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i'm so glad your requests are open!!! could i please request “Friends can kiss each other a little from time to time, right?” for nct's mark? <3

a fairy king and an elven warrior walk into a nerd convention;

mark lee | “Friends can kiss each other a little from time to time, right?” cosplay!au. | 4.4k words. | fluff, humor, v awkward mark lee and v awkward u as well.

a/n: because I received this prompt a few times, I’m doing my best to change each one up somehow so here’s a lil cosplaying with markiepooh <3 granted, I’ve never cosplayed in my life but just. bear with me (and the stupid title) please

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Donghyuck’s words comes through the phone after a cacophony of violent coughing and groaning, voice drenched in regret despite the strain to speak clearly at all, “I don’t think I can stand around a crowded con for hours in plastic armor today. I can barely walk to the bathroom without getting dizzy… I have to bow out.”

“W-What?” You really hate how distinctly sad your voice sounds even as you muster all your might to stay calm. You were supposed to march into that convention center today in five pounds of armor that you’d meticulously spray-painted and tweaked to look just like your character’s, your face caked in makeup to create that flawless elven look that only existed in the world of warrior elves and demon fey, and your suffocating wig trimmed and styled to defy gravity itself with Donghyuck at your side. You and Donghyuck were famous for cosplaying as the married brave warrior elf Greer and dark fairy king Egi (respectively) at many conventions across the country, spending months on top of months perfecting your costumes and winning contests for your spot on depictions of the characters, but now you were a Greer without an Egi, and you didn’t know if you could do this alone. “Donghyuck, we’re a team. We always cosplay together.”

You hear Donghyuck sigh and feel instantly terrible for making him feel bad when he’s already suffering so much. The stomach bug that came like a thief in the night took your poor best friend out before the morning of the con came, and you were left sitting dumbfounded on the edge of your bed, half a face of concealer and heavy, heavy contour having to take a backseat to the bad news. You had been in such a good mood today, too.

You’re about to reassure him that it’s alright, that you’ll clean up and stop by his place to check up on him later and, if he’s up for it, maybe even bring your laptop so the two of you can binge watch the new anime you’d both started together when Donghyuck cuts in suddenly, “I figured you’d say that, so I got to thinking… how would you feel if, say, someone else took my place?”

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ill-fated.

word count: 4,009

genre: fluff, angst, badboy!hyuck

member(s): donghyuck, mentions of jeno, renjun, jaemin, & chenle

warning(s): none, but probably the usual bad language and typos

author’s note: i half love this but im not sure what i feel for the other half,,,, either way i hope you enjoy it

Inhaling, you closed your eyes and placed a hand to your chest, tapping your fingers gently against your body as you told yourself, “It’s alright. It’ll be fine. It will be over before you can even think about it.”

Pursing your lips and breathing out harshly, you shrugged your shoulders to release the tension in your body, reaching a hand out and wrapping your fingers around the brass knob. You could already hear the muffled voices of the others, who were expecting your arrival on the other side of the door. Mustering the courage that you very much needed, you turn the knob and push the door forward, the pungent smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol welcoming you.

“You’re here!” A semi-drunk Jeno greets. He stumbles forward, almost colliding into you. You turn your body sideways, allowing him to brush past you as he leaves the room, shouting, “Wee break!” Jaemin lazily responds with a groan, a smile plastered to his face as he stirs, readjusting his position on the couch. He spreads his arms across the backrest, throwing his head back to rest it against the wall.

Your eyes go past him, going over the endless amount of beer bottles sprawled across the table. Shot glasses were toppled over, chips were scattered across the floor, lighted cigarettes decorated the leather couch, the half-sober bunch spread across the room. Your eyes travel past Renjun’s lifeless figure, finally landing on the one person whom you dreaded to meet – Lee Donghyuck. Unlike the rest who already seemed to have lost it, Donghyuck was seated comfortably on the couch, a leg crossed over the other, a shot glass in hand. He swivels the yellow liquid, eyes dark and unfocused.

Your eyes linger on his face for a moment; purple bruises on his cheek and at the side of his lips, coupled with cuts that sat on his forehead, the bridge of his nose, and his jaw. You blinked a few times, feeling your heart swell ever so slightly at the sight. Your eyes continued to trail down his body, his hands and knees the only other areas of visible skin. He donned his favourite black leather jacket, a loose white shirt underneath, and a pair of black jeans that were ripped at the knees, a chain hung across his hip. You noticed the red, swollen cuts on his knuckles, your chest tightening further.

Thoughts begin to cloud your mind, your eyes landing on the carpeted floor. Two seconds later, your eyes snap back up to meet Donghyuck’s in reaction to his voice. “You’re here,” he says.

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oh, so oblivious!

In which you and Yangyang are ever so oblivious about your feelings towards each other, but worry not, the Liu family comes to your rescue!

♦ Characters: best friend’s little brother!Yangyang x reader/you

♦ Genre: fluff, comedy, uni au

♦ Words: 3.9k

♦ A/N: Dedicated to the loveliest best friend one could ask for, the one who’s in denial about the younger biases until she can’t take it aka @lily-blue​! Hope you have the best birthday ever! Stay healthy, happy and wishing you lots of joy, luck, happiness, many more biases and kdramas that we can watch together! Love you to the Moon and back! 💖

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valentine boy

pairing: jung jaehyun x g.n reader wc: 1.09k genre: fluff, highschool!au, bftl!au,  a/n: happy Jaehyun day !! <3

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Oh, how you hate February 14. Valentine’s day. You see others around you receiving cards, roses and other gifts while you’re left to wallow in the certain disappointment of being alone on Valentine’s day.

