#luv u luv u ! xo ^__^

[samuraijacksoff]

HELLO i have finally finished putting together a little book of cross stitch patterns made w minecraft. for free on Internet Archive !! :)

[jacobglaser]

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[maddiemonoxide]

my bestie boo @kathaariian like totally inspired me 2 share sum of my recent kandi singles =D

[androidghoulz]

Hello!

📻 holly ×3

Here is no why - the smashing pumpkins

One of a kind - placebo

Ladbroke grove - aj tracey

Less we forget - badtz-maru

Your hands my pockets - team dresch

[ilostyou]

maddie confronting hen you GO girl

[koiiiji]

HIII!! I've been reading your work for awhile🛐🛐 BUT I HAVE BEEN CRAVING MORE OF THE WAY YOU WRITE WOOIN ACTUALLY me and my friend have been reading your fics for awhile and go feral for them no specific scenario in mind TBH I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THE WOOIN REQUEST!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

AHHH BIG LUV SIS APPRECIATE THAT U ENJOYING MY WORKS!! don't worry, my boy wooin are always welcomed here😌😌

im actually curious if you meant like possessive wooin? bc if so, good news, i have more here xo - xo

warnings : obsessive!wooin, my fav trop with him unrequited love, intrusive thoughts

notes : prob gonna do pt. 2 of this, bc this one kinda short, but not sure if u up to.. let me know!!

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Wooin would never dare to confess his true feelings for you. especially since that bitch Sangho said that someone should keep an eye on such misfits as Sabbath and let him and Ryu Juwon know that they didn't cause any other problems. yet, deep down, he couldn't deny the pull you had on him. despite the fact that you and Sung been just + 2 to Yoo Bin, he couldn't overlook your talents in cycling and your captivating beauty. but hell, he would ever say something romantic in your direction first.

it didn't faze him that you often accompanied Yoo Bin, he immediately noticed that although you and he had a close relationship, you two shared only brotherly bond, one that made him feel like an outsider longing for more. yet, there was something about the way you looked at the Joker, the way you talked to Hyeok or any other random or nouname from the competition who thought he had a chance to get to know you. it left him restless, trembling with jealousy whenever you disregarded him. how could you? wasn't he a vibrant personality, adorned with all his piercings, splitted tongue and a bright fashion style? since you join crew, hell even from inception of Sabbath, he had been there, injecting humor, exuding charisma, demonstrating sharp wit with his abilities to find source of income, and in his honest opinion, displaying less sullen and gloom than the rest. he thrived on the spotlight, assuming the role of leader effortlessly. but you, little bitch, still decided to play hard to get with him and ignore him.

when once again he saved you from some annoying piece of shit who kept begging for your number, you look at him over your shoulder with those incredulous, innocent eyes and he felt the earth disappear from under his feet. ah, those eyes of yours... Wooin never imagined he could be ensnared by someone's gaze. with just a flutter of your lashes, and he forgot his prepared excuses or jokes he was about to use as an excuse for the fact that he once again found himself alone with you, and again, rescuing you from unwanted attention.

he despised this feeling, yet he couldn't bring himself to admit that it was you he liked. no, it was something deeper, something sinister. it was an obsession, boiling loathing and hatred of everything around you, and that's all you voluntarily turned your attention to, but not to him, even when he was desperately struggling.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

AHHHH SORRY!! I PLANNED TO MAKE IT DARKER BUT I FINISHING THIS ON LECTURE IN UNI sooo... u know... promise, i will do it darker, again if you guys are up to💋💋

[trentslvrr]

omg can you PLS write a trent smut + include the phrase “yeah, take it” AHH IM SCREAMING! ill leave the rest up 2 u xo luv ur work

・❥・trent alexander-arnold, smut (mdni)

take it,

trent and y/n had been dating for a few weeks now, it was going very well so far. they see each other nearly everyday and spend every minute together. they bring out a side in each other they didn’t know they could.

but there was one thing and that was that they had not had sex yet, neither were virgins and it was bound to happen one day. both of them were lowkey hoping that now was the time.

they were sat on trent’s bed, her in his lap as they were innocently making out. it wasn’t anything new to them.

“we need to stop, otherwise i won’t be able to help myself.” he muttered in between kisses, making her smile.

“and what if i don’t want to stop?” she tested him.

“then we don’t have to.” he shook his head, making some of his dreads fall in front of his face.

“then don’t stop.” she almost begged him.

trent connected their lips again, pulling her to the bed, making her lie on her back and putting his weight on top of her.

