#yeji usernames

[yuzchaes]

　　　　　　　❛　　⸝　　✦　　yeji itzy users

　 　 　 　 　 　kyejiz 　 　 itzyeji 　 　 hgyji

　 　 　 　　　hhwngyj　　lcoyji 　 　luvyqji

　　　　　　　hrtsyvji　　imyejis 　 hwangji

[xinwntr]

doyoung username ideas ♡

⠀⠀⠀do.uyi⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dodiluz

⠀⠀⠀y-rdo⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀mirudoy

⠀⠀⠀miudo⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀io9do

⠀⠀⠀hyedong⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀doeyon

⠀⠀⠀d0o_yo⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ydou.im

⠀ please give credit to @xinwntr if using

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[yeonitgirl]

੭໒ ࣪personalização ꒰itzy꒱ yeji. ✿𝆬

Não reposte por favor ! 🇧🇷 | Please don't repost ! 🇺🇸 | Por favor no vuelvas a publicar ! 🇪🇸 | ⌗

[dollnini]

𝒊𝒕𝒛𝒚 ── 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑠 ✿

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

i00yej dollyeji yjiniies

i00lia lovulia luv2lia

i01ryu 4ujin floryujin

i01chae grlchae chavue

i03yuna yunartts y-una

[dolinote]

　 itzy　◇ 　usernames　⊹

ㅤ丶ㅤ╰ㅤplease press the note or followㅤ︿︿ㅤif you useㅤ⌕

ㅤㅤㅤ.ㅤ.ㅤ. ㅤyunadoreㅤㅤyunageleㅤㅤyunadolleㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤyerajiㅤㅤyejikittyㅤㅤvocaliasㅤㅤdolliaㅤㅤlovulia

ㅤㅤchaeverseㅤㅤchaebeautyㅤㅤchaespaceㅤㅤchaedolle

ㅤㅤchaeverㅤㅤchavueㅤㅤryujinzyㅤㅤryuseolㅤㅤryujindolleㅤㅤ

[ddeongies]

*leaves this in your inbox cutely* you’re welcome :)

see........ the main problem with being behind on asks is now i have to relive this fucking look oh my god 🫠🫠🫠🫠 PLEASE

[11url]

hii could u pls make users of beomgyu & yeji <3

hii ofc!

combining the names: yebeom . beomji . yegyu . gyuji

beomcore . gyucr . beomily . beomzie . gyuri . yejzhrt . yejicre . y3j1 . foxiyeji . yejiji .

feel free 2 ask 4 more, i tried my best!

[juyeoz]

CATFISH COME CLEAN! — SIM JAEYUN

SYNOPSIS Jake didn’t catfish often, but when he did, it always turned out proper. When he found out the person he was currently catfishing played VALORANT, he had to tweak some of his settings, starting off with his username. Going by Julia was one thing, however meeting a kind girl and lying about his true identity to her was another. If you two were to get close, it was obvious he would have to come clean. The only thing was… how?

PAIRING jake x fem!reader (feat. enhypen, julie from kiss of life, yeji from itzy, juyeon from the boyz, hyunjae from the boyz, leehan from boynextdoor)

GENRES smau + written, fluff, crack, angst, gamer au, strangers to lovers, university au.

WARNINGS swearing, random time stamps, teasing, kys/kms jokes, lying/catfishing (which i do Not support), cheating (??), more will be added.

STATUS on hold

TAGLIST IS CLOSED! 🎮

PROFILES — one // two

001 | Ou…. 🔥🔥🔥

002 | AFTER A FIGHT????

003 | love keshi ❤️

004 | who is this diva

005 | All Of You.

006 | you went 1/23?

007 | WHAT THE FUCK IS HER @

008 | tba

more to come… chapter names may change!

© JUYEOZ

[sadnightforus]

THE FATED STARS (PJS)

SYNOPSIS: Park Jongseong harbors the biggest crush on one of the most popular girls on the campus, you. You, being dared by your friend group to tweet and made a boyfriend application, initially started out as a joke, thinking that no one would applied it. Upon the tweet going viral and many applications being sent in, he decided that he would shoot his shot, even if he doesn’t know a single shit about what is the sun, moon, rising in astronomy. 

