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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐟.

𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴!

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄.

[a] — angst

[f] — fluff

[s] — smut

more specific trigger warnings will be seen in the fic!

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. — [ 𝐚 ] >>> recently released

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓…𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏!

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ

…𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐁𝐅 / 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀!𝐁𝐅

𝖼𝖾𝗈/𝗆𝖺𝖿𝗂𝖺!𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗑 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 !

…𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄!𝐁𝐅

collegestudent!jungkook x collegestudent!reader

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 !

…𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋!𝐁𝐅

𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅!𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗑 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜. — [𝐟]

𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜.

⊹ pairing bts x reader

⊹ summary if you and they fall in love on the titanic

⊹ tags angst; not every couple gets a typical happy ending

⊹ warnings none

⊹ word count 1692

⊹ now playing my heart will go on by celine dion

ᴋɪᴍ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ "𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯."

both of you nearly miss the boat in the first place since he misplaced your tickets that morning. you’re both middle class passengers, so you are offered a space on the lifeboat but he isn't. you relinquish your spot on the lifeboat to stay with him as much as possible, preferring to die with him. he gives you his lifejacket and makes you promise that you’ll always keep it on. but as hard as the two of you try to stay together, when the ship sinks into the ocean, the currents tear you away from each other. as you’re shivering alone in the ocean, the lifejacket he gave you being the only thing keeping you afloat, you think about that and wish you never nagged him to hurry. you’re wallowing in self-pity and grief as you think he’s dead, when a lifeboat whistles at you and pulls you on board. it was one of the first to launch, hence why it’s so empty, though there are already other passengers that have been pulled on board, none of whom is namjoon. you are taken on board the carpathia, where by some miracle, you find namjoon and the both of you reunite in a bone-crushing hug and he proposes to you on the spot. the two of you live the rest of your days in the city, never stepping foot on another boat again.

ᴋɪᴍ ꜱᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴ "𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯."

he’s a first class passenger who falls in love with the third class passenger. sneaks you into first class dinners just as you sneak him into third class dinners. he finds himself genuinely enjoying the rambunctious energy in third class, while you find some amusement in the prim, properness, and underlying subtleties in first class. when his parents discover this little affair, they demand he break up with you but he refuses, and the two of you continue to see each other in private. when the ship hits, his family is the first one ushered onto a boat: just four of them on an entire boat. he tries to get you on board too, but you are denied. because this is early on in the sinking, neither of you think the worst yet. before he’s lowered, he promises to search for you and seals it with a kiss, and you believe him. you manage to get on a different rescue boat and are rescued. but he never keeps his promise. the two of you live out your lives in the same city, never meeting again.

ᴍɪɴ ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ "𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯."

he was one of the engineers on the ship and managed to get you a ticket because of that. he works during the day, but at night he’s all yours. takes you on tour around the ship and shows you secret rooms and passageways. both are you are on the deck when the iceberg hits, and he makes you promise to find a lifejacket immediately before rushing away to help contain the damage. that is the last time you see him. the ship descends into chaos soon enough, and you are lost in the crowd as he remains on board, sticking to his duty to the very end. he stays because his fellow engineers are also his brothers and he would never abandon them, but he also stays for you. he knows that he can’t do anything but delay the inevitable, but even as the room begins to fill, he’s still doing it in hopes that every second he delays is more time for you to get to safety and live. you are his last thought as the ocean claims him. despite his sacrifice, it still wasn’t enough, and you succumb to the same fate as you freeze in the ocean after having given up your raft for someone else. both of your bodies are found but you are never identified. your bodies are buried separately.

ᴊᴜɴɢ ʜᴏꜱᴇᴏᴋ "𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯."

you meet on board after a night of dancing and realizing that the other is the dance partner you’ve been searching for the entire time. you spend veery second of every day from then on together, dancing together every night and only knowing joy as you both make each other laugh. even though you’ve only known each other for days, he proposes to you and you accept, vowing to get married the day you return to shore. when the boat hits, he tries to get you on a boat but both of you know that neither of you will be able to get to one. not wanting to spend your last moments in fear and preferring to maintain that happiness the two of you have found in each other since you first met, the two of you spend your last moments dancing to the music still playing upstairs. even when the music dies, the two of you are still dancing to the music he hums underneath his breath. his song is the last thing you hear before the ocean joins you dancing. though you try to hold onto each other, your hands slip away from each other. neither of your bodies are ever found.

ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ "𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯."

he’s a second class passenger who you meet during dinner. he learns that you’re one of the nurses on board. you meet when he visits you because he has a sickness and you treat him. he thanks you by taking you out to dinner. your relationship consists of a lot of shy flirting and subtle touches and stolen kisses when you’re not working. he confesses in you his fear of dying from his sickness, and you reassure him that you’ll ensure he lives a long life and die of old age. when the ship hits, your first thoughts are to check the injured and help as many people on board. you manage to get him on a lifeboat by using the sickness he came to you as an excuse, saying he won’t survive the freezing temperatures. you reassure him that you’ll get on the next boat, and he reluctantly believes you. as his lifeboat is lowered down, your eyes meet as he looks up at you and you look down at him. he sees the flare going off in the sky behind you, and he sees the goodbye in your smile. he realizes that you’ve lied and tries to get off but they pull him back since he’s rocking the boat, and he screams your name over and over again until his voice is raw and sore. he is rescued. you are not. your body is found and he buries you. he keeps his promise to you and live a long, happy life before dying a natural death of old age.

ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ "𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯."

you meet on board after dinner when you both decide to get some fresh air on the deck. he’s already on the deck when you go out, leaning on the railing and looking absently at the ocean. you don’t mind him any attention at first, other than noting he was handsome. he is the first one to take notice of you, as when he’s about to head back in, he catches sight of you looking up at the sky and counting the stars and his attention is yours immediately. rather than going in, he requests for the rest of his dinner to be brought out to him and the two of you eat outside under the stars. when the evacuation begins, as a first class passenger, he is one of the first passengers who is offered a seat in a lifeboat that is far from full. however, he offers up his position to a third class passenger who is pregnant and instead goes to search for you. he finds you in your cabin and hugs you tightly, promising you that as long as he’s there, his arms around you, nothing bad will happen. you let yourself believe him as the two of you lay down on your bed and go to sleep before the ocean makes you. centuries later, in a documentary, your bodies are found together, his arms still wrapped around you.

ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ "𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦."

this man is jack dawson. is one of the first people to board because he wanted to sketch the passengers coming on board. was just minding his business until you boarded, and suddenly, you’re the only thing he’s capable of sketching. follows you around from then on, sketching you the entire while. he’s by your side when the ship completely sinks, and he’s holding your hand when both of you fall into the icy black water of the ocean.  you know this hopeless romantic is going to pull a jack and give you the entire door to float on even though both of you can fit. he justifies it as him being too bulky and if he goes on, you’ll both sink. he’ll reassure you that because of his bulkiness, he’s more able to preserve his body heat and survive in the water longer than you. holds your hands the entire time, blowing his warmth into them. and when you wake to hearing people calling you, just like the fate of poor leo, he had frozen while sleeping and there’s nothing more you can do other than promise you’ll keep him with you as let him go, watching him disappear underneath the dark ocean, before you call for help and get rescued. his body is never found.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗌. 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 9 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀

╰┈➤ 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧!

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬' 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐈.

⊹ pairing: morpheus x reader

⊹ summary: the much awaited, i-went-to-hell-for-inspiration, morpheus' love languages part 2: nsfw version. how he expresses his love languages when fucking you

⊹ tags: nsfw, morpheus is an adoring, reverent, woman-worshipping Endless who's always on his knees, the king of dreams is a giver

⊹ warnings: explicit language, explicit content (obviously), minors stay back (not that ever stopped me. if you are a minor, just know that sex might not be like this and do more research)

⊹ word count: 3027

⊹ previous part: morpheus' love languages part i.

