☆⌒(ゝ。∂) my name is fauna or seraphina, and I am a disabled 8teen year old writer ꢾ୧ biracial (half black && half white) ꉂ🫧 polyamarous, pansexual, aceflux, && girlflux she, they, or xenos ૮Ꮚྀིᴗ͈ ‸ ᴗ͈꒱১ omnist that currently worships aphrodite, hekate, and apollo 𐔌❤︎ ͡꒱ p1ece, glitter, eyekon, fearnot, pawmpawm, && h2u ✿ ᴗ͈ ˬ ᴗ͈ ) wonhee, iroha, minju, jongseob, soul, megan, && miss tada's wife જ⁀➴ frequent theme changer ( ♡ ´ ⩊ ') @k-records artist ᰈ̠ dividers from @omi-resources ໒꒰ྀི ੭-ࡇ-꒱ྀི੭ also known as @seraphshiftblr and @seraphmp3 ͜͝ . ֹೃ
omg HI YOURE BACK ! ! i missed u sm (๑╹◡＜๑) HOW ARE YOU ♥︎♥︎
HIII MOKIII! I'm okay, I'm about to graduate and I've been working and life's just been so hectic so I haven't had time to post </3 but I've been doing lots of gardening which is super relaxing ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و HOW HAVE YOU BEEN??
hii ! your account is so cute, i love ur theme sm <3
idk if your requests are open, but if they're not, u can ignore this ! could i ask for a platonic minju x 6th member reader, in which reader is feeling very tired and burnt out, so she goes after minju for comfort?
also, can i be added to your illit taglist? or the general taglist if you don't have a specific one! tysm ♡♡
HIHI~ the work is finally out here, sorry it took me so long </3
⠀⠀⠀𓂂 ◟ ͜𓏼˚synopsis⠀⨟⠀when promotions and new music gets you stressed up and the company doesn't care, you go to the girl who's supported you since debut.
WARNINGS⠀◍꒰͡†⠀burnt out reader online bullies 6th member of ill-it reader observant minju
⠀⠀⠀𓐇˚ִִ𓈒 ۫ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋⠀word count⠀⨟⠀O.4k⠀᭄᭡⠀request can be found here .ᐟ⠀(՞ ′̥̥̥ ᜊ ‵̥̥̥՞)⠀fluff angst comfort⠀༜𑜞𑇓࿐۫⠀now playing weathervane by hunter metts⠀𐔌 ᥩྀི. ˔ ، ꒱⠀
personal message from the author⠀𐔌♡ ⃟ྀི͚̊꒱ ⠀THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST! I'm so glad we could be moots, there aren't enough ill-it writers on this platform. >///<
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Being an idol was a lot harder than you'd expected. There were constant internet trolls, people who would spend their entire days ripping you down to pieces just so they could feel better about themselves. You knew giving them attention only made it worse, but you couldn't help it. Eventually you attempted to limit your screen time, trying to get away from the horrific words plastered across your screen, but somehow no matter what you'd come across the things they said.
Minju had noticed. She had a way of paying attention to things you didn't think she did. She knew your favorite food, the things that made you tick, the kinds of movies you watched when you didn't think anyone else was home. So when she noticed the way you got tired more easily, the tears welling up in your eyes mid practice when you couldn't get a step right, your footsteps padding to the kitchen late at night, she knew there was something wrong.
Initially the hangout was disguised as catching up outside of work over some hot beverages and café pastries, but on your way back, words fell from her lips without her meaning to.
"What's been going on with you lately?" Minju asked softly, eyebrows furrowed with worry.
"What?" you asked, shocked that someone had noticed despite how hard you'd been trying to hide it.
"I didn't mean for it to sound like that, you've just seemed so… tired. I'm worried about you," she clarified, her tone apologetic.
"It's nothing. I'll get over it. Sorry if I'm dragging you guys down," you answered, forcing a smile onto your face in an attempt to calm down Minju, though it obviously didn't work.
"The problem is you're not taking care of yourself. We all know you're talented, but you can't perform at your best when your health isn't up to par no matter how hard you practice," Minju gently scolded.
"What am I supposed to do? You know the company won't care, they never do. All they care about is what we can give them," you sighed, stopping along the side of the sidewalk, Minju stopping a second after you.
"I'll make them care. I'll do whatever you need me to," she whispered, holding out her pinky for you. "I promise."