“you want this?” he asked, his voice muffled as he pressed kisses to her neck.

“so bad, trent.” she breathed.

“me too, baby. just tell me what you want.” he lifts his head to look into her eyes, filled with lust and desire.

“i want you, i want you inside of me.” she begged, pulling at the back of his hair, resulting in a small groan from him.

he rested himself on his knees as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach and small happy trail going into his calvin klein boxers.

“take this off.” he tugged at the bottom of her his shirt.

he ripped her shirt off her body and admired her for a while, before dipping his head down and kissing just under her breasts.

“trent please, just fuck me already.” she begged, lifting her back off the bed a bit.

“you sure baby?” trent raised his brows.

“never been so sure about anything.” she grinned, making him smile back at her.

he tugged down on her shorts and panties, shrugging them off and throwing them somewhere in the room.

“you’re so beautiful.” he admired his girlfriend underneath him.

he pulled his shorts down, leaving him in his boxers.

y/n let out a gasp at how big he looked just through his boxers, making him let out a breathy laugh. he grabbed her hand and put hers on his cock through his boxers, “just for you.” he mumbled pressing their lips together.

she pulled at the waist band of his boxers and pulled them down, pulling away from his lips to look at him.

“jesus, trent.” she breathed.

“you’ll be fine, beautiful.” he kissed her as he rubbed his tip up and down her slit.

“please.” she grabbed at his shoulders, begging him to be inside of her already.

he slowly pushed himself in her, making both of them gasp at the unfamiliar yet familiar feeling.

“you okay?” he asked as he pushed himself all the way in, placing kisses on her lips to distract her.

“more than okay.” she mumbled, kissing him back, “move, please.”

he slowly dragged himself out and pushed in again, rocking his hips back and forth slowly at first.

he grunted against her lips at the feeling of her wrapped around him.

“you’re so big.” she breathed out, moaning from the pleasure and a bit of pain at his size.

“yeah? you think you can take it all for me?” he questioned, looking down at himself going in and out of her.

“mhm.” she hummed, before moaning at his change in pace.

he quickened his pace, placing his face in her neck, letting out groans here and there.

“you feel so good around me.” he praised, “take it all for me.” he said before going even faster.

the pace catching her off guard, her mouth dropped open in pleasure as her eyes screwed shut.

“i’m not gonna last much longer, trent.” she moaned.

“i know baby, me too.” he grunted.

“i wanna cum with you.” she lifted his head to look in his eyes.

“yeah?” he raised his eyebrows, as he hit the right spot inside of her.

“yes! there trent, don’t stop please.” she clawed at his back, probably leaving marks.

“i’m gonna cum baby.” he moaned in her ear.

“do it.” she egged him on.

he grunted as he pushed one harsh thrust into her, she moaned at the feeling of him spilling inside of her, edging her to her orgasm.

their chests heaving as they reach their highs together. he collapsed on top of her as she played with his dreads.

“was that good for you?” he asked.

“it was amazing.” she breathed.

he laughed before lifting his head and giving her a kiss.

thank you anon ily <33

[succfanart-archive]

funny place to promote my memoir comics BUT i did just drop a PDF my comic PRIMAVERA or HOW I BROKE UP WITH MY MOTHER for free (or pay what you want!) which happens to feature some explorations of fandom & uses gerri from succession’s likeness to depict my mother SO while it’s not directly about succession, some of u might be interested in reading. luv n light xo

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore ★ 2 // bella

You awoke that morning to something warm and large beside you. When you opened your eyes, you realized it was Vince sleeping soundly with you. You hit him.

"Vince!" You yelled. He flinched.

"Ugh, Y/n..."

"Get the hell out of my bed!" You took your pillow and started hitting him with it.

"Jesus, okay, I'm leaving..."

"How perverted are you?! Idiota!"

"Sorry!"

You sighed loudly and rubbed your face, getting up to take a shower.

You got out, fixed your hair, did your makeup, and put your outfit on.

You pulled on your black, leather Prada calf boots with a 3 inch platform heel. "Alexander!" You yelled.

"Alexander!"

No response. "Alexander!"

You screamed with annoyance. "Ughhh!"

You stormed out your room and into Alexander and Alima's. You could tell they were naked. "Ew!"

"Y/n!" Alexander woke up and shouted.

"Get up!" You said even louder.

"Shut the fuck up! Get out!" He pointed to the door.