GENRES: slice of life, romance, comedy

PAIRING: secret-admirer!jay x f!reader

STARRING: xdinary heroes’ gaon and jooyeon, aespa’s ningning and karina, itzy’s yeji, le sserafim’s kazuha, the whole enhypen.

WARNINGS: a lot of actual unhinged things going on, author is a bit too obsessed with astrology so you’re now forced to learn about it, cussing, some lame sexual jokes (I promised it’s lame), they all tell each other to give up and kts, reader is not jlo’s biggest fan because she’s a mariah carey’s fan. the whole band is so broke for some reason. 

A/N: SURPRISEDDDD…. tried my hands on writing smau because too much angst kills me. I hope you guys enjoy it and if you want to be in the taglist, comment on this one.

STATUS: ON-GOING

FORMAT: SOCIAL MEDIA AU

UPDATED: EVERY TUESDAY-WEDNESDAY-THURSDAY

RELEASED DATE: 08 NOVEMBER 2023

END DATE: UNKNOWN.

ASTEROIDS

✭ INTRODUCTION/PROFILES

VICTIMS OF CAPITALISM | 7 DUCKLINGS

✭ MOST POPULAR ASTEROIDS

(001) - BOYFRIEND APPLICATION

(002) - FORM FILLED

(003) - PERSONAL OPINIONS & FAVORS

(UNCUT 003) - FIRST IMPRESSION MATTERS

(004) - CHART ANALYSIS

(005) - MEET UP (+ written)

(006) - SHE HATES ME

(UNCUT 006) - REPLY IF I SHOULD…

(007) - THOUGHTS ON ZODIAC SIGNS?

(008) - BANNED ON KAKAOTALK

(009) - KURT COBAIN’S FANSIGN

(UNCUT 009) - USERNAME CHANGES

(010) - LOSING TO IDGAF WAR

(011) - GOOD THINGS ARE COMING SOON

(012) - THE RECORD STORE HANGOUT (+ written)

(013) - TUMBLR GIRL ERA (SELF SABOTAGE)

(014.01) - BABY

(014.02) - BABY

(015) - SORRY (BUT I’LL DO IT AGAIN) (+ written)

(UNCUT 015) - THE IDOL, THE FAN

(016) - CONCERT ANNOUNCEMENT

(017) - PICKUP LINES TO USE FOR CONCERT GOERS

(018) - CONCERT'S PARADISE (+ written)

(019) - SYNASTRY AND THE SIGNS

(020) - THE COFFEE KISS (+ written)

(021) - ACCEPTING MY FATE

(022) - JEALOUSY? (+ written)

(UNCUT 022) - WHAT TYPE OF LOVER ARE YOU QUIZ

(023) - STEP UP MY GAME

(024) - THE DAY THAT YOU'RE FINALLY MINE (+ written)

(025) - I LET YOU INTO THE DARK SIDE

(UNCUT 025) - FREE CHART READING

(026) - AWKWARD ROMEO AND JUILET

(027) - COUPLE ANNOUNCEMENT

EPILOGUE 001 - TRUST FUND BABY

EPILOGUE 002 - GETTING A GIRLFRIEND IS EASY...

[the-midnight-blooms]

shameless woman | smg

PROLOGUE

pairing: ghostface!song mingi x reader (ft. ghostface!jeong yunho) AU: modern au word count: 3.2k warnings: yandere themes, stalking

masterlist

A/N: I've never actually watched Scream but I love the concept, so general ideas revolving around the character will be used here (i also saw yungi!ghostface fanart, which i am OBSSESSED with).

A chat room is an online platform that enables users to communicate with each other in real time. Chat rooms are typically hosted on a server with an internet connection, enabling members from around the world to hold conversations about various topics.

