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i’m so lazy to do the other intros i fear

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I genuinely want to kiss ur account like I love it sm 😳😳😳😳😳😳

STOP URE SO SWEET ILY

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⋆˚࿔ ℒove in the mix .ᐟ daniela avanzini

daniela suggests a baking day at home, even though neither of you is particularly skilled in the kitchen. what starts as a simple idea quickly turns into a delightful disaster.

pairing daniela avanzini x fem reader, established relationship genre fluff wc 1.6k

♫ — stuck with u - ariana grande, justin bieber

it feels like years since you last saw your girlfriend, daniela. between your packed schedule as a full-time college student and her whirlwind of a life as an international idol, finding quality time together has been almost impossible. even the phone calls you manage to exchange always feel far too short.

but this week, everything changes. daniela managed to carve out a short break in her busy schedule just to spend time with you, and you couldn’t be happier.

now, you’re standing at the airport, bundled up in your favorite sweats and sweater, nervously fidgeting with the drawstring of your hoodie. the lively conversations and the occasional sound of luggage rolling by do little to calm the excitement bubbling in your chest. it’s been so long since you’ve last seen daniela in person, and the thought of finally wrapping her in your arms again makes your heart race.

you glance at the arrivals board for what feels like the hundredth time, checking to make sure her flight hasn’t been delayed. the wait feels endless, but you know it will all be worth it the moment you see her walking through those sliding doors.

its almost as if you’d sense her arrival. the moment your eyes flick to the sliding doors. there she is. her curly blonde hair catches the light, looking as beautiful as ever, and the familiar, heart-melting smile spreads across her face— the one she saves just for you. for a second, the noise of the bustling airport faded away, and it’s like the world narrows down to just the two of you.

she continues walking towards you, her eyes sparkling with warmth, and you feel your breath hitch. it doesn’t matter how long it’s been or how far apart you’ve been. in this moment, everything feels right again.

the moment daniela is within arm’s reach, she lets her bags fall to the floor with a soft thud and closes the distance between you. her arms wrap tightly around you, pulling you into the kind of hug you’ve been dreaming of for months. she buries her face in your shoulder, her curls brushing against your cheek as the faint, familiar scent of her floral perfume, wraps around you.

“i love you,” she whispers, her voice so soft only you can hear it. it makes your heart swell.

as if holding her close could make up for all the lost time. for a moment, nothing else matters. not the bustling crowds, not the announcements overhead. just her, safe and real in your arms.

“i love you too,” you murmur softly. the words feel so natural, like they’ve been waiting to fall from your lips since the last time you saw her.

by the time you arrive at your shared apartment, the excitement of being together hasn’t faded. you help daniela unpack her things, placing her belongings in their usual spots while she tells you stories about her travels. even though you already know most of the details from your daily phone calls.

as the afternoon sun streams through the windows, daniela suddenly brings up an idea. “let’s bake something together!” she exclaims. neither of you is particularly skilled in the kitchen, but the thought of spending more time together… it’s impossible to say no.

before long, you’re in the grocery store, wandering the aisles with a small shopping list in hand. daniela insists on making a blueberry pie—her current favorite dessert. she tosses a box of cookies into the cart “just in case,” and you add an extra pint of blueberries, knowing full well some will never make it into the pie.

daniela manages to sneak a few candies from the bulk section while you pretend not to notice. by the time you check out, the cart holds far more than you planned, but neither of you mind.

later that evening, with the groceries spread out on the counter and the recipe open on your phone, the fun begins.

you start by preparing the crust, mixing flour, sugar, and a pinch of salt in a large bowl. daniela insists on cutting the butter into the mixture herself, declaring, “i’ve got this!” as she carefully works it in with her hands. “does this look crumbly enough?” she asks, holding up a handful of the mixture. you laugh and nod, reaching over to steal a bit of the dough and earning a playful nudge from her elbow.

next comes rolling out the crust. the two of you take turns with the rolling pin, softly giggling as the dough sticks to the counter despite your best efforts to sprinkle enough flour. eventually, you manage to press it into the pie dish.

for the filling, daniela measures out the blueberries, sneaking a few into her mouth when she thinks you aren’t looking. “stop! you’ll eat the whole filling at this point!” you tease, swatting her hand away as she grins that silly smile. together, you mix the blueberries with sugar, a pinch of cinnamon, and a squeeze of lemon juice.

