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i have bad news …

my phone updated to ios 26 so now my fake text messages are gonna look weird 😞

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raena!!! how are youu it’s been so long

KIMCHIII OMG I MISS TALKING TO YOU !!! i’ll keep this short and sweet since i have an exam tomorrow and i gotta go to sleep 🙊

i’m generally okay !! exam hitting hard & i think you should know very well how heavy they are 😭 i think the gov has it out for my batch because we’ve been getting hard papers after hard papers nonstop ... my dream of a raw 7 net 5 might not be happening after all ☹️ but it’s okay! cuz I GOT MY EAE OMG I REALLY WANNA TELL YOU ABOUT IT SO TEXT ME PLEASEEEE ❤️❤️❤️

i’ll go to sleep now hehe </3 i’ll be waiting for your text! 😈

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graduating tomorrow. another step closer to living off of tumblr 🥹🫰🏻

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your girl has graduated!

feeling the bittersweetness of grad already 😭🥹

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graduating tomorrow. another step closer to living off of tumblr 🥹🫰🏻

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logging back in to let y’all know i’ve been accepted to my desired course

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18:58 ♡ s.coups

fluff, established relationship, we all need a cheol to care for us don’t we? seungcheol is WHIPPED, 0.7k words

been in my drafts for so long I decided to free it at last. enoy my loves!

“come on, babe, let’s gooo!” you whine, a pout forming steadily on your lips as you tug at your boyfriend’s arms.

seungcheol only stares up at you with a smile on his face — that little smile that has been taunting you for the past ten minutes, denying you full, premium access to the snowy weather outside.

“no, darling, you have a fever. it’s not gonna get better if you go out and play in the snow,” he tells you for the nth time today. he reaches up to press a warm palm to your forehead, then frowns at the temperature. “still warm.”

but you’re not giving up so easily. quickly, you try to reason (albeit dumbly), “well, if I’m warm now, then the snow will help chill me down!” the wide smile on your face makes seungcheol feel a little sorry for you.

“that’s …” he sighs, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “that’s not how it works, babe.”

seungcheol checks the clock on the wall just opposite him a few metres away. “go take your meds, love. it’s seven,” he smiles up at you sweetly, no doubt an attempt to take your mind off exiting the warm house.

but you know better. which is weird, because normally you’d be entranced, completely, by his adorable smile.

you slouch, groaning as you trudge your way to the kitchen. your medicine is placed on the counter in a little bag, labels and everything.

suddenly, an idea pops into your head. you ponder for a moment. will seungcheol fall for it? yes, probably. he’s too whipped for you not to.

quickly, you place your pills in the cupboard as silently as you can, then brace yourself and shout out, “cheol!”

an “it’s on the counter, babe,” tells you he heard you.

“no, it’s not,” you reply, making loud sounds of moving items around. you hear the movement of his feet, the shuffling growing louder and louder. swiftly, you move to grab his coat and hide.

seungcheol enters the kitchen with a confused expression. he looks around, trying to find you, but to no avail. shrugging, he shifts his focus to your pills, which, true to your words, are not on the counter.

he sighs. “where did I put them?” he mumbles, opening all the cupboards and looking behind appliances.

without notice, you jump onto him from behind, wrapping his coat around his shoulders. you tie a simple knot with the sleeves at his neck, as if you were trying to murder him.

“yn! what are you—?” seungcheol exclaims, a hint of laughter in his tone.

“I won’t let go unless you bring me outside,” you huff, tightening your arms and legs around his body. “I feel perfectly fine.”

your boyfriend closes the cupboard door slowly. “well, your body doesn’t agree.” but his hands come to wrap around your legs, holding you tight so you don’t fall.

you don’t reply, a pout slowly forming on your face. you seem to be pouting a lot more than usual.

seungcheol can’t see you properly with the position he finds himself in, but he knows your lips are jutting out — again — with the way you press your warm face into the crook of his neck.

silence lingers for a moment or two, before he suspires in defeat. “okay. take your meds first, then we’ll go out.”

the cheer you let out almost strips him of his hearing, but it doesn’t bother him. a smile finds its way to his lips as you retract from your koala hug and open the cupboard three steps away.

his eyes widen in realisation the moment he sees your pills in your hands. he’s speechless, mouth agape, watching you gulp down your meds in less than ten seconds.