Upbeat 80s rock music reverberates of the four walls of her room, the pen nib scratches, furiously, across the thin lined paper as her mind spills the plethora of knowledge that's locked up within it. Dropping the pen to the side, a long groan escapes her lips in tiredness the bright light of the computer screen gnawing at her attention. As she flicks between the several open tabs on her web browser, loitering in the far corner is an underground chat room for ‘conventional losers’, i.e. nerds, geeks, freaks, goths and emos and every other ostracised sub-cultural group you could think of. The thought itself was quite fascinating to her, which one was she? Or rather, was she the pretentious introvert who thought herself higher than those who defied society's conventional train of thought and aligned herself with the populars?

Snapping her book shut, she closed several of the academic pages she had open; leaving her with the final one: the infamous chat room. She’d already logged in, curiosity masticating her rationality and browsed a few pages, sent a few quick messages to people the website had recommended based on her “favourite topics”.

Her eyes glance carefully across the blaring screen, the blue light penetrating into her steady gaze as she reads the username that steals her undivided attention.

@ pyscho.killer

A snicker escapes her lips, she surfs their profile finding very little information about them, other than ‘Fix on’. Goodness, is she really going to talk to this person just because he too enjoys listening to Modern Talking? Her lips purse in contemplation as she clicks on ‘Message’, there’s no harm in conversing with someone you don’t know. Right?

modern-division: Fan of the Talking Heads much?

She prides herself on her nonchalance, if he wasn't to respond she really wouldn't care. After all, Yeji had invited her to join a number of societies at university and despite the fact that none of the them seemed particularly interesting to her; there was no harm in joining at least one or two if the outcome was a few friends to make her strenuous four years more bearable.

Ping. Her head snaps back to computer screen as she shoves all of her pens back into the pencil case; a dirty habit from childhood to spread all of her things across the table and then spend five minutes, impartially, cleaning everything up.

psycho.killer: Psycho Killer, Qu'est-ce que c'est?

modern-division: Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better

psycho.killer: Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away,

psycho.killer: I think I have met my match. To whom do I now call mine?

A childish giggle escapes her, she leans back in her seat in a knowingness that she may now actually enjoy being on this sketchy platform. Careful, yet. She doesn't actually know this stranger.

modern-division: AHAHA you’re funny, Mr Fix On (what does that even mean?)

psycho.killer: that’s not for you to know, darling.

psycho.killer: let me guess…you like joy division and modern talking?

modern-division: what gave it away?

psycho.killer: I guess you’re pretty funny too

It's quite absurd to believe that a famous hit song by the 'Talking Heads' is what got her, her new best internet friend yet the notion is very much a fact. So much so, her life is now consumed by the chat rooms she used to look down on. Social media is very much a vortex, or vacuum of some kind, sucking one in; leaving them void of humanity, stripping them down of some yearning for human interaction. Or at least that's what it did to most. After a long day of lectures, she found herself wanting to be able to see 'Mr Fix On' in person, talk to him in person, be able to stare into his eyes.

Speaking of. As a matter of fact, she didn't even know what he looked like. Just that he was South Korean, had short black hair and brown eyes. She too allowed herself to share the same amount of information that he provided. Mum did say not to go around talking to strangers, and even if she was doing just that; she was not dim enough to start revealing absolutely everything about her identity.

The autumn leaves sway softly with the gentle breeze, a waft of biting air floods over her sending a ripple of goosebumps over her supple skin. Her shoes crunch the delicate leaves, that pave the way to her home, yet she feels a daunting figure stalk after her. For a split second, she believes herself to be hallucinating as she takes a daring look behind her shoulder to find the street behind her, empty.

A tall figure strolls after her, picturing landmarks that carves the path to her home. His soft dark brown hair tousles with the wind, the cold forging a pink blush over his cheeks; sinking his long nose into the woollen scarf his movements come to an abrupt halt as his heroine plunges her eyes into his.

God, she's fucking pretty.

They move over his, hastily, as to her he's simply rifling through his bag for a wallet in line for an expensive coffee alongside a couple of old-age pensioners.

