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@swagaliciousbambi
do you want the house tour?
my house is on pretty girl avenue
doesnt matter i havent posted in like two months bcs what the fuck. i just woke up that was so unnexpected… im like having a panic attack rn cant stop crying
cooking an idol x idol w martinnn :pp i started writing as soon as it hit my req box hehe it’s gonna be out soon !!
HYE HYE HYEEE IT'S ME AGAINN AND I JUST WANT TO TELL YOU THAT KEONHO FIC JUST MAKES ME GIGGLE AND FLOPPING RIGHT NOW 😝 thank you for writing my req n i will drop a request later since sch just hit me in da head now 👹
w lots of love and kith kith
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HIIII you’re so sweeeet hehe im glad u liked it <333
i need reqs 😔😔 ,, help a girl out
are there any female idols you will write for?
yesss :p i've never wrote for ggs but I'm open to write for katseye and le sserafim !
📧 ྀིྀི 𝒾────TRUTH 🗒️♡ׁ ׁ◜ o ◝݂ ྀི১
ᦗ 𝓵ove letter 𝒻luff 347 𝓌ords
the student council room door creaks open, and this time, it’s quiet. not with a dramatic entrance, not a made-up reason held high in the air.
you look up from the club registration forms to find keonho standing there—hands in his pockets, his usual lazy grin nowhere to be seen.
“keonho?” you set down your pen, concerned by how nervous he looks. “everything okay? you… didn’t bring another ‘lost’ piece of paper this time, did you?” you say, teasing.
he takes a slow step inside, closing the door gently behind him, the first time he has ever bothered to shut it properly. he leans against the table beside you, not meeting your eyes at first.
“actually…” he starts, then pauses, running a hand through his hair. “i don’t have an excuse for being here. nonr at all…”
you tilt your head, confused.
all the times he had shown up before—with crumpled flyers, forgotten bags, questions about school events—he’d always had some story ready to go.
“i’ve been coming in here for weeks with all those stupid reasons,” he continues, finally looking at you. his gaze is softer than you’ve ever seen it. “said i found your stuff or… needed help with homework,”
he shifts closer, and you can feel your heart starting to race.
he sighs. “truth is… i just wanted to see you. every single day.”
the words hang in the air between you, and you set down your stack of papers completely. he reaches out tentatively, brushing a stray piece of hairr off your face with careful fingers.
“i—i know i’m not exactly the type of guy you would expect to be hanging around the council room,” he says with a small, genuine smile. “but… you make even all this boring paperwork look interesting. and i got tired of pretending there was any other reason to be here.”
you feel your cheeks warm as you look up at him, a smile spreading across your own face.
“well… you don’t need an excuse, not anymore” you say quietly. “you can just come see me. anytime.”
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heyyy it's me againn, I'm thinking of maybe like some school themed fic for ma baby keonho, I rlly love the academic boy james you make n may i req a sweet fluff abt keonho teaching reader how to swim idk or or maybe how abt reader is like some student council and keonho is like the naughty boy who always have his way around to have reason to enter the council's room to meet reader, anyway don't forget to hydrate bby,
w luv, mwa mwa
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thank u sm for requesting angel ! sorry for the wait :c i rewrote it three times cause i didn’t like how it turned out… this was the best i could do ૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა (it’s still ass srry)
click here — truth ❤︎ keonho.
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📧 ྀིྀི 𝒾────SARANGNEE CLUB 🦷♡ׁ ׁ◜ o ◝݂ ྀི১
ᦗ 𝓵ove letter 𝓉ooth-rotting fluff 564 𝓌ords
martin’s been complaining about tooth pain the whole week—“ughhh i can’t even eat without it hurting.” “my gums hurt so much, i’m dying.” to which you would respond with: “you’re not gonna die, martin. we just have to go to the dentist.”
and here you are, at the dentist’s waiting room.
it’s been about an hour since you arrived, so any moment now the doctors should finish removing his wisdom teeth.
you lean forward in the plastic chair, scrolling through your phone just to pass the minutes. the receptionist gives you a small smile as she flips through some files.