carefully, you pour the filling into the crust, and daniela gets to work on the lattice top. her eyebrows knit together in concentration as she weaves the strips of dough, a look so adorable you can’t help but smile. “am i a baking expert or what?” she says proudly, stepping back to admire her work. you can’t help but let out a small laugh and nod your head yes.

by the time you slide the pie into the oven, the kitchen is a complete mess—flour on the counters, sugar dusting the floor, and a few stray blueberries rolling around—but neither of you cares. daniela leans against you with a contented sigh, her arms wrapping around your waist. “we make a pretty good team,” she murmurs, her voice warm with affection.

everything seems to be going smoothly as the pie bakes in the oven, the sweet aroma of blueberries filling the kitchen. but, as you clean up the counter, a creeping sense of unease starts to build. something doesn’t seem right. daniela notices your furrowed brow and asks, “what’s up?”

you glance at the recipe on your phone, then back at the empty measuring cups on the counter. your stomach sinks. “i think… i forgot the cornstarch,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper.

daniela tilts her head. “is that bad?”

your heart drops. “it’s the thing that thickens the filling. without it, the pie will probably be a soupy mess.”

daniela bursts out laughing, trying to lighten the mood, but you don’t join in. instead, the weight of everything—the messy kitchen, the forgotten cornstarch, and the pressure you put on yourself to make this day perfect—comes crashing down.

as you try to salvage the moment, disaster strikes again. while pulling the pie from the oven to check on it, daniela accidentally tips the edge of the dish against the oven rack. the lattice top slides to the side, and some of the filling sloshes over the edge and onto the bottom of the oven, sizzling and smoking.

panic sets in as you grab a towel and fan the smoke detector, but it’s too late. the piercing alarm fills the apartment, and you can’t hold back anymore. tears blur your vision as you set the towel down and press your palms to your face.

“i just wanted today to be perfect,” you choke out, your voice trembling. “you’ve been gone for so long, and i thought-”

daniela’s arms are around you in an instant, pulling you into her chest. she strokes your back gently, murmuring, “hey, it’s okay. don’t cry. it’s just a pie.”

you shake your head. “it’s not just the pie. i just… i wanted to do something nice for you. i wanted it to feel special.”

she pulls back slightly to look at you, her hands cupping your face. “you being here with me is what makes it special. i don’t care if the pie is perfect or if the kitchen looks like a war zone. i care about you.”

her words are soft and sincere, and despite your tears, you feel a small smile tugging at your lips. “even if the pie is soup?”

“especially if the pie is soup,” she teases, earning a soft laugh from you.

daniela wipes away your tears with her thumbs, her gentle smile never faltering. “come on,” she says, her voice soft yet playful. “let’s clean up and give this pie a second chance. worst case, we’ll just grab ice cream and eat it out the tub.”

her lightheartedness makes you laugh, and you nod, letting her pull you toward the mess. together, you tackle the chaos—blueberries on the counter, flour on the floor, and the slightly lopsided pie cooling on the stove. It’s not perfect, but by the time the kitchen is somewhat back in order, it feels like home again.

later, you both sit on the couch, the salvaged pie between you on a plate, topped with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream. daniela takes a bite first and immediately breaks into a grin. “okay, it’s not so bad. definitely not soup,” she says, holding out her fork to you.

you try it and let out a small laugh. “you’re right. it’s… edible.”

she leans her head on your shoulder, her voice warm and teasing. “i think we should make this a tradition. every time i come home, we’ll bake something and see how it goes. disaster or not.”

you glance up at her, her golden curls falling across her face as she smiles contentedly. your heart feels full, and you realize that it doesn’t matter if the day wasn’t perfect. daniela’s here, and that’s what truly matters.

“deal,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her plush pink lips.

the pie might not win any awards, but as you sit together, laughing and sharing bites, it feels like the most perfect thing in the world.

