#lmk if u like it 🤪

[trivialoveclub]

hiii 🫶🏼 i was tagged by 💫 @te1epathy 💫 and 🧚‍♀️ @tr1vialove 🧚‍♀️ to post 10 songs you like that have names in them! 💜

💿 jasmine : DPR LIVE "you know i'm no criminal / but i could take your heart and go"

💿 BONNIE : ALI "cuz you made me feel alive / wanted to stay / wanted to stand right next to you"

💿 lilies for lily : the technicolors "i've got some lilies for my lily"

💿 go to sleep kimberly : superet "do you think i look all right? yeah, the bloodshot brings out the blue in your eyes"

💿 arabella : arctic monkeys "she's made of outer space / and her lips are like the galaxy's edge / and her kiss the color of a constellation fallin' into place"

💿 ruby : woozi "baby girl, you're making me a beautiful jewel / every time i look at you, i keep turning red"

💿 judas : lady gaga "i've learned love is like a brick, you can build a house or sink a dead body"

💿 simon says : NCT 127 "simon says we're a real vibe killer"

💿 FUCK YOU HEATHER : boyish "now i don't even know you, lost your name in a shit storm i caused"

💿 lydia : highly suspect "i've seen your best and worst / and at your worst, you're still the best / but at my best, i am the worst"

tagging these lovelies 💌 @oldestar @7lesbian @shelikesperfume @m8nstruck @devotionfm

[muli-wam]

This moment Could Last Forever

summary: you and Gojo have been best friends since high school, but its only now, over ten years later, that you two realize your feelings for eachother.

Cw: reader has social anxiety, smut, fingerings, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy🤪), language, lmk if I missed anything PLEASE

word count: 3.7k

A/n: MY FIRST FIC WAS A FLOP BUT I WAS JUST TESTING THE WATERS OKAY? Anyway.... this was rlly spontaneous, lmk if I flopped again 🤧

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"Don't move, cutie. You're only making this harder for yourself y'know," he whispers against your ear.

"S-satoru, please… have mercy," you plead, whimpering and squirming, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Not until I hear you say it…" you feel him smirk against your neck, his hot breath fanning you whilst sending shivers down your spine.

"F-fine. I give up. You win, now let go of me!" You grunt while kicking him off of you while huffing.

Satoru chuckles while sitting back on the edge of the bed. "Looks like I won. Again," he sing songs while throwing you an evil smirk.

You pout before standing back up on the bed. "C'mon. Fight me again," you get into your defensive stance with a pillow ready to swing at any moment.

You challenged your best friend Satoru to a fight since you were sick of his cocky ass always claiming he's "the best" and that "no one could beat him".

You decided then and there that you would prove him wrong. After the first round, you claimed he got lucky. That you were just testing him to see what he would do.

By the time the second round finished, you ended up on the floor, aka the death zone. If any of you two touched the floor, you were out. You didn't lose hope though and decided to try harder.

The third round ended, you lost. You also lost the fourth, fifth, and sixth round. By that time your hair was flying in all different directions, strands sticking straight up from the friction caused by the pillows.

And now you are here. Totally and utterly defeated.

"No, I'm not fighting you again. You're gonna end up in the exact same place like all the other times. You're not gonna win," Satoru stands up from the bed and walks over to your desk to drink out of his bottle of water.

Your eyes trail from his hair to his lips that were slightly puckering to take a sip, droplets of water sliding down the column of his throat. You become entranced by the way his Adam's apple bobs every time he swallows,  that you didn't even notice him calling your name.

"Hey, are you still with me?" Satoru asks while waving his hand in front of you.

"O-oh yeah. Sorry, what were you saying?" You fix your eyes on him, your cheeks heating up and you let out an audible gulp while pushing the hair from your face.

He smirks slightly from your flushed look before continuing, "I was asking if you wanted to hang out at the park. Maybe get some ice cream, I dunno, I'm just bored." He huffs.

"U-uh yeah sure let's- let's go."

You try to tame your hair as much as you could in the mirror before getting your shoes on and following satoru to the car.

You watched satoru walk, taking  confident strides to his expensive car, and opening the passenger door for you. You notice the way his sunglasses sit on the bridge of his nose, how the sleeves of his t-shirt stretched tightly around his bulging biceps.

You drooled at his hands, your eyes following the veins that traced their way down his forearm to his fingers.

As he's pulling out of the parking lot to your apartment you notice the way he lifts his hand to sit at the back of your headrest while he's reversing, giving you a better view of his arms.

Why are you thinking like this all of a sudden? You think to yourself while looking out the window, watching the trees and building speed by.

You've never felt this way about your best friend but for some reason you're noticing his features more than you already do. I mean yeah, you've seen him but you haven't really seen him.

Anyone with eyes can see that he is incredibly attractive but you've never looked at him that way because, well, he's your best friend.

You think back to your previous predicament on the bed. He had you laid on your stomach while he rested on top of you with his bicep wrapped around your neck, not too tight, obviously, but tight enough have you struggling.

You were so caught up in trying to beat him that you didn't seem to realize how suggestive your guys' position would look to anyone who were to walk in.

You think back to the way he sensually whispered into your ear, it made you feel tingles just thinking about it. How his bulge was seated right on your ass, with one leg between yours. Your heat was pressed right against his upper thigh and you're able to recall the feeling of his hair tickling the back of your neck.

You turn your attention to Satoru, his fingers thrumming against the steering wheel to the tune of the song that's playing on the radio.

You seemed to be so caught up in your erotic thoughts that you didn't realize you two had arrived at your destination: The ice cream shop.

The same ice cream shop that you, Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Nanami and Haibara used to go to every day after training back when you all were first years.

It's been years now though. You six have all changed. Most for the better, and one for worse. But that's a subject that you were least concerned about at the moment. Not when Satoru was smiling brightly at you, always so charming.

"You ready!?" He exclaimed before unbuckling his seat belt and hopping out of the car, jogging over to your side to open your door for you. Such a gentleman, you think to yourself. Or so you thought you thought to yourself.

"I know right? M'so considerate, huh?" He closes the door behind you while walking ahead of you, swinging his arms dramatically and holding his head a little too high. Satoru seemed to get a huge ego boost from your previous statement.

You groan, "You should maybe stand up normally, y'know. You might fall back and bust your head from how big it is."

Satoru turns back and lets out a dramatic gasp while looking at you with wide eyes over his glasses.

"Take that back," he says in mock offense.

"Nope," you say while skipping past him to the window to order your ice cream.

You glance back to see Satoru sulking and dragging his feet as he walks up to you. He stands beside you and hunches down to lean his head on your shoulder.

You order [your favorite ice cream] before nudging Gojo, "y'gonna order?"

"I can't," he cries.

"I've been wounded," he stands straight while clutching his heart, peaking one eye open to see if you're paying attention.

You look at him, and then to the worker, and then back at him. At this point you might as well faint because your social anxiety is through the roof and Satoru is not making it any better.

"Satoru just- ohmygosh, can I also get cherry amaretto ice cream with whipped cream and extra sprinkles please?" You say to the worker who looks sick of their job already. Satoru beams at you for getting his ice cream order perfectly and it seems his mood is up again after his ego had been bruised from the big head joke.

You paid for the ice cream using your Satoru's card, and you two made your way over to a park bench to eat your cold treat.

"Is it true?" Satoru asks, sounding serious.

"Is what true, Satoru?" You say with a mouth full of ice cream.

"Is my head really that big?" He whines while looking at you straight in the eyes.

You're slightly taken aback by his shift in demeanor again. Also by the fact that he was so affected by your joke.

"No, Satoru. You know I was just joking," you pause before continuing.

"Did that really affect you? I'm sorry if it was too much I-" you start to ramble before Satoru cuts you off.

"No, I just wanted to see if you cared. HAH you were actually scared for a second huh?" Satoru throws his head back while laughing.

"I already know my beautiful head is not big. You're just intimidated by my beauty," Satoru sighs while showing off his features.

You drool at his defined jawline before coming back to your senses and poke the middle of his forehead, causing him to almost fall back with a yelp.

"Yeah, yeah in your dreams, bighead." You chuckle before continuing to eat your ice cream.

