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stayinlimbo · 1 month

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cat walk

pairing: lee minho x reader ft. soondoongdori requested?: yes; 100 followers celebration genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, i am only using my own cat experience, lowercase intended, slightly unedited word count: 935 note: thank you @infinity-tiny for the request. i definitely took some creative liberties with it but i hope you still like it ♡

if anyone had asked minho what he thought he’d arrive home to on a seemingly normal friday evening, he probably would’ve described his typical welcoming committee consisting of you shouting out a “hey min!” from somewhere in the living room or kitchen, and, if he was lucky, his cats poking out from their usual hiding spots to greet him.

it most certainly wouldn’t have been this, yet here we are.

minho’s hand hasn’t even released the front door handle before soonie’s pleading eyes bore holes into his soul. the cat’s large body is draped comfortably over your shoulder, but minho can tell that soonie would rather be literally anywhere else than where he currently is.

the sound of rustling diverts minho’s attention towards the ground next to your feet. doongie’s sprawled out form rubs against a pair of shoes strewn to the side of the entryway as he noisily meows at the sight of his owner’s (father’s) figure barely stepping past the threshold.

minho flicks his eyes back up as soft clicking noises reverberate around the narrow hallway, watching the final child hesitantly making his way towards your free, outstretched hand holding his favorite treat.

“what are you doing?”

dori’s cautious steps halt at minho’s voice, making you quietly groan out in frustration.

“hey min, happy to see you, now shhh for a minute please,” you hastily whisper, gaze focused on the brown tabby. the soft clicking resumes and dori finally comes close enough for you to scoop him up in your arms alongside his older brother.

you whirl around to face your boyfriend, who at long last has properly entered the house and closed the door. a radiant grin illuminates your face at the sight of him. if minho’s being honest, it tugs at his heartstrings a bit. you missed him and you’re so happy to see–

“hold soonie and dori for me, will you? i need to grab this bag real quick,” you rush out, not giving him much of a choice as you’re already transferring the two cats into his arms.

okay, so maybe not.

minho watches you jog over to a bag he didn’t see at the end of the hall, laughing at the tiny slip in your footing when you turn around to come back towards him. you plop down next to doongie, giving him a quick pet before fishing in the bag and pulling out a leash and a cat-sized reflective vest.

hold up.

“you didn’t,” minho blanches, watching you put doongie’s head and paws through the green vest’s openings, hooking the leash to the rings that are now attached to the cat’s back.

“i did. soonie,” you reply, reaching up for your next (unwilling) participant. minho crouches down next to you, reluctantly complying with your demands.

“you’re going out now?” he questions. poor soonie is not as cooperative as his younger brother, and it takes everything within minho to not save him out of pity for what is to come.

“yes, they’re more frisky in the evening—dori—so i thought ‘why not?’”

“but it’s dark outside,” minho tries to reason, passing you the final feline. it’s of no use, you are too far gone.

“that’s what the reflective vests are for. duh,” you counter, rolling your eyes with a fond smile as you let dori leap out of your hold. “there, don’t they look ready for the outdoors?”

the cats are all sprawled in different positions on the floor. soonie still looks like he’d rather be anywhere else, doongie is preoccupied with swatting the bag now, and if dori could make himself any smaller, he would turn into a perfectly shaped ball.

no, ready isn’t the word minho would use.

you must see the hesitance still lingering behind his eyes because this time you sift through the bag to retrieve a human-sized reflective vest and pull it over your sweatshirt.

“if it makes you feel any better, i’ll be wearing this the entire time with them to be extra safe. please, please, please let me try this,” you beg, looking at him with your best imploring eyes.

minho has to give it to you, you’ve gotten better at this. you must’ve been practicing after the last time he told you “no” to something he can’t even remember at this point.

he lets out a sigh at your unwavering gaze, finally giving in to your pleas. “...did you at least get me one?”

