seullieverse
ever the foolish one
mari, 20+yo, side blog just a place to dump my writing
38 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
khallas-now
K—H—A—L—L—A—S
nedariphoto
Nedari Photography
axstinphoto
AXSTIN
musicmoviefan
SweetLadyBlue💙
anakin-rarepairs-week
Anakin Rarepairs Week
Text
see 0 note flop posts aren't that bad when they're personal but 0 note fandom posts feel literally so bad. like if you don't wanna play toys with me anymore just say that. i'll pack up my super cool awesome things and go and i'll sit on the other side of the playground by myself and i won't even look at you. fuck
28K notes
·
View notes
Text
Sonatine (Director's Cut)
Pairing: Cho Haseul x Kim Lip | Kim Jungeun; Lipseul
Summary: Rising actress and opera singer Jo Haseul and Kim Lip from idol group LOONA casted to co-star newcoming drama 'Sonatine'.
Rating: General audiences
Words: 6K+ | 8K+
Ao3: English | Portuguese
1 note
·
View note
Text
Phantom pain
Pairing: Hwang Miyoung | Tiffany/Lee Soonkyu | Sunny; 2ny
Summary: Even when they’re all grown up, Sunny notices they’re all the same, and Tiffany still smells like pink.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 6K+ | 7K+
Ao3: English | Portuguese
#this will be a two shot so just wait!#2ny#sunfany#2ny fanfic#snsd fanfic#my writing#lee sunny#sunny snsd#tiffany young#tiffany snsd
0 notes
Text
5.1k words written for this and i'm still just at the beggining someone please help me or i'll never finish
It’s with utmost joy that the former graduation party committee invites Soonkyu Lee and plus one to the soirée commemorating the 15 years of the class of 19XX.
We expect to find you there.
Please, send your confirmation to [email protected]
The crumpled invite on her hand sends chills down Sunny’s spine and haunts her thoughts, the last thing she wants is to go back to everyone, but she promised Yoona and Jessica she’d be there for old times sake. And because she needed a way to apologize to them when she vanished for several days after reading the letter’s content. And also because Jessica confirmed her presence—“I, Sunny Lee, will attend. Alone. I don’t have a plus one.”—before Sunny could give any excuses to not attend.
1 note
·
View note
Text
✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*happy TAEYEON day*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿
177 notes
·
View notes
Text
It’s with utmost joy that the former graduation party committee invites Soonkyu Lee and plus one to the soirée commemorating the 15 years of the class of 19XX.
We expect to find you there.
Please, send your confirmation to [email protected]
The crumpled invite on her hand sends chills down Sunny’s spine and haunts her thoughts, the last thing she wants is to go back to everyone, but she promised Yoona and Jessica she’d be there for old times sake. And because she needed a way to apologize to them when she vanished for several days after reading the letter’s content. And also because Jessica confirmed her presence—“I, Sunny Lee, will attend. Alone. I don’t have a plus one.”—before Sunny could give any excuses to not attend.
1 note
·
View note
Text
girlsgeneration: SMTOWN LIVE 2024 SMCU PALACE @ TOKYO DAY2 🩵
15 notes
·
View notes
Photo
im yoona (y magazine 2021)
228 notes
·
View notes
Text
Agora também ineditamente em português!
we fall in love every weekend and swear it's forever
It’s a once-a-year-every-year summer-esque relationship they have going on. Taeyeon knows close to nothing about Sunny—she’s pretty sure, though, that Sunny knows more about her than she shows. They always cross paths at the week-long festivities at the small coastal city, being it completely accidental
(It’s the second time Sunny’s ever been to the festival at this city, Taeyeon’s glad she’s able to spot her in the middle of the crowd. She has an awfully improvised, falling apart mermaid costume; her face, shoulders and belly: all fully bare and full of silver and blue glitter, blue cellophane envelops her legs—Taeyeon knows everything will fall apart within minutes as she dances in the middle of the street, Sunny also knows this, she’s wearing a bikini top and shorts to prevent further problems.