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"I'm woRking latEee, cause I'm a sinGerrr," Satoru sings while dancing around the living room, holding a fake microphone .

"You're not Sabrina Carpenter," you laugh at him dancing around, jumping off the couches.

"Uh, girl I know you're not talking. I hear you in the shower. It is nawt pretty." Satoru says with an attitude.

You roll your eyes, "I don't even sound bad," your face heats up slightly.

"Mhm, yeah keep telling yourself that," He smiles sarcastically before plopping himself next to you on the couch. You lean your head on his shoulder, watching him scroll through Instagram before getting bored.

You look up at him from your position and study his features. His milky white hair that sits perfectly no matter how much you try messing it up. His piercing blue eyes that reflect the glow of his phone, which in turn makes them shine brighter.

You trail your eyes down to his nose and notice the slight ridges and the way it curves. You go down to his soft pink lips that were slightly parted, shiny from the sheen of spit covering them due to him licking them.

"I feel you staring," he mumbles, eyes still locked on his phone.

"I- sorry…" you scoot slightly away due to embarrassment.

"Didn't say I didn't like it…" He locks his phone before turning his gaze toward you.

"Of course you liked it," you would have said, but for some reason your snarky remark got caught in your throat.

You stared wide eyed at him while he leaned his head back on the couch, still looking at you.

"C'mere" he nods to you, patting his lap.

"I- uh-" you curse your brain and mouth for not letting you speak. You look at him and his lap, not knowing what to do. Your body seems to move by itself as you plant yourself on his lap, steadying yourself by holding his shoulders.

The tension in the room was palpable. You could feel Satoru piercing gaze on you, making a tingling feeling bubble in your core.

"Don't think I haven't noticed your stares. I mean c'mon I have six eyes." He smirks at you while putting his finger on your chin to turn your nervous gaze towards him.

"I-i don't know what you're talking about," you stutter, eyes looking anywhere but him. How did he get you flustered so easily? You felt like you were burning all over, the feeling of guilt and arousal washing over you.

"Now don't lie to me, pretty," he started.

"I mean I can't say I haven't felt the same way you have been feeling as well,"

Your eyes widen at his statement. What? So the feelings are mutual? So you're not alone when you feel more than "just friends" with Satoru?

I mean throughout your guys' entire friendship it was never "bestfriends" with him. You both sat between friends and lovers but never went beyond that.

It seems you are just realizing your feelings now though. You never paid attention to the way Satoru’s looks made your stomach get all fuzzy or the way you would blush when Shoko teased you about having a crush on him.

You always brushed it off. Only viewing him as your best friend.

Satoru trailed his hands up and down your waist, pulling you closer to him. He trailed his hands up, up to your face, his fingers burning your skin in its wake.

He cups your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek while you rest your arms behind his neck. His touch drives you mad and makes you dizzy.

"Is this okay?" He whispered gently, afraid that if he spoke any louder it would ruin this long awaited moment for him.

You nod your head while running your fingers through his soft undercut. Satoru leans in closer to you, his hot breath fanning your face as his lips meet yours in a searing hot kiss. His hands roam your body, groping your thighs, back and waist while you pull and tug at his hair, both kissing with passion.

His lips feel like a cool summer day, wind blowing in your hair, with the sun shining on your face. Euphoria seeping its way into your very bones. Fireworks and sparks going off in your brain, like this moment could last forever.

Your fingers thread through his locks, pulling him even closer. You lift yourself up using your knees to close whatever distance was left between the two of you.

Satoru cradles your head in his hands, detaching himself from your lips to try and catch his breath. He rests his forehead against yours and looks at you with eyes pooling with lust and desire.

"I need you," Satoru whispers breathlessly.

"Then take me," you sigh.

"Take me. I'm yours." Satoru doesn't hesitate to crash his hips on yours for a second time, this time more feverishly, his tongue exploring every crack and crevice of your mouth.

You moan into the kiss, swallowing satoru’s grunts and groans as he squeezes your chest, trailing his hands under your shirt to feel your bare tits against his palms. He fondles and gropes you while laying you down under him on the couch, all while continuing to kiss you.

"Y'sure you want this?" he groans against your lips.

You nod frantically, pulling and grabbing at his slutty compression shirt, trying to take it off him.

"If I do this- if we do this…" Satoru starts.

"Then you belong to me." He gasps as you palm his election through his pants.

"Got that?" He grabs hold of your hands and holds them above your head. You nod while babbling, already drunk on him and you two barely even did anything.

"Mhm, m'all yours Satoru. Forever,"

He lets out a throaty groan before continuing his assault on your lips, trailing his way to the column of your throat, leaving hickies in his wake.

Satoru breathes out a satisfied sound when he pulls your shirt over your head, admiring your tits while cupping them in his hands.

"So beautiful," he whispers to himself before diving down to suck and bite at your nipples. He trails his lips down to your heat, pulling your pants and panties off at the same time.

He lets out another throaty groan before diving into your wet cunt, teasing the outsides of your folds with his tongue while licking and sucking up your sweet nectar like it's his last meal.

"Sa-satoru please…." you moan, trying to grind your hips up on his face.

"What do you want, baby? Hm?" He says while still nose deep in your cunt.

"M-my, my- fuck!" You cry out in frustration as you feel Satoru purposely avoiding your clit. Your body feels on fire, like it's crying out, begging for release.

"Your what, baby? What do you need?" Satoru smirks against your pussy, still keeping up his teasing on your puffy lips.

"Fuck S'toru my clit! Please just," you don't finish as you firmly grip his scalp while guiding his head to your bundle of nerves, grinding your cunt on his face.

You sigh in relief, the feeling of your high already creeping.

"Yes, baby yes, grind on m'face. Make yourself feel good," he groans against your cunt, sticking his tongue into your tight cunt as far as it would go.

He brings one hand up to your clit, rubbing tight circles while alternating between licking up your juices and sucking your clit.

You cry out in pleasure as you feel yourself get closer, your moans getting louder and breaths getting heavier.

The sound of your wet cunt was masking Satoru’s desperate moans. You were so caught up in your own pleasure that you were barely able to acknowledge the couch shaking from Satoru’s needy ruts against the cushion.

"Y'gonna cum, baby? Y'gonna cum all over my face?" Satoru detaches his face from you, using one hand to rub your clit and another to finger your hole. He pumps his large digits faster, bringing you to the brink of release.

"F-fuuuckk Satoru- Mmmhmmm I'm gonna cum," your body slightly shakes as you feel yourself teetering off the edge, pleasure wracking itself throughout your entire body.

Satoru encourages you as you get closer, lifting himself up to your face while working your pussy on his fingers.

"Fuck m'cumming, m'cumming, I'm gonna CU-" your voice echos throughout the entire room as you grip anywhere you can reach, clawing at the armrest of the couch and satorus hair.

Your vision goes white as you cum, your brain turns into mush by the intensity of it all. You convulse and clench around Satoru’s fingers as he kisses your neck while whispering praises in your ear.

"Yessss, good girl. Did so good f'me," satoru whispers against your neck.

you slowly come down from your high before looking Satoru in the eyes.

"That was good," he gives you a lopsided smile.

"Can I fuck you now?" He says bluntly as you shy away from his gaze.

"Y-yeah," you stutter slightly but still ready for whatever he had in store for you two.

"Good, becuase I wanna fuck you so bad," he says in a needy tone.

Satoru unties the drawstring of his sweats before pulling them and his boxers down his thick thighs.

He groans as his cock springs out and you look at it with wide eyes. It was huge.

It was long, and girthy with heavy, swollen balls hanging below. A thick white happy trail led to the base, framing his cock.

He brought his hand to cup under your chin, "spit." He commanded.

You balled up a glob of spit in your mouth before letting it slowly drool down into his hand.

Satoru lets out a silent groan as you drool into his palm before bringing his hand down to pump his cock, using your spit to lubricate it.

"Ready?" He asks before lining his cock up to your entrance, dragging it up and down your cunt.

"Please fuck me, Satoru," you whine.

He slowly pushes himself in, inch, by inch, pulling back slightly before pushing in even further.