“you absolute minx,” he mumbles, a scoff escaping him. you flash a cheshire’s grin and skip towards the coat rack where yours hung lifelessly.

seungcheol’s eyes are filled to the brim with soft admiration. you never know how to back down from a challenge, and he loves that about you. he loves you and everything you have to offer.

even when you’re sick and whiny and stubborn, he just can’t help loving you. even when you’re utterly willing to possibly fall even more sick than you are, he loves you too much to do anything about it. he’ll regret it later, but now, he’s content to see you smiling ear to ear, pulling him into a kiss to show your appreciation.

“you have three seconds to get out the door or I’m locking us in for the next week.”

seungcheol will kiss you if you reblog (.◜◡◝)

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THANK YOUU I LOVE YOU TOO !!! thanks for enjoying hehehe 😙

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18:58 ♡ s.coups

fluff, established relationship, we all need a cheol to care for us don’t we? seungcheol is WHIPPED, 0.7k words

been in my drafts for so long I decided to free it at last. enjoy my loves!

“come on, babe, let’s gooo!” you whine, a pout forming steadily on your lips as you tug at your boyfriend’s arms.

seungcheol only stares up at you with a smile on his face — that little smile that has been taunting you for the past ten minutes, denying you full, premium access to the snowy weather outside.

“no, darling, you have a fever. it’s not gonna get better if you go out and play in the snow,” he tells you for the nth time today. he reaches up to press a warm palm to your forehead, then frowns at the temperature. “still warm.”

but you’re not giving up so easily. quickly, you try to reason (albeit dumbly), “well, if I’m warm now, then the snow will help chill me down!” the wide smile on your face makes seungcheol feel a little sorry for you.

“that’s …” he sighs, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “that’s not how it works, babe.”

seungcheol checks the clock on the wall just opposite him a few metres away. “go take your meds, love. it’s seven,” he smiles up at you sweetly, no doubt an attempt to take your mind off exiting the warm house.

but you know better. which is weird, because normally you’d be entranced, completely, by his adorable smile.

you slouch, groaning as you trudge your way to the kitchen. your medicine is placed on the counter in a little bag, labels and everything.

suddenly, an idea pops into your head. you ponder for a moment. will seungcheol fall for it? yes, probably. he’s too whipped for you not to.

quickly, you place your pills in the cupboard as silently as you can, then brace yourself and shout out, “cheol!”

an “it’s on the counter, babe,” tells you he heard you.

“no, it’s not,” you reply, making loud sounds of moving items around. you hear the movement of his feet, the shuffling growing louder and louder. swiftly, you move to grab his coat and hide.

seungcheol enters the kitchen with a confused expression. he looks around, trying to find you, but to no avail. shrugging, he shifts his focus to your pills, which, true to your words, are not on the counter.

he sighs. “where did I put them?” he mumbles, opening all the cupboards and looking behind appliances.

without notice, you jump onto him from behind, wrapping his coat around his shoulders. you tie a simple knot with the sleeves at his neck, as if you were trying to murder him.

“yn! what are you—?” seungcheol exclaims, a hint of laughter in his tone.

“I won’t let go unless you bring me outside,” you huff, tightening your arms and legs around his body. “I feel perfectly fine.”

your boyfriend closes the cupboard door slowly. “well, your body doesn’t agree.” but his hands come to wrap around your legs, holding you tight so you don’t fall.

you don’t reply, a pout slowly forming on your face. you seem to be pouting a lot more than usual.

seungcheol can’t see you properly with the position he finds himself in, but he knows your lips are jutting out — again — with the way you press your warm face into the crook of his neck.

silence lingers for a moment or two, before he suspires in defeat. “okay. take your meds first, then we’ll go out.”

the cheer you let out almost strips him of his hearing, but it doesn’t bother him. a smile finds its way to his lips as you retract from your koala hug and open the cupboard three steps away.

his eyes widen in realisation the moment he sees your pills in your hands. he’s speechless, mouth agape, watching you gulp down your meds in less than ten seconds.

