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[h0neybb]

— we oughta take it easy

୨୧ haku shota x m!7thmember!reader ୨୧ after many crazy activities, (aka a normal day with shota) you both fall ill. neither of you particularly want to take care of the other, so you're both just sick idiots together. ୨୧ request?: yes ! ୨୧ caution: mentions of illness and taking medication, mild cursing (+2nd person, not proofread) ୨୧ wc: 1.5k

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To put it lightly, you were a little bit pissed off. Not necessarily at Shota, but... definitely at Shota. You were just outside, taking a nice little walk in the snow, when he decided to start throwing snowballs. At you. You told him to stop, but he didn't, and in the end, you both got sick; you, because he kept throwing snow at you, and him because he had been holding the snow with his bare hands... and maybe because you finally snapped and shoved some snow down the back of his shirt.

You had never taken Shota to be so much of a complainer. He usually knew how to find the positive in everything. But it seemed like the moment he started sniffling, he turned into a completely different person. For example, at the moment, he was draped across your back, hugging you tightly as you lazily bent over a pot of soup on the stove. You stirred the pot carefully, and whenever you had the audacity to shift, even just a bit, Shota would whine against your back, holding you tighter and complaining that you needed to stand still. You could only let out a sigh as you grabbed a tablespoon to let the other taste test your attempt at a hearty chicken noodle soup. You finally pried him from your back, tempting him with the prospect of food, but the moment the spoon hit his lips, he was nearly hacking, begging for water.

"It's so salty!" He tried to yell, but it came out as more of a squeak as his voice was completely gone from all of the coughing and dryness of his throat. You thought he was just overreacting, but one taste and you too were searching for a glass of water to rid the overly-salty taste from your mouth. Well, that went well. You had no idea how either of you were going to recover before an upcoming music video shoot, which was — looking at the calendar — five days away. Oh well, you could just rest, order in and take it easy, maybe binge a show or two, and try again tomorrow.

Your eyes fluttered open as you heard Shota quietly rage at his computer. You were confused as to why he was even awake. Did he not still feel like absolute garbage? Honestly, you didn't know if you would be happy if he was feeling better, as with the way you felt, you would probably be jealous. So, you propped yourself up on your elbow, murmuring groggily towards the other.

"Shota? What are you doing?" You were able to ask before falling into a bit of a coughing fit. He looked over at you from his desk with big, precious eyes, smiling a bit.

"Playing Minecraft." He responded. He, at the very least, still sounded sick. You chuckled softly, sitting up a bit more with your eyes closed to try and quell the sinus headache that might as well have been rattling your skull.

"Shota, you should come back to bed and rest." You laid back down, unable to hold yourself up any longer. "Being lazy is the best cure."

"Our chickens, silly." He emphasized, pointing at the screen. "Who is going to take care of our chickens— our children!" Now, he was just being stubborn. You shook your head softly, reaching over to your nightstand to grab the glass of water you had been nursing throughout the night due to your frequent coughing fits.

"You're going to feel like shit tomorrow." You only mumbled before passing back out for another few hours while Shota tended to your shared Minecraft base.

You woke up again, only slightly, when you felt him crawl back into bed, snuggling against you for warmth. He made sure that your arms were wrapped securely around him, making a few happy noises before settling and falling asleep in your embrace. Four more days, you could do this.

Surprisingly — not — your prediction was correct, and the next day, Shota felt worse than ever. He didn't even want to get out of bed. You called out to Jongseob, who stumbled into your room, half-asleep and very annoyed that you had chosen to wake him.

"What?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Will you go out and get some medicine for me and Shota?" You asked, batting your eyelashes as if that would've convinced Jongseob.

"Absolutely not." He grumbled, turning to leave your room, but you interjected. "I'll give you my card and you can get food for everyone, too. Your pick." You desperately tried to convince him, as you did not feel like going outside, especially when Shota was like this. As much as you were upset with him for getting you sick, it was hard to be mad at him when he was clinging to you like a lost puppy, begging you to rub his back to make him feel marginally better.