Conclusion: She is paranoid, there is no one after her. Yet as it is autumn in her unsafe town, its better to be cautious than to walk across the surface of the earth with no walls at all.

psycho.killer: wanna join a gc with my friend? he likes some of the same music as us.

psycho.killer: plus, he's a compsci loser who needs a friend

It's been at least a month since she had began talking to 'psycho.killer', who she had learnt his name is: Mings. Or rather its a shorthand version of his forename that he is weirdly reluctant to disclose, as he insists on her calling him 'Min' or "darling, my lover, husband- whatever floats your boat." He is truly charismatic, his charms are perceived from the other end of the screen. She wonders what it would be like to see him in real life. Is he truly as amiable as he reads?

modern-division: haha, i don't mind. what's his @ ?

psycho.killer: its @ killed.theradio.st4r

modern-division: you guys are my people

She hums the tune to 'Video Killed the Radio Star." Her mother's soft laughter pervades her way into her room; the older woman places her washed clothes on the Chester drawer wondering how the younger generation manage to get invested in the songs of the past.

[psycho.killer added you to 'two losers and a hot nerd']

killed.theradio.st4r: helloo, i'm yuyu :)

modern-division: hi!

modern-division: also, who's the hot nerd?

psycho.killer: me.

killed.theradio.st4r: lmao. its you, doll.

Does Mings just refer to me as, Doll to everyone he speaks to?

modern-division: you don't even know what i look like

killed.theradio.st4r: guess we just know you're a hot girl by intuition

modern-division: what if i'm a man? ever thought about that?

psycho.killer: your bio literally states that you're a girl

psycho.killer: not-so-mysterious babe

It wasn’t so bad for someone online to know your gender, it was just ensuring that your femininity wasn’t exploited. She knew they would never ask her to share explicit content nor would they force her to engage in it, though talking to the pair of ‘Killers’ preserved an ominous feeling in the airs. She couldn’t tell if at any point, she really felt comfortable talking to either of the two.

To begin with, Min was always trying to call her. Ask her where she was, what she was doing, if she had she eaten, what time she was going to bed. He asked about her day, and if anyone bothered her in particular. To any other he may have seemed like a kind-hearted boyfriend yet to her it felt like an intruder had permeated into the walls of her bedroom and dominated her life. Then you had his esteemed friend, Yun. He was always deeming her the most beautiful being he had ever seen. She could see within his words the robust desire he had manifested from her words, the way he had subtly requested for her photos in order to fuel the raging fires burning in her absence.

He wanted her. Physically, to put it lightly. Indeed, she was a doll to him and to have her in his arms would purify him of all his sinful thoughts. Yun always brought it up with his friend, who had simply told him to put out those fires. (For the time being).

“Have you heard of ‘Ghostface’?” Her head snaps up from her workbook, in the library where one of her closer acquaintances sits opposite playing with her water bottle. A newspaper article sits in front with the notorious blurry image of a man with a ghost mask roaming around town.

“This is the first I’m hearing. I mean it’s Halloween soon, so it’s probably some idiot roaming around town.”

“An idiot? I don’t think so, ma’am. Read on, he’s been going around stalking people in his costume.” She raises her eyebrows, nimbly scanning her eyes over the text before returning back to her work. Though she cannot help but stare back at the blurred image of the figure. “I bet there’s a sexy man under all that.” Scowling at her friend, she sends a dirty look.

“You have got to be kidding me. A ‘sexy’ man. You said it yourself, he’s stalking people.”

“Yeah but, one of the girls from Art said he was mad tall and had this deep, attractive voice.”

“Yes, I bet he goes: ‘come here babe, let me kill you’ in his husky voice and you all go running to him because you have no morals.” Once again, she rolls her eyes whilst her friend merely giggles as if she is just pleasantly awaiting to be a victim. She rarely meets women who have an ambition for a victim complex, yet those she does: she steers away from.

“I’m only joking, but be real. Have you never heard a guy with a deep, attractive voice?” Her friend questions, making her pause her writing. In fact, she has. Mins’ voice has a sent over her railings during their late night calls, there’s something so potent residing within it. Intoxicating. It almost has her want to do everything he asks.

He is too, tall with a deep voice but there must be so many like him in this world.