You two moan in unison from the feel of each other.

"F-fuck baby. Y'feel so good, oh my FUcking good," Satoru moans while giving you a sharp thrust, causing him to bottom out.

"Mhmm, Satoru, y'so deep," you say as you bring your legs up to wrap around his waist. It feels like he's in your throat from how deeply seated he was.

You feel his balls press up against your ass, satoru kisses and licke up your neck, panting heavily.

"M'gonna move now, okay?" He lets out a wobbly breath before drawing his hips back and quickly thrusting to the hilt again. He continues that pattern, getting faster and faster each thrust, causing your whimpers and moans to get louder.

Satoru whines against your neck, a sheen of sweat building on his forehead.

He lets out a broken "Fuck" before pistoning his hips into yours.

You moan in pleasure as you feel him bring his hand down to rub at your clit.

"Oh my gosh Satoru, yes," you say breathlessly, bringing your hands up to weave through his hair while crashing his lips against yours.

He continues hammering his hips into yours, his sensitive balls slapping against your thighs.

"That feel good? Huh? You like when I fuck you like this?" He breaths against your lips while moaning from your cunt clenching around his dick.

You not Dumbly as he continues babbling, "yeaaaah, bet you dreamed about this, huh? Bet you-fuck-bet you thought about how my cock would feel inside your tight cunt- FUCK," He pistons his hips faster, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second as his high was rapidly approaching.

"I know I dreamed about, fuck, about this… fucked my hand every night to the thought of you riding me, yessss, m'bouta cum," Satoru runs his hands all over your body, whispering hotly in your ear.

You seemed to be getting off on his words because you let out a pornographic moan as you felt your high approach even faster. "S-satoru I'm gonna cum," you cry out in pure bliss as you clench around his cock tighter, scratching and grabbing at his back.

"Cum for me, baby, come for me, fuck iloveyousomuch," Satoru whispers while fucking into you faster, rougher, wrapping both arms around you as he fucked his cock into you harder.

"Yes I'm cumming, yes I'm cumming, yes, yes, yes- AH," you scream as you orgasm washes throughout your entire being, hitting you like a ton of bricks as Satoru cums at the same time as you.

"FUUuhhhk, my girl, my- my life, mmmmmm  I love you," He moans while fucking you both through your highs.

You hold the trembling man in your arms, kissing and nipping at his neck while whispering 'I love you's' in his ear.

You both catch your breath, as he strokes and caresses your body, you doing the same to him.

You both were too tired of exhaustion, decided to speak on your feelings in the morning when you both were fully aware. The only words heard from you both was an "I love you," as you fell asleep in eachothers arms, both of your hearts pressed against each other while beating at the same time.

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[simp4konig]

"Can't sleep?" König x Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: 3704

Having flashbacks about the battlefield and unable to fall asleep after an exceptionally draining mission, you go seek the comfort of your Colonel in the middle of the night.

*Slow burn

*ANGST!!💔... dw it gets wholesome at the end i promise ❤️

*Thanj you to Azzy!! (My No.1 Fan...🥹🫂💘) for this request !!!🙋🏼‍♀️💫💞💞✨Love u too🫶💕,, I kind of 🥺slightly🥺 maube a littke bit🥺🥺🥺went off prompt and König isnt affected by the mission per se BUT i have fulfilled the CUDDLING part!!! ☺️☺️pls dont show up to my fhome with pitchforks and torches im sry it just sorta happened ok😱

Also i rhink i have dementia bc I thought someone else rqsted König comfortinf rreader in a storm???😰😰Turns out nobody did so maybe i hallucinated it or smtj idk🤷🏼‍♀️Anyways I thought to merge these two ideas together so lmk what u think abt this lil (by "lil" i mean WAY too long🤪) drabble🙏💕

*Reader is pining for König

*Events loosely take place in the KönigxKing (as in, reader's call-sign is "King" storyline) mini-series. This serves as a slight backstory for King (reader). Again, this is by no means in any chronological order in relation to the series, so this can also be read as stand-alone! :)

*THANK YOU FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS!!!!!! 🥳🎉🎊✨🎇💖I SWEAR ONE IT LITERALLT FEELS LIKE MID-AUGUST WHEN I HAD LIKE 7 WHERE DID U ALL COME FEOM??????😰😰💘 IT MEANS SO MUCH FOR ME LIKE I CANR STRESS THIS ENOIGH BC IM SO HAPPG U GUYS THINK MEWORTHY ENOIGH OF YOUR PRECIOUS FOLLOW AND WANT TO READ MY WACK WORKS!!!!!!🤧🤧💖💖 LIKE??????? 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹THANK U THABK YOU RHABK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🫶🥰🥰💖💖💖❤️💞💞💕💖💕💕💞

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You couldn't sleep.

It was raining relentlessly outside, the pitter-patter of water droplets hitting your window. Storm clouds boomed loudly outside, and despite the blinds being pulled tightly shut, lightning occasionally flashed through the cracks, elongated shadows of buildings forming on the walls.

Counting down the seconds until you'd hear the rumbling thunder, it would only be a few kilometres away, and you'd shudder at the sound, shivering.

While tossing and turning in bed, you had kicked off your covers and were staring at the ceiling, still wide awake. Normally, a storm like this would be like a lullaby to your ears, yet now it did nothing in helping lull you to sleep.

Even if you wanted to sleep, how could you when those corpses haunted your nightmares?

Laying in bed, your mind replayed the same scenes like a movie reel, the same screams like a broken record:

Lifeless, unblinking eyes with mouths agape and an expression of fear permanently engraved on their pale faces; flies swarming in hordes to harvest the soft tissues of the irises and tongue, eating the human mush; limbs contorted in unnatural positions, arms and legs crushed by the force of detonated mines, bones broken under the weight.

Rumbling roaring of machine guns and the deafening explosions from hand grenades meant that the high-pitched ringing would drown out everybody's yelling, muffle all noise from your surroundings, and you'd only be pulled out of your daze when you'd find yourself stumbling on unstable ground, on bricks and cheap concrete that had all crumbled.

Bodies would drop so fast it'd take at least seconds for you to register whether it had been an enemy or an ally.

You'd pull the trigger, but seeing a bullet go through someone's forehead and the exaggerated shock stamped on their face — a permanent expression in their final seconds remaining forever in death — left you wondering why you would ever sign up willingly to do this.

Disorientated, you'd struggle to pull yourself together, would enter far too many close calls for a soldier to count, and would only get a grip once you saw a familiar face, a reminder that you weren't alone in the warzone.

Even now, the sonorous sound kept echoing in your head, and, if you listened closely, it resembled hundreds of hoarse shouts, so many people screaming at once in collective agony.

You flinched as a bolt of lightning suddenly struck the sky.

Sparing an absentminded glance at your digital alarm clock, your eyes widened slightly at the time: 1:56am.

Damn... you thought. ...it's that late already?

Drills would begin at 7 o'clock, and you had to have woken up at 6 to brush your teeth, get dressed, eat, and mentally prepare yourself for the day, so you kissed a good night's sleep goodbye, and accepted the telling off from your superiors the following morning for under-performing.

...Still, how could you sleep after what you had experienced? What you experienced and would continue experiencing?

Accepting high-pressure missions and a demanding workload once you had enlisted, you thought that your ability to keep calm under pressure and stay composed would mean that you would have been unaffected by the shooting by now, and be taking everything in your stride. Calm, composed, and unaffected, is what you had thought you'd be. Surely you'd be able capable enough to cope with it all?

Yet, you weren't any of those things. Never getting used to the stress that would persist even while on supposedly "low-intensity" extractions. You'd always be on edge, always recoiling at hands that would reach over to tap your back as encouragement or hold your shoulder in reassurance on base.

You believed you could never familiarise yourself with the panic and unpredictability of missions and being hyper-aware of something, anything, everything going wrong, with the adrenaline that would course through your body and take over your senses in times of fight or flight, with the nerves that would keep you on edge hours after landing safely on base.