"...Fine. I'm buying a fuckton of food, though." Jongseob snatched your wallet off of your bedside table, and you sighed. At least you would get medicine. Plus, maybe you would be able to use the whole 'buying food' part to your advantage at another time. Right now, you were just glad that you could convince Jongseob to buy some medicine.

As you waited, you decided to dote on Shota a little bit, rubbing his back and making sure he was comfortable and warm under the blankets before putting on a cute, silly, animated show; something that didn't need much brain power to understand, if any.

When Jongseob finally returned, tossing the medicine onto your bed and giggling about all of the food he bought, you practically had to force feed it to Shota, who wanted nothing to do with taking either liquid medicine or a pill. You finally got him to take it, and though he whined and grimaced, he was out like a light within half an hour, leaving you to finally get a bit of rest. It was all looking up; you could both totally be better within three days for the shoot.

Unfortunately, though Shota was feeling much better the next day, you, with all of your doting and worrying, felt awful. Shota decided, though, that it would be a good idea to drag you out of bed and into the bathroom, for whatever reason.

When you got into the bathroom, you noticed that Shota had run a bath, loading it up with bubble bath and keeping the lights dimmed slightly on account of your practically unending headache. Damn, now it was extra difficult to stay mad at him, especially when he was kissing your cheek and slipping your shirt over your head.

Shota was a completely different person when you finally slipped into the hot bath. He got in behind you and just hugged you for a few minutes, his arms around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder. He hummed a little bit, and you couldn't help but relax against him. Moments like this nearly gave you whiplash, as you sometimes forgot how lovely he was with how silly he normally acted.

He washed your hair for you and massaged a lot of the tension out of your shoulders, humming gently as he did so. The raspberry scented bubble bath was hard to smell over how stuffed up you were, but the few slight whiffs of it were incredibly nice. The steam from the bath did help clear your sinuses a bit, too, and by the time Shota was drying you off, you actually felt human again. As long as you two took it easy tomorrow, the shoot in two days would be a piece of cake.

All day, you had been hanging out on the couch, doing nothing. You just napped, watched tv, scrolled whatever social media you felt like scrolling through. Shota had been doing his own thing, probably playing Minecraft again. You felt a lot better, and you were glad your plan was working.

Shota eventually padded into the main area of the apartment, still sniffling, but only slightly. You peeked out from behind your phone and he pulled your arms apart, carefully maneuvering himself to lay on top of you. You didn't question it, letting him cuddle with you and bury his face against your chest. He stayed like that for a moment, before whispering so quietly that if you'd had anything playing in the background, you wouldn't have heard it.

"Thank you for taking care of me." He mumbled, trying to pull you impossibly closer, as if he were trying to meld the two of you together. "I love you."

You smiled, tilting his head up so that he was looking at you. You brushed his hair out of his eyes and leaned your head forward to press a kiss to his forehead. "I love you too, you know I don't mind." You paused for a moment, before adding, "Thank you for taking care of me." His little smile was enough to make your heart flutter. "Plus," You continued, "I wanted to make sure we were both okay again for that shoot tomorrow."

Jongseob, who was sitting in another seat nearby, glanced up from his phone as his eyebrows furrowed. "Tomorrow? ...We're not shooting that music video until next week."

Now, you were a little bit pissed off for an entirely different reason.