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୨୧　𝓒ALLA　˒˒　JYC

─── ﹙🪴﹚the utter coldness of the upcoming seasons left you and yoonchae curled up in bed together, being embraced by one-another.

pairing. jeong yoonchae x f!r genre. fluff wc. 700+ notes. on that yoonchae x w2e grind !! 🤗🤗 lowk mad self indulgent cs i fuckin hate the winter. anyway req here !! ( MASTERLIST )

now playing ⋆ calla by wave to earth

TOSSING AND TURNING IN YOUR BED, a quiet groan escapes your breath, as snow paints your windows, trickling down them. the faint daylight engulfs the windows, bathing your exposed skin.

you curl into your blankets further, the absence of your girlfriend, yoonchae, lingering in your head. with your body covered head-to-toe, surely you wouldn't be freezing under the sporadic stinging cold season, right?

that was what you thought last night, insisting that you didn't need anymore blankets, especially with the fact yoonchae was persistent in getting more blankets just for you.

winter was never a great season for you; even growing up, you hated the coldness and the gloom that it brought. from the way your nose was tinted red from the bleakness, to the way you were always somehow underdressed for the winter, it was never something you ever grew fond of.

the bedroom door creaks open, footsteps entering the room, as you peek your eyes open, sitting up. pulling your blanket over your knees, your eyes light up at the sight of yoonchae.

"did i wake you up?" the korean girl whispers, as she saunters over to you, dropping off two cups of hot chocolate onto your guys' night-stand. her lips press against your forehead, as she ruffles your already tousled hair.

you meekly shake your head, rasping out, "i was already up—the winter sucks." you huff, patting the space beside you, beckoning for yoonchae to sit down beside you. a soft smile glazes over your face, your demeanor slightly changing.

her eyes rake over you, before she sits down beside you, taking the cup of hot chocolate into her hands. the korean girl brings the cup to your lips, insisting that you take a sip, and of course, you do so. humming in delight, you mumble words of gratitude under your breath.

"i told you it was gonna be cold today!" yoonchae exclaims, a playful glint in her eyes. a series of giggles escape her breath, as she presses a kiss against your slightly red-tinted nose. her smile makes your heart pound maniacally, with her eyes shaped into small crescents.

in a frenzy, you shake your head, immediately protesting, "well, the heater's broken! you'd expect that on such a cold day, the heater would work!" you nudge her shoulder, taking another sip from the mug of hot chocolate.

an incredulous look adorns her face, "hey! i told you i'd bring extra blankets last night if you were that cold, and you said no!" she playfully nudges your shoulder, huffing in response, as she matched your tone.

yoonchae rolls her eyes, taking a sip out of the mug of hot chocolate, as she leans her weight against yours. you reciprocate her energy, rolling your eyes, too, as your cheeks flush at the girl's smile. drawing patterns on your back, she presses her lips against yours, shutting down any protests from you.

the korean girl's hand cups your jaw, the familiar warmth of hers making you melt. leaning further against her, you press yourself against yoonchae, your cold hands meeting hers, and making her shiver.

"shit— why are your hands so cold!" she curses, a pink tint adorning her cheeks and ears. her far much warmer hands wrap around yours, interlacing her fingers with yours. yoonchae's thumbs rub your knuckles, before pressing kisses against each individual one, her eyes twinkling with a gentle look.

your heart flutters at her tender actions, a soft sigh drifting from your lips. you bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes softening at the korean girl's movements. "i'm just cold!" you curl up against the girl, a meek smile tugging the corners of your lips.

"no shit," she giggles, as she watches you tuck your legs to your chest, pulling your blanket further up to yourself. her warm touch against your pale hands makes you melt and ease into her warmth.

a pout juts in your lips, as you cross your arms against your chest. you drew yoonchae closer, your arms instinctively wrapping around her neck. with her tone filled with affection and warmth, yoonchae coaxes, "you still cold?"

"a little," you shrug, laying your head down on the girl's lap. your lips press against the korean girl's, capturing her lips in a gentle, searing kiss. her laughs vibrate against the surface of your skin, her lips pecking your cheeks softly. you slowly let the korean girl lull you to sleep, a grin painting her face.

"get some rest, baby," yoonchae coaxes, her hands entangled in your hair, as you smile sheepishly, closing your eyes. her hand rests gently on your head, her warmth keeping you from stirring awake again.

bloom yourself until the end

wherever you are, i'll be there for you

taglist. ୨ৎ @lararajjj @kisshae @sed7ction @yeetaberry127 @vrtualstar

@jellaaa @artrizzler19 @falling-intoo-deep

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hey guys! currently watching iland 2 rn… i’ll also be working on sophia’s side of her group for my smau, overdue soon!!

