patheticallyinfatuatedwithu

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

promoting my queen🙏🙏🙏

— ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ MAMMA MIA ⋆౨ৎ˚ .ᐟ SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

❝𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐀, 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

𝐌𝐘, 𝐌𝐘, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔?❞

there’s always been one rule in the group: don’t bring up y/n. no one really knows why, but it’s clear sophia would rather leave her ex-best friend in the past. once inseparable, their friendship dissolved after a summer camp that no one talks about, and y/n vanished, moving god-knows-where without so much as a goodbye. some say it was a fight. others say it was something more. only sophia knows the truth—or maybe not even she does. now, as the third year at dream academy begins, sophia is blindsided by y/n's unexpected return. gone is the familiar, easygoing childhood bestfriend she remembers. in her place is someone sharper, colder, and—unfortunately for sophia—hotter than ever. (who gave her the permission to look so fine?)

tags .ᐟ smau, crack, fluff, awkward idiots, grumpy x sunshine (or at least my attempt to), childhood bestfriends to lovers, theatre children, coarse language, suggestive themes, nonceleb! au, university au!, sexual jokes, mentions of substances, my writing

featuring .ᐟ katseye, p1harmony, ive, le sserafim and etc

pairing .ᐟ sophia laforteza x female reader

status .ᐟ ongoing

notes .ᐟ this smau was made for fun and entertainment. it is not an actual portrayal of the people mentioned in this smau, nor are the photos used to portray y/n. ignore timestamps. dream academy is a performing arts university. divider cred: @/adornedwithlight. TAGLIST CLOSED.

❝𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐀, 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍?

𝐌𝐘, 𝐌𝐘, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔?❞

PROFILES

rock, paper, 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 (and keeho) — mommy day care

01. oomfchella @ school

02. dire omen

03. livin la vida loca

04. tying the noose as we speak

05. lore

06. just like old times

07. extracurricular

08. for evermore

09. best friend of the year

10. casting

more in progress!

™ CINNAMANZ 2025

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

# ONLY ON CAMERA — chapter forty!

when katseye's main dancer daniela avanzini accidentally throws shade at chart-topping singer y/n l/n on an interview, the internet erupts in chaos. with y/n already in hot waters with the press over her latest scandal, both their pr teams scramble for damage control. the solution? a 'picture-perfect' fake relationship to turn the headlines in their favor.

wc: 1573 (highly recommended to be read, very crucial to the story)

HEAVY

DANIELA HAD KNOWN LOVE.

it came in the way her parents' feet shuffled with the practiced grace of professionals across the tiles of their living room, their bodies swaying to the spanish song playing softly in the background. her father’s hand would rest on her mother’s waist as if she might slip away, while her mother’s fingers brushed his cheek in a silent reassurance that she was still there.

they danced as though the world beyond the walls didn’t exist, as if this fragile moment could hold off the weight of everything waiting outside, a memory to frame and look back on. every step they took was a promise, every touch a reminder of love that hadn’t faded.

it was beautiful, she always thought whenever she watched them dance—a glimpse into her parents’ past. but that didn’t stop her from wondering if she’d ever find someone who could hold her with that same gentle certainty—or if she was destined to only know love through someone else’s story.

she knew love.

love was a friend, a familiar face.

love became someone she could turn to whenever troubles started to arise, became arms she could run to and bury herself in. love started to become limiting. 

it was love the first time her ex told her not to go out with her friends. “i just worry about you,” he had said, brushing her hair behind her ear, his eyes soft and voice wrapped in concern. “they don’t care about you like i do.” 

she’d hesitated, her phone still in hand, but then he’d pulled her close, his arms encircling her like a shield, protective. obsessive. “stay with me tonight,” he whispered. “let me take care of you.” and she did. of course she did.

it became a pattern. “they’re not good for you.” “you don’t need anyone else.” “i just want to keep you safe.” it was love—the way he wanted her all to himself, how fiercely he cared.