“of course i did, who do you think i am?” you scoff lightly, digging through the bag and extending your hand towards him with his very own green reflective vest.

as minho slips on what, in his opinion, is the ugliest vest he’s ever seen in his life, he can’t help the smile blooming on his face growing wider. although this may be one of the weirdest methods (and he means it) you’ve used to get the family all together, he can see the commitment and energy you put into making sure everyone would be safe.

you don’t need to know right now that he tried this years before he met you and that the cats will give up entirely about ten steps away from the walkway. he’ll let you discover that on your own.

and as you call “hurry up, let’s go!” to him halfway out the door with soonie and dori in your arms, doongie trailing slowly by your feet trying to bite the loose leash dangling in front of his face, minho knows he wouldn’t trade this for the world. not when he has the ones he loves most all in one place.

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godslino · 2 months

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Don’t mind me, just popping in to tell you that I hope you doing well 🤍

Have a picture of my cat my mom took:

MY PRECIOUS AVI HELLO <333

thanks so much for checking in on me, i am feeling slightly more alive today! the sickness i had + work was definitely having me feeling like i wasn’t gonna make it 😭

YOUR CAT IS SO PRECIOUS I HAVE THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE. PLEASE GIVE THEM ALL THE PETS AND SCRATCHES IN THE WORLD FOR ME!!!

all the love 🤍

#answered #loves #stayinlimbo #made my whole day

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astraystayyh · 2 months

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Wait your tag list is open 👀

Please put me in coach 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🥺🥺🥺

sure thing babyyyy 💓💓

#sahar's.asks <3 #stayinlimbo

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stayinlimbo · 1 month

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love at your fingertips

pairing: lee minho x reader genre: established relationship, fluff disclaimers: tooth-rotting fluff, will (hopefully) make you smile, slight suggestiveness, lowercase intended, slightly unedited word count: 681 note: i had this idea and just had to do it. i love love ♡

minho has never been good with words.

it’s a fact he’s had to accept throughout his entire life. sentences spew past his lips before he has time to process what he's saying and his mouth won’t form the intended words clawing at the back of his throat. his attempts at conveying emotions fall flat due to his dry tone of voice, the only noticeable tells articulated by his ever-changing demeanor.

it must be ironic that he considers himself an extrovert.

or maybe it isn’t, because although minho may not be able to express himself verbally in his native korean, he is fluent in the universal language of love through touch (as if his obsession of slapping his friends’ butts wasn’t proof enough). and now that you’re in his life, it has become one of his primary means of communication.

“i love you” is one of the phrases minho will never have trouble saying. not when the simple brush of the back of his hand with yours hints at his affection for you before starting dating. not when he clasps your hand with his to carefully guide you through a crowded area, occasionally looking back to ensure you’re okay and always to be met with a smile that melts his heart.

he expresses it in the way he ruffles your hair when he stands behind your seated form on the couch, laughing as he defends himself against your playful swats. minho remains tied to you, playing with your fingers under the restaurant table when on a group date with your mutual friends.

careful love as his hand presses against the small of your back, letting you walk slightly in front of him on the sidewalk at night, making sure you’re always in his line of sight.

passionate love as he pushes you against the bedroom door, the grip on your hips tightening when your mouth detaches from his and trails down to his neck. he radiates it through the act of intertwining his fingers with yours by your head as he pants into your ear, pressing a sloppy kiss to your temple, a silent thank you for vulnerability you’ve never hesitated to unveil for him.

unconditional love when he pulls you in for a firm embrace after one of the worst arguments the two of you have ever had in your relationship. his thumbs wipe your tears away, an unspoken apology for making you cry.

it’s the love minho knows will be there when he wakes up in the morning as he stretches his hand out towards the middle of the bed, close to where your half-asleep figure peacefully lays.

it’s the love he knows is reciprocated, for you speak the language of love too.

minho hears it, sees it, in the way you took his shy hand in yours, intertwining them together with a beam on your face at the way his face flushed from your confident action, and it’s the way your fingertips dig into his shoulders, kneading away the tense muscles after a stressful day.

