was willing to take, and hopefully it would be okay. “Uh, you know what? Sure you can come over. I’d like that, actually.” Plus, Clove was right, it was better than being in a frat’s dingy basement that probably had mold, and most people were making out. Usually partying was her thing, but she didn’t feel like it this time. It got her a bit jealous not to have a significant other, but it’s not like it bothered her enough to make a fool out of herself and try. She didn’t really know where she stood on her sexuality, so there wasn’t much of an effort made, except that one time that indeed, Max does remember. The girl just never brought it up. And  Max Nichols was pretty content with succeeding in her program, making videos, and working-- oh, and keeping Clove as a friend, that was important too. Opening the door to the building, she let the other go in first before following close by her side and down the hall towards their lockers. “What do you like on your pizza?” 

[mistletoc]

closed starter for @hvneysuvkle  /  ok i was thinking a plot where it’s first week of college. and our muses went to the same high school ( mine had a crush on yours, requited or not idc ) and they find out their dorm rooms are next to each other’s. it can go a million different ways.

     wesley turned to shove his key in his door, locking up his new dorm room now that he was finally settled. he figured it would be a good idea to check out more of campus, and he heard there were events going on for freshmen. he was ready for a fresh start -- something completely new, where he could be anyone he wanted to be. you could reinvent yourself in college  (  or at least, that’s what he’d been told. )  and for once, he felt like he actually could be himself, and social, and not the dork he was in high school. as far as wes knew, no one from high school was going to the same college as him. but just as he was about to walk away, the door next to him opened, and a familiar face stepped out. ❝ oh! ❞  he jumped, turning to face them. ❝ hey -- ❞  wes spoke, greeting the crush he’d had for the last two years. 

[inexorcble]

@hvneysuvkle​

“I could only get you out. They got in and you were knocked out so I grabbed you and got to the car but I couldn’t get anyone else. The fire spread so quickly.” David sat in the bed of the pickup with his hands in his lap. He didn’t have the energy to move. He thought that having lived so far into the apocalypse would give him a pass from getting his heart broken. But it never worked out that way. Again and again he got close to people and cared for them and then they got ripped away. 

David rubbed his mouth and glanced at her. “I got you in the car and drove us as far as we could till we ran out of gas. There’s nothing around.” He looked back down at his lap and shrugged. “I think we’re a couple miles from another town but I don’t know. The truck has basic supplies so we’re ok for a few days. But uh, I don’t know.” He’d only been able to save her but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hear the screaming that was still echoing in his head. 

[lvciddreamt]

@hvneysuvkle​

morgan knew that julian was at his college (just through the grapevine, not like he’d spent hours stalking him on social media or anything) but he hadn’t been expecting to see him at the party the previous night. even though he knew he wasn’t still a skinny, awkward teenager, he felt like one as soon as he saw the other man, and not totally in a good way. still, his stomach had done the oh-so-familiar gymnastics when jules had approached him, and before he knew it he was inviting him over to “catch up.” back when they were in school, that would’ve been just an excuse, but morgan was actually seeing someone now. his first boyfriend, or at least the first one who actually cared enough to make things official (no bitterness there at all, nope). 

he’d thought about cooking a meal, but decided it was too much, not only too much hassle but also too…intimate, somehow. not that he and jules had ever had trouble being intimate. probably the opposite, actually. in the end, he’d opted for pizza from a place not far from the apartment he shared with some of his bandmates, who would likely be out most of the night, as it was a saturday and they didn’t have a gig. morgan waited anxiously for the buzzer to ring, struggling not to chew his nails and instead pacing around and checking his reflection over and over. when he finally heard the buzzer, he let out a tiny little squeak of anxiety and glanced fleetingly in the mirror one final time before rushing to answer the door. “hey. come on in, the pizza should be here soon. you’re cool with pepperoni, right?” 

[inexorcble]

👀

drabble of the first time my muse saw yours

Blake didn’t know why she was at that party. Her friends had dragged her along to a glorified frat party and were only keeping her there by giving her ample amounts of alcohol. Her face was sour and her disposition was not much better. She hated parties. It was too loud and people smelled and it was unpleasant. Cold gaze roamed over the crowd before pausing on one guy. He had a smirk on his lips and he was amused by something. Well, at least he seemed different than every other cookie-cutter human in there. He was certainly handsome and she felt the odd desire to find out what color his eyes were. Absolutely bizarre. Nevertheless, Blake saw a shape that very much looked like a joint in his hand and that was all the motivation she needed. Tossing back the rest of the alcohol in the cheap solo cup, Blake strode over to stand in front of the taler male. “Can I have a hit?” She asked without wasting any time on unimportant introductions. 

[summcrtimesadness]

closed started for @hvneysuvkle​

As quickly as they fell into routine, with Scarlet bossing him around, telling him she didn’t need him there, or whatever else she wanted to say to him, it changed just as quickly. They were on the couch, her legs across his lap and a blanket loosely around their shoulders as they watched the latest episode of whatever show she wanted to make him watch. There was a silent lull, and they were comfortable with each other, and he couldn’t help the little side glanced he’d slip in her direction, barely believing that she was allowing him that close. 

As the end credits for the episode ran, he turned to her and felt a sense to blurt the weight that resided heavily on his chest. “Prove it,” he said, and just like that, the mood had changed. “Prove you have no feelings for me,” he repeated. “And I won’t ever ask again.” 

[scrvitude]

truly, leave it to vera to not properly check a room when she walks in. she had simply assumed that the room was empty, though that was far from the truth. without seeing anyone, she’s unbuttoning down the front of the black dress before she’s slipping it off of her frame to show her matching black bra and panties.  //  @hvneysuvkle