The thought is dismissed and she shoos away her friend to allow herself to prioritise the exam that’s pending in two weeks time.

modern-division: have you guys heard of ghostface?

killed.theradio.st4r: why?

modern-division: just asking, apparently some loser is dressing up in a ghost mask and stalking people. idk if it’s just halloween round the corner though

killed.theradio.st4r: oh no :(

killed.theradio.st4r: could just be a halloween thing

modern-division: yeah, I think so too.

“So you like the librarian?”

“Mhm.” She steals her longing gaze away from him towards Yeji, who sends a vicious smirk her way. A blush taints her cheeks, knowing that Yeji will never live it down now. “I’m not gonna deny he’s pretty good looking.”

“Pretty good looking? He’s gorgeous as fuck. He’s not a want, he’s a need.” Playfully, she bites her lip suppressing a fit of giggles by burying her face into the textbook. A few others send irritated looks from across the room, which has the pair sinking in their seats. “You think a guy like him is single?”

“Absolutely not. If I had the chance, I’d snatch him up right away.” Her eyes flicker back to the tall man who catches her stare in an instant, he holds it before moving back to surf through the books on the trolley.

A low beat surfaces along the posters, her phone is sandwiched between her shoulder and cheek as she trudges furiously around the room looking for her scarf. Min's voice permeates her ears delicately, despite the alarming sentences he speaks; he converses in length about human anatomy saying that raw flesh must be easier to study than cadaveric tissue. As much as she agrees, just to play devil's advocate she will never admit that.

“I love your voice, Mings. It’s so deep, but like in a comforting way. As if you can protect me.” The declaration escapes her mouth before she can even stop it.

“Do you want to be protected by me, or from me, doll?” A pause lingers in the air, before he lowly chuckles—one that forces her to laugh with him though an uneasy feeling resides within her bones.

“By you, preferably.” She jokes, playing with the pendant of her necklace. A shadow looms by the open doorway, obscuring the stream of light that spills in from the hallway; the deafening silence panics her. “Mum!” She shouts, discarding the phone to the side in a frenzy.

“Yes! I just had a cup of tea for you, were you not studying?” The door is pushed open by nonetheless, her mother who waddles across the carpeted floor to settle the hot beverage down on the table.

“I was, I’m just tired now. Maybe I’ll come back to it later.”

“No, no. Go to bed, dear. I’m off to work, make sure you’re outside by 8, I’ll drop you.” A soft kiss is placed on her forehead, she is calmed by the maternal affection seeing her mother to the door before she dashes back into her room to find her phone.

The call must have been disconnected in the process of her flinging it elsewhere, her hands shake violently as she’s, pathetically, unable to hold the phone steady in her grasp. Mings has spammed her several times with messages, she doesn’t bother to read any of them.

modern-division: i’m tired, going to bed.

psycho.killer: goodnight, babygirl

In the midst of wandering through the aisles of the library, seeking books two shelves above her head, it instantaneously occurs to her that she’s never actually paid much attention to Yuyu and Mings’ pet names that they have for her. Doll, babygirl, darling, love, honey, etc. The list seems to never end yet she ponders the primary reason they get so comfortable around her is because she has never actually given them a reason to stop being so affectionate.

A cascade of books tumble down from the shelf, hitting the floor with a powerful slam—jumping backwards on instinct, she grimaces reaching down from them as a few pairs of eyes stare at her from their tables. Her face heats red in embarrassment, until another pair of hands comes to assist her.

"Goodness, how did you manage this?" Her eyes gleam up into another's; words lodge in her throat upon realisation of the being in front. It's the 'hot librarian', as her and Yeji have trademarked.

"Oh, I—they just fell." He raises his eyes at her.

"They just. Fell." A mischievous smile is sent her way as he stacks the books back onto the shelf, that's too high for her to reach anyway. "We'll call it the force of gravity then, shall we?" Shyly, she nods, handing him the last of the books. Her eyes reel in the name scrawled across the name tag. A thought Yeji will be pleased to hear drifts into her mind.