Finally, a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, and unlike how you felt usually, this smile wasn't forced. It was joy that you actually had someone in your corner now.
hiiii!! can u do a short fic about keeho where he and the reader are chatting about how the reader got into piwon and they found out that they weren't the reader's first bias?? I just feel like he'll be dramatic about it :))) thankssss!!<33
HIII I made it a tiny bit different but here's the work! hope you enjoy -3-
꣑୧ 윤기호 ⨟ when you got into p1harmony, your initial bias was theo, and when keeho finds out he isn't exactly happy... ᜊ( ‘ ⩊ ‘𖦹)ᜊ words ⦂ O.4k ⁺໒꒱ིྀ༝ entry contents ⦂ jealous keeho keeho jokingly calls reader a cheater keeho being dramatic (っ- ‸ - ς) fluff ᦏ♡᪔ on repeat ⦂ it's me! by ill-it (՞𓏼ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ𓏼՞) request can be found here! ꮽ᤻
── ⟡ ˙ dear diary ̟ ⊹ thank you for this request! it's so cute n silly, I hope I did it justice ♪(´▽｀)
It was the first time Keeho had come over to your place. Typically, you'd be anxious and overly worried about the presentation of your home, but with Keeho you didn't have anything to be concerned about. He made you feel comfortable, relaxed, at home. That's why you had no problem sending him off to your room alone.
"Yeah, you can head to my room. I'm just going to clean up a bit," you told him, grabbing the dirty dishes off the counter and placing them into the sink, under the warm running water. He would offer to help you clean, but he knew how stubborn you were, and knew you would not let him help clean up in your home.
When he entered your room, he smiled at all the decorations littering the place, noticing how the room was so you. As he examined the room, his gaze brushed past polaroids, posters, books, and anything else he could imagine. That was, until he laid his eyes on the albums in your room.
Initially he was excited, a grin spreading across his face as he prepared to tease you about being such a big fan of your boyfriend. But when he actually looked at the photo cards, the wide gap between members of merch you owned of them, the look on his face dropped.
Sure, he was second place, but he wanted to be first. The majority of your merch was of his fellow member, Theo.
"Y/N!" he called out, offended tone in his voice as you came running into the room.
"What's wrong?" you ask, wiping your wet hands off on the bottom of your sweatshirt. Your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, and your eyes were searching him for any signal of danger or emergency.
"Who's this?" Keeho asks, holding up one of your many Theo photo cards in an attempt to prove some sort of point.
"Theo?" you respond, still completely befuddled.
"Why do you have more pictures of him than your own boyfriend? Might as well break up with me to be with your secret lover," Keeho argues, pretending to be upset as he lays down on your bed.
"Oh my god, Keeho, I'm trying to get more of your PCs, but they're so expensive," you laugh softly, sitting down beside him.
"Well why didn't you just say that?" he asked, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.
꣑୧ 外園 いろは ⨟ when iroha comes home to find you in tears from the sheer pain you're in, she knows she has to do something to help. ᜊ( ‘ ⩊ ‘𖦹)ᜊ words ⦂ O.3k ⁺໒꒱ིྀ༝ entry contents ⦂ chronically ill reader non-sexual partial nudity reader feels like a burden (っ- ‸ - ς) fluff comfort ᦏ♡᪔ on repeat ⦂ song (՞𓏼ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ𓏼՞)
── ⟡ ˙ dear diary ̟ ⊹ I'm in a flare right now so I thought up this cute lil number, hope you enjoy!
You felt bad for texting her, you really did. She was off working her butt off on choreography or vocals or whatever HYBE had her doing today. There was no doubt she was exhausted and stressed, and then you dumped all your issues onto her.
"Y/N?" Iroha's voice echoed through the small apartment, pulling you away from your downward spiral of thoughts. Her bag she brought to every practice clattered to the ground, the sound of her key-chains knocking against each other sounding out.
"Roha? You came?" you asked, your voice much softer than hers. You heard her slippers padding across the floor as she sped over to where you laid on the bed, covered in blankets and surrounded by heating pads.
"Of course I came, silly," she teased, gently pinching your cheeks, though she let go of the skin when she saw you wince. Iroha pressed the back of her hand against your forehead, checking to make sure your temperature wasn't elevated. As her eyes ran over your figure, she spotted the collar of your work shirt peeking out from beneath the line where the blankets began, and she knew that couldn't be comfortable.
"Let's change you into something nicer," Iroha stated, pulling away from you to head to your shared closet.
"Nicer?" you ask, confusion laced in your voice.
"Like this!" she answers, your favorite pajama set in her hands as she pops out from behind the doors. You let out a soft, pained, giggle as she pulled the blankets off of you, gently prying your clothes from your body.