“you absolute minx,” he mumbles, a scoff escaping him. you flash a cheshire’s grin and skip towards the coat rack where yours hung lifelessly.

seungcheol’s eyes are filled to the brim with soft admiration. you never know how to back down from a challenge, and he loves that about you. he loves you and everything you have to offer.

even when you’re sick and whiny and stubborn, he just can’t help loving you. even when you’re utterly willing to possibly fall even more sick than you are, he loves you too much to do anything about it. he’ll regret it later, but now, he’s content to see you smiling ear to ear, pulling him into a kiss to show your appreciation.

“you have three seconds to get out the door or I’m locking us in for the next week.”

seungcheol will kiss you if you reblog (.◜◡◝)

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ben barnes’ new album is motivating me to write some stuff

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saw the loml live for once 😭

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a quiet new year’s eve with hoshi

fluff, established relationship, clingy!soonyoung, soonyoung is so cuddly I want to squish him, one swear, talks about marriage

this is my gift to @wabatle as part of the carat secret santa exchange! it’s rather late but things have been so busy recently 😞 anywho, happy new year to everyone! and to emi, I hope we can get closer ☺️

This year’s plan had been a little different compared to previous ones. For starters, your outgoing introvert boyfriend was cramming all his end-of-year meet-ups into the few days preceding New Year’s. He wanted to spend New Year’s Eve all alone with you.

But even then, your day was spent huddled up in your shared apartment, atmosphere less lively than usual. Alexa was taking a well deserved break from blasting songs all day, save for the occasional dim of lights.

Soonyoung would normally be bitching and groaning at the lack of enthusiasm for the new year, but this time, he was perfectly content with spending it lowkey — so long as he got to spend it with you.

He climbed out of bed slowly, lifting the covers off of his slender body before setting his feet down on the floor. With little energy, he exited the bedroom, blindly following the faint sounds of your kitchen shenanigans.

When he arrived at the doorway, his eyes landed on your form, moving about the kitchen with mugs and spoons in your hand. His line of sight shifted to the container sitting on the island: Super Good Hot Chocolate (SAVE FOR SPECIAL DAYS!)

He chuckled at the memory of you scribbling down those words in marker. The mix wasn’t even that expensive.

Your serene bubble seemed to be disturbed at his low laugh. You spinned in the spot, staring at him like a deer in headlights. He was going to laugh aloud, but all he did was give a bright smile that turned his eyes into crescents.

Your tense form relaxed at the relief that he wasn’t an intruder. Turning your attention back to your little project, you mumbled, “Scared the shit out of me … Thought I was gonna have to sacrifice my hot cocoa …”

Soonyoung took light steps towards you, wrapping his muscular arms around your torso and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Hmm? What was that?” he all but hummed, finding comfort in the warmth you radiated.

Shaking your head, you dismissed his question and focused on making your drinks.

You had a foolproof plan in your head: finish up the sure to be delicious hot cocoas and cuddle with your boyfriend on the couch. Maybe turn on a show, or just ramble with Soonyoung.

But he seemed to have other plans. His eyes drooped, his breathing steadied and his hold on your body began to loosen. Was he falling asleep on you? Standing up?

“Soonie.” You prodded his head with a finger, praying that he was at least seventy per cent awake so you wouldn’t have to carry his heavy form to the bedroom. Soonyoung stirred, mumbling an incoherent “Hold still,” before smushing his face into the crook of your neck.

Warmth bloomed like a flower in your chest, settling right where your heart was situated. Heat travelled up to your cheeks, staining your skin a faint red.