★★★★★★★★★

Trish was sitting at the dining table with the gang eating breakfast when she heard her phone buzz, and she had gotten a text.

g morning, cant wait 2 c u. lets go out. xo y/n &lt;3

She smiled to herself reading the text, typing her response.

morning babe, eating brkfast w the guys... will be hella hard to escape them agh! meet u in 25 @ plaza? xo trish.

She waited for your reply and her cell phone buzzed again.

omg v is such a piece of shit guess where i found him

She chuckled a little to herself.

in ur bed again? lmao he alwys wants 2 sleep w u

shut up! its not even funny anymre hes totally a douche. fking bozo i swr

She laughed a little more.

stfu hes ur bsf. cut him sum slack babe

ok i gtg... alx is yelling at me. c u in a bit x

x luv u bye

Her smile faded when she realized everyone had stopped eating from their plates and were looking at her dead in the eye.

"What?"

"Who were you texting?" asked Mista.

"Why do you care? Pipe down." She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

She rook her last sip of her coffee and stood up.

"Trish, where are you going?" asked Bucciarati.

"I'm going out."

"To see who?" questioned Fugo.

"My friend! What is wrong with all of you?"

"We just want to keep you safe, Trish, calm down." said Giorno.

"Too many scumbags walking the streets. You never know what could happen." mumbled Abbachio.

"Trish is not sneaking around with some guy, everyone. Please." Spice Girl suddenly appeared beside her, reassuring the group.

"Bucciarati, can I have some money?" Trish asked nicely, looking at him, puppy eyed.

"For what?" said Abbachio bitterly.

"I'm going shopping."

"Sure, Trish," he pulled out his wallet and gave her fifteen 10,000 lira bills, "spend it wisely. Have fun, be safe."

She snatched the money with a smirk. "I'll be back later." She kissed his cheek.

"Don't forget you need to be here to come with Giorno to see that guy with Il Terrore at 4!" said Fugo as she picked up her bag and walked out.

She arrived and stood in front of the Prada store, waiting for you.

When she spotted you, her face lit up with delight and she ran to you, jumping into your arms. "Y/n!"

You hugged her tightly and spun her around. "Trish!"

"I missed you so, so much, Y/n. You have know idea how things are without you. I'm so happy." She kissed your cheeks and you did the same.

"Your hair is so pink, and longer!" You ran your fingers through her hair, amazed.

"You haven't changed one bit. You look super sexy though." She grinned.

"Please, look at that body of yours! Too gorgeous."

She linked her arm into yours and walked into the Prada store.

"I saw this bag in a- a maga— a magajin- sorry, magazine."

"Your Japanese accent is insane now, Y/n. The Don will be amazed. Did you know he's half Japanese?" She said.

"No, he's not. I heard he has golden, flaming hair like the morning sun, and bright green eyes."

"That's true. He's really tall too, he grew so much since the first time I met him."

"How tall?" You were eager to know; you love taller guys.

"He was 170cm 5 years ago, now he's 195cm. Bulked up a lot since then."

"You're kidding! That's so hot!" You became happy.

"Ha. He's so handsome, every girl from every family wants to marry him."

"You don't like him?" You turned to her.

"Not at all, to be honest. He's like my brother."

"You're living with all those hot men and not interested in any of them? Huh." You raised an eyebrow.

She blushed and looked away, "Narancia, on the other hand..."

You gasped, "You have a crush!"

"He's so cute... like really cute."

"Zaaaaamn, I see you." You smirked.

"I guess. I want to buy this for Bucciarati, look." She picked up a black leather belt with the Prada Milano logo engraved on the buckle.

"Get it."

"Okay," she waved over an associate, "wrap these up for us, and send them to the front."

The person nodded and took the items you and Trish wanted to purchase to the register. You walked with her there and pulled out your money, but she did as well.

"Trish, please let me pay."

"No, Y/n, please let me pay."

"Trish."

"Y/n."

"Trish, let me pay."

"Y/n, I'm paying. End of story."

You rolled your eyes and put your money away, "Fine. You win."

She got the bags and handed one to you, smiling.

"Thank you, Trish."

"No problem, Y/n." She wrapped her arm around you as you walked together.

"Hey, why don't you give Vince a chance? I know how much he loves you."

"Ugh, as if!" You said, "I really tried, you know. His pride won't allow him to actually be committed to a relationship with someone like me. I love him a lot but I don't want anything long term."

"But if he wasn't the way that he was and he really wanted to haved something with you..." She raised her eyebrows.