“I’m Yujin, by the way. I’m always at the help desk if you need to me to stack book that fall off the shelf again.” Her eyebrows furrow in confusion. It clearly says ‘Yunho’, on his name tag. He stalks off in the opposite direction before she can question him, leaving her abandoned in the desolate aisle.

modern-division: the hot librarian lied about his name.

modern-division: I wonder why

Paranoia is no longer a delusion. It must be very true that someone is following after her.

Under the banner of the night, herself and Yeji walk back home after a long day of studying. They amble down the cobbled roads, yet her eyes cannot help but glance over her shoulder. There must be a man of some sort following them, his long calculated strides send a wave of fear pummelling through her. Instantly, she grabs Yeji’s hand dashing down the road towards the convenience store.

The dim lights flicker upon their arrival, she cowers behind the large aisles; ignoring her friend’s imperatives watching as a tall figure saunters into the store.

It’s him.

Jeong Yunho, the Librarian.

Or ‘Yujin’ as he addresses himself for reasons she assumes she will never know why.

Is he her stalker?

“I thought there was someone stalking us. There was a guy who walked all the way from the library to the road we just crossed behind us. I took a detour as well and he kept following.” She breathes out, leaning her head against the shelf.

“Are you kidding? Why didn’t you tell me?” Yeji squawks.

“I didn’t want him to suspect that I knew he was following.”

Her eyes sought ‘Yujin’ who gives her a sincere smile before he makes his way to the exit.

modern-division: I think there was someone following me

psycho.killer: ??? are you home? are you safe now?

modern-division: yes, but shit that was scary.

psycho.killer: let me call you bbg, I’ll help get your mind of it

Her phone vibrates in her hand, her finger traces over the red button before she lifts the device to her ear. His smooth tone infiltrates her ears again, easing the anxiety prevalent in the fibre of her muscles. She doesn’t know how Min does it. He helps her forget all about her problems, it’s as if he himself is the cure.

“Oh hey, baby. There was something I wanted to ask.” He pants slightly, the distant sound of leaves crunching drifts from the other end of the line.

“Are you outside?” He laughs.

“Yeah I’m walking home.” His hasty breaths pervade the line. One after another, a series of profane thoughts enter her mind. She is so disappointed in herself. “So, you got a boyfriend?”

“Why? Do you wanna ask me out on a date?” She teases, a lock of hair curls around her forefinger, the vibrato of his voice truanting into her ears, exhilarating her core as rush of certainty floods into her.

“Maybe, do you have a boyfriend?” He piques, she cannot help but grin at his words as if they are both playing a dangerous game of seduction, one she has never played before and one he has won a countless number of times.

“No.” Her truthful answer is not one that hurts her, though she says it as if she’s lying and has had countless lovers before in the past. Perhaps this is the persona that will have her enigmatic paramour crawling towards her.

“You never told me your name.” He acknowledges, 'Mings' has only ever called her 'doll'. Her moves are careful as she continues her cyber relationship with this unknown man, there's a reason she's at the top of her class—he thinks. A thread of messages enter from another chat room, his sharp eyes reeling in the words of his partner.

“Why do you wanna know my name?” Sheer curiosity. Yes, he told her he’s called ‘Mings’ but it’s just a silly nickname used to gain her trust. What is it really short for: Mingi? Mingyu? And Yuyu? Is it possible that he is Yunho? A foreign uneasiness rushes into her skin, she’s cautious as she sits up in her desk chair.

A bad feeling, an intuition of some sort.

He’s going to tell her something she doesn’t want to hear.

“I wanna know who I’m looking at.” Her finger immediately presses, harshly, onto the red button throwing her phone onto her desk. Her body jumps up from her seat, heart pounding furiously against her chest. With her body leaning closer to the window, her eyes outcast the front lawn in which a slender figure stands outside. A ghosts mask rests upon his face, his lanky frame is shrouded in a loose black cloth concealing the shape of his body. A large brick phone is held up against his ear, when he catches her staring down at him, his head cocks eerily to the side.

psycho.killer: Pick

psycho.killer: Up

psycho.killer: The

psycho.killer: Phone

psycho.killer: Doll.

