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simp4konig · 8 months

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Self-aware König X Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: ~2800

König slowly comes to the realisation that he was in a game, that he was never real, and that he'll never be with reader.

His sense of self deteriorates as all he wishes for is to escape from the boundaries of his code and be real.

In this instance, ignorance really *was* bliss.

*Slow burn

*König has a mental breakdown at one point lmao

Edit on same day: HOLY SHIT thank u for so many notes!!!!!!!!!!! 🥹🥹💞💞💞💞💞 You guys are so nice 🫣🫣

*Self-aware AU belongs to @puff0o0 !!!🥳🥳 (The girl behind the disguise🥸... Was rthis loser all along!!!!! 😈😈imagine giving permission to 👍THIS 👍idiot to write Ur fic idea lol u made a mistake 💀💀💀ok but idid my best not to ruin their awesome au with this pathetic controbution and jope I honoured it well 😭😭 but fr i had been stalking their profile since the begigning of their self aware! au and ivloved their acc 🥺🥺I love their imagines and how they fulfill the request yet leave enoith for imaginstion !! (which, don't mind if I do🤠all of the König scenarios added tovmy incessant daydreamimg hhhhhhhhh oh no),, and when they followed me I was staring at my phone with the BIGGEST goofy grin on my face 🥹🥹Thank YOU sm!!!!! 🫂MUCH LOVE!!!!!!!!!!💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

*To anyone waiting (I've gotten such lovely messages from people saying they liked my first fic (which made me so happy as it was the first ever fanfiction I published online🥹🥹)), Part TWO of my first fic is on its way !!!,, I didn't want to make u guys all fluffy 🥰🩷💘✨🤗 inside only to tear your hearts 💔🥀🗡️🗡️😭 in two witj this 😿 dw I promise to reward u guys with another fic and cute himbo (and absolute menace while on the battlefield 👹)König <33, with King X König having more wholesome interactions in the near future!!

If you had told König that he wasn't real, he would have looked at you blankly and said nothing, passing off your suggestion as a joke of sorts that he possibly couldn't understand.

Perhaps if he was ever faced with a situation like this he'd question you about it, but nothing more, and drop the subject at hand.

Honestly, the likelihood of him ever thinking over this twice would have been slim, as he would not pay your philosophy much thought shortly afterwards.

In fact, he believed that his life as a Kortac operator was indeed a real one, and he wore his embroided Austrian flag on his shoulder with something next to pride, always praised for his outstanding efforts by his superiors in the same tone of voice. To König, however, it meant nothing, and he'd only nod his head in an attempt at gratitude, turning his back to the commemoration in indifference.

Despite not remembering anything of his childhood, his upbringing — hell, even any of his past prior to becoming a soldier — König didn't ever think over it too deeply. The overwhelming pressure to make sure missions went without a hitch and constant deployments to foreign countries left no time to reminisce, especially not when his work was so demanding, and it only made sense to him that they were the reason for his forgotten memories.

Besides, even if he had time to spare and be inactive, he had to stay focused, as being an operator meant that he couldn't let any nostalgia or softness distract him from his tasks.

On the battlefield, König worked on autopilot, performing finishing kills with efficiency and with machine-like precision. Reacting quickly to enemies ambushing him from behind or an enemy that was laying on the floor behind the corner waiting to shoot him in the head, he'd eliminate the targets with bullets to spare. Really, he was unstoppable, and he was on a killing streak.

Until he was shot in the head one day.

The moment it happened, the shot was like an explosion that almost obliterated his eardrums, outside noise deafened like his head was underwater. All he could hear was the high-pitched ringing, and it held an uncanny resemblance to the beeping of a heart rate monitor machine that he would never lay next to, dying instead on a bed of cold rubble and broken shrapnel.

Somehow conscious enough to look around, his mind was completely empty, eyes attempting to adjust. What he'd assumed would happen in a time like this was his mind flashing with memories like a movie reel in his last moments, his entire life playing out in his final dying seconds.

Yet he remembered nothing. No Mama, no Papa, no childhood or any his life trials, nothing that had changed him and moulded his character, not even his motive for enlisting into the military in the first place.

The part that was most unnerving about all this was his complete apathy to it all.

Did he even care that he was dying? Shouldn't he at least feel regret at having essentially been the one to pull the trigger, cutting his own life short with the lifestyle he had committed himself to? Why wasn't he scared, sad, even bewildered at the very least, shocked that his life would soon end so unceremoniously? Fuck, not even mild disappointment at least at not even had travelled the world, and failing to ever explore any place besides abandoned buildings housing hostages and terrorist bases swarming with foes? Nothing at all?