"No, I wouldn't."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Damn, okay then."

"But the thing is, I have to be married with a kid before 25," You frowned, "Guys don't like me."

"Girl, I can see at least 15 men looking at you as we pass by. Look, that guy riding a bike just crashed into a trash can, he's looking right at you." She laughed.

You looked over and saw a man laying in a pile of trash cans staring at you with bliss on his face.

"Yeah, but who's going to truly love and embrace me? With the way my mom was treated by my dad and how I was raised... I've lost all hope."

"I think you'll like the Don, Y/n. I think you'll really like him." She squeezed your arm and smiled at you.

"Sure I will..."

Trish looked down at her watch. "Look, it's already 3. I need to head back before everyone gets suspicious..."

You kissed her cheek again and nodded.

"See you later, Donna." She teased, waving then walking off.

★★★★★★★★★

You were sitting at your vanity, putting on lipstick when your stand, Cheri Lady decided to appear.

"Are you seducing him or making a deal with him? Yare yare... Such a temptress." She mocked you, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

You had gained Cheri Lady as a result of your mother's death 8 years ago, your father had stabbed you with a Stand Arrow in a sorrowful rage.

Cheri Lady can steal a stand and/or its ability with just one touch and can recall its power at any given time. For example, since you had once temporarily stolen a stand with a healing ability, you could recall the stand and heal yourself without a problem. But you mostly use her to induce hallucinations on enemies, which works without even having to take their ability.

Another thing your stand is capable of is extreme physical power... Think: Star Platinum meets Spice Girl.. Kind of.

As well as tremendous raw power, Cheri Lady benefits from your negative thoughts and give rude commentary about you and the way you live your life and constantly criticize you...But she only says what you think-- She's just a manifestation of your conscience.

"Damare, Cheri Lady." You touched up your eyeliner and powdered your nose a little.

"You look like a prostitute, Y/n, what the hell are you wearing?"

"Leave my sight!"

"Hmph, as you wish, Y/n-sama." She said sarcastically then disappeared into your body.

You checked the time, put on your shoes, and rushed downstairs. "Vince, Alima! Let's go!" You shouted, picking up your keys quickly.

They rushed downstairs and everyone was out the door. Vince was wearing all black suit with no tie, his chest showing through his unbuttoned collar shirt. You tried not to laugh at him.

Alima was wearing nearly the same thing as you except her shirt was red.

You could feel anxiety creeping up but took a deep breath, seeing the beautiful riverside view from outside the restaurant, and you spotted that golden blonde hair. You rushed over.

"Ciao, Don Giovanna. Romano Y/— I mean, Y/n Romano." You held out your hand, but a man with purple hair and lipstick blocked you from doing so.

Everyone gasped. You could see Trish standing beside Giorno warily.

She's... a woman?! Everyone thought in their minds.

"Abbachio, please," Giorno muttered. He scowled and moved.

You were taken aback at the Don's beauty. He was... gorgeous.

Giorno bowed slightly, taking your hand into his and kissing your knuckles, then gesturing for you to sit down. "Please, sit down, bella."

You smiled softly and sat down. "You've got quite the personal guard here, Don Giovanna."

"It's Giorno, but please, call me GioGio. Rolls off the tongue nicely, don't you think?" His charms and politeness were getting to you. You were allured.

"Alright then, GioGio..."

"Can I call you Bella?" He asked.

"Sure." You nodded.

"Get on with the deal already! I don't have all day." said Abbachio, irritated.

Giorno shot him a sharp glare.

"May I know the names of your men?"

"Trish is here too, you know." He pointed her out. "She's my best friend, like my sister."

"Hey, bitch." She scoffed fakely. Everyone gasped again.

"Hey, ugly." You grinned and she put a hand on your arm playfully.

"I'll ask later..."

"Anyway," he put his hand on the shoulder of a man with a bob cut, wearing an expensive suit, the belt Trish bought for him visible, "This is my consigliere, Bruno Bucciarati."

He looked down and kissed your hand tenderly, "Pleased to meet you, Donna."

You smiled. "How charming..."

Giorno felt a pang of jealousy in him, then spoke again, putting his arm around the one in the beanie, "My caporegime, Mi—"

"Guido Mista. Head of Execution. Didn't know there would be such a pretty face running Il Terrore. Bellissima." He pushed Giorno aside and kissed your hand. Giorno's face twitched.

Narancia pushed Mista and kissed your hand as well. "I'm—"

"Narancia Ghirga," You interrupted warmly, squeezing his hand.