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haiaiaiai aurora !!! js wanted to say i loveddd ur most recent dani fic smsmmm it was SO cute 🫡🫡‼️ baking w dani would fix all my problems i fear !! but anyway ur profile theme is so cute too 🙏🙏 nd u being a ningning bias is soo real #iloveningning

HII OMG. lowkey fangirling rn bc you’re like a celebrity in my head. i love ur fics so bad!! AND OMG THANK YOU SM!! ☹️☹️☹️ believe it or not it was actually my first time writing a fic… and yes #iloveningning

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ . ⌗ ༅ 𝓜ASTERLIST ! ୨୧

➛ aespa

➛ katseye

➛ le serrafim

➛ new jeans

➛ ive

➛ kiss of life

➛ blackpink

➛ red velvet

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⋆˚࿔ ℒove in the mix .ᐟ daniela avanzini

daniela suggests a baking day at home, even though neither of you is particularly skilled in the kitchen. what starts as a simple idea quickly turns into a delightful disaster.

pairing daniela avanzini x fem reader, established relationship genre fluff wc 1.6k

♫ — stuck with u - ariana grande, justin bieber

it feels like years since you last saw your girlfriend, daniela. between your packed schedule as a full-time college student and her whirlwind of a life as an international idol, finding quality time together has been almost impossible. even the phone calls you manage to exchange always feel far too short.

but this week, everything changes. daniela managed to carve out a short break in her busy schedule just to spend time with you, and you couldn’t be happier.

now, you’re standing at the airport, bundled up in your favorite sweats and sweater, nervously fidgeting with the drawstring of your hoodie. the lively conversations and the occasional sound of luggage rolling by do little to calm the excitement bubbling in your chest. it’s been so long since you’ve last seen daniela in person, and the thought of finally wrapping her in your arms again makes your heart race.

you glance at the arrivals board for what feels like the hundredth time, checking to make sure her flight hasn’t been delayed. the wait feels endless, but you know it will all be worth it the moment you see her walking through those sliding doors.

its almost as if you’d sense her arrival. the moment your eyes flick to the sliding doors. there she is. her curly blonde hair catches the light, looking as beautiful as ever, and the familiar, heart-melting smile spreads across her face— the one she saves just for you. for a second, the noise of the bustling airport faded away, and it’s like the world narrows down to just the two of you.

she continues walking towards you, her eyes sparkling with warmth, and you feel your breath hitch. it doesn’t matter how long it’s been or how far apart you’ve been. in this moment, everything feels right again.

the moment daniela is within arm’s reach, she lets her bags fall to the floor with a soft thud and closes the distance between you. her arms wrap tightly around you, pulling you into the kind of hug you’ve been dreaming of for months. she buries her face in your shoulder, her curls brushing against your cheek as the faint, familiar scent of her floral perfume, wraps around you.

“i love you,” she whispers, her voice so soft only you can hear it. it makes your heart swell.

as if holding her close could make up for all the lost time. for a moment, nothing else matters. not the bustling crowds, not the announcements overhead. just her, safe and real in your arms.

“i love you too,” you murmur softly. the words feel so natural, like they’ve been waiting to fall from your lips since the last time you saw her.

by the time you arrive at your shared apartment, the excitement of being together hasn’t faded. you help daniela unpack her things, placing her belongings in their usual spots while she tells you stories about her travels. even though you already know most of the details from your daily phone calls.

as the afternoon sun streams through the windows, daniela suddenly brings up an idea. “let’s bake something together!” she exclaims. neither of you is particularly skilled in the kitchen, but the thought of spending more time together… it’s impossible to say no.

before long, you’re in the grocery store, wandering the aisles with a small shopping list in hand. daniela insists on making a blueberry pie—her current favorite dessert. she tosses a box of cookies into the cart “just in case,” and you add an extra pint of blueberries, knowing full well some will never make it into the pie.

daniela manages to sneak a few candies from the bulk section while you pretend not to notice. by the time you check out, the cart holds far more than you planned, but neither of you mind.

later that evening, with the groceries spread out on the counter and the recipe open on your phone, the fun begins.

you start by preparing the crust, mixing flour, sugar, and a pinch of salt in a large bowl. daniela insists on cutting the butter into the mixture herself, declaring, “i’ve got this!” as she carefully works it in with her hands. “does this look crumbly enough?” she asks, holding up a handful of the mixture. you laugh and nod, reaching over to steal a bit of the dough and earning a playful nudge from her elbow.

next comes rolling out the crust. the two of you take turns with the rolling pin, softly giggling as the dough sticks to the counter despite your best efforts to sprinkle enough flour. eventually, you manage to press it into the pie dish.