but sometimes, at night, when the world was quiet and she was left alone with her thoughts, she’d stare at the ceiling and feel the weight of it all. it wasn’t loneliness—he was always there, she was never alone—but something just as hollow, something she couldn’t name laid on the pit of her stomach. she buried it deep, as usual.

because love was supposed to hurt a little, wasn’t it? that was love. that’s what it was.

love showered her with affection, sweet words that wrapped around her like a warm blanket. “you’re everything to me,” he whispered, pulling her closer, his eyes soft with love. “i need you.”

but the moment she let her guard down, the truth came crashing like bricks. messages on his phone, photos of another woman, his arm around her waist, his smile too wide she was sure it hurt. 

and when she confronted him, he recoiled, eyes wide with faux confusion. “you’re paranoid,” he snapped. “after everything i’ve done for you, this is how you repay me?”

she hesitated, guilt twisting in her stomach. was she paranoid?

he pulled her into his arms, pressing her so close she couldn’t breathe, his grip desperate. “don’t listen to the lies,” he murmured. “i swear, they’re all lies. that’s all there is to it. i love you. you’re the only one for me.” his words slipped into her mind like poison, drowning out everything else.

but she could still see the photos in the back of her mind, the unanswered questions gnawing at her. maybe she was overreacting. maybe he didn’t mean it. this is love.

he looked at her with glassy eyes. “i don’t deserve this.” and she pulled him closer, her chest aching, knowing he was right. that was love.

love apologized. love always did. “i’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft, trembling. “i never meant to hurt you. i love you, and i’ll do anything to prove it.” his hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing away her tears. “you have to believe me, i’m not like them. i just get confused sometimes, but i swear, it’s only you.”

she wanted to believe him. the way his eyes searched hers, desperate for her to see how sincere he was. he loved her, didn’t he? 

but nothing changed. she should’ve known.  the same pattern played out over and over like a mantra—more late nights, more secrecy, more broken promises disguised in apologies. he’d say, “i’ll be better, i swear it. just trust me, please.”

and she wanted to. she really did. she loved him. she did. but each time, she felt a little smaller. the words lost their meaning, the apologies hollow. why was it always her fault?

the guilt would settle over her like a heavy blanket. “you’re the one always pushing me away,” he’d whisper, his voice breaking. “if you just trusted me, this wouldn’t keep happening. you’re the one who makes me mess up.” no.

she pulled him closer, the weight of his words sinking into her chest. she could feel it all—the suffocating love, the never-ending cycle. but the thought of losing him felt like losing everything. he loved her, didn’t he?

and so, she forgave love again. because love was supposed to forgive.

love snapped, patience running thin. “you’re such a fucking burden,” he spat, his eyes hard and cold. “why can’t you just be normal? why can’t you just trust me?” he threw his hands up in frustration, the words cutting through her like shards of glass. “god, daniela! i do everything for you, and this is how you repay me? jesus, you make me feel like shit!”

she froze, the sting of his words locking her in place. every inch of her felt heavy, drowning in the weight of his anger. she’d been here before—over and over—but this time it felt different. it felt final. desperation clawed up her throat, voice strangled and small as she tried to speak up.

“i-” nothing came out.

the silence between them was deafening. she couldn’t move. couldn’t speak. couldn’t even breathe. this was love. she had begged, pleaded for him to change, for this to stop. but it never did. foolish. every time she thought she was leaving, he’d pull her back in with soft words and promises, only for it to be worse than before, for love to be unrecognisable.

she was trapped in this cycle of love and hate, of apologies and cruelty. maybe she deserved it. she knew what she was getting herself into. she did this to herself.