"Eh? How do you know who I am?" He questioned.

You looked at Trish, then back at him and winked without a word.

Fugo quickly shoved Narancia aside, cursed at him, then bowed formally, taking your hand and kissing it. "Pannacotta Fugo. Head of intelligence. It's an honor to meet you, Donna."

"Wow! So polite~" You teased slightly, smirking. You pulled away and looked up at the purple haired man. He was just standing there, looking at you angrily.

You maintained your expression and looked up at him, holding out your hand. He crossed his arms, your charms clearly not working its magic on him.

You felt a little discouraged, retracting your hand then turning to Giorno again.

He swallowed dryly then spoke up. "S-So, may I know the names of your friends here as well?"

"Yes," you directed your hand to Vince, "Vincenzo Sayyid, my capo."

"Ciao." He said.

You then looked at Alima, "Alima Dokhtari, my sister in law. She runs the treasury and whatnot."

"Glad we can meet like this, Don Giovanna." She smiled polite.

"So, Bella, I just want to be up front... Are you sure you are willing to give me everything you've offered?" He asked tentatively.

You took a sip of wine. "Yes, would you like me to give or take a few rekuwiam— Excuse me, Requiem arowszu— Arrows? Sorry," You put your hand on your chest and cleared your throat, "Tasuketekure..." You muttered to yourself.

"Nihongo de hanishimasu ka? Sono accento..." He grinned.

Your eyes widened. "Kimi wa.. nihonjin desu..ka? Maji de?"

Bucciarati and others looked at each other with confusion at the sudden language change.

He laughed and shook his head, "Iyaa. Hafu desu. Boku no oka san wa nihonjin desu."

"Sou desu ne.. Subarashi desu. You don't look half Japanese at all." You were in awe.

"Haha, I get that a lot. Anyway, about the deal..." He went quiet as a waiter approached with the bottle of wine.

"Can I refill your glasses?" He asked. Giorno nodded and put out his glass.

"Sir, do you allow smoking out here?" You asked as he poured the wine in your glass.

"Yes, go ahead. I'll bring you an ashtray."

You took out a cigarette and stuck it in your mouth, Cheri Lady appearing for a split second to light it with a flick of her finger. You pretended to not notice.

Giorno was stunned. Bucciarati looked at the men beside him in shock.

You turned your head away and blew smoke out your mouth, mindful of Giorno.

"So, as I promised," you said, "your 10 million lira," Vince opened a briefcase and the cash was seen in there, "your stand arrows," another briefcase opened, showing the arrows.

Giorno, utterly appalled, could not find any words.

You were insanely beautiful. He was allured, enchanted. Blood rushed to his face and it reddened.

"GioGio?"

He snapped out of his daze and nodded, "Er, y-yes. Everything looks perfect, Bella."

"Are you sure you don't need anything else? I can add an extra 5 million—"

"No, I insist. You've offered more than enough. I'm grateful you are willing to give all of this to Passione." His expression lightened with gratitude.

"If that's what you wish." You said, taking a drag from your cigarette, holding it between your fingers.

He noticed your almond shaped nails were painted nearly the exact same red as the wine. Must reflect off of your personality...

"Can we please get to the topic we discussed, Giorno?" asked Fugo condescendingly.

"Uh... Yes." He said.

You looked at him with curiosity.

He cleared his throat and your eyes met. "There has been an issue in our community regarding traitors."

You abruptly coughed smoke out of your mouth. "I-I'm sorry?"

"Y/n, forgive me if I'm being insensitive, but there have been various punks caught with kilo after kilo of drugs claiming that they're from Il Terrore... and that you put them up to this."

Vince suddenly gasped loudly and yelled out, "What an outrageous claim! Y/n—“

"Vince!"

"Y/n, what is this absurdity?! No such thing is happening in—“

You breathed in shakily, trying not to lose your temper as you slammed your hand down on the table.

"Vince, if you don't get the fuck out of my face and let the Don talk, I'm going to punch you." You murmured calmly, looking away from him.

He backed away slowly and Alima scowled, grabbing his ear, pulling on it while hitting him.

You sighed, putting out your cigarette bud. You put a hand over your mouth with humiliation, then lit another cigarette.

"I'm so sorry about him, GioGio, he has no manners whatsoever," you inhaled, "But as for such claims... They are all completely false. Drug dealing of any kind has been prohibited since the founding of Il Terrore, even during my father's reign... and I'm sure you've heard of his tyranny."