you make his annoyance at the world disappear when your fingers card through his wet hair, creating spiky towers pointing in every direction that he can’t help but laugh at himself at how ridiculous he looks (yet never smooths them back down unless you do it for him).

it’s your careful love too, existing in the lip tint you applied on him transferring onto your lips as you tilt his head and pull him in for a sweet kiss. it’s worth the smudged kiss stains adorning his face when he sees you admiring your work, squishing his cheeks together because he’s just “so cute.”

you love every extension of him, including his cats that yowl and parade around your feet until you give them all equivalent attention with gentle pets.

love is imbued in your touch, even when you’re half-asleep, yet still reach out to meet his open palm to loosely interlace your fingers.

no, “i love you” is one of the phrases minho will never have trouble saying. not if it’s with you.

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stayinlimbo · 22 days

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Returned Call

wc: 765, genre: exes to lovers(?), warnings: cursing in beginning, slightly unedited

note: although i feel this could be read as a stand-alone, here is the sequel to Missed Call you guys were asking for. i hope you enjoy ♡

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system: You know. Lee Minho. Not available. Voicemail. Speak.

Fuck you, Lee Minho. No, seriously, fuck you.

Tell me why I was contacted by not one but three of your dancing buddies within the past twenty-four hours about how you’ve been moping around and trudging through your routines for the past week.

They were all essentially the same. You haven’t been the same since we broke up, is there any way we could reconnect, give you one more chance, blah blah blah.

You must be doing really bad if one of them was Hyunjin, of all people.

Two months too late, don’t you think?

As if any of this was my fault.

…

I was getting better before you called, you know?

I finally fixed my sleep schedule. I won’t lie, it took longer than I’d like to admit to break the habit of staying up late for you. At least I was already used to sleeping alone.

I reconnected with some old friends since I couldn’t talk to Jisung as much without being reminded of you. They can still read me like a book, even after all these years.

I even went on a date.

Granted, it was with myself, but I like to think it still counts.

…

You know what I realized on my “date?” And while out with my friends? And on the sleepless nights I spent staring up at my childhood bedroom’s ceiling?

I had forgotten what it felt like to be seen. To be appreciated. To be loved.

It seems like you’ve come to that conclusion as well, because you’re right. I deserved better. I deserve better. I may have ended our relationship, but I wasn’t the one who left first.

I remember our last kiss, paired with another one of your lies I foolishly kept believing in until I finished the movie night you promised you’d be home in time for. And I remember waking up on the couch with a sore neck to see your fatigued silhouette entering the front door, barely sparing me a glance as you dragged yourself towards the bedroom.

You didn’t even look sorry.

How could you, I guess, if you left everything back at the studio?

…

I used to admire your passion, Minho. I hate that I still do. You pour everything you have, everything you can possibly give, into what you love. So why couldn’t you do the same for us? For me?

You say you love me, but why does it feel like I lost something I'm not sure I ever had?

…

Where did we go wrong? What did I do wrong? I gave everything to you. I gave you my heart, my body, my entire being. I gave you everything until there was nothing left to give.

I never asked for anything outlandish. I think it’s reasonable to want to talk with your partner, to share your lives with one another. I think it’s reasonable to ask about when you’ll be home for our anniversary without being yelled at in front of your friends.

You want me to be proud of you? You want me to be happy about one of the very things that ripped us apart?

Yes, you’re selfish, but I’m no better.

…

Maybe this is my fault. After all, no one should feel obligated to love someone. I just never thought it’d apply to us.

…I wish I could hate you. I really do.

But all I see is your stupid face smiling at me when I close my eyes. I hear your laugh ringing in my ears when I remember the ways you said or did something ridiculous to make me feel better after a stressful day. I still feel the warmth of your body wrapped around mine when we did wake up next to each other, our legs entwined together to where it was impossible to escape. Not that I ever wanted to.

I want you to keep smiling at me. I want you to hold me. I want you to miss me. I want you to want me.

Because I still want you.

…

I want to give you a second chance, Minho. If things could be different this time, if we could be different. If we could share ourselves, wholeheartedly, as lovers, and not strangers.