“looks like dr. johnson is wrapping up now.” she says, and sure enough, a few moments later the door opens and martin comes out in a wheelchair, his cheeks puffed up like he's hiding two baseballs, gauze stuffed in his mouth.
his eyes open as he sees you, his gaze softening.
the nurse stops him in front of your figure, “here he is, wisdom tooth gone, everything went very well. though, he couldn’t stop asking where his girlfriend was when we were finishing up, seems like he missed you.” she said, a teasing smile in her face.
you giggle at the information, not daring to question her because you know your silly loser of a boyfriend and that’s something he’ll do.
you stand up, moving over to him. his hands immediately reach for yours, giving a gentle squeeze—the slight shake from the anesthesia still wearing off.
“hey there, you big baby,” you say softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “missed me that much, huh?”
he tries to speak but only manages a muffled: “mhm i wobe you ‘s mush!” as he puckers his puffed cheeks like he's trying to give you a kiss. the nurse laughs quietly and adjusts the wheelchair's brakes.
“he is gonna be a little loopy for a couple hours,” she explains, handing you a small paper bag. “this are some pain meds to take every six hours, and the usual instructions—soft foods only, no straws, keep the gauze in place until the bleeding slows down.” you nod your head, “got it, thank you so much!” you turn to martin, his anasthesia-dilated eyes appearing to have hearts in them as he’s already looking at you. “say thank you to the nurse, mars.”
“than kiu, nurth!” the nurse laughs at his words—he put a lot of effort to make them sound the clearest he could. “your welcome, son. goodbye!”
“bye!” you smile at her. “okay, baby. let’s get you to the car.” you say, carefully lifting him up from the chair—his legs wobbling from the drugs they gave him.
martin puts his arm around your shoulder to support himself. “want me to get you some apple sauce on the way home?" you ask, and he gives a slow, dopey nod, “an’ mashed ‘otatoes… you ar’ pwetty.” he slurs, while you open the door to the car.
you laugh, pressing a light kiss to his forehead so you don't hurt his sore mouth. “i’ll get you all the mashed potatoes you want, handsome. let’s get you home so you can rest, ‘kay? and maybe you can tell me about how much you love me once you can actually talk again.”
as you buckle him into the passenger seat, he just smiles, looking at you like you hung the stars.
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do u have any tips on writing ideas? ive wanted to write but i have writers block :cc
hi babe ! i get writers block so often that is like normal for me to write like four fics under 2 days and then disappear for five months hehe :3
but! when i need inspiration, i just get on here and read my fav writerssss and—if u wanted trope ideas, just write what u like reading! my favorites are enemies to lovers, friends 2 lovers, grumpy x sunshine :p
AAAA I RLLY LOVE THE HOGWARTS AU JUHOON FIC >< KEEP IT UPP GIRLL
lots of love, mwa mwa
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TY SO MUCHHHH <333 i’m currently writing your req!!! it’s probably gonna get posted tomorrow or even later today hehe :p
📧 ྀིྀི 𝒾────𝒾 CAN SEE YOU 🪴♡ׁ ׁ◜ o ◝݂ ྀི১
ᦗ 𝓵ove letter 𝒻luff 𝒸ute bickering 𝒽ogwarts au 𝓈lytherin x hufflepuff 793 𝓌ords ── i am a harry potter nerd sorry for the magic terms hehe
you’re bent over your cauldron in potions class, carefully stirring your wiggenweld potion clockwise exactly three times. next to you, juhoon hums softly as he adds the ingredients, his movements steady and sure.
“i bet you ten galleons that mine’s better than yours.” you mutter, without looking up from your work.
he glances over, a warm smile on his face that makes you roll your eyes. “i don’t bet, snake. much less, in class. we’re all just trying our best, right?”
“speak for yourself,” you shoot back, adjusting your tie. “i am trying to be top of the year. someone’s gotta keep the standards high.”
professor snape passes by your table, peeking into both cauldrons. “miss, your potion is adequate; but mr. park’s has perfect consistency. ten points to hufflepuff.”
you slump in your seat as juhoon gives you a gentle nod. it’s always like this—he never tries to beat you, he just... does. and he’s so nice about it too, which makes it way more frustrating than if he were showing off.
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the real ‘rivalry’ starts when you both sign up for the school’s herbology championship. the challenge is to grow and care for a rare venomous tentacula. tricky, dangerous, and worth fifty points for your house.
you set up your plant in a corner of the greenhouse, shielding it from direct sunlight like the textbook says. but every time you come to check on it, juhoon’s tentacula looks just a little healthier. the leaves greener and stronger.
one time, you catch him gently pruning his plant, talking to it in a low voice like he’s comforting a friend.