Giorno was internally giggling and kicking his feet, he knew he was in love already. He was blushing and staring deep into your eyes.

"I do hope you'll believe me, Giorno."

He smiled wide and nodded, "Of course, gorgeous."

You cracked up a little as Abbachio smacked the back of his head.

"S-So, um, I was thinking..." His voice trailed, and he was turning red like a tomato.

"What the Don wants to say is we were discussing going on a mission early tomorrow morning to confront some people holding drugs in their storage spaces." Bucciarati continued, standing behind Giorno and putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Sure." You said, then stood up as he did.

"I'll see you tomorrow, GioGio." You smirked softly and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Giorno was speechless as he watched you walk away.

[bratzinmoodboards]

Hey luv, ur moodboards r killa 😍

Please make a Aries Sun, Cancer Moon+Rising.

Thank u xo

ARIES ☀️

CANCER 🌙

CANCER 🚀

[tetsuskei]

hello hello my sweetest risu~! i missed u dearly how r u~? ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა i saw u have been having apartment adventurez & i am beyond excited on ur behalf! i hope everything has been going smoothly ♡ much luv xo!

my sweet banini, thank you sm :> i just took a break from organizing my closet and the disasterous amount of clothes that i own >_> ! i hope you have been well and have been taking care of yourself 💝

[screampied]

OHMY VU KNCK YOUT THEME LETS FUCKING GO 🗣️‼️‼️‼️ YOUR THEME GOES ABSOLUTELY SO HARD AS ALWAYS TF???????

also

hii vegas 🥹 so damn sorry for being less interactive with you, been so busy with lots of shit then when i come back to tumblr, i get slapped by your gojo angst?

CRUEL

you claim you dk how to write angst but your angst fic said the otherwise???? hnn you're amazing im still hiccuping as i write this :((

#vegasisgege

CHIYO MY LUV HEY 🔥🔥🔥 ‘s been a while how u beeeeen? ur back from ur hiatus I MISSED U BRU

thank yew thank yew !!!!! ur so sweet mwah xo. and don’t ever apologize i completely understand ! glad ur doin' okay tho, merry christmas 🤍.

LMAO OH GAWD REALLY IM FUCKING SORRY. it was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being a fic and 🧍‍♀️.

plz i reallyyyy don’t, was my first angst fic that’s excitingggg. listening to cigarettes after sex while writin it made me wanna claw my eyes out jfc. YOURE SO SWEET THO ): thank yew chiyo much love to yewwww

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love u izzy <33

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[koiiiji]

You don't write on the “windbreaker”? 🥹

why bro?😭😭

check this out hahahahag here is literally huge masterlist for windbreaker

im generally not writing a lot rn because of exams session (lier, i prob will do it in june lol) and work, but still trying to be active here too, i just more focused on lookism rn, because its new fandom for me and i have more inspiration, bc u know a lot of new content to explore and have inspo from

i still love windbreaker and reading new chapters, and biggest part of my followers follows me bc of windbreaker fics (and also important to say Sangho is still my hubby, don’t interact with him im jealous😤🎀🫶🏻)

sooo yeah, check author’s notes in this post, i wonder why nobody asked anything, bc i wanna do something like small event bc we celebrating 400(405 already) followers!!!

luv y’all

⊹ xo - xo ⊹

[imightgetbetter]

idk where the missus and attie are (off being legends ig) but anyway matty decides he's going to take baby len (like 18 months/2 year old len bcos she can walk) for a walk and they end up at the library and he's so patient and gentle with her and encouraging his little shy girl to choose some books to take home (which she gets into pretty quickly because she is her mother's daughter) and then they get them all checked out and she gets a little bit sleepy so he picks her up and lets her nap but one-handedly just wanders around the library choosing books for himself too. idk i just saw a man hold a sleeping child and manage to read a virginia woolf book the other day and it was lowkey hot. anyway luv u bye xo

that’s actually so sexy .. matty just walking around with lennon in one arm and he’s picking up books that he thinks the missus will like and maybe one or two for him and definitely a bunch for attie because she’s beginning to read very small books on her own and lennon stirs up just a little and he’s like, “hi my sleepy girl, you have a nice nap on daddy?” and she knuckles at her eyes and nods and he kisses her cheek and says “let’s take a picture for mummy, hm?” and he takes a picture and she still smiles even though she’s just waking up and she looks just like the missus like that and the missus responds immediately saying he’s such a sexy dad and he laughs it off but he knows that she’ll be saying worse things later