Stumbling over your words, even though this had happened a hundred times before, you said tenderly, “Soonyoung, you— I can’t— Ugh … Whatever.” You gave up, sighing with a light shake of your head, but there was a smile on your lips. Soonyoung must have heard the fondness in your voice, because he pressed his face further into your neck.

You finished up the hot drinks with your boyfriend clinging to your body. Surprisingly, when you attempted to move the two of you to the living room, he obliged and followed your footsteps.

Fast forward to twenty minutes later, your legs were tangled with Soonyoung’s, bodies close enough to hear each other’s heartbeat. Your hot cocoas were left on the glass coffee table right in front of the couch, the steaming mug already halfway to emptiness.

“Babe?” you heard him mutter out beside you. With a snuggle closer to him, you acknowledged his call. “I can see a forever with you.”

The sentence caught you off guard, but you didn’t shift from your position. You replied the only way you knew how. “Me too, Soonie. But why so suddenly?”

He hummed in response, thinking about his answer. He didn’t know. He just said whatever was in his head.

“I thought about doing this every year with you,” he said with a smile that you could feel against your hair, “and then I thought: Hey, that doesn’t seem too bad at all. I’d love doing this with you every year. Hell, even every day.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his confession.

You turned in his embrace, staring up at him with adoration in your eyes. He smiled at you, and that feeling of warmth bloomed once again.

“Maybe propose to me first,” you suggested in lightheartedness, almost combusting at the expression on Soonyoung’s face. He hadn’t expected that, but his reply said otherwise.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been planning that since I met you.”

You were about to counter him with an accusation of weirdness, but he shut you up with a sweet kiss on your lips. You melted into him, unable to help the smile that spread across your lips.

Caught in each other’s love and affection, the two of you missed the fireworks that set off outside your window. But no matter — you’ll have plenty more to witness in the future.

hoshi will kiss you if you reblog ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ

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a quiet new year’s eve with hoshi

fluff, established relationship, clingy!soonyoung, soonyoung is so cuddly I want to squish him, one swear, talks about marriage

this is my gift to @wabatle as part of the carat secret santa exchange! it’s rather late but things have been so busy recently 😞 anywho, happy new year to everyone! and to emi, I hope we can get closer ☺️

This year’s plan had been a little different compared to previous ones. For starters, your outgoing introvert boyfriend was cramming all his end-of-year meet-ups into the few days preceding New Year’s. He wanted to spend New Year’s Eve all alone with you.

But even then, your day was spent huddled up in your shared apartment, atmosphere less lively than usual. Alexa was taking a well deserved break from blasting songs all day, save for the occasional dim of lights.

Soonyoung would normally be bitching and groaning at the lack of enthusiasm for the new year, but this time, he was perfectly content with spending it lowkey — so long as he got to spend it with you.

He climbed out of bed slowly, lifting the covers off of his slender body before setting his feet down on the floor. With little energy, he exited the bedroom, blindly following the faint sounds of your kitchen shenanigans.

When he arrived at the doorway, his eyes landed on your form, moving about the kitchen with mugs and spoons in your hand. His line of sight shifted to the container sitting on the island: Super Good Hot Chocolate (SAVE FOR SPECIAL DAYS!)

He chuckled at the memory of you scribbling down those words in marker. The mix wasn’t even that expensive.

Your serene bubble seemed to be disturbed at his low laugh. You spinned in the spot, staring at him like a deer in headlights. He was going to laugh aloud, but all he did was give a bright smile that turned his eyes into crescents.

Your tense form relaxed at the relief that he wasn’t an intruder. Turning your attention back to your little project, you mumbled, “Scared the shit out of me … Thought I was gonna have to sacrifice my hot cocoa …”

Soonyoung took light steps towards you, wrapping his muscular arms around your torso and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Hmm? What was that?” he all but hummed, finding comfort in the warmth you radiated.

Shaking your head, you dismissed his question and focused on making your drinks.