⊹ now playing: take me to church by hozier

words of affirmation though he isn't the most vocal as an Endless, he does become vocal as a lover. or, specifically, he wants you to be. remember when i said he likes it when you talk to him? this applies here. (of course, by the time he's done with you, you won't be able to form words. but he'll accept desperate mewls of his name.)

call him by his name

not dream, but morpheus

gasp, groan, grunt, scream, whimper, murmur — every adjective of ‘said’ — say it in that way. he loves when you say his name and he the different ways you say it is akin to music. and if you whisper it right in his ear, his name hot against him so he can feel your desperation, he might just give you what you want and fuck you harder and faster

you tried to hold your moans back once

biggest mistake of your life

it doesn’t matter if you were only trying to hold back because you were in the library and mervyn, lucienne, and matthew were just three shelves down having a very serious meeting

though normally private in pda, perhaps that day morpheus was too frustration in being king and just wanted to be your lover. only a king had to worry about looking good in front of others. as your lover, all he had to worry about was pleasing you, and hearing the sounds you make was his signal that he was doing well

you thought that the sound of the shelves being rocked, your heavy breathing, and a book falling every now and then was telling enough what you were doing, and yes, you were a bit embarrassed to be found in such a compromising position with your skirt bunched up to your waist, one leg hooked around morpheus, and your head tilted to the sky as he attacked your neck

so when you bit down on your lip and slapped a hand over your mouth to hide your moans?

he is insulted (and you know how petty he gets) and fucks you even harder and faster than before

hoists both of your legs around his waist so he’s even closer and hits a spot in you that has you moaning obscenely and seeing stars. there’s no use hiding or explaining that away, but you don’t even think of the others anymore. all you can focus on is how he slams repeatedly into you again and again, one had rubbing furious circles on your clit, whispering orders in your ear to never deprive him of your sounds ever again

that as his lover, he owns every part of you (he definitely owns me), including those delicious sounds he purposefully and rightfully earns

and when you start making those sounds again, he is so fucking pleased with himself that he gets even harder

your hand falls from your mouth on its own and finds his hair, tugging on it, harder and harder as you reach your peak and he follows shortly after when you clench around him—all done with a loud cry of his name from you and your name coming out as a pleading grunt from him

when the two of you finally catch your breath, you peek around the shelves and find them gone

morpheus smirks at you before dragging you to the table for part two since “they’re not here anyway.”

always asks for consent

no matter how caught up he is in his emotions or pleasure, always asks you if you’re doing alright and if he’s doing alright touching your body

this man has a praise kink. tell him he’s doing well

tell him he’s fucking you so good as tears run down your cheeks and he’ll all but cum in you in that moment

tell him you were made for him as he bottoms out in you, and he’ll flip you over to your stomach and have his way and ruin you, leaving you a rambling mess who’s only coherent thought is his name

“you can take a little bit more of me, can’t you?” he whispers against your ear as you bite your lip to hold back your whimpers as he pushes inch by inch further, deeper, closer, into you. “you’ll do that for me?”

“you’re gonna make me cum” > “i’m going to cum”

he’ll make you squirt in thanks for reminding him that you’re orgasm is a product of his hard work

did you see how he pleaded with calliope to let him help her? imagine him begging to let him make you feel good

"i can make you feel so good, my love," he whispers as he puts one nipple in his mouth, suck and bite it gently, tugging on it, before releasing it and going to the other one. "let me?"

praise talk is his dirty talk. more into overstimulation and praise rather than edging and degradation cause he’s too in love with you to ever say those things or have you think, even for a second, that you are anything less than too good for him

type of person to say “i love you” as he fucks you

at the most intense moments, like when he’s about to orgasm, he mindlessly rambles out pleads for you to always stay with him and he needs you and you’re the only thing he needs (say less)

so tell him you need him. tell him only he can make you feel this good. because he’s definitely a giver, and the best compliment you can give a giver is to thank them for their service and tell them they’re doing a good job

physical touch this is an Endless who falls hard and intensely in love, as we see with his past lovers. it stands to reason that he'd fuck the same way. he makes sure that he is touching every inch of your body and you are touching every inch of him