But, most of all, with the nights you'd lay in bed, unable to fall asleep: nights like these, when every time you closed your eyes, you saw the eyes of dying comrades; when every time you walked along the corridors, imagined yourself diving across the floor and felt shattered shrapnel breaking under your feet; when every time you sat in an empty room, heard ear-piercing blasts and the ricochet of discarded shells just missing your head.

Whereas the other operators seemed to be completed unmoved by any of their deployments and would shrug their shoulders off of the events, the anxiety for you lingered, trauma deep within your soul consuming you whole.

How could you ever get over the fact that you were shooting real people? Losing real soldiers?

...Losing yourself along the way?

All this work took a toll on your psyche, but comparing yourself to the other soldiers made you feel like such a coward, and second-guess ever enlisting in the first place.

...Well, you did so because it had been your only option all things considered, but looking back on it, you thought that maybe it would have been better if you hadn't chosen anything at all.

Accepted the grave nature of your failures in life, the same life that would have had inevitably ended with you pre-maturely in a grave.

After all, you had no job prospects to look forward to, no dreams to strive for, no aspirations to achieve.

Failing your school exams time and time again until you had finally achieved a result that was good enough didn't earn you any security, as you weren't exactly employable with grades you had just barely managed to claw to even pass.

Really, it was hopeless. You were hopeless.

To say your family was disappointed in you would have been an understatement. Out of three children, you were labelled the disappointment child, the underachiever and failure.

Your two siblings worked as a lawyer and an engineer respectively, while you had never even been able to grasp the basics in education, never spoke with your teachers of anything other than the worrying results of your exams, never came home to share a thing with your parents you had accomplished with a smile of pride stretched on your young face like your siblings did.

Never. Because you weren't ever good enough.

At the dinner table, your siblings boasted of promotions and of revolutionary research, of trials and of successes, of their brilliant breakthroughs, as you sat on the side of the table, listening from the sidelines, excluded from all of the grandeur that you couldn't relate to.

Still, it was always better to keep your mouth shut than to make a dent in the conversation, further embarass yourself and prove how lowly you were, than to have so many pairs of pitying eyes talking down on you in patronising tones, of the subtle condolences from your parents and their regret with triumphant smirks and condescending attitude from your siblings.

In a last ditch effort to make your parents proud, you made the decision of joining the military. You were young and impressionable, under the impression that your parents would finally be impressed.

...Of course, they weren't. In fact, your decision made them even more disappointed, shaking their heads sympathetically with strained smiles stretched on their lips.

Maybe that was the reason you couldn't handle the pressure of the military, you thought. You were weak, incompetent. Pathetic.

Although no one told you explicitly or made you feel that way directly, somehow, you always had felt inferior. Somehow, you felt that no matter what you did, how much you did, how well you thought you did, you wouldn't ever come close to the others's level.

That, despite your effort and dedication, you would never be good enough. Would always be inferior no matter what, because you always had been and would always be so.

...Your Colonel never made you feel that way, though, and you never quite understood why.

After all, your interactions were few-far-and-inbetween. It made you wonder what made you feel this way, and what spark ignited the warmth you'd feel when he was around.

Although a man of few words, the words that he did say to you would matter, though. His praise, his acknowledgement, his always being there made you want to keep going and prove your worth to him.

It started off as sporadic encouragement:

Your skin glistening with sweat, an accented voice would say "Gute Arbeit," over your crumpled body on the gym mat.

Offering you a gloved hand, you grasped it gratefully, and he pulled your tired body with ease. "Good job, King."

A lopsided smile from you as you'd wipe the sweat from your forehead and brows after sparring with someone else, limp limbs barely keeping you standing. His eyes were betrayed no emotion under his veil, yet a thin-lipped grin was behind it.

"Thank— you— sir!" You'd manage to breathe out, still panting for breath. "I did— my best, but— I didn't win."

"That does not matter," he'd say, speaking in a tone you couldn't quite recognize. "Very good job. Keep it going. Soon, you'll be able to pin even me down."

You'd laugh weakly at his words, yet would immediately feel a surge of motivation to keep working hard, and would train up to the point of exhaustion behind closed doors. Thinking you'd be alone, you'd punch a dufflebag with grunts of effort, missing the tall silhouette observing you with crossed arms in the corner, satisfied.

Then, those became casual greetings;

"Guten Morgen, soldier. Nice day, ja?"

Turning around, you'd see your Colonel walking towards you, frame visible even from a distance.

You smile broadly, eyes crinkling up in genuine joy, before you caught yourself and coughed. "Y-yeah!"

"Always a nice day whenever you're around, sir," you'd tease, playfully winking at him as he approached you, yet you were yet to master it without blinking both eyes.

He'd chuckle heartily, flattered, then shook his head to hide how his face flushed under his veil, and held up a hand.

"Thank Gott I have you here. My day would have been ruined."

"Have a good day, sir!" You'd call after him brightly, and he'd turn around for a final time with a two-fingered salute. Strange, since he was your superior, not the other way around, but you shrugged this off as a friendly gesture.

Until it developed into a sort of mutual connection.

In your eyes, at least.

You didn't want to assume that you two were friends, as the man was way out of your league. Strong, muscular, and a disciplined soldier — a Colonel, no less — a man of influence.

Besides, he, conversing with the only-recently-recruit-turned-soldier that was the slowest to understand a joke, did not comprehend complicated terms, and was the least bright out of the entire faction was not something you wanted him to be associated as, didn't want to tarnish his reputation.

You reasoned that you didn't want to bring down the Colonel down to your low level, so you kept your relationship as just that; associates. Aquaintances. Nothing more, out of respect for your Colonel.

Little did you know, the Colonel had developed a soft spot for you.

It seemed as though the storm had gotten worse, as the rain was unrelenting, and the tapping on the glass increased with force. Booming thunderclouds made your room shake.

A sigh as you turned to your side again. 2:07am.

Your thoughts moved back to your Colonel, and you started missing him, longing for him. The warmth that radiated off him made you wish he'd take you in his arms, hold you close to his chest, and you suddenly felt so cold. So lonely and cold.

Maybe it was childish of you to be feeling this way — he was your superior, after all, and you had no reason to be so attached — yet your daily encounters made you gain feelings for the man. Made you feel things when he was around.

Somehow, he brought you security. Made you feel protected. Safe. Like you could always count on him for having your back.

Made you forget that you were so useless, and was the reason for the fuzzyness within your chest, the buzzing feeling you'd feel as you'd be grinning from ear to ear after speaking to him.

Made you feel like you weren't pathetic. Weren't a wasted wishing star. Instead, you were appreciated, seen, even.

You wanted to see him. You wanted to be with him.

...Would he want you, though?

No. Of course he wouldn't. You weren't good enough.

A deep sigh. 2:15, the digital alarm clock displayed.

...What if he actually did want you? Not even as a partner, but just to be around him? Breathe the same air as him? You thought you weren't worthy of his time, but maybe, just maybe he wouldn't see it as such a waste.

Another crash of lightning brought you to your senses.

Finally making up your mind, you huffed in exertion as you pushed yourself off your stiff mattress, not bothering to organize the mess of blankets on the floor.

Walking with certainty, before you realised it, you were at König's bedroom door. Standing behind the door, hand hesitatingly reaching for the handle, you bit your lip, confidence wavering.

Should you really go through with this right now? What if he was asleep at that moment and all you'd do is disrupt his slumber? It wouldn't be fair of you to disturb him so late in the night, especially when he had so many responsibilities.

Still, you inhaled deeply, and, as quietly as you could, knocked twice.

You almost jumped out of your skin at the familiar accented voice of your Colonel.

"Come in," he said hoarsely. His tone was almost warm, inviting, yet you shook your head at the idea, and pulled the handle.

Entering inside, you slowly closed the door behind you. When you turned around, König was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, seemingly deep in thought. Wearing a tank top and cargo pants, his head was hung low, his veil hanging loosely over his head.

The blinds were drawn open to reveal the sky dominated by darkness, the grey curtain of monochrome on the nearest buildings cast down by the clouds, the raindrops that remained on the windows and the rhythmic echoes against the pavement as they dropped in syncopation.

The sight, his presence, were both so... relaxing. In a way, your anxiety was relieved by the tranquility of the scene, and it made you forget the internal turnoil you had been going through for the past few hours, made the tension in your body fade.

