Choiyerim (24 choiyerim stories)
Insane Love
This time he wasn't just the writer of his novel... but he was the writer of his own life... but there is more than meets the eye...
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Just a random loona chat or crack HyeWon/GoLivia, LipSoul/SoulLip, ViSeul, YeoRry, 2Jin, and ChuuVes Dom!Gowon and Sub!Hyejoo AU
With Haseul pregnant this time, Yerim and Hyeju makes Sooyoung and Jinsol buy all sorts of pregnancy gadgets and products.
lil prompts and shorts of loona pairings! i won't do any nsfw though, we're keeping it pg here :]
When the heiress learns what is love.
"You know for a self proclaimed nerd..." Chaewon started, a smirk forming on her lips. "You look a little too hot to be one." or Minjoo is a little dense, but that's okay. The strong feelings Chaewon gives her is too hard to ignore now.
The day Choi Yerim accidentally fell in love with Son Hyejoo in a potions class. And it's all Jiwoo's fault.
yerim decides not to wear her trustable headphones.
Hyejoo feels like she doesn't do enough for her girlfriend, Yerim. She decides being spontaneous is the key to her problem.
Yerim drags Hyejoo out to bond. The latter just wanted to stay in with the older girl. But Hyejoo knows if she's with Yerim, it'll be fine.
"why are you telling me this?" she whispers, her voice softer than before. why am i telling you this? you question yourself. you don't know if you're being honest. there was something different in the way the calmness of the night affected you. the moon was shining brightly and the stars felt like they multiplied. there was something different with the scenery, the atmosphere. maybe that's why you're telling her this.
HyunJin and YeRim are the devil's daughters, for a misunderstanding they went down to earth but now they'll be thankful.
The producer christens her Olivia Hye and bestows her a title: Destroyer of Eden, World Eater, Fallen Angel, The End and The Beginning of All Things, and she accepts it eagerly, slipping a mask into her face, shaped like her own, but not quite: rubies cover her eyes, and wolf-like features morph into her own, both a muzzle and a gag tinted with blood.
Problems with the living? Unhappy with eternity? Is death the problem and not the solution? Do you have problems adjusting to your new condition? CALL NOW BEETLEJUICE
A series of prompts I received on my Tumblr
where olivia doesn't want to wait.