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[h0neybb]

hello kill bill keeho anon (thats a mouthful btw ahaa) here I'm backk with another order :DD

ive been watching the new piwon videos and seeing jiung be his fabulous chef self gave me an idea that a sickfic with him could potentially be super cute.

but then i got struck with the real revelation. soul x y/n (7th member again sorry im such a sucker for 7th member scenarios) sick flop duo. they both got sick after some wacky hijinks while filming (like running in the snow barefoot and falling down, soul what were you DOING) and are now stuck in their dorm helping eachother get through the illness. bonus points if theyre on a timer cause of an upcoming important performance or something.

i dont have any specific requests for what they could be doing, you can toss them around like silly little puppets. they could be lazily playing minecraft together, asking jongseob for medicine, they could try cooking for eachother and fail rather miserably, ect. i just think two sick losers trying to take care of eachother despite being equally ill could be adorable..

thank you and take your sweet time, last time i hoped my request wasn't too specific now i hope its not too loose on the details!

hi kill bill keeho anon !! (we definitely need to come up with something shorter than that hehe) good to hear from you again !!

hey so this is actually the best thing since sliced bread i fear ! it took me entirely too long to get to it oml o.O life loves to kick me in the ass :,D thank you for being so patient.

hope you like it and thank you again !! 'tis posted now :)

[h0neybb]

hi! for requests, do u take multiple or just one at a time?

hii !! i don't exactly know what you mean by this, so i'll answer it in a couple different ways to try to cover all of the bases !! :D

if you mean sending in a few asks in succession, i don't mind, as long as you're not spamming my inbox. i'd say keep it to maybe three-ish tops? i'd love to hear your ideas, but i still am only one guy ! go for it, otherwise ! :)

if you mean a few different requests in one ask, again, that's no problem !! for something like that, though, it would be more beneficial for it to be limited to one group. if you have the same request but you'd be okay with it being attached to a few different groups, that's totally cool ! if there are multiple different requests/scenarios with different groups, though, it would be better if it was just a separate ask ! :D

if you mean "would i/do i work on multiple requests at one time" i don't, really. i have a pretty bad attention span, so it's more beneficial for me to sit and write all in one sitting, rather than have multiple wips that i would inevitably forget about.

i hope this clears things up ! feel free to comment if i misinterpreted anything or if you have another question.

thanks !! :)

[h0neybb]

hii im the anon that asked for the keeho fic i just want to thank u for doing my request sm it turned out so good!!! :DDD

im too scared to comment with my main on x reader fics but woah... man... i already reread it like 3 times and i gotta read it once more before sleeping u made it so delicious it was so so cutee... when i saw that u finally posted it i literally jumped out of my bed lol

especially the ending oh my lord.... the 'im never gonna let u be my ex' you stabbed me man. you hit me with a truck that was amazing.

definitely going to be coming back with more requests in the future!! i hope u dont mind x)

awww thank you so much !! that actually means so much to me, i'm so happy that people actually find my writing good lol,, especially bcus sometimes i just end up smashing words together and hoping it'll do :,)

and as for more requests, i'm more than happy to take them !! i've always loved how creative people can get with their little scenarios ! you can absolutely be a reoccurring anon :D

thank you again !! excited to hear from you soon >⁠.⁠<

[h0neybb]

— i'm so mature, i'm so mature

୨୧ yoon keeho x m!7thmember!reader ୨୧ keeho finally convinces you, the grumpiest and most monotonous member, to sit in on his solo stage, and you have a very embarrassing fun time. ୨୧ request?: yes ! ୨୧ caution: none, just fluffy goodness! (+2nd person, not proofread) ୨୧ wc: 1.2k

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It was probably about the hundredth time he'd asked; and that was no exaggeration. It had been happening for the past week. Keeho would come up to you, drop to his knees if he could, clasp his hands together as if he were praying — the more you thought about it, he probably was — and just beg you to be a part of his solo stage. He had tried everything, too. He asked nicely, he asked not so nicely, he tried to be commanding, he tried to be cute, he tried to be funny... but you just weren't budging.

You had heard him practicing the song one day and decided to sneak in and listen. You had always loved his voice, after all. So you leaned on the doorframe as he sang. The words flowed from his lips like honey, and you sighed softly at how soothing his voice was when he wasn't being unreasonably loud or silly.

You clapped a bit as he finished singing, startling him. Soon, though, he smiled, and a light dusting of pink settled on his cheeks.