“are you really having a chat with a carnivorous plant?” you ask, walking over with your watering can.
juhoon laughs quietly, wiping dirt off his hands on his robe. “they respond better when you’re calm and kind to them. it’s not about forcing it to grow; it’s about helping them.”
“that’s not how you win a competition,” you say sharply. “you have to be firm.”
before he can answer, your plant suddenly lashes out—its vine wrapping around your wrist. you yelp and try to pull away, but it only make the grip tighten.
juhoon moves quickly, placing a gentle hand on the plant’s stem. “easy there,” he says softly. “she’s not going to hurt you.”
the vine loosens right away, letting you go. you stare at him, stunned.
“…how did you—“
“like i said,” he grins, searching for a bandage on the classroom. “they respond to kindness.”
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over the next few weeks, you find yourself watching juhoon more than your own plant. he comes to the greenhouse early every morning, checking on all the plants—not just his own. he helps first years repot their mandrakes, he stays late to water the pumpkins in the garden, and never complains when sprout asks him to do extra work.
one day you find him in the greenhouse looking worried. his plant is drooping, the leaves starting to turn brown.
“what happened?” you ask without thinking.
“i think i overwatered it.” juhoon says, his shoulders slumping. “i was so focused on making sure it had enough that i didn’t realize the soil wasn’t draining right.”
you walk over and examine the plant closely, running your fingers through the soil. “it’s not just the water—look,” you point your finger to the dirt. “there’s fungus growing on the roots. we need to repot it in fresh soil, and add some powdered dragon scale to fight the rot.”
juhoon’s eyes widen. “how—how do you know that?”
“i read about it in a book,” you say, already grabbing supplies from the shelf. “here, help me lift it carefully, we don’t want to damage it.”
working together, you get the plant settled in new soil. as you dust off your hands, juhoon looks at you with a soft smile.
“you know, you’re not as tough as you act.” he says.
“and you’re not as soft as i thought,” you reply, feeling your cheeks warm a little.
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when the championship judges come to inspect the plants a week later, both of yours are thriving. professor sprout announces you’ve tied for first place—twenty five points to slytherin and twenty five to hufflepuff.
after the ceremony, juhoon found you sitting by the fountain in the courtyard.
“hey,” he says, sitting down next to you. “uhh—i was thinking... maybe… we could work together on the next herbology project? you know a lot about theory, and i’m pretty good with the… hands-on stuff.”
you look at him. his honest brown eyes, his messy hair, the way he keeps glancing at the fountain like he’s worried about disturbing the water.
“yeah,” you say, a small smile of your own finally breaking through. “i’d really love that.”
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hii!! love ur writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻 can u write enemies to lovers juhoon? non idol au maybe academic rivals idk u do ur magic (even better IF possibly you make it hogwarts au)
thank u sm for requesting angel ! this was fun to write :3 it’s similar to the hc’s i did for james because my brain is small & i suck at endings :p hope you like it ! ( ◜ ‿ ◝ )
click here — i can see you ❤︎ ︎ juhoon.
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📧 ྀིྀི 𝒾───PRETTY WHEN U CRY 💧♡ׁ ׁ◜ o ◝݂ ྀི১
ᦗ 𝓵ove letter 𝒽urt&𝒸omfort 𝒻luff 509 𝓌ords
the apartment is silent, except for the sound of the tv—with whatever show was playing before the argument—and the low hum of the fridge.
the argument was bond to happen—something you’ve been reminding him and he kept doing—so, you reached your breaking point, and you yelled at him.
everybody knows jake is very sensitive. you know it. you knew yelling at him would make him feel bad. the both of you said things you didn’t really mean in the heat of it, and it resulted in jake crying.