has a thing for walls

likes to fuck you against them. either your back to it with your legs wrapped around his waist, or the side of your face pressed against it with your hands on either side as he takes you from behind

he will also eat you out with your back against a wall. makes it his personal mission to make your legs woozy enough that you literally collapse and he has to hold you up or you’re falling on the ground

overstimulation

worships your body

kissed every inch of your body once

on the days that you don’t feel the most confident, he’ll whisper his gratitude towards those parts against your skin until you believe him

is still a sucker for eye contact

looks up through his lashes as he eats you out

looks down at you as he fucks into you

but just because he wants to be gentle and passionate with you, doesn’t mean you can’t be rough with him. in fact, he welcomes it

tug his hair hard as he eats you out and you’ll hear the most guttural groan which you’ll feel vibrate in your cunt

dig your nails down his back and his hips will snap against yours in a speed that reminds you your lover is not a man, but an Endless

suck and bite his neck and enjoy watching him gasp and tighten his grip against your hips, enough to leave his handprint on your skin

however, there is one time you can elicit some roughness from him, and that’s when you ride him

you’ve ridden him on his throne

it was your idea the first time, and his idea every time after

legs on either side, his arms wrapped desperately against your waist as you slam down onto him and he slams up against you

he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head backwards (see gif as example), exposing the column of your neck which he can mark and litter with kisses and bites

a very passionate lovemaker and puts emotions other than lust into it. when you two have sex, he doesn’t just do it to get rid of frustration or because he feels lust for you, but because he loves you enough to want to share this other part of him that so few get

is the type to link your hands together while he slides in and out

presses his forehead against yours when on top of you. he expects you to do the same when you’re on top

if he’s not waiting at your cunt with an open mouth as you orgasm, then he’s kissing you, as if to swallow the sounds of pleasure you make and further drowning in you

can unclasp your bra with one hand

pulls your underwear down with his teeth

bites on thighs

and neck

and chest

i’m not saying this man cries during sex (not that there’s anything wrong with that). but he does constantly have glassy/teary eyes during the show, so don’t be surprised if he gets a bit overwhelmed with his feelings for you and shed a tear or two

just kiss it away

acts of service he's always worshipped you before his capture, but after, he turns into a sinner looking for absolution from the only higher being he'd beg from. and the first step to absolution is looking for it on his knees

the first time you have sex after you reunite, he begs for forgiveness for being gone from you so long in his throne room

sits you on his throne and sinks to his knees before you

doesn’t even bother locking the door because he has no shame in anyone seeing him beg for absolution to you

and he doesn’t hold back from it either, alright? this Endless is making the most obscene noises as he loudly slurps and groans at the taste of you and moans at the sounds of you and ruts against his throne at the feeling of you, you, you

the first time you cum, he doesn’t stop and keeps fucking you with his tongue until he triggers a second one less than a minute later

he’ll add a finger soon enough

crooks it at just the right spot that it presses against the spongy part of you that makes your back arch off the throne and cum for the third time. at this point, your cum has started to drip off his throne, and he thinks about adding it as a design to his chair (you slap him on the back of his head as a no)

inserts another finger and starts pumping it in and out, in and out, even doing a scissor motion every now and then. you come the fourth time

the fifth time, he does all that plus play with your clit with his tongue. flicks at it, sucks on it, does everything you can possibly imagine be done with a tongue and two fingers until you squirt

and he still drinks it all. he takes those two fingers and uses it to scoop up all your cum and drinks it all

he always swallows whatever he’s able to draw out of you and whatever you’re willing to give him

and don't forget to sit on his face

he'd be more than happy to die underneath you, smothered by your thighs and cunt

if you try to do hold back and hover over his face, he'll ask you first if you like to squat over chairs rather than sit on them, before grabbing your things and pulling you down and not releasing you until he's done

if it isn’t clear yet, this man is a giver. gets genuine pleasure when he is the one to give you pleasure and can probably cum just from seeing you orgasm from his ministrations (he has and has no shame in it)

it might be how his possessiveness shows. knowing that only he can give you orgasms that intense is something he prides himself on

probably why he doesn’t mind when others look at you. all he’s looking at is your reactions, and you never show interest. you never give them the looks or sounds you make with him, and that’s enough that he just sits back, smirks, and pities the poor person who tried to hit on you

quality time as kim namjoon says in all night: "we keep all the party in this room all night. we don't wanna put it on the brake, hold tight."