"Did that change your mind?" He suddenly asked, and though you wanted to pretend like you didn't, you knew exactly what he was talking about.

"How about this," You began in that slightly raspy baritone that everybody seemed to love so much. "I'll sit in once. Just to hear you."

You could've sworn that Keeho had just received all of the wealth in the world. His eyes lit up and he pulled you in for a tight hug. You were never the greatest with physical affection, but you had to admit, seeing him happy made your heart skip a beat. "I love you." You suddenly heard him mumble from where he was buried into your chest, his voice muffled, but just as strong and sincere as ever.

"I love you," You whispered in return. He was so persuasive. What had you gotten yourself into?

Soon enough, you were travelling around, and he asked nearly every morning if today was the day that you were going to sit in. Every day, you shook your head, and he began to worry that maybe you had lied to him to get him to stop talking.

It seemed like out of nowhere, it was the final day of the entire tour. He came up to you that morning with almost sad eyes, and you held his face gently, running your thumb over his cheekbones as you spoke. "We made a deal, didn't we?" You leaned in and quickly pecked the tip of his nose, and he instantly perked up. He was so excited, he was practically bouncing off of the walls, telling the rest of the members — hell, telling pretty much anyone that would listen — that you had actually agreed and how he was right, even though nobody believed him. Nobody was actually just Theo and Jiung, but he didn't care. He got to stick it in their faces, now.

That night, the show went on as per usual. But, of course, the solo stages swung to the forefront, and you were now sitting down on a small stool on center stage, thousands of cheers ringing out around you as the fans saw not only Keeho onstage, but you as well. You apprehensively smiled, as if trying to silently communicate to every P1ece in the crowd that no, you're not here by choice. you're here because Keeho annoyed you into agreeing to be here.

Yet, you heard that honey-like voice ring out again, and your expression immediately softened. You could picture it even now; tiktoks posted with the caption being 'He has such a soft spot for Keeho', the clip being used in youtube compilations with text popping up on screen saying that they totally shipped you two. You chuckled to yourself

You didn't have much time to think about it, though, because Keeho was suddenly right next to you, tilting your chin up to look at him as he stared back down at you with his lovely, bright smile.

"I might kill my ex, not the best idea," He sang, carefully tapping the end of your nose with the tip of his finger, obviously teasing you. "His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here?" His voice dripped with happiness and the most subtle type of love that you had learned to pick up on. He was singing the original lyrics, that cheeky bastard. He had swapped the gender of them for every other show, but no, he was very obviously singing the original lyrics.

This continued, too. He pinched your cheeks, grabbed the collar of your shirt to pull you closer, and was an overall menace as he continued to sing sweetly, close enough to your ear at times that you could hear his natural voice, not heightened or reverberated by the microphone and pa system.

"I did it all for love" He placed a hand-heart against your cheek.

"I did all of this on no drugs, I did this sober" He grabbed his usual prop, the sword, from one of his belt loops. "Don't you know I did it all for us?" He pretended to stab you with the sword as he continued to sing, plunging it between your arm and your torso to make it seem like he stabbed you in the stomach. Honestly, you couldn't help but play along. He was just having so much fun, you had to crack a smile at how silly he was. You doubled over and clutched your stomach, trying to refrain from laughing as he looked back at you and laughed into the mic mid-lyric.

When the song came to a close, the crowd cheered thunderously, and Keeho dropped his prop and jogged over to you, hugging you from where you sat.

Later that night, long after the concert was over and you were back in your hotel rooms, Keeho knocked on your door. His hair was damp and the faint scent of a sweet-smelling body wash lingered on his skin. He was smiling brightly when you opened the door, and He immediately hugged you again.

"You killed it out there." He mumbled as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

"How much do you wanna bet somebody's gonna start a rumour that we're dating because of that performance?" You chuckled, pulling him into your room and shutting the door behind you as he dragged you over to the plush hotel bed.