“you think i’d want to be with someone like you?” he sneered. “you’re lucky i even stay.”

the words twisted in her chest, a knot that wouldn’t loosen. a knot that tightened every passing second. she couldn’t leave him. she couldn’t even imagine being without him, not after everything. he was all she had.

so, she stayed. that was love.

then she met y/n. that irritating woman she’d been paired up with for a pr relationship to deal with scandals that could overthrow both their careers. she was annoying and weird, to say the least. always pestering her with questions like, ‘how was ur day?’ or ‘can we meet up for coffee?’ daniela wasn’t a fool. she knew what the woman was playing at.

so she indulged it. well, mostly because she had to. then, came to the point where this woman shamelessly threw money away for her, buying hundreds worth of pastries for her and her group whenever they’d go out, to spending $1700 towards books that would take her a year to finish with her busy schedule. ('love' never did that for her.)

was that love? the thought had inched itself into her head, settling in the crevices of her mind. was that love? the gestures felt like love. maybe it was love. but it wasn’t real. it was too much, too fast, like a tidal wave of affection meant to drown her, to make her feel like she owed something in return. and she did. she owed y/n everything for the time, for the gifts, for the effort. but she didn’t want it. she wanted space. distance. something real.

but daniela couldn’t pull away. not yet. she wanted to keep y/n around a little while longer. 

now, as daniela sat in the passenger seat of y/n’s car, the woman’s hand, gentle and warm, reached over and placed itself over daniela’s curled fist, still clenched in her lap, as though afraid to let go. the touch was soft, almost hesitant, but it was real. 

y/n squeezed her hand—once, twice, three times—and each squeeze was a lifeline, a promise, something daniela had been longing for. the simple act of being held. of being seen.

was that love? is this love?

it was the kind of question that made her stomach twist. love had never been this quiet, this still. love had always been loud, demanding, filled with heavy expectations and pain. but this? this felt different. too different. it felt right. for the first time in what felt like years, daniela allowed herself to believe—that, even for just one moment, that was love. y/n was love.

y/n didn’t say anything. didn’t have to. her hand was enough, the silence between them more than words ever could be. and for a fleeting second, daniela let herself believe she could stay, that she could let herself be loved, get attached, without fear. so for now, she closed her eyes, letting the warmth of y/n’s hand soothe her worries and bring her to another day.

masterlist 🎸⋆⭒˚.⋆ next

how'd i do chat? mb i got carried away lwk n ts didnt quite turn out how i wanted it to be😕

taglist : @meganskiendielsbtc @rosiehrs @artrizzler19 @goofymickeyr @sunshinez4 @urmom2314 @meizinisnumberone @yeetaberry127 @xochitlisbest @ssamlovr @saysirhc @nyssalvr @ninguitar @kristalag @1luvkarina @idleyuri @kathleenmikaelson @sed7ction @hazel-tanthamore22 @yazzyminny @vrtualstar @meiphobic @cassiespoiler @yjiminswallet @gtfoiydlyj @taikabui @cceanvvaves @c-yerim @waitsobs @firstclassjaylee @bowforgodjihyo @thepurin @chaepu @bandaidss320 @manonsmartini @haerinkisser @esccecvp @blushmimi TAGLIST CLOSED!

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

# ONLY ON CAMERA — chapter thirty-nine!

when katseye's main dancer daniela avanzini accidentally throws shade at chart-topping singer y/n l/n on an interview, the internet erupts in chaos. with y/n already in hot waters with the press over her latest scandal, both their pr teams scramble for damage control. the solution? a 'picture-perfect' fake relationship to turn the headlines in their favor.

wc: 787 (highly recommended to be read, crucial)

3AM

THE CLOCK STRUCK 3AM WHEN DANIELA AWOKE, successfully untangling her ex’s limbs with hers as she crawled out of bed, shakily grabbing the strewn pieces of her clothing from the floor and putting them on hastily, hand reaching for her phone laying on the nightstand before slipping out of the bedroom and down the hall, into the bathroom.

the first minute she'd spent in the bathroom was used to flick on the light switch and stare at her reflection, which tiredly gazed back at her—mussed hair, dark eye bags hanging beneath half-lidded eyes that blinked sluggishly, her limbs aching from overexertion.