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now, you’re on the bed, scrolling through your phone. trying to pretend you can’t hear jake sobbing from the other side of the door. it hurts you. more than you would admit out loud. your thumb keeps moving upwards on the short videos, but you don’t process a single word. the light from the screen suddenly feels cold against your cheeks, which are damp too—you didn’t even realize you had started crying too.
you hear the sobbing soften to shaky breaths, then the creak of the couch as he shifts. your chest tightens.
you can’t stand it anymore.
you set your phone down, your hands trembling a little. the floor groans under your feet as you walk to the door, and when you pull it open, you find him with his face buried in a pillow, his body shaking slightly.
you stood by the door frame, you eyes watery. “i—i’m sorry” you say, your voice barely a whisper. “i never should’ve yelled. none of—none of what i said was true… i didn’t mean it.”
he lifts his head, eyes red and puffy, and you see the same pain you feel mirrored in his gaze. “i’m—hic really sorry too,” he mumbles, wiping at his cheeks with the sleeve of his hoodie.
you cross the room and he gets up from the couch, meeting you in the middle with a hug. jake hides his face in your neck, his face damp. he sighed, “i—i hate when we fight… i don’t like when you’re—hic mad at me…” he looks up, his pretty puppy eyes on yours.
“i hate it too, jakey…” you wipe your tears with the heel of your hand.
after a moment, you both sit on the sofa, jake still clinging to you.
“we can talk about it properly now,” you say, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “no yelling this time. i promise.” you add. he nods his head, “yeah, okay. i promise to listen.” he says, his voice so soft it makes you want to put him in you pocket.
you smile at him, “mm i love you.” your nose brushing his. “i love you too.” jake whispered to you.
you couldn’t resist not feeling his lips on yours, so you fixed it.
the kiss so soft. so filled with love and love only.
you both separated from the kiss, giggles breaking out immediately.
“have i ever told you how pretty you look when you cry?”
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📧 ྀིྀི 𝒾────GO GO JU𝒾CE 🧴♡ׁ ׁ◜ o ◝݂ ྀི১
ᦗ 𝓵ove letter 𝒽ighly suggestive 𝒹irty talk 𝓃icknames 444 𝓌ords ──
your husband barely manages to open the door and you’re already trying to kiss his pretty lips.
“mmm… seungie ‘m so horny,” your drunk-self said, so close to his face. “i know, sweetheart. but i’m not gonna fuck you while you’re drunk, baby.” he says, as he closes the door behind you. guiding you to the couch.
you whine. “nghh, why noooot? ‘m wet, hee. ‘couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you the whole night…” you confess. “i missed you. ‘was havin’ fun with the girls but… i jus’ wanted to get home and ride you…” heeseung laughs. “is that so?” he asks. “uh huh… got me all hot and bothered. you aaalways do.”
“oh baby, you’re gone. let’s get you ready for bed, pretty, come on.” he says, his pearly whites on display, as he guides you to your bedroom’s bathroom.
you pout. “ughh i don’t wanna sleep! i wanna suck your cock!” heseeung’s face turns red—he feels so lucky to be witnessing you in this state, he’s gonna love your face in the morning when you find out all the things you said. “sweetheart, you can’t do that.” he remarked. “oh but i can! you said you like it when i’m messy.” you added, very proud of remembering what he had told you.
he chuckles, opening up the bottle of makeup remover. “princess, no sex for you tonight. tomorrow, when you’re sober and on your right mind, you can do aaall the things you wanna do to me. promise.” he says, as he’s removing the mascara from your tired eyes.
“wait… all the things i wanna do?” you ask, a smile making its way to your lips.
your husband nods. “all the things you wanna do.” he repeats.
“promise?”
“promise.”
you giggle. “…’m gonna peg you! and then i’m gonna riiiide you and you’ll play with my boobs, okay?” you say, buzzing with excitement.
heeseung can’t help but laugh, really laugh. and your drunk brain takes it as a threat. “why are you laughing? ‘m serious!” you protest.
you’re now barefaced, hair still messy from all the dancing with your friends. “and after we do all that, you’re gonna eat me out. oh my god! can you eat me out!?”
he shakes his head, amused. “yes, angel. i’m gonna eat you out all day. tomorrow.” as soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re throwing yourself at him, giving him a thight hug. “yay!! thank youuu, you’re the best boyfriend ever…” you say, letting out a dreamy sigh.
“you know i’m your husband, right baby?” your head turns so fast to see his face, a giddy smile on your mouth. “even better.”
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thx for 2000 notes omg !!
steve baseball coach… got me thinking
📧 ྀིྀི 𝒾────BEAUT𝒾FUL BOY 🌟♡ׁ ׁ◜ o ◝݂ ྀི১
ᦗ 𝓵ove letter 𝒻luff 𝒾nsta stories 06 𝒾mages
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