"Ah, King," his arms dropped to his sides and he raised his head to meet your eyes in the dark. "I had a feeling that it would be you."

You fidgeted nervously, not knowing what to do.

"Bitte, schön," he said, patting the empty space beside him on the mattress. "Please, sit down. I insist."

Slowly lowering yourself to his side, you sat at a reasonable distance away from him. With the both of you sat down, the size difference was still very noticable. His height made him hunch over you, and one of his thighs was like the two of yours combined.

So nervous, you didn't even notice how his back slumped so you'd be both at a similar level.

He cleared his throat. "What brings you here so late in the night?"

An awkward tug of your t-shirt collar.

"Can't sleep," you stated simply.

"I see." He was quiet for a few moments. Then: "And you decided that my room was the place to go?"

Your face heated up, and you averted your gaze. "Well, sir, it's j-ju—"

"—Nein," he cut you off, holding up a hand to stop you. "I have told you so many times not to call me that. Call me König."

"But— but you're my superior," you gasped, mouth agape. "You deserve to be addressed with respect! I couldn't possibly—"

The protest died on your lips again as the man shook his head, the loose material of his veil following his movements. "Nein. None of that matters. I want you to call me by my first name."

A heavy silence lingered over the two of you, words left unsaid by you both.

"So," König prompted, "what brings you here, King?"

Pausing to think over a pretence, the best you could come up with was: "The storm scared me."

"Ja?" Even with the fabric covering his face, you could almost see the skeptical smirk on his lips.

"A soldier like you afraid of loud clouds? Some rain?" He chuckled.

"Really, I'd have thought you better than that, King." If you didn't know him well enough, you'd have thought he was mocking you, yet despite the sarcasm his eyes held a genuine concern for you.

An bashful laugh escaped you as you rubbed your arm, nails slightly digging into your skin.

"Okay, tell me the truth, King," Leaning forward, his tone became serious. "I know for certain you aren't scared."

He searched for your eyes, yet you avoided his gaze.

"Something is troubling you. Is that it?" He cocked his head to the side, fabric falling loosely over his shoulder. "You can tell me, King. I am your superior, you know. You should tell me these things."

"Well... it's j-just—"

You bit your lip, willing the tears to stay in your eyes.

Don't cry. Don't you dare cry.

König watched you, patiently waiting for you to continue.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, vulnerability showing in your eyes. "—This recent mission, it was— it was really, really difficult. And I just..."

König shuffled towards you until your knees were almost touching, watching you intently. As your body trembled, a hand hovered in uncertainty by your shoulder.

Sniffling, you wiped the wetness on your face with your arm, voice breaking.

"I-I just think that I'm not strong. That I'm... weak. Not— not good enough to be working with people that are so much better. So much stronger—"

Your breath hitched in your throat, voice coming out in a broken sob. "—I-I mean— I'm so pathetic. I shouldn't be so... weak. I should — I should be better. Wh-why—"

Tears flowed freely down your face. "—Why can't I be better, König? Why am I so— so useless?"

Without saying anything, König wrapped his strong arms around your body and pulled you against his chest, pulled you close so you could let it all out. For a few moments, he let you cry, ever-so-gently stroking the back of your head, fingers running through your hair. Weeping into his chest, his steady breathing soothed you.

Once you recovered enough from your emotions, you pulled away, downcast. Face red and blotchy with tears, eyes puffy and pink from crying, lips quivering and voice hoarse, you felt so pathetic. So, so pathetic.

"F-fuck, s-si— König—" Trembling. "I'm so so sorry. I'm too emotional, please, I'm sor—"

"Nein." His tone was soft, yet firm. Definitive. "You have nothing to apologise for, King."

Both hands cupped the sides of your face, tentatively tilting your face upwards. His expression was forlorn, and you felt tears brimming in your eyelids again.

"...You're not weak. You're not pathetic. You're not useless. I see you always trying so hard, King, always giving it your all..."

He paused for a few moments, deliberating over how best to put his thoughts into words. "...Maybe... maybe your best isn't the best out of anyone's bests, but it's the effort that counts." He rubbed the back of his neck, then let out a mono-syllabic laugh. "Scheiße, did that make sense? Sorry— I'm not good with words—"

You glanced away. "—Hey," his hand reached to hold to side of your face. "Look at me, King."

"You're not weak, not pathetic, not useless," he repeated, voice wavering.

"You're none of those. You're better than you think you are. Your inner strength," a finger pointed at your chest, "your heart, it's so full of goodness. So full of so many good things that don't define you, but instead changed you for the better."

"Maybe... maybe you aren't the aren't the best, haven't been the best, or never will be the best, but it's not your fault. You try so hard, and the odds... the odds are stacked against you. And, sometimes... sometimes it's okay to not be the best. You don't have to be fearless, the strongest, perfect. You can just be... you."

His eyes were pleading in the dark. "Please don't doubt yourself. You're so— so much better than you imagine."

A shaky breath. "So much stronger than you tell yourself. I can promise you, you are your own person. Other people's successes don't define you."

König turned around to glance at his alarm. 2:36.

When he turned back, your face had slowly regained the colour on your cheeks, eyes sparkled, chest rose and fall at a steady pace. You said nothing, yet König knew you listened to every one of his words.

"Looks like it's too late for you to fall asleep in your own room," he whispered, gently caressing your face. "Stay here with me, King."

Eyes immediately widening in surprise, you were about to protest. "B-but— I couldn't possibly, König—"

That protest died on your lips as König's arms engulfed you again, and brought you down against his mattress so you were laying on his chest. Cocooned like a protective blanket over you, you didn't need him to say anything more. You felt so... safe. Loved.

The storm outside seemed to calm down, and lightning no longer crashed against the window. Rain faltered, and some clouds were separating in the darkness of the sky.

Before you knew it, your eyelids became heavy with drowsiness, feeling a wave of calm wash over you, cleansing away your sorrows.

Just before you fell asleep, you heard König say something in German, barely above a whisper, but you did not understand:

"Schlaf gut Schatz. Ich liebe dich."

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I don't know who needed to hear that, or if anyone even did, but I stand by the words I wrote. Although you are reading this, and are likely a stranger, and I'll never face you in real life, I want you to know that you *are* good enough. And if it takes a person on the internet using a fictional character to tell you so, then so be it. You are still valid. 🫂

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Note: i rhink some of the ppl that read my previous fics will be able to tell that i went tryhard mode on this one 💀💀

Its mostly bc im back in school and were going over all the stupid fancy shmancy literative devices and figurstive language (god why cant u call it literallt anything else i swear why does it have ro be so unnecessarily overcomplicated just call it sentence structures or writing techniques istg.man😭)so i unconsciously chanelled all of thise boring technicalities into this 😬

With me writing as a hobby you'd think I'd have the highest grades in English? No💔I wish LMAO

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[hongcherry]

Saw this and I could NOT pass this up🤌🏼, writing toooo good to not send in a request still haven't got over the Christmas gift fic you wrote me with YunGi🤪

So can I get this based around Woozi please😔🙏🏼, the lack of Woozi fics is CRIMINAL! With the dialogue being #2, emotion I, and the setting the alleyway being a dive bar.

I will take anythingggggg, angsty, happy, sad, truly ANYTHING. I’m thirsty for any Woozi crumbs I can get😔😔 please and thank you bestie😚😚xoxo

omg DDD: LOOK AT YOU BEING ACTIVE AGAIN 💖 hello hello bae! AND DON'T BE NICE TO ME. IDK HOW TO ACT *throws hearts aggressively* but tysm for supporting me huhuhuhuuh 😫 and ty for sending in a request! i hope u like it, my cheese lover 3000 🧀

Pairing: musician!Jihoon/Woozi x Reader G/AUs: Angst, friends to lovers, non-idol au TWs: None but ofc lmk <3 WC: 1.2k A/N: Barely proofread so no judgment plzzzzz ;c

Prompt: “what they said back there. is it true?” + confusion + an alleyway behind a dive bar

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The winter air bites into you as soon as you push past the dive bar’s door. The chilliness makes you want to take a U-turn back into the building, but you know the heat from indoors won’t help. Not when your source of warmth still sits inside.