the second minute she spent in the bathroom was spent running her fingertips over the marks littering her skin. it wouldn’t take an idiot to realize that her ex had gone rougher than the past few sessions—her skin burned red, blooming into dark purple bruises that were harsh to the touch. her throat felt raw as she tried to speak, a strangled sound tumbling past her lips.

the third minute she spent in the bathroom was spent splashing her face with cold water, as if trying to rinse away what she’d done and shove it down the drain along with her dignity. all the members’ voices echoed in her head, guilt washing over her as a droplet of water trickled over the purple bruises.

the fourth minute she spent in the bathroom was spent sitting on the toilet lid, turning on her phone, and seeing countless concerned texts from the members and managers alike. yet, she sought out a certain singer's message above the rest, finding a small photo attached—a familiar border collie and a message.

the sight caused her stomach to churn.

the fifth minute she spent in the bathroom was spent reading the members' messages. notifications mingled with 'are u okay?', 'when are u coming back?', and ‘are u safe?' bombarded her screen, the numbers quickly jumping to a hundred. she wondered why she kept doing this to herself and dragging them along with her.

the sixth minute she spent in the bathroom, she spent trying to keep herself together, phone clutched tightly in her hand. her shoulders shook with each quiet sob, the sound catching in her throat as though it hurt to let it out. tears streamed down her cheeks, carving wet trails through her flushed skin, her eyes red and glassy, struggling to focus. 

she tried to stifle the sound, pressing trembling hands against her mouth, but a broken gasp escaped despite her effort. her breathing came in uneven shudders, each exhale heavier than the last, as though the weight of her grief pressed down on her chest, leaving her gasping for air.

the tenth minute she spent in the bathroom was consumed by thoughts of y/n and oreo—a future so impossibly bright it mocked the shadow she found herself in now. y/n had been nothing but kind to her, the type of kindness that felt undeserved, like a gift too precious for someone like her. she tried harder than anyone else ever had—more than the men who had left, more than the fleeting loves who had never really stayed. and yet, here she was, alone. 

her heart clenched painfully at the thought of y/n, at the way her name alone sent warmth coursing through the cold void in daniela's chest. and her smile… god, that stupid, beautiful smile. it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair how much she wanted to kiss it, to make it hers, to hold onto something she knew she didn’t deserve.

i want to be hers, she thought, the tears slowing, then stopping altogether, leaving behind a hollow ache that settled deep in her chest. she blinked down at the screen of her phone, the glow searing against her red-rimmed eyes. 3:10.

but dreams like that weren’t meant for people like her. that kind of love, that kind of future, it was a luxury—a far-off fantasy, cruelly out of reach. no matter how desperately she cared, how deeply she loved, it would never be enough. she knew that. she’d always known that. and yet, it didn’t stop her heart from breaking a little more every time she imagined y/n slipping through her fingers.

3:11. a message blinked itself onto the screen. come home.

her chest tightened, a breath catching in her throat. the tears started again, silently this time, as she stared at the words, wondering if home could ever truly belong to her—or if she’d spend her entire life watching it drift further and further away.

masterlist 🎸⋆⭒˚.⋆ next

wrote majority of this at 2am pls bear w me ik its ass

taglist : @meganskiendielsbtc @rosiehrs @artrizzler19 @goofymickeyr @sunshinez4 @urmom2314 @meizinisnumberone @yeetaberry127 @xochitlisbest @ssamlovr @saysirhc @nyssalvr @ninguitar @kristalag @1luvkarina @idleyuri @kathleenmikaelson @sed7ction @hazel-tanthamore22 @yazzyminny @vrtualstar @meiphobic @cassiespoiler @yjiminswallet @gtfoiydlyj @taikabui @cceanvvaves @c-yerim @waitsobs @firstclassjaylee @bowforgodjihyo @thepurin @chaepu @bandaidss320 @manonsmartini @haerinkisser @esccecvp @blushmimi TAGLIST CLOSED!