Once she pulled the comfortable pajamas on your figure and made sure you were warm and comfortable, she laid down next to you for a moment, catching a breath and resting her feet.
"Are you feeling okay? Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked softly, hand reaching up to gently caress the skin of your cheek.
꣑୧ 정윤채 ⨟ you didn't exactly realize dating campus's prettiest girl would lead to post party babysitting, but yoonchae makes it worth it. ᜊ( ‘ ⩊ ‘𖦹)ᜊ words ⦂ O.2k ⁺໒꒱ིྀ༝ entry contents ⦂ sorority girl yoonchae nerd reader university au non sexual nudity (っ- ‸ - ς) fluff suggestive ᦏ♡᪔ on repeat ⦂ trouble by saynow (՞𓏼ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ𓏼՞)
── ⟡ ˙ dear diary ̟ ⊹ BLONDE YOONCHAE LOOKS SO GOOD!!! that's so her color ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
"Do you think you might've gone too hard?" you ask your wasted girlfriend, laying her down on the bed before disappearing into the closet to grab a fresh change of clothes that didn't smell like booze and bad decisions.
"You only live once, Y/N. Go hard," Yoonchae slurred from the bed, pumping her fist in the air as a sign of victory.
"Yeah, well you're going to wish you had a little more water when you have a horrible hangover tomorrow," you chuckle, heading back out to the bedroom. You have a comfortable pair of pajamas in your grasp, setting them down on the bed next to her before moving to take the top off of her.
"Woah, want me that bad?" she giggled through hiccups, lifting up her arms to make it easier for you to undress her.
"I'm getting you into pajamas," you corrected her, trying to sound stern, but the softness that bubbled out whenever you saw her was definitely still audible.
"Why not?" she groaned, pouting as her hand moved to trace the edge of your top.
"Because you're wasted," you state, grabbing her hand before she could snake her slender fingers beneath the hem of your top.
"You're no fun," she whined, flopping back onto the bed as you slipped her shorts off of her, instead putting the plush pajamas you got onto her body, letting her have a comfortable sleep and soft clothes to wake up to a hangover in.
"I know," you joke in response, getting off the bed to change yourself into something more casual, "but you'll thank me for this tomorrow."
the ride to minju's dorm didn't take long, since you had the luck of living nearby—or as close as someone could be to a kpop group's dorms, at least. it only took you around 20 minutes to drive, not even bothering to think too much of what the hell could your girlfriend be up to.
minju was an amazing partner. the best you could ask for, really. but sometimes she's so hard to read! you never know if she's about to say the most lame thing ever—no offense to her—or the most criminal thought ever brought into this world. no middle ground.
that's why you were a little nervous as you waited for the elevator in the lobby. what if she burned down her kitchen? oh god. you're not a firefighter. but she hasn't done anything yet.
maybe she is planning to burn down the whole building...
fortunately for you, the elevator opened it's doors before your thoughts wandered too far away. stepping inside, you scrolled on your phone a bit—reading some dumb tweets and letting out a few chuckles as you finally got to her floor.
you hesitated a little to knock on the door, doing it after a few seconds of contemplating what could be going on inside this place. after four knockings, minju opened the door, her hair a total mess and a bleach on her hand.
“... minju?”
“oh, hi. you came. here,” the door opened wider as she stepped aside so you could go inside. the nervous expression on her face was very noticeable but you tried to ignore it for her sake, “uh, sorry this is very random...”
minju was feeling a little too hyper aware now of how much of a mess her dorm was. there were a bunch of hair products scattered around the living room—brushes, three different brands of bleach and five tones of pink dye on her table.
“i was looking through some pinterest pictures and i kind of wanted to dye my hair?”
oh. so that was it?
you blinked at her a few times, as if processing her words, relief spreading inside you as you got the confirmation she isn't going to commit a felony. not against the law, at least. maybe against her manager.
“and i'm guessing this was an impulsive decision and you have no idea how to actually do it?”
given the way minju pouted after your words, looking at you with that big eyes of her, you've guessed the answer was yes.
sighing softly, a smile grew on your face. if she wanted to change her hair, who are you to deny helping? “alright. come on, i'll go get some gloves from your bathroom. you can sit anywhere.”
her face instantly lightened up at your words, nodding in a timid way, making her way to the chair she had placed near the table, waiting for you to come back.
you had some difficulty finding the latex gloves but they were eventually found—you didn't want to have your hands dyed pink. only the hair was enough.
making your way back to the living room, minju was still there, zoning out while staring at a random spot in the wall. she looked cute like that. minju jumped as you booped her nose, laughing at her reaction.