Unable to process his situation, König just... laid there, unmoving, while his surroundings moved in double speed. Nondescript figures holding rifles wearing camo and balaclavas blurred in his vision, and he couldn't differentiate the enemy from his own.

Slowly losing consciousness, he felt his world darken around him, dulling his senses to the mayhem unfolding in real time. He'd accepted his fate, and could do nothing about it. That was that. And this was it.

It was a shock to his system when a silhouetted hand pulled him up by the arm limp by his side and shouted in his face, "Get up, soldier! This is no place to die!"

König didn't need to be told twice. He nodded his head robotically, his eyes looking ahead of him with a thousand-yard stare, and not even sparing a glance to the anonymous ally that saved him, he picked up the his gun off the floor and loaded another magazine into it with a satisfying click.

In his delirium, he worked on autopilot after that, shooting at anything that shot at him first. Too much in a daze, he was past the point of realising that the gaping bullet wound had suddenly sealed itself, vanishing entirely and leaving no mark that it was ever there.

After that, König didn't realise that he wasn't real when any injuries still didn't affect him. He assumed that his insensitivity to wounds was a result of a high pain tolerance, and his body healing miraculously was his ability to regenerate fast.

Although he would lay on the ground, his arm outstretched while through gritted teeth shouting: "Scheisse! Ich brauche hier Hilfe! I need some help over here!"; truth be told, he'd only do so when he after getting used to seeing so many bodies writhe in pain like so, and something for some reason told him that it was the right thing to do.

Waking up moments after not far from the spot he supposedly died in a daze, all bullet wounds gone, he didn't have time in the moment to think over the specifics of his death. Maybe he was hallucinating, or remembering things incorrectly.

König began to suspect that something was wrong when he'd hear his operators say the same sentence word for word. He rationalised that the constant shooting that never ceased even late into the night and dangerous missions that left him with far too many close calls put pressure on his mind. This mania amongst soldiers in the military was a common phenomenon after all, so it shouldn't have been as much of a surprise for König when he felt waves of déjà vu at hearing statements he could have sworn were related to him before at one point, and going to infiltrate areas that were vaguely familiar.

At some point, he thought something was REALLY wrong when he was storming a military base with... a sniper rifle.

Time stood still as he inspected the weapon in his hands, eyes wide.

That... was impossible. He had never been a sniper. True, he had wanted to be one from the beginning, yet he had adapted to his role as the main means of assault, always on the offensive rather on the defensive. So then... Why?

Adding to that, his appearance would differ. They were subtle changes at first, yet still noticeable: a red helmet instead of his black; an ochre hood instead of his black veil with its signature red streaks; a sniper camoflauge when that disguise had never been in his possession before; and even a gas mask with a hazmat suit when he had been wearing something else altogether on the helicopter heading towards its destination.

Although König hadn't know it yet, his reality was slowly shattering along the cracks, but he stubbornly fought the gnawing feeling that ate him up from the inside. He had to stay focused, he repeated to himself. No time to ponder when a task was at hand.

"All units ready your weapons, and in position immediately." Through his walkie-talkie, a voice began counting down the time left before the mission would begin. "60 seconds."

König checked all of his gear, making sure that everything was in place and he was fully equipped. A rifle, a side-arm, ammo, grenades, a med kit for an emergency and a knife. "40 seconds."

Looking up into the sky and straight into the sun, he didn't need to cover his sight as his eyes weren't affected by it at all. Yet, his eyes squinted in confusion, sensing that he was seeing something that he wasn't meant to see behind the glowing eye. "20 seconds."

He saw more than an eye. An ear, a nose, then a mouth. A face.

He saw you.

You were looking at him through a screen, holding a controller and waiting to start playing your game.

His reality shattered all at once, and he stumbled on his feet, unable to regain his balance, feeling himself go weak in the knees. He tuned out the all-important seconds through the communication device, unable to compose himself as for the first time ever he struggled to breathe.

Suddenly, all of it made sense.

People telling him the same things and never deviating from the topic of the mission, the reawakenings, the pain insensitivity — all of it was because none of it was never real.

People never branched off into other topics of conversation because their sole existence was limited to a few hand-selected voiceliness and idle animations. With each upgrade and level up, König had gotten praise from from him superiors, which explained how emotionless their announcements always sounded and why they were so constant.

The frequent brushes with death weren't a matter of luck, and instead it was just his entity respawning until a certain condition was met, until either Kortac or Specgru came out victorious — otherwise, he could "die" as many times as it took until the time ran out.

He was unfazed by bullets that grazed him and knives that tore though his flesh as he could physically feel no pain, his very existence artificial, his skin composed of pixels with no human matter hidden beneath them.