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

— ✩♬ ₊˚. ONLY ON CAMERA ᝰ.ᐟ DANIELA AVANZINI

❝𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑,

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀.❞

when katseye's main dancer daniela avanzini accidentally throws shade at chart-topping singer y/n l/n on an interview, the internet erupts in chaos. with y/n already in hot waters with the press over her latest scandal, both their pr teams scramble for damage control. the solution? a 'picture-perfect' fake relationship to turn the headlines in their favor.

❝𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄,

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀.❞

tags .ᐟ smau, crack, fluff, one-sided hate, love-hate relationship, coarse language, suggestive themes, celebrity! au, sexual jokes, mentions of substances

featuring .ᐟ katseye, p1harmony, enhypen, aespa n more celebs

pairing .ᐟ daniela avanzini x female reader

status .ᐟ ongoing

notes .ᐟ this smau was made for fun and entertainment. it is not an actual portrayal of the people mentioned in this smau, nor are the photos used to portray y/n. let's just say that some kpop groups mentioned are living in california. y/n is loosely based off billie eilish. ignore timestamps. TAGLIST OPEN. divider cred : @/mikeykuns.

❝𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄,

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀.❞

❝𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒,

𝐈 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.❞

PROFILES!

THANK YOU BEYONCÉ KATZEYE BY MEGAN KATZEYE BY MEGAN PT. 2

01. 2014 justin beiber but worse

02. zoo wee mama

03. DATING

more in progress!

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

— ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙ DARLING, I .ᐟ ·˚ ༘ MANON BANNERMAN

when new york city’s widely-known spider-woman's life becomes unknowingly entwined with a member of the rising global girl group katseye, she learns that juggling superhero duties, university, and a sudden crush may or may not just be the downfall of her. but hey, at least she's helping people, right?

tags .ᐟ smau, crack, fluff, idol x superhero, unserious awkward losers, coarse language, suggestive themes, university! au, horrible jokes

featuring .ᐟ katseye, itzy, skz, le sserafim

pairing .ᐟ manon bannerman x reader

status .ᐟ completed

notes .ᐟ this smau was made for fun and entertainment. it is not an actual portrayal of the people mentioned in this smau, nor are the photos used to portray y/n. also let's just say that some kpop groups are currently living in nyc. IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS. divider creds: @/adornedwithlight. TAGLIST CLOSED.

PROFILES!