Taeyeon lets the crowd lead and take her to Sunny. They fall into place, bodies glued and dancing together, too close than normal and without sharing a word, save for the lyrics being screamed from the top of their lungs. It’s all it takes before they fall again into their strange weekend-only once-a-year relationship where they exclusively kiss each other and spend their time together in Taeyeon’s small apartment and sharing her bed before going back to the street party and live shows.
However, every time Taeyeon sees Sunny so free in the crowd, dancing and singing with a cold beer in hand and sweat falling from her neck, she can’t help but wonder who she truly is outside of this context—Sunny’s day-to-day life, if she works or studies, works and studies—and every time Taeyeon forgets to ever ask about private lives, too busy enjoying the moment and each other.
By the last day, when Sunny enters the transfer bus to go back to her city, Taeyeon feels empty as she walks alongside the shore, regretting everything she couldn’t find it in herself to ask—phone number, social media accounts, if she likes her back—, only hoping to see her the next year.),
or programmed beforehand
(“Next year,” Sunny says, laughing a tad bit too drunk to remember even the next day. Pink-glittered body glowing under the moon and streetlamps at two in the morning, music still bumming behind them at the main square. It’s their last night together, walking side-by-side back to Taeyeon’s place, “let’s meet at the bar we first met. But only at the third day.”
Taeyeon can only laugh at Sunny’s slurring, she stopped doubting Sunny’s memory not long ago—after they met by chance at the fourth day and, in a drunken haze, saying she waited for her for two hours. She laughs bitterly now, meeting on third day means having their fun before the annual pretend relationship for two days.
It always reminds Taeyeon they’re strangers.
“Are you sure about it?” Taeyeon’s less inebriated, sober enough to not slur her words, drunk enough to talk without thinking, “You can always come before the carnival begins and we can spend time together.”
Sunny falls to her knees from laughing, holding her stomach as she tries to grasp the new idea, “But what’s the fun in it? We should enjoy the carnival as much as we can!”
They’re too drunk to properly think about it, Taeyeon only laughs, “You’re right, let’s just enjoy the moment,” they might forget about this night tomorrow, or at least pretend they never had, “How long has it been since we met?”
“Five years?” Sunny says as she opens her hostel’s door, they share a quick peck, “Or four, I don’t know.”
They wave goodbye and Taeyeon goes back to her small apartment alone.).
It’s always the same situation sooner or later: Sitting at the beach together, sharing a moment before going back to their respective lives and forget about this relationship. Their cosplays are falling apart around them, white feathers are missing from Taeyeon’s costume and sprinkled all over Sunny’s shoulders and stomach, sitting side by side on the sand.
They’re tiring faster, drinking less than what they used some years ago, it means more time being just the two of them without screams around. Taeyeon’s looking at the waves softly coming to the sand, all the sweat and glitter making them shine strangely. Sunny thinks about taking the feathers off her, but her arms hurt too much to make any effort.
“You’re not from here.”
Sunny’s brows furrow, “You already know that.”
“No, I mean,” Taeyeon stumbles, “where are you from? The big city?”
“Yeah,” Sunny answers, Taeyeon feels Sunny’s stare on her, she wonders if they’re going to kiss now, “why, though?”
They won’t, Sunny’s already on edge.
“I don’t know, curiosity,” Taeyeon pretends nonchalance, “you live in the capital, then?”
Sunny’s just confused now, “How do you know?”
Taeyeon draws shapes on the sand with her fingers, “You don’t know how to walk in the sand, it’s funny to watch you run.”
“Is it that obvious?” Sunny laughs along.
“A lot, actually!” Taeyeon raises from her place and dusts herself, “I’m tired, we should head back and sleep. I’ll have work tomorrow.”
Sunny accepts Taeyeon’s hand, and they organize their stuff to walk together, Taeyeon to her apartment, Sunny to her hostel. it’s close to each other, but Taeyeon makes the effort of walking three more blocks just for the company.
Taeyeon takes a deep breath as they near Sunny’s stop, “Don’t you think it’s time we share phone numbers?”
“If we meet tomorrow, we can,” Sunny turns to her, lazy smile on her face, “I’m not with my phone now. You know where I’ll be.”