And, his inability to trace back to before he was transferred to Kortac was all because it was all he was programmed to know. There was no childhood. There was no Mama or Papa. It was just him in this world, and he had been manufactured, his thoughts and behaviours fabricated.

For a moment, he considered you the creator of his word, his God, and felt forsaken. He wanted to curse you, to snap your neck in his hands and watch your head drop lifelessly in his hold.

Yet it became apparent that you weren't the one behind this realm. Seeing the headphones strapped to your head and the controller held in anticipation in your hands, you were simply indulging in a past time, and weren't to blame for his state in any way. It wasn't your fault that you were unknowingly playing as a König trapped in the game.

You let out a groan of frustration, mashing buttons on your controller in an attempt to get König to move.

"What the fuck is going on?!" You hissed, trying in any way you could to start playing. Checking your router and the game's ping, you saw that your connection was secure, and that there was no reason for König to be frozen in place. "Fucking piece of shit console."

König shook his head, still disbelieving and unable to accept his fictional reality, yet hearing the sound of your voice made everything an even tougher pill to swallow. He had to stay in character. For you; it was the least that he could do.

After the initial lag at the beginning of the match, the game went smoothly and you couldn't find any faults. However, you suddenly noticed that your movements over König improved, moving with more fluidity and suddenly taking less damage than what you would normally use to. Headshot after headshot and kills all of the time poured onto on your screen until you'd find yourself being ganged up by bitter players wanting to ruin your streak as revenge.

Still, you topped the leaderboards with a new personal record that night. 97 kills to 0 deaths flashed on your screen, and you jumped up from your gaming chair, ecstatic, almost knocking it over in the process.

König felt butterflies in his stomach seeing you smile and jump around excitedly, and that's when he had found his purpose.

From that moment on, you became his lifeline. You gave the unfeeling König something to live for, a motive to keep fighting that he hadn't been given when being created in the game — for you and your greater good.

Really, you made him feel things: made him feel alive; made him fight with more passion and determination when your happiness was on the line.

He fell... In love.

The feelings and emotions he felt in his chest chest were genuine, and weren't pre-written in a script or manipulated by a third-party. Even the bullets that would pierce through his gear and leave him on the ground withering in agony was worth it, and he'd exchange his invincibility any day to feel what he felt when he saw your face, and the smile that tugged at your lips when you were revived or got a difficult kill.

His love for you was immortal, and it would persist through generations and could last for a lifetime, and König was almost certain that you could feel all of his energy channelling through your TV.

He found himself lovingly staring at you through the screen, admiring you as if you were an ephemeral being, a beautiful angel, even when your hair was greasy, your old tee had armpit stains and your eyes were bloodshot from how long you had been playing. Really, none of that put König off — if anything, all of those made you so distinctly you, so human.

Yet, König was in love with someone that was practically in another dimension and he would never speak to them, never touch them, never share thoughts and pass the time doing everything and nothing with them. None of that, because he wasn't real.

Had his life improved now they he had grown self-awareness? Had his ignorance really been bliss before his revelation? Perhaps if he had been another NPC that only gained manipulated consciousness whenever the player spawned in the map he wouldn't be so stricken with grief and crouched over in agony, the knuckles on his hands turning white from how fervently he was gripping his mask. He'd hyperventilate off-screen, sometimes the torment being too much.

Being so close to you yet being restricted to his three-dimensional world was bittersweet at the least, and internal suffering at most. His insatiable craving to be with you, and you with him only, fuelled his desperation, and he tried to keep you with him for as long as possible through any means necessary.

When you selected an operator that wasn't König, your game glitched heavily and would even crash whenever you made the mistake of even complimenting their design, and God forbid whenever you tried to play as someone other than him, as your console would near explode.

When you'd boot up a different game on your PlayStation, your loading screen would suddenly transport you back to the one of MW2, König greeting you with a voiceline that he reserved and perfected just for you:

"Welcome back, schatz. I have been waiting for you." Because he treasured you, and you were the only person that he could ever have feelings for.

Perhaps a recent update was fucking up your console, or it was just malfunctiong due to age. Either way, playing on an eight year old PS4 meant it could only run for so long and glitches like this were inevitable, yet you persisted in keeping the console running, not in your budget to afford to upgrade.

You'd search frantically on the internet for any information about the new König voicelines and whether there was any resolution for your problem when playing CoD, something telling you that your game was not functioning in the way that it should.

A thought crossed your mind that König had gone rogue, and you tried to laugh it off. Swallowing thickly, that still didn't relieve the deep pit in your stomach. If anything, the mere idea made it worse for you, and you'd get an intense gut feeling that would make you feel dizzy whenever König would make eyes contact with you and stand there, making you question whether he was acting out of character or not.