"Well, they wouldn't really be wrong, would they?" Keeho retaliated as he flopped down on the mattress, smiling when he heard the laugh that so rarely slipped out of you. "...Thank you." He whispered, suddenly serious. He held onto your hands, bringing them up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. You laid down next to him and he pulled you close settling under the covers. Of course, he wasn't going to sleep in his own bed. You should've known better.

"You're never gonna be my ex." He mumbled, already half asleep due to your warmth and the exertion of the day.

"Is that so?" You responded with a chuckle, slipping under the covers yourself as exhaustion began to overcome you, as well.

"I'm gonna make sure of it." Keeho yawned. He shut his eyes and cuddled up to you, finally quieting down for the day as he slipped deeper into sleep.

"If you insist." You replied, your hand finding its way into his hair before you, too, succumbed to the sweetness of your life on hold as you rested next to Keeho.

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[h0neybb]

hi beau !! before i say anything i gotta say your layout is literally so pretty! :D

you said that you can write for p1h, can I ask for a keeho oneshot inspired by his kill bill solo stage? where the reader is a slightly grumpy seventh piwon member that after days of keeho begging him finally agreed to his request of performing together as a special treat for the fans at the end of the tour. reader would play the role of the ex and keeho would tease him throughout the performance.

he claims he wants this to be a thank you gift for the fans (keeho and reader are a popular duo), but in reality he wants to see just how flustered can he get reader to be while on stage.

(btw i know keeho gender swapped the lyrics but let's just say he used the original version for this specific performance aright? could be funny to have him not tell the reader about planning to do so beforehand....)

i hope this is not too specific (and also that it doesn't fall under the idolxidol category.. i assumed you meant shipping real people with eachother!), thank you and have a nice day !!

hello anon !!

thank you for the ask and the compliment! this request is so cute, sorry it took me so long to get to it!

also, i'm totally cool with 'member'/'idol' reader! you're totally right, i just won't ship two idols with each other :)

this is posted!

[h0neybb]

— all in all is all we are

୨୧ min yoongi x m!manager!reader ୨୧ yoongi notices you've been acting a bit off after you two arrived home. ୨୧ request?: yes ! ୨୧ caution: some jealousy and very partial nudity (reader), but other than that, just fluffy !! (+2nd person) ୨୧ wc: 1.4k

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It was safe to say that you were absolutely pissed.

You shouldn't have been, either. It was so trivial, so unimportant, and it shouldn't have bothered you. Hell, you've been dealing with this for years now.

Still, something about those people in the airport today just got under your skin.

It was the average comments that were heard from fans every day. Asking for a photo, or an autograph, or a completely unattainable chance with him. You laughed them off, as you always did, but then one lady piped up in a voice that was sweet enough to rot someone's teeth right out of their skull.

"You look so pretty today, Yoongi!"

It was all she said, with a bright smile on her face. It shouldn't have bothered you. You should've laughed it off. But something about it made you want to scream in her face. Or rip your hair out. Or maybe rip her hair out. You had never felt so jealous before; it's not like you were even a jealous person in the first place. Yet, here you were, absolutely fuming because of some poor girl just trying to compliment Yoongi like how a normal fan would. You were the only one who was allowed to call him pretty like that. That compliment, that tone, was reserved for you. In the comfort and privacy of your own home. She didn't deserve to call him that.

To make it worse? When you glanced over to try and assure yourself that you weren't crazy, he smiled. He fucking smiled. You felt like you were losing your mind, tightrope walking over a pit of jealousy and despair and every other vile word that you happened to think of.

Your heart hurt. Your head hurt. Everything about you seemed to hurt. It was as if all of this jealousy was physically paining you. Yet, you still had to look like the normal manager, walk along as if everything was perfectly fine and you were merely there because you had to be. So you did. Mostly because you didn't want to cause a scene, and you would likely get fired from your job if you did. You took a few deep breaths and trudged through your self-made pity party with a neutral expression, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when you and Yoongi were led into a car and driven back to your shared apartment.