You had a foolproof plan in your head: finish up the sure to be delicious hot cocoas and cuddle with your boyfriend on the couch. Maybe turn on a show, or just ramble with Soonyoung.

But he seemed to have other plans. His eyes drooped, his breathing steadied and his hold on your body began to loosen. Was he falling asleep on you? Standing up?

“Soonie.” You prodded his head with a finger, praying that he was at least seventy per cent awake so you wouldn’t have to carry his heavy form to the bedroom. Soonyoung stirred, mumbling an incoherent “Hold still,” before smushing his face into the crook of your neck.

Warmth bloomed like a flower in your chest, settling right where your heart was situated. Heat travelled up to your cheeks, staining your skin a faint red.

Stumbling over your words, even though this had happened a hundred times before, you said tenderly, “Soonyoung, you— I can’t— Ugh … Whatever.” You gave up, sighing with a light shake of your head, but there was a smile on your lips. Soonyoung must have heard the fondness in your voice, because he pressed his face further into your neck.

You finished up the hot drinks with your boyfriend clinging to your body. Surprisingly, when you attempted to move the two of you to the living room, he obliged and followed your footsteps.

Fast forward to twenty minutes later, your legs were tangled with Soonyoung’s, bodies close enough to hear each other’s heartbeat. Your hot cocoas were left on the glass coffee table right in front of the couch, the steaming mug already halfway to emptiness.

“Babe?” you heard him mutter out beside you. With a snuggle closer to him, you acknowledged his call. “I can see a forever with you.”

The sentence caught you off guard, but you didn’t shift from your position. You replied the only way you knew how. “Me too, Soonie. But why so suddenly?”

He hummed in response, thinking about his answer. He didn’t know. He just said whatever was in his head.

“I thought about doing this every year with you,” he said with a smile that you could feel against your hair, “and then I thought: Hey, that doesn’t seem too bad at all. I’d love doing this with you every year. Hell, even every day.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his confession.

You turned in his embrace, staring up at him with adoration in your eyes. He smiled at you, and that feeling of warmth bloomed once again.

“Maybe propose to me first,” you suggested in lightheartedness, almost combusting at the expression on Soonyoung’s face. He hadn’t expected that, but his reply said otherwise.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been planning that since I met you.”

You were about to counter him with an accusation of weirdness, but he shut you up with a sweet kiss on your lips. You melted into him, unable to help the smile that spread across your lips.

Caught in each other’s love and affection, the two of you missed the fireworks that set off outside your window. But no matter — you’ll have plenty more to witness in the future.

hoshi will kiss you if you reblog ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ

[reikaryu]

a quiet new year’s eve ♡ hoshi

fluff, established relationship, clingy!soonyoung, soonyoung is so cuddly I want to squish him, one swear, talks about marriage, 0.8k words

this is my gift to @wabatle as part of the carat secret santa exchange! it’s rather late but things have been so busy recently 😞 anywho, happy new year to everyone! and to emi, I hope we can get closer ☺️

This year’s plan had been a little different compared to previous ones. For starters, your outgoing introvert boyfriend was cramming all his end-of-year meet-ups into the few days preceding New Year’s. He wanted to spend New Year’s Eve all alone with you.

But even then, your day was spent huddled up in your shared apartment, atmosphere less lively than usual. Alexa was taking a well deserved break from blasting songs all day, save for the occasional dim of lights.

Soonyoung would normally be bitching and groaning at the lack of enthusiasm for the new year, but this time, he was perfectly content with spending it lowkey — so long as he got to spend it with you.

He climbed out of bed slowly, lifting the covers off of his slender body before setting his feet down on the floor. With little energy, he exited the bedroom, blindly following the faint sounds of your kitchen shenanigans.

When he arrived at the doorway, his eyes landed on your form, moving about the kitchen with mugs and spoons in your hand. His line of sight shifted to the container sitting on the island: Super Good Hot Chocolate (SAVE FOR SPECIAL DAYS!)