His attempts to keep you with him were commendable, yet none of it could change the fact that it would never be anything more than one-sided pining, a deep longing for a person whose world kept spinning while his stopped once you logged off the game, his day ending abruptly and being consumed by darkness.

For now, König had to content himself with being stuck behind a screen. He wished so desperately to be able to touch you, to escape this human generated world that trapped him in these bounds, and to find who he really is when with you. Shrouded in this deep black void, all he could do was wait patiently until you'd boot up the game again.

A hand was placed on his side of the screen longingly, resting it gently on the face on the other side.

Note: this wasn't meant to be so sad ,how did an idea of König popping out from the screen turnvto this 😭😭

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ownedbyfictionalwomen · 8 months

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would you like to write something like:

modern abby and her best friend are both working on their athletic careers but trying to always be there for each other!

until one day- volleyball player! reader had an important game and abby forgot about it, going out with her friends after her training session! but when she goes (running) to the place of the match there's no one other than a sad reader (her team lost) and they start arguing but then abby kisses her 😔

[thank you for everything you post 🤍 wish you a lot of happiness (and yes i'm in love with your acc)]

would i like to write something like this??? ughhhhh... yes please, baby. I'm sorry it took me so long to get to the request... i have just been in such a rut recently but sexy abby anderson can always break me out of it.

let's go :)

warnings: fem!reader, alcohol, love, mutual pining, tongue sucking and some making out, an ass grab, boobie talk, a baseball reference

the match wasn't going the way you wanted needed it to. it didn't matter how many points you won, the other team just seemed to do one better... and it was eating at you.

and what was worse? you couldn't see her in the crowd.

abby. your best friend. your personal cheerleader. nowhere to be seen. and that somehow felt worse than all of your hard work training for this match going to waste.

the referee blew her whistle long and hard, signalling the end of the game as the other side of the net erupted into cheers and celebrations, and it broke your heart. you had lost before, you were a well-seasoned athlete in your last year of college, a professional contract just out of reach, but each loss hurt just as bad as the one before it.

but if a loss was a broken heart, a forgotten promise was your heart being ripped out; she swore she would be here, at the back of the bleachers where she usually sat, her fingers crossed in the hope that you would once again lead your team to victory. instead, she was...

---

... at the fucking bar. her teammates all crowded around a table, pizzas and vodka-sodas covering the expanse of the dark wood as they all celebrated a successful practice and a week free from competition.

abby had gone a little too hard, she and her co-captain jokingly practicing their victory speeches and doing a shot or two of tequila before falling into an easy yet slightly slurred chat.

"so, you going to that party becky was talking about tomorrow?" abby asked, throwing her pizza crust onto the tray in front of them and taking another drink from the waitress who offered her one.

"you mean the party on friday?" her friend laughed, jokingly sliding abby's drink away from her, hinting at the fact that abby might have had a little too much.

she couldn't help the chuckle that burst out of her lungs at (what she thought was) a joke.

"yeah, tomorrow." abby paused, her eyes widening, "tomorrow is friday."

"abs... tomorrow is thursday," was what she heard, solidifying her nightmare.

but it still took abby a good 30 seconds to take in the news, and another 30 seconds to realise the grave mistake that she had made; wednesday, your match. shit.

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the steel of the door smashed against the palms of her hands as she flung the sports hall's door open, rushing inside and making it only to the edge of court before she saw you, head in your hands and weeping. if abby listened closely enough, she could hear your quiet sniffles.

"everyone else's friends managed to come," you rushed out, albeit quietly, only just lifting your head enough to meet her eyes, "so you better have a damn good excuse."

abby dropped her head, her right hand automatically sliding around the back of her neck to try to expel some of her awkwardness and guilt. she didn't say anything, she couldn't, because she had no reason good enough for upsetting her best friend.

"nevermind. i can smell the fucking tequila from here." you raised your voice, letting your anger take control as you shoved your sports bag onto your shoulder and made to leave, only making it two steps before abby came up behind you, grabbing your wrist.

"i have no excuse, okay? i forgot, and i'm sorry." choosing the honesty route, she let the words hang in the air behind you, your eyes still pointed away from her.

"we lost, abby." the anger that was once at the wheel wasn't there for long as your earlier disappointment floated back into your head. you stepped back into abby's chest as she laid her chin on top of your head and wrapped an arm around your chest, your back plastered to her front.

"i'm so sorry, honey."