“hey, i need to know how you want your hair.”
“uh... i don't know. just do whatever you think may look good?”
“you're trusting my taste a little too much.”
she didn't answer that, instead just giggling and leaning her head back a bit so you could start working on her impulsive idea. knowing her more soft personality and her own tastes, you opted for a more lighter tone of pink.
you reached for the bleach, giving minju a quick warning about how her roots might burn a little bit, before starting to apply it for each strand of hair.
the atmosphere was comfortable. minju was almost falling asleep just by the touch of your fingers in her hair, making sure to be as gentle as possible with how you applied the bleach. at some point she begun humming one of her group's songs—pimple, you've recognized it. it was one of her favorites.
after some time, when you were finally done with the bleach, you tapped her shoulder to get her attention, “should i put something on the tv while we wait?”
“huh?” minju opened her eyes, looking around for a second and then up at you, “ah, sure. do you wanna see our last vlog?”
you nodded with a grin, “that sounds good.”
you dragged a chair to be next to your girlfriend, careful to not accidentally touch her bleaching hair since you didn't put anything to protect it.
the two of you giggle as you watched illit's latest vlog, paying attention to every comment minju made about what they did at every single place shown in the video. it was fun to just have these private moments with minju, even if it was around 9pm and you were helping her dye her hair.
once almost an hour passed, you told minju to go wash her hair, so you could now apply the dye. that process was faster than the bleach, as you two waited for another 45 minutes in silence, watching more vlogs.
now, you were drying minju's hair, a little eager to know her reaction. would she even like it? what if she hated it and decided to never ask for your help ever again?
“okay... aaaand... it's done! you can turn around now.” your voice was quiet, finally done with the hair.
minju hesitated, slowly turning her body to look at the mirror. her expression was blank for a second, and you were already mentally preparing yourself for a possible breakup over pink hair dye, when she touched one of the strands.
“i... i like it.”
“you do?”
“yeah. i feel pretty.”
giggling, you kiss her cheek, watching as minju's face suddenly matches with her new hair color, “you are pretty, silly.”
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─── 𝑓rom 로하 :: i loved writing this so much omg,, i am so obsessed with pink hair minju it's not even funny, pls request for her (and illit in general) ♡⸝⸝
Haii I was wondering if you could write something about Jongseob x pet regressor!reader !! I really like your writing and your blog is soo cute ! (feel free to ignore it if u want) tyy ^^
꣑୧ 종섭 ⨟ headcanons of how jongseob would take care of pet regressor reader! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ! ᜊ( ‘ ⩊ ‘𖦹)ᜊ words ⦂ O.Ok ⁺໒꒱ིྀ༝ entry contents ⦂ SFW PET REGRESSION nsfw interactions are not welcome sfw pet regression slight petnames (っ- ‸ - ς) fluff sfw regression platonic ᦏ♡᪔ on repeat ⦂ nothing (՞𓏼ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ𓏼՞) request can be found here! ꮽ᤻
── ⟡ ˙ dear diary ̟ ⊹ thank you for this request ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) I don't think I've written for petre before yet.... so thank you!!
ꢤꢆ Jongseob is an amazing caregiver. He can decode the meaning behind any animal noises you make or whatever actions you might have, and he always acts accordingly.
ꢤꢆ Jongseob gives you soft scratches on your head as he works on writing lyrics or putting together a beat for a new song. Though the action is subconscious, it's still soft and intimate, and there's still a heavy meaning behind it.
ꢤꢆ Jongseob will play with you for hours if you were to ask him. Fetch? Tug of war? Whatever is speaking to you that day, he is completely on board.
ꢤꢆ Jongseob spoils you 24//7. No matter what it is that you want that day or how busy he might be, he finds a way to make you feel like the most special creature out there. He gets you new toys, your favorite meals, fancy collars, everything.
ꢤꢆ Jongseob writes lyrics about you. They're all heart-tugging and wholesome, and he sings them to you as you begin to fall asleep, to make sure you know just how loved and valued you are.
꣑୧ 박민주 ⨟ when minju gets dragged to a party with her friends, she ends up catching the eye of the school's playgirl. ᜊ( ‘ ⩊ ‘𖦹)ᜊ words ⦂ O.3k ⁺໒꒱ིྀ༝ entry contents ⦂ uni au playgirl reader photography major minju implied bisexual reader (っ- ‸ - ς) fluff suggestive ᦏ♡᪔ on repeat ⦂ where them girls at by david guetta and flo rida (՞𓏼ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ𓏼՞)
── ⟡ ˙ dear diary ̟ ⊹ we need more ill-it yuri... it's tough on these streets
The bass of whatever house music was blasting through the speakers flooded into Minju's ear drums as she stepped through the front door. Yunah pulled Minju behind her, dragging her into the party and quickly being pulled off by her friends. Before she left, Yunah gave her the instructions to have fun and meet new people, but those might have been the most daunting words Minju had ever heard.