You stared straight ahead the entire ride back to the apartment. It was mostly just due to the fact that you didn't know what to do with yourself. You could feel Yoongi's eyes on you. You could feel the way he was staring at you, trying to figure out why you weren't your usual self. He attempted to intertwine his fingers with yours, and you almost felt bad for pulling away, instead opting to rest your hands in your lap as he looked at you with an expression akin to sadness.

You were silent as you got out of the car. Silent as you unlocked the door. Silent as you moved toward the bedroom to grab a change of clothes before taking a shower. Even when Yoongi called out your name, you ignored him. You dug your own trench of insecurity, and now you were fighting against your own rationality. It was hell, and though you tried to wash it all away, you couldn't help but repeat that girl's words over and over. You look so pretty today, Yoongi. So pretty.

After you had dried off and returned to your room, Yoongi was sitting on the edge of the mattress, waiting for you. You could tell, since he wasn't doing anything but fidgeting slightly with his fingers. He looked upset, like your demeanour had suddenly rubbed off on him. Now, you just felt like the worst person on the planet.

"What's going on with you?" Yoongi mumbled with a slight frown. You didn't want to talk, but he beckoned you to say something. "C'mon, don't give me the silent treatment... what did I do?" He stood up from the bed and stepped toward you, reaching out his hand as if it were an olive branch. This time, you let his fingers lace with yours.

"Did I do something?" He reworded his question, almost sighing in relief when you shook your head.

"It's stupid." You finally managed to whisper.

"It's not stupid. I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong." He immediately shut down anything negative that fell from your lips. He reached up to brush the pad of his thumb against your cheekbone, before letting his hand drop to your collarbone, and eventually, he trailed his fingers down to your pecs as you tried to find the words.

"...That girl, at the airport, who called you pretty." You muttered, gritting your teeth so you didn't go off on a rant about how she made your stomach turn and your head hurt.

"...Are you jealous?"

You nearly turned and walked right out when you noticed his sly smirk and almost untraceable chuckle, but Yoongi only held your hand tighter.

"No, be honest. Are you?" He seemed a bit more serious this time, and he squeezed your hand when he noticed your defeated gestures, how you sighed and nodded as if it were the most embarrassing possible thing that you had ever even thought.

"I don't even know why. I don't know if it was just the way she said it, or because she said it, or the way she looked, or..." You trailed off, realizing you were rambling.

"Sit down." Yoongi commanded gently, moving to the nearby closet to grab a pair of boxers for you so you weren't bare naked while trying to have a somewhat serious moment. The moment you slipped them over your hips and you were semi-presentable, Yoongi nearly tackled you onto the bed. You gasped as he pushed you down so that you were laying flat on your back, though you just let it happen. He hovered over you with a bright smile; he couldn't help but tease, just a little bit.

"You're jealous of some girl I've never even seen before?" He laughed softly when you tried to look away, obviously flustered. "You're amazing, you know that?"

The sudden flattery almost snapped you right out of both your jealousy and your embarrassment. Why would he be complimenting you? You were being ridiculous.

Yoongi noticed your confusion and laughed again. "You're just amazing. I can't believe you love me so much that you would get jealous when someone so much as compliments me." He brushed your damp hair away from your face and leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose.

"You know I wouldn't ever leave you for some random girl, right?" He asked before leaning back in to press another peck to your nose. When you nodded, he took both of your hands in his.

"You're the only one for me. You're the one I love. M'kay?" you couldn't help but nod along to his words, simply because of how sure he sounded. He was so confident sometimes it made your head spin.

"Okay." You replied, and he decided to move away from kissing your nose to your cheeks, then your forehead, then back to your nose... it seemed like by the time he had decided he had finished, not a single spot of your face was free of a kiss. Your face felt all tingly; you couldn't help but wonder if it was the abundance of skin-to-skin, or if Yoongi just had that affect on you.