"i needed you here, abs." you whispered, turning around in her embrace to look into her eyes, your arms instinctively going around her waist, holding her closer.

it happened slowly: that first look down at your lips, stealing the words off her tongue as she shot her eyes back up to yours, seeing that they too were now pointing down slightly. and then she couldn't stop herself from leaning in closer, and closer, until your mouths touched gently, your recently glossed lips sliding over hers.

she had once thought about your first kiss, thinking it would never come but hoping so desperately that it would. it would be soft and slow and tender- and it was all of those things, for the first ten seconds.

and then abby felt your hand slip into her hair behind her braid and your breasts squish against her hard chest, your nipples grazing against hers through your sports bras.

you made abby lose it; sucking her tongue into your mouth and sucking on it, tasting her desperately as her hands slid to your ass, squeezing roughly and making you yelp and lose contact.

"okay okay, wait," you said, a hand on abby's chest, keeping her at bay. "i'll forgive if you let me go to third base."

abby laughed, out of breath, "i don't play baseball but you can eat me out."

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i-am-a-l0st-gh0st · 9 days

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Good morning, this is my second Gaming request for the day. Warning: Anti-Yun Jin, sort of. It's much longer than my previous requests. Please kindly consider this Gaming angst request: Basking in his newfound relationship with Yun Jin, Gaming completely forgets that he's been betrothed to you ever since you were babies.

So, when he brings Yun Jin with him to Qiaoying Village to the Lantern Rite reunion festivities and to formally introduce her to the villagers as his girlfriend… absolute chaos: the village elders and your father start screaming how dare he dishonour you. Yip Tak gives his son a stern look before asking if he had forgotten about his betrothal.

You use the chaos to slip out as you already knew this would happen; Gaming's letters to you had, over time, grown shorter and less frequent. You return home to bring out four things: your family's copy of the betrothal contract, the unfinished wedding dress you had been sewing, a pair of scissors and your family's portable fire pit.

Returning to the reunion, you set the fire pit right in the middle of the hall and light it up. You then proceed to tear the betrothal contract into four and throw the quarters into the fire pit. The unfinished wedding dress; cut into pieces and into the fire. You give Gaming a firm and unforgiving look before untying the promise bracelet he gave you from your wrist and cut it into half (signifying you want nothing to do with him from henceforth) and drop it into the fire.

A couple of years later, you are now the dim sum chef at Liuli Pavilion; your dishes are a must-have on every dining table. It is at this time, Gaming comes back to you, begging for reconciliation. Apparently, he and Yun Jin had broken up because she has decided to marry the man the troupe Elders chose for her. You remind him that he had long burnt his bridges with you and slam the door in his face.

Please also kindly take as long as you need with this request; I have no qualms in waiting. Furthermore, by no means feel obligated to prioritize this request over your other requests.

You're just another picture to burn- Gaming x Fem!reader

There's no time for tears T/w- Anti yun jin (sorta), ex gaming, called off wedding Summary- As shown above

A/n- I have made a Hsr oneshot acc, I'll link it here when I set it up properly.

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They were so happy. They thought their ‘love’ would never end. That it would be something that lasts forever. Gaming and Yun JIn were all over each other every day of the week. So when he announced he’d be marrying her, the village elders looked to you in sadness. You were the one he was supposed to marry… Not her… What did he see in her? All she could do was dance… she wasn't special.

“You’re supposed to marry y/n! You know this Gaming!”

“But what if I don't want to? I don't love her, I love Yun Jin.”

It hurt more than it should’ve, but you had to get it in your head. He doesn’t love me and he never will. Taking the chaos as a sign to slip away, you hid in the sanctuary of your room. You could see the photos your mother had forced you to put up of you and Gaming. Tears were flooding your eyes, you ripped all the photos down, placing them in a crumpled heap on the ground.

Put on a manakin next to you was the wedding dress you were trying to make. You’d wanted to keep it traditional, so it was a bright white colour. The sleeves were going to be down on your shoulders with white flowers embroidered. The chest of the dress was also covered in the white flowers. The gown reached down to just above the floor so it wasn’t dirted at the wedding. You supposed it would go to waste now. You threw it on the pile of photos.

You rummaged through the drawers and found the contract you had both signed at 11 for your wedding. Ripping it into pieces with rage you placed it on the pile. You had also grabbed a pair of your scissors on the way out. Heading out to the yard near the fire pit just harshly placed the items you brought. First the photos. You could see the town watching you doing this. Gaming looked hurt. But nothing could compare to the way he had hurt you.

You watched the memories slip away. Your smile, his laugh, the way he held you. They were nothing but embers now. The four pieces of the betrothal contract were also put. Now your wedding was nothing more than a memory. You picked up the scissors that you had and started snipping the wedding dress you had worked hard on. The fabric quickly faded to black in the fire. You didn’t feel sadness anymore but mainly anger.