for the filling, daniela measures out the blueberries, sneaking a few into her mouth when she thinks you aren’t looking. “stop! you’ll eat the whole filling at this point!” you tease, swatting her hand away as she grins that silly smile. together, you mix the blueberries with sugar, a pinch of cinnamon, and a squeeze of lemon juice.

carefully, you pour the filling into the crust, and daniela gets to work on the lattice top. her eyebrows knit together in concentration as she weaves the strips of dough, a look so adorable you can’t help but smile. “am i a baking expert or what?” she says proudly, stepping back to admire her work. you can’t help but let out a small laugh and nod your head yes.

by the time you slide the pie into the oven, the kitchen is a complete mess—flour on the counters, sugar dusting the floor, and a few stray blueberries rolling around—but neither of you cares. daniela leans against you with a contented sigh, her arms wrapping around your waist. “we make a pretty good team,” she murmurs, her voice warm with affection.

everything seems to be going smoothly as the pie bakes in the oven, the sweet aroma of blueberries filling the kitchen. but, as you clean up the counter, a creeping sense of unease starts to build. something doesn’t seem right. daniela notices your furrowed brow and asks, “what’s up?”

you glance at the recipe on your phone, then back at the empty measuring cups on the counter. your stomach sinks. “i think… i forgot the cornstarch,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper.

daniela tilts her head. “is that bad?”

your heart drops. “it’s the thing that thickens the filling. without it, the pie will probably be a soupy mess.”

daniela bursts out laughing, trying to lighten the mood, but you don’t join in. instead, the weight of everything—the messy kitchen, the forgotten cornstarch, and the pressure you put on yourself to make this day perfect—comes crashing down.

as you try to salvage the moment, disaster strikes again. while pulling the pie from the oven to check on it, daniela accidentally tips the edge of the dish against the oven rack. the lattice top slides to the side, and some of the filling sloshes over the edge and onto the bottom of the oven, sizzling and smoking.

panic sets in as you grab a towel and fan the smoke detector, but it’s too late. the piercing alarm fills the apartment, and you can’t hold back anymore. tears blur your vision as you set the towel down and press your palms to your face.

“i just wanted today to be perfect,” you choke out, your voice trembling. “you’ve been gone for so long, and i thought-”

daniela’s arms are around you in an instant, pulling you into her chest. she strokes your back gently, murmuring, “hey, it’s okay. don’t cry. it’s just a pie.”

you shake your head. “it’s not just the pie. i just… i wanted to do something nice for you. i wanted it to feel special.”

she pulls back slightly to look at you, her hands cupping your face. “you being here with me is what makes it special. i don’t care if the pie is perfect or if the kitchen looks like a war zone. i care about you.”

her words are soft and sincere, and despite your tears, you feel a small smile tugging at your lips. “even if the pie is soup?”

“especially if the pie is soup,” she teases, earning a soft laugh from you.

daniela wipes away your tears with her thumbs, her gentle smile never faltering. “come on,” she says, her voice soft yet playful. “let’s clean up and give this pie a second chance. worst case, we’ll just grab ice cream and eat it out the tub.”

her lightheartedness makes you laugh, and you nod, letting her pull you toward the mess. together, you tackle the chaos—blueberries on the counter, flour on the floor, and the slightly lopsided pie cooling on the stove. It’s not perfect, but by the time the kitchen is somewhat back in order, it feels like home again.

later, you both sit on the couch, the salvaged pie between you on a plate, topped with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream. daniela takes a bite first and immediately breaks into a grin. “okay, it’s not so bad. definitely not soup,” she says, holding out her fork to you.

you try it and let out a small laugh. “you’re right. it’s… edible.”

she leans her head on your shoulder, her voice warm and teasing. “i think we should make this a tradition. every time i come home, we’ll bake something and see how it goes. disaster or not.”

you glance up at her, her golden curls falling across her face as she smiles contentedly. your heart feels full, and you realize that it doesn’t matter if the day wasn’t perfect. daniela’s here, and that’s what truly matters.

“deal,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her plush pink lips.

the pie might not win any awards, but as you sit together, laughing and sharing bites, it feels like the most perfect thing in the world.

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sneak peak!! 😇

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gonna redo this probably after i finish overdue btw!!