the first time you reunite, he eats you out for hours

only stops because your body literally cannot go any longer and you might pass out (he debates whether he wants you to but lets you rest)

but the first time he fucks you, he doesn’t stop until you’re a whimpering, drooling mess who’s only thought is morpheus

and you do pass out

he’s there when you come to, and he starts again

morpheus rarely does quickies. he’s too intense and long-term for that. he likes to take his time to worship you and he doesn’t want to end because he ran out of time or he has an appointment with someone else. when he’s with you, you’re all he’s thinking about

however, he does like to take his time teasing you

and by that, i mean he can give you little teasing touches all day to get you worked up

hand on your upper thigh when eating with others

presses his front against your back as he reaches for something in the cabinet

might even touch you through your underwear without giving you too much—just to keep you wanting and waiting

he can last a pretty long time, and sessions with him usually involve you cumming so many times that you don’t think you’ll ever be able to cum again (you will. he’ll show you)

always engages foreplay. involves a heavy make out session coupled with groping that leads you to being wet enough that he can just slip inside you

likes to fuck you where its comfortable for you—bed, a couch (walls are his guilty pleasure, though)

will fuck you anywhere in the dreaming, though, cause it’s all him

might even be more intense for him since he can feel whatever surface he’s fucking you on and how hard he’s fucking you or how tight and desperate you’re holding on to the edge of that table

morning sex isn't as common since that's when you wake up from the dreaming

night is definitely prime time for sex

you know you're in for a long time when you have sex before you're even in the dreaming. when that happens, you better hold on, since you'll wake up more exhausted than before you slept

gift giving could be into toys, but he has to be the one who made it and he has to be the one using it on you. but why would you need toys anyway when you can have his cock

might be offended if you think he needs to use a toy to get to orgasm, as it suggests that he’s not enough

and if you say you want a toy just for the times he’s busy, he’ll tell you that he’s never too busy to give you an orgasm and proves it to you in that point

you’ll have to tell him that you can’t take enough if you want him to stop

rather, he uses toys to overstimulate

vibrator on clit while his tongue searches deeper in your fold or vice versa

the gift he does like to give you is lingerie

he gives you an assortment of different colours in different materials

his favourite is whatever makes you feel the most confident

gives you lingerie that is meant to be ripped off you

when he rips a set of lingerie that you actually really liked, he’ll apologize with kisses and promises that he’ll make you more before fucking you senseless

buys you lingerie from la perla. when you wear it to sleep and you arrive in the dreaming in it, he preens in delight

sometimes, he’ll give you lingerie from the dreaming while you’re in the dreaming. that’s completely under his control, and he can make it disappear in an instant

speaking of giving you toys in the dreaming, if he makes it, that he can get behind cause he has absolute control over it. his finger becomes the remote

that little underwear he gives you? with no warning, starts to fucking vibrate during dinner with lucienne. doesn’t ease up until you get up, flushed and with wobbly knees, and run to the hallway where you cum with a poorly concealed moan

when you return to the table, he looks to you with a knowing smirk. thankfully, lucienne remains unaware (or at least has the courtesy of pretending to be)

in the waking world, you like to wear his clothes after you wake up. in return, he takes your underwear

when you fuck in the dreaming, you wake up drenched and with a wet spot on your blanket. he sends you a new blanket as an unfelt apology which he’ll ruin the next night anyway

back to his greatest gift to you being his cock

i see him longer than wider (but not long enough to hurt you. 27-inch dick fanfic writers, stay back). you know, keeping in theme with his whole lean yet lanky physique

might be long enough that you can’t deepthroat him completely, though he appreciates the attempt

but the one time you steel yourself and manage to take him in all whole

nearly cums in your mouth immediately

wouldn’t expect you to do that all the time, of course. but on the special occasion that you want to put the focus on him, that’s the way to go

the way to morpheus’ heart is not through his heart, but through swallowing

all in all, this Endless is guaranteed to find his pleasure in yours, so make sure to tell him that he's doing well, keep your moans loud and uncontrolled, and he'll fuck you out of this universe

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 — 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗋, 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾.

𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅-𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍-𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 (𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌). 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

╰┈➤ 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧!

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @aurorarevenclaw1927

𝐣𝐣𝐤 | 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜.

⊹ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

⊹ summary: the inevitability of being in a relationship with a popular kpop idol

⊹ tags: idol!jungkook, author!reader, secret relationship, fanboy jungkook, female reader, established relationship

⊹ warnings: fluff with swearing

⊹ word count: 1563

you always knew it was going to happen

and not just because both of you were ready to announce it. you always knew your relationship was going to get leaked because of who jungkook was and because of who you were. your status as an author wasn't as popular as that of a kpop idol, but being a famous author meant you weren't as obscure as you'd like. there were photos and videos of you on the internet which others could digest to learn about you

you had come to terms with it when you answered jungkook's question to be his girlfriend. this was simply one of the requirements to date a member of bts. being in a secret relationship was as beneficial for him as for you. and you never really minded. as an author, you wanted an obscure life. sharing your relationship to the world wasn't an integral part of your relationship

the plot twist of it all was that it would end up being your boyfriend himself who leaked your relationship

you would think that jeon jungkook, member of bts since he was fifteen, would be used to keeping aspects of his life well hidden from the camera. that he, of all people, would be used to it. and honestly, he thought that of himself too

until he met you

turns out, he didn't like the secret aspect of your relationship that much. and when jungkook doesn't like something, he doesn't put much effort into it

he starts dropping the most obvious hints. everyone already knows that he was a fan of your work—that in itself already broke headlines since jungkook had always admitted to not being much of a reader—but he starts to praise you on every social media outlet he has. arms on vlive, instagram, twitter, and weverse are now subjected to his praises of your work and you as an author

of course, some fans will defend him by saying he's just being a fan and should be allowed to express interest in someone without being shipped. and he is a fan. but he's also in love with you. and the smile on his face that pops up whenever he talks about you becomes the biggest evidence that he has feelings for you

on vlive, to an audience of ten million people, he makes the "mistake" of showing his phone to the camera to show the time and also reveals you as his lockscreen. not just that, but the picture he has of you is one no one has seen before (yes, the internet went digging through it and confirmed his lockscreen was the only one. cue some of your readers asking him for that picture.) he has the audacity to act all baffled in front of the camera and don't comment on it. but you're there behind the camera when this happens, and he looks at you with a shit-eating grin as you glower at him

then its revealed this man has a fan page (the magic of army and the internet). you might be an author, but he's a kpop idol, and he's only knows how to be a kpop fan. that picture he has of you as his lock screen? he uploaded it. not all the pictures are privately, of course. some are from public events that he took of you from backstage. but the pictures are up for all to see, much to your incredulousness

he shows his bookshelf once. because he doesn't actually read anything but your book, it's basically just a shrine dedicated to you. he has each version of your book. though he read the korean translated version of your book first, he does own the english version and uses that to study and learn english. (expect him to say your lines to you as that's what he learned.) and let's not get started on him making fan art

you are much better at hiding your relationship. in fact, you give nothing away, and this annoys jungkook a little bit. how could you not mention him in your every sentence? you were dating, weren't you?