"I love you. Even if I can't show it sometimes." He whispered, finally whispering the words you needed to hear all along. Suddenly, you felt all of the jealousy and vitriol and hatred get washed away, no thanks to the shower from earlier. Turns out, you just needed some reassurance from your boyfriend.

"I love you." He repeated, and you realized you had been entirely too silent this whole time.

"I love you too." You sighed.

Out of nowhere, you realized that Yoongi had missed one spot when he was ruthlessly leaving kisses across your face. You didn't even need to say anything before he fixed it, though, leaning in and carefully pressing his lips to yours in what was probably the sweetest kiss you would ever receive.

It was good to know that the chances of you getting jealous again anytime soon were very low, now.

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[h0neybb]

HI BEAU!! I saw your blog intro and that you write for M!reader x BTS so if I may request, can you write Manager!reader x suga where the reader is in a secret relationship with suga and he's jealous because suga is getting so many people thirsting over him but he has to say calm because he's a manager and suga notices this so when they're alone somewhere, suga confronts him and peppers him with kisses, reassuring reader he only wants him

You can ignore this request if something in it makes you uncomfortable <33 !!

hi anon !! :D

thank you so much for the ask ! this is a really cute concept actually, hehe :3

posted !!

[h0neybb]

intro !! ⋆˚꩜｡⋆˚˖

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hihihi ! welcome to my blog! this is my intro, and i should start writing pretty soon ! hope you like everything :3 important stuff is bolded so you don't have to listen to me ramble !

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୨୧ i'm beau ! not my real name, but that stays offline >_< ୨୧ he/him pronouns, please ! they/them works, too, but i'm a man ! ୨୧ i'm canadian, a taurus, and an intp ! just some fun extra things for ya :3 i'm also super into music, and i play multiple instruments, like the guitar and the clarinet !

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୨୧ this is a kpop blog ! i don't know the exact parameters of that yet, but i would like to start writing up some fanfic sometime in the near future, hehehe ୨୧ this won't strictly be for fanfic ! sometimes i might just be on here rambling about something or going feral — don't mind me, this could just be a way to get my thoughts out !

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୨୧ just to get it out of the way, i'm gay ! this means if i do end up writing some fics, they'll probably be mostly (if not all) for boy groups, and probably mostly gn or male reader ! sorry if this doesn't float your boat, but this is just what i'm most comfortable with (i'll absolutely consider girl groups/fem reader too, though) !! ୨୧ all in all, though, i'll write almost anything you want ! there are some things i definitely will not write, though (enter great segue)

what i won't write ! ୨୧ idolxidol ୨୧ anything/anyone underage ୨୧ noncon/dubcon ୨୧ incest/stepcest/selfcest ୨୧ bestiality ୨୧ certain kinks like watersports, cnc, guns, etc.

୨୧ honestly, if you're unsure of something, just ask ! but these are currently my hard limits, so please respect that ! ୨୧ while we're here, let's spin the positive and i'll tell ya what i will write !

groups i'll write for ! ୨୧ Stray Kids ୨୧ Xdinary Heroes ୨୧ ENHYPEN ୨୧ NCT ୨୧ TXT ୨୧ P1Harmony ୨୧ &Team ୨୧ BTS

୨୧ These are just the groups I'm most comfortable with. If you have a suggestion for another group, don't hesitate to ask ! It just might not be my best writing, lol ୨୧ Keep in mind that if there are any minors in any groups I'm writing for, there will be absolutely no NSFW content at all, so please don't even attempt !!

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୨୧ any opinion, rant, or ramble will can be found under the personal tag beau's bubbles 🫧 (as in thought bubbles !) ୨୧ any fic or more longform content can be found under the personal tag beau's books 📖 !

thanks for taking the time to read, hope you can find some sort of joy here !! see ya :D

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