I want to fall in love with you again, Lee Minho.

…

Call me back, when you get the chance. You can keep the shirts for now.

Just please, don’t make me regret this.

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ending note: I hope this didn't disappoint. I really tried my best to make it work with all the angst in here :D. I also tried incorporating parallels from Missed Call so hopefully that wasn't too annoying or anything <3

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stayinlimbo · 9 hours

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We Become We

pairing: husband!lee minho x reader genre/warnings: friends to lovers, marriage of convenience, fluff, poor attempts at my trying to be funny, mc's gender is not specified word count: 1.02k note: i am not dead yay. i tried my best since i haven't had time to write for almost a month so please take this as a peace offering ♡

Marriage. It’s an interesting concept, isn’t it?

You’ve always thought so, at least. Two people agreeing to sign a legal document and tethering their lives to each other for whatever reason, be it love, societal expectations, familial pressure, financial security, etc.

Yours happens to be a man named Lee Minho. The same man you’ve been friends with for as long as you can remember. The same man who asked you to marry him for a reason you didn’t get to learn until he was already down on one knee.

(“I’m sorry, you want me to WHAT?” “Marry me. Please, I need health insurance.”

“Okay, yes, sure, whatever; now please get off the floor. People are staring.”)

Lee Minho, who, after dragging you to the courthouse and legally becoming your husband, finally elaborated on how his job would pay him more and cover both of your health insurances if he was married. So really, in his words, he was “doing you a huge favor” by marrying you.

And, in all honesty, he really was. No, you didn’t have a ring to show off your new husband’s weird skill at finding loopholes in company policy, and you’re like thirty-five percent sure the two of you are committing some kind of marriage fraud, but does it really matter when you can finally start using the hot water in your dingy apartment without worrying if you’ll have enough money to fund your crippling caffeine addiction? The government will have to drag you kicking and screaming before you resort back to mankind’s cruelest form of torture: cold showers.

Not to mention that marriage didn’t even change your relationship with Minho. And why would it? You’re still you, and he’s still him. He gets on your nerves just the same, maybe even a little bit more after he decided to frame your marriage certificate in his living room and send a photo to all your mutual friends. You’ll never forgive Minho for laughing at your helplessly panicked state when the group chat wouldn’t stop exploding with messages and incessant calls.

You’re still his best friend that resides in his apartment four out of seven days of the week while he inhabits yours for the other three. Maybe that’s why, two weeks after your “wedding,” when it was time to renew your lease, Minho suggested with a simple shrug of his shoulders that you move in with him since “you’re here all the time anyway.”

You’ve really got to learn how to say no to him because now you wake up next to your best friend/roommate/husband in his one bedroom, one bathroom apartment at the crack of dawn with a light pressure on your chest and fur in your face when his cats decide you need to wake up right now to feed them.

Not to say you don’t like the new arrangement! No, that would be the furthest from the truth.

Sure, you didn’t appreciate your skin care routine being interrupted by the unexpectedly high-pitched scream Minho let out when he saw you in a face mask for the first time, and what kind of person still has their phone’s brightness turned up all the way before bed? But who else would willingly tolerate your deliriousness before your morning coffee or indulge in your pleas to cook your favorite food three days in a row?

Living with Minho has only made the purely platonic feelings you harbor for him grow stronger.

That’s what the fluttering in your chest means every time you see him, right? The reason for the smile that grows on your face when you hear the distinct jingling of keys at the front door?

Yeah, that must be why heat spread across your cheeks when he handed you his phone to text one of his friends back, because since when did the heart emoji make an appearance next to your pinned contact name?

You just care about each other, that’s all. It’s normal to want to make sure he arrived at work safely and ask how his day is going during your lunch breaks. It’s normal to start receiving back hugs before bed—a comforting weight as Minho’s chin rests on your shoulder while you apply the rest of the products to your face.