He chuckled at the memory of you scribbling down those words in marker. The mix wasn’t even that expensive.

Your serene bubble seemed to be disturbed at his low laugh. You spinned in the spot, staring at him like a deer in headlights. He was going to laugh aloud, but all he did was give a bright smile that turned his eyes into crescents.

Your tense form relaxed at the relief that he wasn’t an intruder. Turning your attention back to your little project, you mumbled, “Scared the shit out of me … Thought I was gonna have to sacrifice my hot cocoa …”

Soonyoung took light steps towards you, wrapping his muscular arms around your torso and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Hmm? What was that?” he all but hummed, finding comfort in the warmth you radiated.

Shaking your head, you dismissed his question and focused on making your drinks.

You had a foolproof plan in your head: finish up the sure to be delicious hot cocoas and cuddle with your boyfriend on the couch. Maybe turn on a show, or just ramble with Soonyoung.

But he seemed to have other plans. His eyes drooped, his breathing steadied and his hold on your body began to loosen. Was he falling asleep on you? Standing up?

“Soonie.” You prodded his head with a finger, praying that he was at least seventy per cent awake so you wouldn’t have to carry his heavy form to the bedroom. Soonyoung stirred, mumbling an incoherent “Hold still,” before smushing his face into the crook of your neck.

Warmth bloomed like a flower in your chest, settling right where your heart was situated. Heat travelled up to your cheeks, staining your skin a faint red.

Stumbling over your words, even though this had happened a hundred times before, you said tenderly, “Soonyoung, you— I can’t— Ugh … Whatever.” You gave up, sighing with a light shake of your head, but there was a smile on your lips. Soonyoung must have heard the fondness in your voice, because he pressed his face further into your neck.

You finished up the hot drinks with your boyfriend clinging to your body. Surprisingly, when you attempted to move the two of you to the living room, he obliged and followed your footsteps.

Fast forward to twenty minutes later, your legs were tangled with Soonyoung’s, bodies close enough to hear each other’s heartbeat. Your hot cocoas were left on the glass coffee table right in front of the couch, the steaming mug already halfway to emptiness.

“Babe?” you heard him mutter out beside you. With a snuggle closer to him, you acknowledged his call. “I can see a forever with you.”

The sentence caught you off guard, but you didn’t shift from your position. You replied the only way you knew how. “Me too, Soonie. But why so suddenly?”

He hummed in response, thinking about his answer. He didn’t know. He just said whatever was in his head.

“I thought about doing this every year with you,” he said with a smile that you could feel against your hair, “and then I thought: Hey, that doesn’t seem too bad at all. I’d love doing this with you every year. Hell, even every day.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his confession.

You turned in his embrace, staring up at him with adoration in your eyes. He smiled at you, and that feeling of warmth bloomed once again.

“Maybe propose to me first,” you suggested in lightheartedness, almost combusting at the expression on Soonyoung’s face. He hadn’t expected that, but his reply said otherwise.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been planning that since I met you.”

You were about to counter him with an accusation of weirdness, but he shut you up with a sweet kiss on your lips. You melted into him, unable to help the smile that spread across your lips.

Caught in each other’s love and affection, the two of you missed the fireworks that set off outside your window. But no matter — you’ll have plenty more to witness in the future.

hoshi will kiss you if you reblog ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ

[reikaryu]

yet another year on tumblr and I’m grateful to all my moots and followers for being here with me ♡ my new year’s resolution is to be as active as I can and be able to create my first legitimate tumblr recap hehe 😆

happy new year everyone! wishing all of you a wonderful and blessed 2025 💜

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hi guys just a little heads up that my annual dissociation is approaching !! or it’s already arrived 😬 anyway if I don’t respond to you it’s not that I dislike or hate you because nooo I love everyone here :( but I can’t really control these things so if you see me reblogging fics on my main but not replying I swear it’s not you it’s me 😩🙏🏻

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okie guys inbox is back open 🤤

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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE !!! 😆🎄