the next time you do a live video where you answer questions from your readers, he purposefully texts you. the first time, it was innocent and encouraging, which makes you blush and grow pink as you grow aware that he's watching you

the next time he texts you, it's explicit. this time, you're flustered and turn red. you reader picks up on it your reactions and ask you what you read and who it was. you stumble and say, "it's my—" but stop immediately. you clear your throat and say no one before tossing your phone to the side, much to jungkook's glee on the other side of the live

his public admiration for your work obviously starts to have an impact on your own image. during an interview for your upcoming book, you're caught off guard when the interviewer suddenly asks you for your favourite bts member. it's known that you were an army, of course, so you don't think much of it. you name your bias, which happens to not be jungkookk

jungkook explodes. he posts a video of him reacting to it and acting heartbroken

then the internet explodes. memes are made of his reaction, and more attention is thrown in your direction. questions are asked if you were aware of having captured jungkook's attention.

enter whiny jungkook era

he whines about not being able to show off anything about your relationship (as if he's already been doing a good job.) to appease him, you concede and allow both of you to publicly show a couple accessory. you didn't think he would be the type to want couple accessories and you hoped he'd shoot it down, but this man was fucking thrilled. (you should have known, considering how many accessories he wears). you said something low-key and could be brushed off as coincidental if even noticed

you suggest a ring. a simple band with each other's name or birthday engraved on the inside

he suggests a necklace with your letter hanging from his and his letter hanging from yours. (you smack him for that.)

its what you give him as a birthday present that you find your solution. with him being an idol from korea and you a writer from your country, you're in a long distance relationship for most of the year. not only are you physically separated, but there's a time difference as well

that's why you buy him a pair of watches that are able to display dual time zones. on his watch: korea and your country. on yours: your country and korea. it's perfect as its both a couple accessory but also functional. he does pout at not thinking of it first and you had to pay for it, but you brush it off with a kiss on his cheek and whispering to him, happy birthday

then it happens

the two of you are spotted for the first time

and it's all jungkook's fault

of course people were going to see you two together. he went to your fucking book launch. he stood in line to get his book signed with nothing but a cap that didn't hide his distinguishable jawline, his iconic smile, and his lip piercing

jungkook even brought one of those huge-ass fan cameras and took pictures of you the whole time. as this was a book signing and not a kpop meet and greet, he became very obvious and attracted everyone's attention. when you read the first chapter of your book out loud, he clapped the loudest and even shouted your name. (just be glad he didn't start a fanchant)

"i'm a big fan," he says with a shit-eating grin when it's his turn as you smile murderously at him

when the event is over, you hit him on the arm repeatedly. he only gets you to stop when he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him, chest to chest. he looks down at you with a pout and admits the truth you already know: he doesn't want to hide your relationship anymore

"I 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾," 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌. T𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍-𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. T𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. H𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. A𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋. "I 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾. I 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂'𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁.

I𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. H𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. "W𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽.

"W𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾?"

"Wi𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀?"

H𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾. "Y𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀," 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌.

"I 𝖽𝗈, K𝗈𝗈𝗄," 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋. "I 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎."

H𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. "I 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈."

the next day, you and jungkook post a picture of each other from the book launch. jungkook praises his girlfriend for being the best writer he knows, while you thank jungkook for coming out and being your biggest fan

"jagiya!"

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄! 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾

𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧!

HEY GIRL DO YOU WRITE FOR ANY OTHER CHARACTERS IN THE SANDMAN OR JUST DREAM? BC IF YOU DO IM SO SURE THAT MANY PEOPLE WOULD LOVE A LOVE LANGUAGES FIC FOR THE CORINTHIAN BC YOU DID IT SO WELL

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. — 08.30.22

𝗠𝗜𝗔 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝗎𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾. 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 (𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂'𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋). 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂'𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇! 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾! 𝙩𝙡;𝙙𝙧 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖬𝖨𝖠 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾!

𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗂 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 (𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗅). 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖡𝖴𝖳 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌! 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗂𝗍'𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 09.01.22 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇! 𝙩𝙡;𝙙𝙧 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗎𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 09.01.22

𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗵𝗲𝘂𝘀 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 (𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂'𝗆 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾) 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅! 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗌 09.05.22

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗋𝖺, 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽? 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇? 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋? 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒?

𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒. 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 = 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼.

𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾! 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾!

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aah thank you! you have no idea how much that means to me!

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