ON AIR CHEMISTRY

a kim minjeong smau

DESCRIPTION: y/n, a cheerful podcaster behind "sunny unplugged," and minjeong, the blunt host of the popular "winter wonderland" podcast, are fierce rivals. forced to team up for a new podcast, "harmony" to boost their followings. their clashing personalities create viral content. as they bicker on-air and find common ground off-mic, their rivalry evolves into an unexpected romance. when a past argument is leaked, their fragile reconciliation is put to the test, threatening to break their newfound connection once again.

TAGS: smau, podcaster!minjeong x podcaster!reader, rivals to lovers, slow burn, drama, wow

WARNINGS: angst, cursing, jealousy, suicide jokes

STATUS: in the works

UPDATE SCHEDULE: saturdays

PROFILES: podcasts | the wonderlands | the sunnies

01: pilot

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TAGLIST: comment to be in it!! :))

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all here for the sophia smau oh my godddd and the fg alr is eating HELLOOO MANON KEEHO AND MINGI??? oh this fic is gonna eat so bad i fear 🔥🔥may i also be added to the taglist pls queen 🙏

STOP YOURE SO SWEET TYSM. i’m trying my best bc this is my first one ive committed to finally doing 😔 and yes queen im adding u to the taglist rn!! 🙏

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wait lowkey might release a daniela x reader ff rq

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OVERDUE PROFILES rent’s due

JEON YN

an energetic book lover who practically lives in the campus libraries (yes, both of them). somehow knows everyone on campus. manages to balance out her studies and party life.

MANON BANNERMAN

popular influencer who always gets recognized around campus. almost everyone has a crush on her. also known for humor and being the loudest in a room

YOON KEEHO

can’t shut up for two seconds. will most likely interrupt your conversations. is always on some shit with manon

SONG MINGI

nicest in the group. mysterious as hell. dad of the group that also gets them all out of trouble

masterlist | next

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✎ᝰ OVERDUE - sophia smau

sophia’s life as a student assistant at the library is calm and predictable— until a mysterious regular starts returning overdue books with doodles and cryptic notes in the margins. annoyed, but intrigued, she sets out to uncover their identity, leading to unexpected conversations, late-night bonding, and something she never expected

tags smau, cursing, fluff, crack, jealousy, kms/kys jokes, suggestive themes, non-idol au, university

status under construction

featuring katseye, p1harmony, ateez, le serrafim

profiles book babes | rent’s due

01.

taglist @artrizzler19 @saysirhc @yjiminswallet @c-yerim @ihaeul @falling-intoo-deep @kimminjswife @yeetaberry127 @sed7ction @1luvkarina @xochitlisbest (open)

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THE WONDERLANDS

KIM MINJEONG: blunt host of "winter wonderland." known for her sharp takes and engaging guest interviews. fierce rival to the cheerful “sunny unplugged” host.

YU JIMIN: the chill co-host of "winter wonderland." laid-back, easygoing, and always cool with the guests. balances out minjeong’s bluntness.

NING YIZHUO: the youngest and funniest co-host of "winter wonderland." always brings the laughs and keeps things light with her quick wit and hilarious takes. the podcast’s comedic gem.

AERI UCHINAGA: the funny co-host of "winter wonderland." known for her sharp humor and quick comebacks. always keeps the vibe light and lively. The podcast’s resident jokester.

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WINTER WONDERLAND SUNNY UNPLUGGED

WINTER WONDERLAND PODCAST: a diverse podcast featuring daily guest appearances and interactive Q&A sessions.

SUNNY UNPLUGGED PODCAST: a podcast that dives into album and song breakdowns, explores lifestyle topics, and interactive Q&A sessions.

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ON AIR CHEMISTRY

a kim minjeong smau

DESCRIPTION: y/n, a cheerful podcaster behind "sunny unplugged," and minjeong, the blunt host of the popular "winter wonderland" podcast, are fierce rivals. forced to team up for a new podcast, "harmony" to boost their followings. their clashing personalities create viral content. as they bicker on-air and find common ground off-mic, their rivalry evolves into an unexpected romance. when a past argument is leaked, their fragile reconciliation is put to the test, threatening to break their newfound connection once again.

TAGS: smau, podcaster!minjeong x podcaster!reader, rivals to lovers, slow burn, drama, wow

WARNINGS: angst, cursing, jealousy, suicide jokes

STATUS: in the works

UPDATE SCHEDULE: saturdays

PROFILES: podcasts | the wonderlands | the sunnies

01: pilot

02:

03:

04:

05:

TAGLIST: comment to be in it!! :))