People mill about the sidewalks, some dressed casually and others dolled up. No one gives you a second glance as they walk by. It makes it easy to slip into the alleyway unnoticed—hoping for some privacy as you gather your thoughts.

He’s leaving.

In one week, Jihoon will be across the country, chasing his dreams that don’t include you.

There’s a gallon of guilt sloshing in your chest from not being over the moon for his opportunity. However, it doesn’t compare to the sea you’re treading in from knowing this is it for you both.

You won’t get the chance to love and be loved by him.

Not in the way you want.

You slump against the brick wall, arms wrapped around yourself to fight the cold.

You know there are still opportunities to keep in contact, but it won’t be the same. You won’t be able to feel his arms around you or his lips on yours. Maybe if traveling wasn’t so expensive, you could find the silver lining.

“Hey.”

The familiar voice makes your head snap up; your hold on your jacket tightens in surprise.

Jihoon stands at the entrance of the alleyway with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He looks hesitant.

Emotions try to clog your throat, but you force them down so you can speak.

“What they said back there. Is it true?” you ask, voice strained.

Jihoon glances to the side briefly while he answers, “Yes.”

He slowly makes his way closer. Each step brings forth an equal weight of pain and happiness. Being around Jihoon used to bring a smile to your face instantly, but now, your heart just aches.

“You didn’t tell me,” you state.

“I did,” he answers slowly. He stops a few feet away, hands still in his pockets.

“You said you’d be gone for two weeks, not two years,” you scoff.

He exhales a deep breath. You watch it swirl in the air from the cold weather instead of seeing the mix of excitement and guilt on his face.

“It was only going to be two weeks, but they really like my works and wanted me to sign a contract,” he explains.

You turn away when you see your vision blurring. Staring at him reminds you of what you’re about to lose.

“I was going to tell you in private tonight,” he adds.

“What else were you going to tell me?” You force the question out.

“What do you mean?”

You glance at him finally. He’s standing an arm’s length away now.

“Were you going to tell me I meant nothing to you? That you’re sorry for leaving me, but I should be happy about it?”

“Fuck, Yn, you have no idea how hard this decision was for me,” he sighs out, slight frustration laced in his words.

“Enlighten me, Jihoon, because right now, it feels like you knew there was never going to be an ‘us’.”

He winces at your words, hands digging deeper in his pockets like he’s trying to find the right words to make you feel better. You already know he’ll come up empty.

“That’s not true,” he says belatedly.

“No? How long did you know about this new contract of yours? How long were you waiting to tell me ‘privately’? A week? Two?” you ask, voice raising in anger.

The more you talk, the more conflicted he looks. You know you’re not making this easy on him, but the devil on your shoulder wants him to feel the heartache you’re feeling.

“Do you not remember how two weeks ago we were on your couch and I told you I love you? I love you, Jihoon, and you’re just going to lea—”

Jihoon kisses you hard.

He holds your face in his hands, grip tight enough to keep you steady but not enough to hurt. Your heart hammers in your chest.

He puts all the emotions and messages he can’t convey into the kiss. It’s so overwhelming that you want to pull away, but you persist because it means you can have him a little longer.

The second you feel him begin to pull away, your hands reach up to grip his wrists.

He stares down, so you can’t see his face.

“I’d ask for you to wait for me, but that’s not fair,” he says. You can hear the sorrow in his voice. Although you wanted him to feel it too, you also can’t help but hurt more knowing he’s not happy. “Maybe once I get a few paychecks I can fly you out. Maybe… Maybe if you still love me when I come back, we can make it work.”

“Why can’t we make it work now?” You nearly plead.

He sighs and shakes his head. His hair tickles your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You will your knees not to give out in realization. There’s no changing his mind.

Your hands on his wrists ease.

Jihoon looks up, eyes filled with desperation for you not to go.

“Let’s head back inside. You’re cold,” he murmurs, hands slipping from your face to hold your hands.

Before you can try to protest, he’s leading you back inside toward your friends.

Your body instantly feels grateful for the warmer temperature, but what’s really heating your body is Jihoon’s hand in yours.

His comforting touch spreads from your joint hands and spreads throughout your body. It’s a feeling you want to shove away, but you force yourself to not. You only have a few days left of his presence, and you should enjoy it.

Jihoon’s not a fan of PDA, but tonight he pushes his own boundaries. He drapes an arm around your shoulders, hand lazily gliding up and down your arm as he interacts with your friends.

You can’t help but lean into his firm body, allowing yourself these few hours to pretend everything’s okay.

It’s self-torture to have his notifications on. It’s been almost four months since he’s left and all you can do is check his socials. He’s not too active so when he is, you cherish it.

Although you’ve tried to keep in contact, hectic schedules and time zones make it difficult. You wonder if he still thinks of you as much as you think of him.

Then as if to answer your question, your phone dings.

woozi_universefactory made a new post. Check it out!

His first official song, “Loved You First,” has been released.

While tears stain your cheeks as you listen, another ding emits from your phone.

Jihoon: 🖤

You chuckle at the simple message, wiping away your tears as your heart replaces forlorn with hope. 

He said he wouldn’t ask you to wait for him, but you should fight for what you want—for who you want. 

You push down the doubt and channel the hope you felt while listening to his song. Nothing will stop you from trying to make this work.

Not the distance, the time zones, or the schedules.

After all, who said love is easy?

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i saw u wanna continue the storyline 😏😏 pierre being petty and subtweeting and then lando defending his girl as he should!! i LOVED ur latest update so much it hurts

Unbothered — lando norris

social media au

lando norris x yn

this is the continuation of STAY MAD (alternative of WE BROKE UP BTW and WE BACK)

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yninstagram to mr and mrs norris ❤️🥂🥂

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maxfrewtrell photocreds missy 🤨

ynsbff OH STUNNING

landonorris bunny 🤤🤤❤️

revolve omg hi queen

l4ndoslove monkey x bunny 😩😩 my turn when 😩😩

TWO WEEKS LATER... race week.

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landonorris Yes babyyyyyy! P3 🧡🍾 Tough race but we pulled through, lets keep pushing!

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yninstagram that's hot 😎🧡

landonorris on my way for our double celebration

carlossainz55 🍾🍾❤️

landolandi4 amazing race babyyyy!!!

ynsbrother LFGOOOOOO 🤙🏻🤙🏻🤙🏻

skysports will we get decent answers now that you're celebrating?

landonorris stop asking stupid questions if you don't want stupid answers

↪ teamclaren43 the amount of personal questions you got today is embarrassing

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landonorris my beautiful girlfriend graduated this week. YN, I'm so excited to share with you this new chapter, stressing study nights in random hotel rooms are over bunny, you did it! You make me so proud, love you lots.

Sincerely,

Your monkey.

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olivernorris1 get drunk sis @yninstagram

danielricciardo how much for a therapy session, dr @yninstagram? congratulations loveeeee

isahernaez 😍😍😍😍

f1daddies the high school sweethearts vibes these two have is overwhelming 🤧🥺💖

mcloony she's got the looks, the brains and a fine asf man.......

letsgol4ndo she's so lucky

↪ landonorris i'm the lucky one

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yninstagram yessssss graduation time!!!

I'm done with sleeplessness nights, all I got left is to thanks my incredible friends who were there for me every single time I needed a helpful hand, my family that supported me unconditionally and my amazing monkey who laughed with me during the crazy days and believed in me even when I didn't. Love you all.

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yninstagram I'M FREE WORST FUCKING EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE LET'S GET DRUNK

ynsbff yikes

paulgasly congratulations yn! we love you

charles_leclerc so proud of you my friendddd, lmk when I can schedule an appointment ❤️

ynsbrother fucking finally!!!!! 🤪❤️

team10gasly no way

yukierrex he's back

↪️ team10gasly after what happened last weekend.....