“You’re not gonna invite me in?” Taeyeon jokes a little desperate—she knows, if they don’t sort whatever they have by now, Taeyeon will not be able to reach Sunny after her work, and another year will pass and they’ll only meet next March, and it’ll stay the same as the past years, “Don’t you wanna spend the last night together at least once?”
Sunny smiles sweetly. She looks down at the sidewalk, understanding everything that Taeyeon wants, “Do you really wanna have a long-distance relationship? I like how it is, a carnival fling.”
“But what if we want to take it somewhere else?”
Sunny gives her a sad smile, “This is just a carnival thing, we don’t need to make it something big, we enjoy each other every year and stay like this.”
“It ends here, then?” Taeyeon doesn’t know what she expected, she feels a void in her stomach, but there’s nothing of the raw feelings that tear her up from inside.
“You know that if I ever find someone, I’ll stop showing up.”
“Okay,” Taeyeon’s voice is strangely small, “it ends here, then.”
this is an old fanfic i wrote once, loosely based on Jão's song amor pirata
1 note
·
View note
Text
i still want to keep going and i still have no idea what they want to do after this 😔
Her mind’s still in a thoughtless, blood-rushed haze, still, there’s this breathy voice coming from somewhere too near to be talking to someone else.
You’re an awful kisser, did you know that?, echoes around her head, Sunny tries to grasp from where. Her smile becomes stiffer, hooded eyes find dark-red cheeks and puffy lips from someone right in front of her. It’s meant to be a half-assed joke, Sunny understands the moment those too close to be friendly, swollen lips open in a throaty laugh.
Still off-guard, Sunny stares into dark eyes, “Am I?” voice shaking, fingers growing cold as she grips warm hips.
“Yeah,” she laughs again, equally dazed and equally clinging to skin-contact, “you were tense, why did you stop?”
Her muscles relax and she guides both of them to the smoking area. Less crowded, less music, less dry ice smoke. They’re still not alone, there’s still a lot of voices around them, they’re still panting and flushed and glued together. The chilly night air helps, though, they bask in the bustling voices until they calm down enough, sitting side by side on a wooden bench.
It’s quiet between them. Eyes closed, Sunny pays attention to the gossip of the group to her right, about some girl’s girlfriend’s friend whose boyfriend almost went to jail by mistake. A soft pinch on her thigh brings her back.
She places herself on Sunny’s lap. “I’m Tiffany,” hot breath puffs on her ear.
Sunny feels floating again, her hands wondering unconsciously to steady foreigner hips. “I’m Sunny.”
Tiffany’s smile is intoxicating, she traces lithe fingertips into Sunny’s bare collarbone. Tiffany stares. Sunny doesn’t wait for questions to linger on her mind, she has a point to prove and thus initiates another kiss; longer, less angry, less rushed, less teeth and more tongue, more passion but less desperation. A kiss as heated as the burning of her skin under Tiffany’s touch on her neck, fisting lightly on her scalp, scratching her back with not-so-blunt nails—Sunny wants to touch more skin, as much as Tiffany’s touching hers, she needs to keep the girl in place, though, so she digs her nails into milky skin, massages exposed hipbones; Sunny gets drunk on Tiffany’s addictive and sickeningly sweet smell, on Tiffany’s bitter taste of expensive dry martinis and gins on her tongue and lips, on the way she reposition herself to straddle Sunny’s thigh, on the effortlessly way they seem to match. Sunny bites Tiffany’s under lip to disengage the kiss and Tiffany holds Sunny by the jaw as to not allow her to part.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
It's already time to do a pinned post
Well, hello, I'm Mari, a college graduate who decided to pursue both a second degree and a Masters, both in Literature and at the same time.
This blog will be mostly K-Pop girl groups (Girls' Generation, LOONA, Dreamcatcher, maybe others) but not exclusively.
I accept requests for small scenarios or just if there's need to talk about the girls.
#snsd fanfic#loona fanfic#maybe others#there's not much to talk about actually#i never have a lot to say
0 notes