•••

All Right Reserved © the-midnight-blooms

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, REPURPOSE, OR PLAGISRISE ANY OF THE WORK HERE

A/N: happy 'late' Halloween! my timing is atrocious, but here's a 'small snippet' of a fic i may continue if my writing schedule allows. atm its a one-shot. What's your favourite scary movie? 👻

let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for any future fics I post!

tag list: @n0v4t33z @potatos-on-clouds @jjongwho

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Next time if you are going to write a fic with multigroup concept, can you write lee hyunjin, ler yeji or lee yeji, ler hyunjin? (I know you have a lot of requests I'm sorry😓)

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙃𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙜:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 737

𝙖/𝙣: ouuu these two 🥺🖤

𝙩/𝙬: multigroup, rough tickling

𝒍𝒆𝒆: hyunjin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: yeji

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

“Gimme the username!!” 

Of course it was five in the morning. Of course the Hwang siblings were together, probably practicing their dance skills. Or fighting over a username. 

“No, It’s mine!” Hyunjin whined, stretching his arm high above his head and out of reach from Yeji’s grip. 

“Hyunjin!” She hissed, standing on her tiptoes to try and snatch the older’s phone from his tight grip. 

“Yeji!” Hyunjin mocked her, giggling when she almost tripped over his foot. 

“‘The Best Hwang.’ What a lovely username, don’t you think?” Hyune teased with an evil grin. What a menace. 

Yeji groaned frustratedly, stomping around trying to catch Hyunjin and make him pay.

Then an idea popped up in her head. How did she manage to keep Ryujin in line? By tickling her. 

Instead of trying to get his phone, this time she grabbed him by the hip instead and knocked him to the ground, Hyunjin choking on a gasp and screaming as Yeji grabbed his phone. 

“Wait wait WAIT!!” Hyunjin tried to grab it back, but using her pure strength, Yeji pinned his arms up. 

Hyunjin flushed in embarrassment at the way he was so easily knocked over. “You’re strong.” 

Yeji nodded. He recognized the way the other members pinned him before he got the biggest wrecking of a lifetime, and sure enough, his lee mood flared. Badly. 

He squeaked quietly, turning an even deeper shade of red when she accidentally brushed his sides when putting his phone aside. 

“I’ve got you pinned, haven’t I?” Yeji laughed.“Admit it, I’m the best Hwang.”

Hyunjin thought for a second, Perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone. “Ugh, obviously not. It’s me.” He grinned evilly in a way that was sure to piss off the younger female above him. 

Sure enough, it worked. “Then you pay. By laughing.” She ducked one hand to his sides and started massaging the muscle torturously, the other hand holding his arms up. 

He knew she would start at his sides. Hyunjin did not anticipate the harshness of the tickles, however. “WAHAHAHAHAIT!!”

Yeji flinched. “Looks like someone is ticklish~!” She only continued the terrible movement, moving to his ribs instead, causing Hyunjin to squeal crazily and cackle his heart out. 

Yeji could feel her heart growing in fondness for her Hwang sibling, the boy practically falling apart beneath her wiggling fingers. 

“YEHEHEHEJI—AHHH IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY!!” Hyunjin pleaded, trying to twist out of her hold but failing badly. 

“Who cares about who’s the best Hwang? I know you’re the most ticklish one…” Yeji giggled as Hyunjin laughed himself silly. 

Who knew she was so strong? It’s was probably all the intense idol training, but she was able to hold him down just was well as Chan and Changbin would, and that only caused Hyunjin’s face to turn as red as a cherry in realization..

“Aweee~” Yeji cooed, moving to his armpits and wiggling her fingers above it, causing Hyunjin to squirm and giggle under his breath. “You’re blushing. Isn’t that cute?” 

She dove into the armpit and scratched around with her long nails, and Hyunjin squealed in surprise at the feeling that felt so unfamiliar to him. 

“WAHAHAHAHAIT AHAHAHAHAHA!!” He was a mess immediately, thrashing around and begging through his tears of frustration as he tried again and again to escape the wrath of his ruthless ‘sister’. 