↪️lovescarlando that's what happen when you live in the past friendssss

↪️yukierrex bitch it was a couple of months ago stfu

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yninstagram desert dump 🤓🐪 ft. a very nice mclaren car

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landowners hello God it's me

carlossainz55 very nice earrings 🤓

yninstagram yes! Isa is so good in graduation presents 😋😋😋

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savnorris1 💖

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lando.jpg end of the season by me 📸

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yninstagram love you baby 💖

mclaren 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

maxfrewtrell excuse me?????

landonorris ok some of those were taken by max

[zabooba]

MINORS, PEDOS, DONT EVEN BOTHER TO LOOK AT MY PROFILE, BLOCK ME BITCH!

Ik someone already did this but DON'T REBLOG MY NOODS!

I post my pics for attention 🤪 I'm an attention whore unfortunately 😔

If you're not obsessed and can't breathe without me then what's the point ����

I love you all who like and follow me, I see u 😏

I can't type without using an emoji so bare with me 😞

since I've been asked this a lot in person too, I'm black, FEE MAIL, 8teen

I'll try to post random stuff too, not my just my noods, I like good convos that aren't sekual, I don't rp but if you wanna send threats (bomb) to my house lmk 🤭

I won't be accepting messages because some of yall can't understand basic shit, If I wanna see your CAWK I'LL ASK FOR IT. Besides that try to be nice I'm just a girl don't scare me away.

I might follow back if your blog or bio is interesting 🥰

My mood has been ruined 😕, I don't like people sometimes.

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This took over 20 hours to make I'm deceased... I'm glad it's done I need a break lol

Close ups on the pins under the cut!! (And some extra little notes for fun)

The formatting and graphic design could be better but, again, I just want to be done 😭 so ummm oops sorry !!

Yay yum yayaya art woooo yes !!!

More notes for fun !!

- when I say "loves animals (... not many, but still)" it means he can, has, and WILL burn squirrels alive for free entertainment, as well as shooting animals for fun... but he would also cry and feel awful if he stepped on a dog's foot... he's got favorites, basically, and does NOT hide it

- sun freckles, because why not

- kinda a dirty kid... literally the definition of "boys will be boys 🤪" where he's just always getting into the weirdest shit. You take your eyes off him for 1 second and he returns with mud all over himself and probably has a cat or something and just has the dumbest smile on his face !!! Idiot kid love him tho

- I added a gir pin because I love gir and for fun, doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense.... just roll with it !!

- made him Trans bc psychonauts as a whole is a trans allegory in my mind so, it made sense !! And because he's... 10 he hasn't done anything medical yet, just socially transitioned !! (Adding this point because some people see that and think the wrong things, like those ppl who think 4 year Olds are getting surgery and forcefully getting hormones jabbed into them. NO that's not happening)

- if he was a 2000s kid he'd like a lot of different things, like Mario and sonic games, and certain TV shows and movies (like invader zim, pokemon shows/movies, Disney stuff etc. Just general kids stuff yk?)

- sasha gave him coffee once.... he then proceeded to ramble about random things for hours while he tried to help work on things. So, he was able to focus better but won't shut UP (I'm projecting)

- he enjoys media that reminds him of himself, which is the "odd man out" type stuff, it helps him feel better about feeling like he doesn't belong bc he knows he isn't alone. It's sad but it helps him idk!!

OKAY IM DONE (for now) but yippee wow isn't that cool !!! I'm curious what yall think so lmk if u wanna !! I love hearing what Y'all think of my stuff, and I might post more headcanon type stuff later on if that's something ur interested in, honestly just send me an ask if u wanna know my hc for specific characters!!

OKAY goodbye drink water 💖

[mqstermindswift]

hi!!! i'm milly, i'm brand new to tumblr, and i'm just trying to get to know all my mutuals!!! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪

❀˖° how would you describe your aesthetic?

❀˖° if you could only listen to one album for the rest of your life what would it be?

❀˖° what's your favorite weather?

❀˖° who are some of your favorite mutuals? (sorry if i already asked u this haha im just trying to meet more people!!!)

hii milly !! im sorry for the latencyyy !! welcome to tumblr pooks !!

i honestly have no idea,ion even have an aesthetic.Does like the nice girl aesthetic count?i guess that’s what my aesthetic is the closest to,but,in all honesty,my personality/preferences are all over the placeeee and i’m also a bit loco (this emoji is me 🤪)(or as taylor said fucked in the head)

such a hard question but if we’re talking about a greek album,cause im so into my country’s music atm,prolly romeo by a rapper called light or s**tape by another rapper called thug slime (stupid name if u ask me).Now if we’re talking about girly pop albums,ughhh i have no idea.i’m between sour,guts,the secret of us and red.(prolly tsou or sour tho)

i’m fine w wtv weather tbh but rain !! like imagine being at home in ur cozy pjs studying on a rainy day w ur pet sitting next to u or in ur embrace jwkdkje !!

i have many but the ones that come to my mind rn are @never-enough-novels @skeelly @icantkeepmyplantsalive @chloe-vajgrt @chiara-swiftiedreamer13 @flowers-for-em @ur-lil-flo @skyrigel

and lmk if u want me to introduce u to more moots xx

bye bye

luv u xx

[youremyheaven]

I'm currently in my Venus md and although it is supposed to be a good dasha, it's been kicking my ass since the beginning 😭 Ketu dasha was a strange experience, a lot of turmoil in friendships (and BRUTAL breakups) but mentally I felt kind of stable like almost stoic. But girl Venus dasha is something else, idk what's going on in the stars but it's like the guardian angel had enough and decided to troll 💀 I have Venus in taurus krittika (praying for a sun/venus man 🙌) conjuct Rahu and aspected by Mars, what do you think about this ? Do you know how to balance Venus influence ?

Btw I love your posts 💜 your insights are so interesting and unique! Can't wait for you to expand more on spirituality 💫

2022 was a Venus year and it was easily my most unhinged, chaotic and delulu year lmao,,, i was def experiencing all the typical Venusian themes of love, indulgence, feeling gorg, but also feeling sad, excluded, unable to connect to others etc,, it was very imbalanced and out of proportion. i attracted a lot of attention but that included a lot of negative attention as well

i think your experiences reflect your placements. you must have a good Ketu placement if you felt stoic during it omg😩

i think the Venus conjunct Rahu is what is causing the imbalance. Rahu blows things out of proportion and exaggerates the effects of Venus,,, on top of it all, its also aspecting Mars?? 😩girl which house is your Venus?? Mars has a tendency to be destructive 😬so the overblown Rahuvian Venus keeps running into accidents 😔

the thing that has helped me a lot is decentering my fixation with Venusian things (beauty, love, relationships etc) and channelling it thru other more "stable" venues like making art, writing, finding new hobbies. the more you feed Venus, the more it grows. im not saying you should starve Venus but you need to cut its air supply a little bit, if you catch my drift. i lose myself in relationships very easily and im VERY aware of that, so detaching from it to consciously focus on myself helps me "balance" my Venusian influence, its also easyyy to hyperfixate over beauty, romance etc and honestly i find it very freeing to not look in the mirror picking myself apart and tbh i feel like ive become prettier since 🤪 they key is to distance yourself from Venusian indulgence and focus instead on Venusian creativity. you can appreciate beauty through music, film, art etc instead of making it a self centered activity (i dont even know if these are things u struggle with bc of your Venus dasha but im just sayin')

affirmations have helped me a lot and doing spiritual tingzzz and dabbling in glamour magic and witchcraft has helped me feel beautiful from within. feed your spirituality and watch your peace and vibrancy grow. i started praying to my ishta devata during my Venus year as well <333

tysm<333 id love to post more about spirituality tbh,, lmk if there's anything specific youd like for me to talk about

[softsnzstuff]

yooo :] what have u been up to lately? i know it’s been a rough couple weeks but i was wondering just. what you’ve had going on if anything :]]

What up Bee!!!

Actually a lot LOL. So I’m coming up on my one year anniversary at my first ever salary job this month and I’m like really happy about it? I love my job but also I was SO scared for “adult work” for soooo long and I have proved to myself that I can do it??

In the projects department - I like to Um…design and build things? So I started building a table in the summer😅 It’s gonna be a coffee table where the tabletop is half wood and half resin. My Papa is helping me finish the tabletop and ideally it’ll be done by spring?? We still need to practice.