Minju chewed on the inside of her lip, picking at the skin of her fingers and willing the time to pass quicker so she could get out of this place. She had no idea why she let Yunah rope her into this mess. The strobe lights hurt her eyes and the pounding music made her head ache. As she attempted to make herself disappear against the wall in the sea of people, your eyes locked onto her across the party. A sly smirk took place on your face, eyeing her like prey while you made your way over to her.
"I don't usually see girls as pretty as you at parties like these," you commented, leaning on the wall next to Minju, red solo cup grasped in your hand.
"Thanks, I don't go out much," the long-haired girl stuttered in response, eyes darting away from your own as she shrunk in on herself. It was cute how horrible she was with compliments, from the nervous compulsions she had to the way her face burned through the makeup she applied.
"Well, I certainly wouldn't mind seeing you around here more often," you cooed, reaching out to twirl her deep black hair around your finger, biting your lip as a barely audible whimper of embarrassment fell from her lips.
"I don't know. I don't really like parties," she argued, obviously not irritated by the attention you were giving her, but certainly a bit overwhelmed.
"Well, we'll see about that. I'll see you in a bit, yeah?" you offered, not waiting for a response before pushing off the wall, disappearing into the crowd to fill whatever beverage was in your cup. You were going to have fun with her.
♪( ´∀｀) daniela ⨟ when your best friend calls you drunk off her face to pick her up, the car ride is more painful than you can bear. 𓈒۫ ׅ ✧ wc ⦂ O.5k ᰈ̠ content warnings ⦂ unrequited pining ⁺໒꒱ིྀ༝ angst no comfort ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ now playing designated driver by tristan ✉️ྀི
◜ seraphsmuse just messaged you! ◞ I've been obsessed with this song lately, so have some angst!
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"Oh my god, I'm so fucking drunk," Daniela slurred between giggles. You could hear the intoxication through the phone, image forming in your mind of her swaying as she spoke to you. The booming music of the house party around her nearly overpowered her sweet voice, and a familiar feeling twisted in your stomach.
"I told you to pace yourself," you lazily scold, no real bite behind your words, hand already reaching to grab your keys off of your nightstand.
"I did pace myself," Daniela whined, stomping her foot against the sticky party floor, "they're just making the alcohol stronger."
"I'm sure they are, Dani. I'm on my way to get you," you respond, rolling your eyes in playful annoyance.
"Uber for Daniela Avanzini?" you call out through the half open window, parking on the street next to whoever's house was currently being torn apart for the sake of a party. She was in the front lawn, taking selfies and admiring her now disheveled appearance. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the prospect of taking an Uber when she thought you were picking her up, but she quickly lit up when her eyes landed on you.
"Oh my god, Y/N, you're the best," she groaned, stumbling over to the car and swinging the passenger side door open and plopping herself down into the seat, shutting the door behind her.
The car ride was comfortable for a while. You two shared laughs and inside jokes, making fun of the people that tried to hit on Daniela and the girls that thought she would just let them talk shit. It felt familiar. Cozy. Like the rest of the world didn't matter anymore. Until Daniela decided to say something.
"I love you, Y/N," Daniela muttered, eyes tracing your side profile.
"I love you too, Dani," you affirmed, a searing pain twisting through your stomach and burning up your throat.
"No, really. You're so pretty and so sweet. I wish I didn't like boys. They're sooo annoying. You would make a great girlfriend," she doubled-down, sitting up straighter where she sat. The words rolled off her tongue like honey, wrapping their way around your heart and brain.
"Don't say that," you pleaded, voice growing softer and more distant.
"Why not? It's true," she interrogated, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Because you don't mean it," you snapped, turning to look over at her as your car stopped at a red light.
There was a heavy uncomfortable silence after that, one that wasn't broken. Not when you arrived at her house. Not when you dropped her off in bed. Not even for the following weeks while she blew up your phone, questioning what had happened when she was drunk that ruined what the two of you had. You felt bad for it, but you couldn't face her after that. The words you so desperately wanted to hear, the lack of romantic interest behind it, it all cut you like a knife.