“I want nothing to do with you nor your girlfriend.”

Many years ago he had given you a promise bracelet and told you he’d be yours forever. You cut it in half dropping it along with the rest of the items. Watching your past slowly burn away.

“Y/n you're being ridi-” Gaming said, but was quickly interrupted by an elder.

“You have no right to speak about being ridiculous.”

4 years later

You both had grown apart these last 4 years. Barely making eye contact with one another as you walked by. News reached your ears that Yun Jin and Gaming had split. It made you happy to see them fall but at the same time, they seemed like they loved each other, a lot.

While lost in thought you heard someone call your name. “Y/n? Is that you!”

Gamings voice was unmistakable. The joy that was always in his voice, he could always lighten up a room very easily. That was one of the things you used to love about him.

“Y/n… Im sure you’ve heard the news by now…”

“About you and Yun Jin?”

“Yes… that… I was thinking… Would you take me back?”

You couldn’t believe he was standing in your dim sum shop, after he dumped you all those years ago, and is now despite to rekindle that. The audacity of this boy was sad.

“No. My answer is no. You left all those years ago for a girl you thought you loved. That was your decision, not mine. We called off the wedding in your favour and I am not making your parents and mine go through that whole thing again.

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yourtwistedlies · 2 months

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❝ women’s hearts are lethal weapons ❞

val ! ✩ she/her ✩ minor ✩ jason grace’s gf (REAL) ✩ speak now obsessed ✩ gracie abrams lovebot ✩ summer baby ✩ certified procrastinator ✩ professional listener ✩ pathological people pleaser ✩ general amaya’s #1 fan ✩ fitz vacker defender ✩ honorary grammar police ✩ kpop stan (mostly ggs) ✩ my moots’ cheerleader ✩ under the illusion i can write ✩ somewhat smart ✩ cabin 13 girl ✩

dni: if you are racist, homophobic, xenophobic, support genocide and mass murder, sexist, 18+ only, religiophobic, creepy, toxic, or literally just a jerk, please leave!

byi: i swear sometimes!! i also adore using cute nicknames and pet names for my moots!! if you don’t feel comfortable w/ that or anything else, please let me know <33

moots - wattpad - ao3 - carrd - follower event (coming soon ⁉️) - 🇵🇸 | 🇺🇦 save the children!

•̩̩͙⁺ the basics ₊˚. ↴ ·˚༘

call me valerie/val or twisted!!

she/her, straight (heterosexual), minor (18+ only acc’s please do not follow), 18+ do not interact unless i interact first or we are moots (on my list or to be added- i am the judge of who is to be added), cancer (zodiac, but i don’t believe in them), Christian (i post about it sometimes), << summer baby, entp (mbti), 4w3 (enneagram), ambivert, slytherin, cabin 13, shade (guys i swear i wasn’t trying to be edgy or smth with the past two and this 😭😭 i took the official quizzes i promise lmao), swiftie, kpop fan, staying up writing until 4am gives me life, purple is the best color (this is not up to debate, only yellow even comes close), proud notes app writer, CATS > DOGS (occasionally my verdict changes), bunny lover, chronic platonic sofitzer, i’m either hyperactive or extremely tired (there is no in between), people say im smart, but sometimes i feel like the biggest idiot ever lmao, and ofc dex dizznee’s much needed publicist (my favorite role of mine ever)!!!

•̩̩͙⁺ music ₊˚. ↴ ·˚༘

taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, sza, conan gray, alicia keys, emei, gracie abrams, maisie peters, sabrina carpenter, laufey, queen riri (rihanna), adele, tiffany day, le sserafim, ive, newjeans, itzy, nmixx, stay-c, aespa, everglow, txt (baby fan), illit ＆ more kpop, lizzy mcalpine, pheobe bridgers, nessa barrett, pinkpantheress, claire rosinkranz, lyn lapid, alessia cara, reneé rapp, mckenna grace, and more!!

as i hope you can tell, i like a lot of music :)

•̩̩͙⁺ books ₊˚. ↴ ·˚༘

pjo, hoo, (never read toa, but yes, ik what happens in tbm), the rrverse, kotlc, city spies, ss (spy school), alex rider (not done with rr), the academy for the unbreakable arts,

and my many other fandoms i’ve forgotten about (dead magisterium fandom oop-)

i’ll add more fandoms as i remember them lol

•̩̩͙⁺ ships ₊˚. ↴ ·˚༘

rayllum, clauderry (stfu they’re adorable), percabeth (otp energy), sokeefe, dexiana, tiana (yes i know im the most indecisive bitch ever shut up you toad /jjjj i actually love u platonically), jason grace x ME (/j but i do love him lol), and more!!