It’s natural to have doubts about the nature of your relationship during an evening walk, acutely aware of his fingers lightly brushing against yours as you silently study his features illuminated by the soft glow of the scattered streetlights. What if he meets someone else and falls in love with them and wants a divorce and– oh.

Has he always looked at you like that? With his gaze softening as it locks with yours? With the corners of lips lifting into the gentlest smile you’ve ever seen? With all the stars shining above you finding a second home in his eyes? A look so loving that it takes your breath away and you can’t tell if you’re about to laugh or cry in relief.

And when you return home to get ready for bed, the familiar feeling of hands wrapping around your waist and a careful pressure resting by the crook of your neck quells the remnants of your worries.

It’s you and Minho. Minho and you, just as it always has been. Just as it’s always meant to be.

The distance between your bodies on the bed becomes nonexistent when you curl yourself into his side, laying your head on his shoulder and intertwining your legs with his as he immediately, unhesitantly, adjusts his arm, his fingertips finding purchase on exposed skin and roaming across the span of your back. A kiss to the top of your head is the last thing you feel before the gentle lull of breathing and the rise and fall of his chest begin to soothe you to sleep.

…

Ah, marriage—what an interesting concept. Two people agreeing to sign a legal document and tethering their lives to each other for whatever reason, be it love, societal expectations, familial pressure, financial security, etc.

You love your husband, and you’re beginning to think he loves you too.

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godslino · 11 days

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Happy belated birthday, you deserve all the love and happiness in the world universe 🥳 💐

avi hi!! im sorry this response is coming so late but i love love love and appreciate you so much! thank you thank you thank you!! 💗💗💗

#answered #stayinlimbo #loves

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stayinlimbo · 26 days

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Missed Call (lee minho)

wc: 773, note: enjoy ♡ Sequel: Returned Call

You have 1 (one) new message from: (822) 993-167 9:47pm 15 minutes ago

Would you like to listen?

0:00 ─ㅇ─────── 3:47

Hey, it’s been a while. Been what, two months since you blocked me?

…I’m calling from Hyunjin’s phone. You never met him, he’s one of the newer guys, but I think I mentioned him a couple times.

Or maybe I didn’t. I’m not even sure what I told you at this point.

…

We won. The competition, I mean.

After you left, I stayed later in the studio. Not that it was stopping me before.

I’m not sure if I should thank you or not. For all the extra practice time we put in because I refused to leave. At least one of the other guys would stay with me to make sure I was okay.

I thought I was.

…I guess I shouldn’t thank you because then it would sound like I’m blaming you for what happened to us.

…

I did at first, you know? Blame you.

You ended it out of nowhere. Three years, gone, just like that. Nothing I said would change your mind. I don’t think anything even could.

Not my pitiful pleas for you to stay. Not my meaningless I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.

Definitely not the cruel words I threw at you when you were halfway out the door.

I don’t think I’ve ever been that close to crying in front of you before. All I could think was, how could you? This close to one of the most important competitions of my life? Of my team’s life?

And then I focused all my attention on dancing. And we won. We actually won.

…

I know it wasn’t out of nowhere now. I just can’t believe it took walking off the stage and looking for your face in the crowd for me to realize what I had done.

Two months…

You were checked out of the relationship, right? You were finally done with all of my empty promises of coming home early or at least going to bed together more often?

Or was that just the beginning of the end?

We stopped eating dinner together. We stopped going on walks because I was too tired to do anything else other than collapse on the nearest couch. I woke up next to you, but you never woke up next to me.

I can’t even remember the last time I kissed you. How funny is that?

And you tried. You tried and I didn’t. You fought for us and I just…didn’t notice.

I didn’t care.

…

Sorry. You didn’t ask to hear this.

I don’t even know if you’ll listen, or just delete this when you hear it’s me.

…

I’m sorry. For everything.

I’m sorry I stopped texting you back when you asked if I made it to the studio safely. I’m sorry I brushed off your worries about my health. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you for hours, no, days, at a time, even though we were supposed to be partners. Lovers. A team.