“Admit I’m the best Hwang!!” Yeji yelled over his hysterics, grinning ear to ear with joy watching him laugh freely. 

“NEHEHEHEVER!!” He choked, and Yeji frowned at that, moving to his hips gently and massaging into the hollows, making sure to mind his boundaries. 

Hyunjin shrieked, the motion tickled so so badly. “YEJI-AH!! NOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” He whined, though his face was beaming with happiness.

“Really? You think I haven’t noticed you haven’t asked me to stop the whole time?~”  Yeji smiled evilly. “Now say it.” 

Hyunjin gave in. “OKAY OHOHO MY GAHAHAHAD!! YOURE THE BEST HWANG!! NOHOW PLEHEHEHEASE LEHET GOHOOO!!” Hyunjin whined, gasping for breath, and Yeji trailed her fingers along his side to calm him down. 

“ahaha you’re so ruthless…” Hyunjin gasped, settling into a smile when Yeji pulled him into a hug, patting his back gently to soothe him. 

“Hey, what did you even set my username to? After you took the Hwang user?” Hyunjin laughed. 

“Umm…uh, ‘The Most Ticklish Hwang?’” Yeji laughed nervously, and Hyunjin gasped dramatically, face turning beet red. 

“You’re so in for it now.”

[catboy-jaebeom]

blog move

so, it's happening!! I'm moving to a new blog so I can use the tag memory system again.

this blog is 11, almost 12 years old now and there's insanely many memories on here, which is making having to move even more annoying. but! at least I still have this blog and didn't accidentally delete it or something. so, I'll be able to go back and search for stuff ( if the search system is willing ) and check whether ppl are still tagging my old blog or whichever.

I'm moving over the course of the next couple of days, I already created the new blog, added a template, pfp and bio, and gave the new blog shared ownership of my sideblogs, so I just have to follow everyone I like again and write a pinned.

but yeah, if you see @catgirl-yeji follow you, that's me ! /(◠x◠✿)\ I'll likely change it in some way ( maybe change it to catboy-jaebeom and this old one to catboy-jaebeom-archive; or maybe another catboy/catgirl/nyanbinary username, I'll see ) by the end of the week but then I'll edit this post and let you folks know!

if you've seen this post and read it, can you please like it so I know! 🩷

[xinwntr]

yeji username ideas ♡

⠀⠀⠀i6hyeji⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀miuuhwa⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀alyxeji

⠀⠀⠀yseji⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀zheyeji⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dolliyeji

⠀⠀⠀hwayeji⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i00yezy⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀floreyeji

⠀⠀⠀please give credit to @xinwntr if using

⠀

[yeonitgirl]

੭໒ ࣪yeji ꒰itzy꒱ lookscreens. ✿𝆬

Não reposte por favor ! 🇧🇷 | Please don't repost ! 🇺🇸 | Por favor no vuelvas a publicar ! 🇪🇸 | ⌗

[yuzchaes]

could you make yeji usernames please? ^_^

hii ofc! here are your yeji users ♡

[technicallyimportantsweets]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Welcome ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Details

In this blog I reblog some of my favourite fics I come across. If you can't tell I love itzy

I occasionally write but not often as my classes keep me quite busy

Pronouns: She/Her

Age ( I don’t want rando people knowing it however I am 18+)

And I really want to change my username to Fairyuna but I was stupid in the beginning and went with the default tumblr user generator

Rules

I will write for some minors (it depends on their age)

I only currently write for K-pop

I am open to write for other groups I just don’t know many

I currently don’t write smut I tried and needless to say that draft will never see daylight ok so I posted the fic for experimentation

Do request please

Masterlist )

Itzy

Yeji

Hardships of being an idol Yeji x Ryujin angst

Lia

<Nothing Yet>

Ryujin

Hardships of being an idol Yeji x Ryujin angst

Horny Yuna Smut

Chaeryeong

<Nothing Yet>

Yuna

Horny Yuna Smut

WIP List

Why won’t you look at me Chaeryong x Y/N fluff