•̩̩͙⁺ blogs ₊˚. ↴ ·˚༘

side blog: @yourtangledpromises

taylor blog: @iknowplxces

writing blog: @thejournalofvalerie (coming soon) (also, i won’t write anything 18+!! except curse words occasionally)

poetry blog: @yourwhisperedsecrets (coming soon)

moodboards/aesthetics blog: @yoursweetconfessions (coming soon)

and perhaps more?? (muahahaha)

•̩̩͙⁺ side note ₊˚. ↴ ·˚༘

if you’d like to be added to my moots list, or talk, please tell me (by wonder girls)!!

if we’re moots we’re actually bffs now (you just don’t notice it yet)

if i don’t respond to your ask/tag/rb/literally anything immediately i am not ignoring you!! i’m just lazy or busy and will do it later <33

im your biggest fan btw

1 Corinthians 16:14

with love,

valerie

#yayyyyy #pinned post time babyyyy #basically just me rambling abt myself lmao #pinned post #∿ 𖨌 {🧭} ₊˚.⋆☾ navigation ៸៸﹡.❤︎︎#ʋαʅ

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xoxojisu · 7 months

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𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔 💗 interactions blog she/her. korean. high school student. (sobbing) suna's sweetheart. chigiri's cutie. reo's rose. (it took so long to come up with 'rose' and yet its kinda lame) starbucks addict. (strawberry açaí, of course!) retail therapy enthusiast. infp-t and virgo. a physical touch + quality time type of girl. a lover of yours, always and forever.

"𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖."

💗 tags: #jisu talks! (rambles) . #ji.blogs! (reblogs) . #ji and friends (interactions with mutuals!) . #sent from the stars (anons + non-mutual users) . #jisu x ai (for character ai posts LOLL) #unsigned (for anything miscellaneous)

💗 i dont write on this acc, (other than maybe some ideas that pop up? like maybe random hcs or prompts) but you can find my old haikyuu and blue lock blog here!

💗 absolutely zero promises to be active on this account. there will be times when im either on it 24/7 or gone for so long im presumed dead. i will def be popping in every so often just to check on how some people are doing! will also be making life updates and just chatting with people about what's going on!

💗 i will follow people who have writing i enjoy reading. if ive forgotten that you blocked me on my old acc or if you just dont want me there, please, feel free to block me! not trying to stir up any conflict or anything :P

💗 this is a reminder that you are so so loved. i assure you that no matter what, there is always someone who loves you. if you're ever feeling down, or just need someone to lend an ear, (who wont be near you and affect your life) shoot me a dm or drop an ask in my inbox. even if you feel like the whole world is against you, this is a reminder that things will get better, and i, along with other people in your irl life, love you and care for you.

xoxo, jisu.

#to the moots from my old blog that are here now: i truly truly love you #just a sidenote: any hate will be blocked! i will be protecting my peace at all costs lol #this blog is a cozy and safe space. no drama - just pure friendship and fiction addiction. send in an ask and lets chat!#love always from jisu <3

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goodtimeswithhimbo · 9 months

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hello-! thought it was about time i made an abt me post (with my ONE follower but like- for future reference cmon)

so hello once again, im cyber / elton / wendyll- i use mirror prns so just- yeah.

i used to be a raging sanders sides fan with an addiction to discord and wattpad (i use ao3 now, i promise.) but as i have changed as a person-? (what am i saying) ive gotten into things like hermitcraft, the life series and a three years (AND RUNNING.) roleplay with my friends.

i enjoy writing but i am NOWHERE near confident enough to share what i write on here. my acc will mainly be random shitposts and me reblogging things i enjoy

i am a MINOR. and happily taken by a wonderful girlfriend

so i think this is all i have to say? idk whatever ill make a new one if i’ve forgotten stuff

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bonesandthebees · 9 months

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Oooeeee the WF fight. I havn’t read that I soooooooo long (which is a shame because that fight literally sparked me to send my first ask). I’d forgotten how complicated this family dynamic was. So rereading the fight made me want to reach into the screen and hit Tencho. Poor Wilbur man. He had so much trauma and anxiety and the fact that he didn’t feel like he could tell them with getting mad while Phil and Techno are completely unaware (and actively getting mad about it proving Wilbur right) just says a lot about their relationship.

Also, at this point I have to skip like half the asks to avoid Honey and Tangerines spoilers. I really should have just read it when it came out, but oh well. Also, I was already looking at the link, but Icyfoxy specifically pandering to me made me laugh out loud for a solid minute.