I’m sorry I took my stress out on you when we did talk. I’m sorry I forgot about our anniversary and yelled at you over the phone for interrupting practice when you were just wondering when I was coming home for our date.

You deserved better than a one-sided relationship.

You were right to leave.

…

Is it selfish that I want you to be proud of us? Of me?

Probably, but if I’ve learned anything from this, it’s that I am a selfish man.

This phone call is proof too, is it not?

…

You left a couple of your favorite shirts here. Was that on purpose?

Even if it wasn’t, maybe I at least have a chance to see you again if you come to pick them up.

…Saying that out loud was pathetic, wasn't it?

It’s not even true. They’re all I have left of you in this house. I’m not ready to let go of them, not when I’ve just barely started to process that you won’t be coming back.

…

For what it’s worth, I love you.

I have always loved you, even if I said I didn’t as you were leaving. And I always will.

Nothing is more important than you and I’m sorry I made you feel otherwise.

I’m sorry I stopped making you feel loved.

...

Call me back, when you get the chance. Even if it’s just about getting your clothes.

That would be enough.

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ending note: April Fool's baby, get pranked with angst. This was a new format I wanted to try so please let me know what you thought of it. Also if you understand the (fake) phone number reference then go ahead and give it a listen <3

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stayinlimbo · 2 months

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avi ✧ she/her

masterlist ✦ rules ✦ fic recs ✦ about me

Slow updates until uni stops it’s unbearable torture on my physical and mental being. They’ll never take me alive 💪🏻

this is a sfw account (barely), BUT i do reblog +18 content so minors dni

my requests are open

my asks are always open and i will forever appreciate any likes, comments, and/or reblogs on my works (each one has me giggling to myself i love them so much)

please tell me if you have any feedback/constructive criticism. i want to become a better writer for you and for myself ♡

if you want to be added to the tag list/have an anon emoji, just let me know!

anon list: 🍡

✧˖ latest works ˖✧

we become we - lee minho

✧˖ works in progress ˖✧

hoodie season - lee minho

#navigation #masterlist #rules #limbo's fic recs #stayinlimbo

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stayinlimbo · 2 months

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‧ ˚₊ ⋅ MASTERLIST ⋅ ₊˚ ‧

f = fluff a = angst

♡ : personal favorites

lee minho

✧ we become we | f

✧ call me back - pt1 pt2 | a, happy(ish) ending

✧ cat walk | f

✧ love at your fingertips ♡ | f

✧ hotel check-ins | f

✧ the world is ending | f

✧ she kissed me and i tasted you again | a

✧ I want to call you quietly | f

#masterlist #stayinlimbo

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astraystayyh · 2 months

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hi hi im redoing my taglist since i’ve noticed that some accounts no longer interact with any of my fics (which is okay!! i just don’t want to clog up ur notifs and it takes me time to tag every single acc) so if you still want to be in it, please let me know!!! <33

@ellestray @dorisnumber1fan @ilevaar @moon0fthenight @persnyako @softquokka @mrsseals16 @felixsbakingbud @maruskz @bunnies-only @a-cute-french-fry @l3visbby @djeniryuu @imsoopure @like-a-diamondinthesky @planetscollideskz @nappynapnaps @starsandrqindrops @caticorn61 @mellowmentalitydragon @aroacehongjoong @forlix @jiwuu @stardustlixie @ketchupaeternum @foxinnie8 @meloncremesoda @astronomicallyyy @stayinlimbo @agi-ppangx @its-stayville-forever @meloncremesoda @mybelovedhamji @kylielovesu

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godslino · 3 months

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hello and welcome to the loves & anons corner! here is where i list all of the lovely people who i interact with regularly regarding my writing. if you would like to remain anonymous, feel free to inbox me and claim an anon tag!

LOVES ʚ @snowyquokka ʚ @n1staytiny ʚ @infinityonbooks ʚ @skzms ʚ @palindrome969 ʚ @stayinlimbo ʚ @its-stayville-forever

ANONS ʚ 🧶 ʚ 🦢 ʚ 🦦 ʚ 🎻

#loves and anons

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