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𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝘺𝘰𝘶

[kyufiber-moved]

hiii, i noticed that you know a lot of ppl around here and i was just gonna ask if you could rec me some blogs with all around good content please（＾∇＾）

i sure can !!!!! sorry i took so long to answer 🥺🥺🥺 i wanted to answer right and couldn’t find the right time until now !!! ^^

some awesome blogs;; (sorry if i forget anyone!!!!)

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so is this blog over :(

i honestly don’t know what to do with this blog now

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[12:00 am] you receive a valentine from jaehyun, only for you to find out he put it in the wrong locker.

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What uni do u go 2? 🙂

i’m still in high school!

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[12:00 am] jeno feels like he’s forgetting something important, but pushes it to the back of his mind while he’s out on a date.

you tearily go to sleep as soon as the clock strikes twelve because you didn’t think he would forget so easily even after he got a girlfriend.

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you literally write the best angsts

aww thank you!! i dont think so but you’re an angel ily

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[9:52 pm] taeyong hated how he knew you were losing interest in him and couldn’t do anything but watch as you drifted away.

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do a magician!au !!! idk in what context but it looks cool

[8:03 pm] the last trick magician!kun ever pulled was disappearing from your life without a trace.

[jaeminhours-deactivated20251115]

mermaid!jeno angst 🤩

Jeno doesn’t know how long he waits for you to return. The air is cold against his skin, and the sky seems dull now that you’re gone. He stillcomes to the surface every day at midnight, when the moon is at its highestpoint in the sky. He still remembers the way the silver light shown on yourface, how your eyes gleamed in the darkness before you leaned in to kiss himsoftly on the lips, the taste of salt mingling on your lips, as Jeno’s tail swayed under the dark seawater.

He misses you, eventhough he shouldn’t, even though you told him to never come back after theattack for fear of Jeno being hurt, dragged onto the land and torn apart in thename of science. But Jeno won’t listen. Can’tlisten. So he keeps coming, waiting for someone who will never come.

Not for him.

You do come, eventually. You come years later, but you’re not alone. A man’s hands are intertwined with yours, and Jeno is forced to watch as you look at him the same way you used to look at him, softly, fondly, lovingly. Not anymore. Rings adorn your fingers, and the man’s arm is looped around your waist.

You catch his eyes, once, right before you leave. You smile at him, once, right before you rip Jeno’s heart to shreds.

For the first time in his life, Jeno feels like he’s drowning.

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[9:29 pm] mark can never bear picking you up when you’re drunk because you always ask him why he doesn’t love you anymore.

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[10:32 pm] prince!jaemin allows you to pursue the royal gardener, jeno, by marrying a girl he’ll never love as much as you.

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girl your writings are 10/10

i think you’re 10/10

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hey i was wondering where are you from? i love your blog btw uwu 💖💕

i’m from canada! ily more 💕💓

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good luck for your finals!!!

aaaa thank you!!

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good luck on finals angel!! don't stress too much and remember to take breaks, okay? i love you!!💕💖💝💞💗

aaaaaaaa di i love you so much 💕💖💘💗💓💞 i miss you very much and hope you’re back soon :((

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Good luck on your finals 🎉

tysm i love you 💕

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Desiderium | Lee Donghyuck

⇢ Word Count: 4.9k

⇢ Category: ghost!hyuck, pure angst

⇢ Warnings: mentions of death, car accident

⇢ Song Rec: Blue Leaves - Sóley

⇢ Synopsis: You see him in the same spot every Tuesday on your way home. He looks like he’s waiting, but he never gets on the bus. In which you meet Donghyuck when it’s already too late, and you don’t have time to wait with him.

desiderium • an ardent desire or longing; especially, a feeling  of loss or grief for something lost       

He sits on the bench where your bus stops at noon every Tuesday. He’s there every week, watching as the rain falls overhead. His hair is a soft, chestnut brown, and his skin is the color of the honey your grandmother likes to drizzle on her toast on dewy summer mornings. He looks neither sad nor happy, wearing the same expression as the people who sit too close to him, waiting for something that comes too late, or not at all.

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