I promise nothing because I kinda want to try finishing my embroidery today (and I have a dyslexia friendly skin on my AO3 acc so I’ll have to test if I can read without it, but at this point I am very intrigued.

-🌲

god yeah I remember that fight is what sparked you to hop in here for the first time which made me SO happy. I was so excited to see someone looking that deeply at my work. the family dynamic in wf was very interesting to write and again while I definitely feel like I could've done it better, I'm still happy with how it ended up being anyway. seriously that fight showcased so much of the og sbi dynamic and how messy it was just arghhh them

I am so sorry you have to skip so many honey and tangerine asks rn 😭 but yeah icyfox has now called you out specifically. of course though as always don't actually feel pressured to read it, especially not if you don't even have your dyslexia friendly skin available rn don't give yourself a headache or anything 😭😭

hope the embroidery goes well!!

#ask #spruce anon

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ventii-lous · 1 year

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Levihan | One-shot | What matters the most

[Rewritten from my old Wattpad acc]

Levi approached his apartment building and stopped at the doorway, picking up some letters with the same message inside; bills, bills, bills. The apartment he and his girlfriend, Hanji, lived in wasn't anything special apart from the fact it was the cheapest they could afford at the moment. The apartment was faulty in more ways than one, this was not what they both dreamed off a year ago.

He looked up to the 2nd floor window where he saw Hanji cradling a baby. Their baby.

He saw his daughter wailing and he could already feel a migraine arriving again as it does everyday he comes back from work. He thought of the racket he would have to deal with upstairs, the bills, the reminder he was a failure of a father to his family.

So he turned away.

He found himself approaching a place he frequently visited, his friend, Erwin's house.

He pushed the door open that seemed to always be unlocked and left his shoes at the entrance. Levi smelt cigarettes from the garden and he followed the smell.

Erwin was leaning against wall, cigarette between his lips and staring at the blackening sky.

" Still smoking the same shit?" Levi said, standing next to him and grabbing the cigar.

"What are you doing here at this time? I thought u would be home with Hanji and Clara." He said, blowing a puff of smoke.

"Don't start. It's such a pain being home right now. All I do it stress about the bills and I can't remember the last time I even slept with my own wife Dammit. Hanji never has time for us."

Erwin sighed and put out the cigarette in Levi's hand.

The aura around Levi felt different and Erwin screwed up his face. A small itching feeling in Levi's feet was telling him he had said something he shouldn't have.

Levi stood uncomfortable for a minute and Erwin bore holes into the floor before he spoke again.

"Do you know how hard it is to care for a baby? Let alone, by yourself for most of the day?"

Levi shook his head subtly.

"Have you sat down one day and just helped Hanji with the daily baby work?"

Levi was silent yet again.

"Do you know Hanji calls me sometimes, sounding exhausted as fuck and still working all the time at home so you have dinner and a somewhat clean place to sit?"

Erwin chucked his cigar onto the concrete floor. "If you don't, don't come to me with any bullshit about 'Not having time for us'. A relationship works both ways Levi, I think you've forgotten."

Levi didn't mutter a word as he stood there ashamed. Everything Erwin said was right and as shameful as it is to admit it, Levi was being a dick to his family and his morals.

Without a word Levi walked to the front door and put his shoes on. He jogged at first, then sprinting down the road. He didn't stop, his thoughts were centred for 2 people. Hanji and his daughter.

His front door was open and the lights were on in the living room. It was unusually quiet.

He carefully stepped over a baby bottle and entered the room. Hanji was sprawled on the couch, Clara on her chest, both asleep.

A subtle smile grew on his face as he picked up Clara and kissed her on her forehead before placing her in her crib in their bedroom.

He had forgotten how adorable she looked and how tiny she was in his arms, he missed it and made a mental note spend more time with his daughter.

Levi returned with a blanket and lay it over Hanji, kissing her too on her cheek. She opened her eyes and smiled as soon as she saw Levi, exhausted but satisfied.

"I'm sorry Hanji." Levi said, he didn't have to state for what, she already knew. "I will work hard for us, I promise."

Hanji smiled again and pulled Levi, kissing him on his lips before putting on a playful face. "I'll trust you, Hubby."

OKAY SO IM BACK IN MY LEVIHAN PHASE AGAIN. EXPECT RANDOM CONTENT WHEN IM SICK OF WRITING GENSHIN CONTENT.

ANYWAYS YES- EMBARRASSINGLY ENOUGH I HAD WATTPAD WITH LIKE 2 ACCOUNTS. (They were successful surprisingly)

CYA IN THE NEXT UPDATE <33

#attack on titan #levi x hange #levi x hanji #levihan #Baby #levi ackerman #hanji zoe #levi aot #aot #fanfic

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