nightmare blunt rotation brainrotted fine shyts brainrotted fine shyts 2.5

01. YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURHOOD SPIDER-WOMAN!

02. TOO LIT!

03. CAKE!

04. SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST!

05. WEDGIES IN A SPANDEX!

06. MAMA A MINION GIRL BEHIND YOU!

07. FREAKY N PROUD!

08. WUH LUH WUH?

09. LOST IN TRANSLATION!

10. STALKER!

11. IT'S A DATE!

12. SICK N TIRED!

13. BOOTS R QUAKING!

14. SO ANXIOUS!

15. AND THE CROWD IS CONFUSED?

16. CANDIDS!

17. NEW YEAR, NEW ME!

18. NEW YEAR, NEW FRUSTRATIONS!

19. FEMALE DJS DO IT BEST!

20. JENNIFER!

21. LAST STRAW!

22. BLOCKED!

23. THIS POST HAS BEEN DELETED!

24. SO COOKED!

25. WHAT DOES IT #MEAN?

26. HEIROGILGER AHH TEXT!

27. QUEEN NEVER CRY!

28. THE TYPE OF GREED THEY TALK ABOUT IN THE BIBLE!

29. EYES ON ME!

30. FINALLY!

31. ONE HELL OF A DATE!

32. HALLELUJAH!

33. TOO GAY TO FUNCTION!

34. EMBARRASSING!

35. BLOCKED PT. 2!

36. THREE WEEKS!

37. SPIDER-WOMAN!

38. APOLOGY GIFT!

39. SALUTATIONS BEAUTIFUL!

40. IDGAF WAR!

41. APOLOGY GIFT PT. 2!

42. BLOCKED PT. 3!

43. SO HELP ME GOD!

44. OH SHIT!

45. LIFE OR DEATH!

46. STUPIDITY!

47. LIZARD THING LIVESTREAM!

48. MOVIE DATE!

49. WOMAN ON A MISSION!

50. SUSPICIONS!

51. GO HOME!

52. THE END!

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

hi everyone! this probably isn't the update yall were expecting but i'd js like to tell yall that i am moving accounts!! for a few days since i've opened this account again, i've been wondering what to do and eventually came into a conclusion that i needed to do a re-brand. however, i realised that this account was too much of a mess to re-brand, so i'm moving accounts!!

cinnamanz is where i'm moving to! i've gotten into katseye, which lowkey reignited my interest in kpop despite them not entirely being a kpop group. in that account, i'll be writing about katseye and aespa!! also cooking a new karina smau to make up for satan's spawn🙂‍↕️ hope to see you there ;)

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

HIIII

always so quick with it😭

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

missing satans spawn hours (and u ofc)

well no need to miss me anymore, anon. i MIGHT just be back AND brewing something new (i lost all the accounts and planning i did for satans spawn🙂)

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

announcement!! guys, if im being honest with you all, i've moved on from kpop for almost a whole year now😭 i've been so disconnected from kpop and everything related to it, that i've finally come to the decision of shutting this account down. now, as grim as that may sound, i am NOT deleting my works. i'm keeping it up for you all (and simply bcs i cannot part w it😭)

the current updates? the smau, the upcoming fics, i fear they will never see the light💔 i didn't really know that it would to this, cause i actually thought i'd be in this kpop shit for life, and when i realised i moved on, i was like, 'oh, why not at least try to publish the drafts?' i wish i could say that i could find a way to get them to see the light, but right now isn't really a good place in my life and the circumstances too.

maybe in the future, some kind of miracle would happen and the drafts suddenly see the light of day. this is my farewell with you all for now. i'm so sorry i couldn't continue the smau, and shower you all with the ideas that run rampant in my head. till then, i'll see you all💗

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

Chappell Roan - Coachella 2024

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

was on twitter when i saw ts and bro hates the whole of kpop industry this is insane😭😭😭

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

yknow what you're right, thanks two super cucumbers

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

u should do more of those🚣‍♀️ i demand you to make more of those🤨 im joking but pls do more of those

on it‼️🤭

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

the incorrect ynjimin tweets make me so delulu 😭😭 thank you for the update, it made me happy :3

glad you enjoyed it anon! im wondering if i shld make more of those in the future :)

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

is this u asking for my hand in marriage?🤭

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

— satan's spawn ; bonus!

INCORRECT TWEETS AS YNJIMIN

this is them in the future i cant wait for that tbh. hopefully this makes up for the lack of updates😭 im gen trying to make a karina fic but istg nothing wld come out of my head. hope u guys enjoyed!!

masterlist — prev — next

@misclsims @ilamara @noone-find-me @newhairnewjeans @hwm1hyun @bambisnc @yoontoonwhs @haechansbbg @rinapomu @lostamoeba @impossiblesharkcashrebel @jisooftme @aeriniee @xen248 @blue4hour @nnewjeansstuff @kyuusberry @masuowo @greenniee @limbforalimb @myjaeyunn @staytiny20 @yerisdumbass @myouiiiiiiii @xszn72 @r4cjh @i3lia @neviegf @yallatalla @thefckghost @yeetaberry127 @blankdaydreams @pandafuriosa60 @yukianism @haerinsloverr @urmom2314 (TAGLIST CLOSED!)

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

"Thoughts on women?" Yeah pretty much constantly