I’m currently (at this literal moment) working on a Munson inspired embroidery piece that I’ll post pics of when it’s done! I fully intend to teach @dontfeeltoohot how to embroider when they come visit me in April so if y’all have any design requests that aren’t too hard lmk 🤪

But yeah! February always makes me super super extra sad so I’m taking this month for some self care and going back to my roots. I’m a distance runner so I’ve been getting back into that after my half marathon back in December. Training a friend for her first 5k actually!!

How are you guys???? God I feel like it’s been years I’m so sorry 🤣

[ly-gushka]

I TOOK THIS EARLIER BUT HERES THE HAUL!! IN TOTAL 8 ALBUMS, 2 SETS OF SLEEVES AND 4 MYSTERY PHOTOCARD PACKS (Nwjns)

I did buy that mystery pack and so the artms album and jap unforgiven came from that. Other than those seen above i also got some freebies and other pcs too, ill send those later but lmk if u want to see what was inside any of em 🤪🤪

DAMN THATS ALOT!!! AND YOU STAN ARTMS??? AIFIAWOAI IVE BEEN TRYING TO GET INTO THEM SINCE I REALLY LIKE OEC AND YES I WANNA SEE

[crownedwiththorns]

May I please have a song suggestion? I’m going to smoke soon and need a song that’s going to tear me off the frame 🤪

Oooo ok. no pressure. Gimme ur high vibe✨

cause I listen to like depressing shit but if ur a happy stoner i dont wanna harsh ur vibe.

or do u just want like some of my favs¿ for when I’m high

lmk anon💘

[sungbeam]

XNONIE PRESENT RAAAAAH 🦅

except it’s not xnonie anymore b/c duh i’m not an anon 🙄 but i just finished ur jacob fic & just as i expected: it’s nothing short of amazing 😭😭 ur so talented & it was ur works (along w/ so many other ppl on this amazing sometimes not amazing app) that got me to write DSLJALGDKLD i started off as an anon b/c i haven’t est my blog as a writing blog yet & i just wanted to give kudos to u on ur angel jeonghan fic at the time (which i go back to sometimes to feel smth 🫡🫡🫡)!!

anyways heres a proper intro to me 🤪 hi i’m noa & i’m hoping we can be a nice pair of marvel/kpop lovin tumblr pals (i’m awkward when it comes to trying to start friendships 🏃‍♀️❗️)

also rmbr the thing i wanted to send to u when u were discussing ur x-men wip?? yeah it was this (i’m so funny ik but if u disagree just ignore this bit 😍)

also thanks for asking abt uni life!! i just finished an exam that i cried over & it was easier than i thought??? either i failed that or it was really just easy 🤔🤔 but uni life is not too bad... yet... 🤨

WHY AM I SO NERVOUS TO SEND THIS BYEEEEE (or hi??? HELP ME)

XNONIE — OR I GUESS NOW IM GONNA YELL NOAAAAAA !!!! wow what a lovely surprise nice to meet u (^_-)-☆ u actually sent this like,,,,, on the day i dipped off the hellsite, so much apologies for the super late response 🤡

THE JACOB FIC !! I SAW UR REBLOG IM SO GLAD U READ IT AND LIKED IT <333 much appreciated, and PLS 🥺🥺🥺🥺 it makes me so happy to hear i was apart of the reason why u decided to start writing on here! it's really cool to have u here in the community ^_^ (i still think of the xmen au amongst all this tbz simpery 😔 one of these days istg i will go back)

we'll be THEE XMEN-KPOP DUO HERE o7 that's a promise (and threat haha) ‼️‼️ LOL ITS OKAY im literally the worst at starting friendships too 🤡🤡 but it's all good i think ur really cool

ODKNCKEJX AHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA THE HOSHI EDIT PLS I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH THIS GIVES ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN U HAVE NO IDEA like wow i gotta save this and use it as my desktop bg now or sumn (´Д⊂ヽ

omg i just finished an exam too !! two of three finals complete but i actually have no idea how i did ??? like i can't tell if i did decent or if i completely bombed it 💀🤡 that's physics for u ig :/ i'm sure u did great on ur exam tho !! cheering for u ofc <3

OMG LMK WHAT MOOT EMOJI YOU'D LIKE AS WELL !!!

[disengaged]

ummm so i’m gonna try going by they/she

[moreofem]

i think my ask got eaten but ce la vie 🤪 i feel like carmy would be into somno or something like that, he feels like the type to wanna eat u out as a way to wake u up or grind on ur ass in the night bc he’s hard for no reason, but U LMK UR THOTS LMAOO 🥵🤪🤪 i see him as a FREAK freak forrrr sure

Omg so so sorry if your ask got eaten ☹️☹️

BUT YES I ANSWERED AN ASK ABOUT SOMNO (maybe it was you?)

Like I believe this man isn’t horny a lot. But when he does?? It’s like he can’t stop himself. His tip is leaking, he’s shuddering, all that mess, and you’re next to him peacefully sleeping😭. So he just turns to be a big spoon and he can’t help but buck his hips into your ass once, but then he feels really bad cause you should be getting your sleep. But then you move, your eyes are still closed, but you reach behind him, grab his dick from under his sleep boxers, pull your panties to the side, and gets the hint. He slowly slips into you, and every inch that he feeds you is accompanied by his desperate moans😩😩😩 URGH I NEED THIS

[woozisnoots]

a/n: a lot of these are shorter in length since i didn’t read as much as i wanted to this month :( but that doesn’t mean they’re not absolute gems!!

(this isn’t an april fools trick btw! but if some on the links don’t work, pls lmk!!)

[8:17pm] by @adi--writes | vernon x reader

vernon will always be making this list and this particular vernon is henggarae vernon sitting at the trunk of a truck in the questionable desert waiting for the sunset and it’s a damn good time

i hate that i love you by @justhao | jeonghan x reader, fantasy au

i just love how lissa writes y’all SHE’S SO FANTABULOUS LIKE 😫😫 her writing is always 🤌🤌🤌 but this one??? omg like i was on the edge of my sit for this one- gimme like the joker type vibes 😳

morning tea and smiles by @aunty-tiger-potato | joshua x reader

pls make poetry not underrated so more ppl can read this- it’s just so beautiful.

all my love by @wonwooslibrary | seungcheol x reader

cheol: whenever he says the word honey, me: foams at the mouth 🤤

[no title] by @minghaofilm | joshua x reader

okay maybe sometimes i need some good ol joshua fluff in my life 😭😭

in winter, you met him. by @cha-lan | seungkwan x reader

BOO. SEUNGKWAN. definitely an out of the box fic from the other boo fics i’ve read :0 but i actually really liked it!!! anything with a type of apocalyptic concept, i find 🧐 puzzling and alluring at the same time :D

eternity is not enough by @heartshxkr | seungcheol x reader x jeonghan

HHHHHH SO JEALOUS TO ALL THE PEOPLE THAT CAN WRITE SUPERNATURAL AUS REALLY WELL😩 

[11:27am] by @interludeshadow | soonyoung x reader

READING THIS MADE ME REALLY MISS IKEA 😔😔😭💔💔💔💔 you can’t tell me a trip to ikea with soonyoung wouldn’t be chaotic and fun

[no title] by @starboywoo | minghao x reader

u know those moments that u share with ur friends, family, s/o where one of u spontaneously talk about the future and makes u all uwu and gushy inside?? yeah thats what this is </3

subtle beauties. by @mikwrites | minghao x reader

 I WILL JUST SAY. I MISSED MINGHAO MORE THAN I THOUGHT. THAT IS ALL (sobs uncontrollably) 😭😭😭

[23:59] by @sincereily | chan x reader

the few chan fics crumbs that i can find out there, this one’s a cutie!! 🥺

[yes we’re in love] by @by-moonflower | mingyu x reader

MAN this fic made me realize how much i love a good ‘ol fake relationship!au, took a nibble outta this one 🤪🍓 YUM

fallen by @merakiiverse | seungkwan x reader 

GINGERBREAD HOT CHOCOLATE!!! i have also been missing seungkwan lately and i ate this one UP! he was so adorable here ;-;