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what you do to me

✩ yangyang x reader | fluff | friends to lovers | 1.1k 

SUMMARY ⇾ when you come over to check-up on a sick yangyang, he confesses his feelings for you. WARNINGS ⇾ swearing; usage, mentions, and jokes of prescription drugs and medicine; mentions of drinking, dejun is irresponsible and gives too many meds to yangyang RATING ⇾ teen+ TAGLIST ⇾ @infnteen​​ REQ BY ⇾ anonymous (informally) PROMPT ⇾ friends to lovers + yangyang is sick and clingy

Gently opening the bedroom door open, you’re greeted by the sight of Yangyang bundled up under the covers beside his mountain of stuffed animals. He raises his head slightly from the pillow, blinking hazily with a goofy smile towards your direction.

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Simpler Times || Na Jaemin

Genre: Fluff,1950s references, lovers!au, valentines!au, part of @kpopscape​ Love Fools Valentines Collab

Pairing: new boyfriend!jaemin x female reader

Warnings: None, just tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

Synopsis: You had recently gotten into a relationship with Na Jaemin, and you had barely held hands properly, let alone kissed. Maybe the grand reopening of the Drive-In Cinemas will be able to fix that

A/N: When I saw the collab call, I couldn’t help myself. I am a sucker for history and Na Jaemin, so why not combine the two! I’m not sure how I feel about this piece so I really hope that you, dear reader, enjoy it! 

You heard a car horn ring put through the entire neighbourhood, signalling that your ride and your date had arrived at your house. Applying one last stroke to your bright red lipstick, you did one final check over in your mirror, smoothing out the non existent crinkles in the skirt of your white and black polka dotted dress. Your hair fell in neat curls, reminciant of an older era. That was the point of your whole outfit. Your friend had mentioned to you that the old drive-in cinemas, that had been opened in the early 50s, had been renovated and were holding a 1950s themed night, open to everyone with one rule; you had to wear a 1950s inspired outfit. With this information in mind, you had recently gotten into a relationship with the ever-so-sweet Na Jaemin, who you had yet to go out on a date that wasn;t at the local cafe. You saw this as the perfect opportunity and asked him if he would like to go with you, to which he had said yes before he heard the end of your sentence. 

You dashed out the front door to see your boyfriend, leather jacket only allowing a glimpse of a loose white t-shirt underneath. His hair was slicked back and a toothpick rested lazily between his lips. He really took the whole dress-up just as seriously as you did.

“Hey! You look good!” You greeted him, wrapping him in a welcoming hug. He returned the hug, his bright signature smile adorning his lips. 

“Thank you. You look just as delightful.” He replied, a chuckle resonating from you at his choice of words.

“Did you look up a list of 50s lingo or something?” You laughed, as Jaemin’s face turned serious.

“How did you know? Was it that obvious?” He inquired, making you laugh more. 

“No, not at all, darling. Let’s go, shall we?” You said, patting his shoulder and walking around to the passenger seat of his car. 

“I decided to go for the greaser look. Jeno said I looked like a ‘Grease’ reject. Does it look bad?” Jaemin questioned with a pout, as he put his seatbelt on and started the car. You looked at the boy and shook your head.

“Fuck whatever Jeno says. You look amazing, Jaem.” You saw a light blush bloom on Jaemin’s cheeks, a shy smile spreading across his face. 

“Thank you, baby. The movies?”

You nodded. “The movies.”

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Requested: Mark x reader

Drabble: “I have, sort of, feelings for you.”

Genre: bestie crushin on a bestie😋💕

Another dreaded “holiday” had arrived where you, once again, get questioned or feel weird about not having a boyfriend. Super annoying and a little sad but you weren’t going to let it get to you. It was a nice sunny day which automatically gave you a positive vibe to start your day. The smile began to spread on your face as you moved about your home, watering you flowers and plants and making your tea/coffee. Soon a knock on door caught your attention, making you move to open the door. There you found a letter with a dried flower attached to it. Well this was unexpected and...weird? You carefully picked up the item, examining it before deeming it safe. There a familiar handwriting met your eyes again making you smile bright.

‘Hello my beautiful flower. I hope this isn’t too weird but to make this day special for you, a secret admirer is waiting. Please meet me in the field as soon as you get this.’

“You crazy, sweet boy.” You whispered to yourself before quickly freshening up and meeting your ‘admirer’. There the scene took your breath away. The golden sun shared its rays and warmed your skin, a gentle breeze blew through the air and between the flowers...and a handsome boy who you were all too familiar with stood in the middle of the field; flowers in hand and his nervous walk.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Mark quickly jerked his head towards the sound of your voice making his heart beat speed up even more. You looked like a princess in the flowers as you walked towards him, his goofy smile smile started to spread upon his face. Gosh you were so beautiful, what was he going to do with himself if you actually accept his feelings he was about to spill soon.

“I could say the same for you...I uh, gathered? Is that the word? Anyways I made you another bouquet for you so I hope you like em.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his cute antics. You thanked him by leaving a peck on his cheek, still staying close to him as you could feel the warmth and love radiate off of him.

“So you’re my admirer huh?”

“Uh yeah...I uh- I have, sort of, feelings for you. If you couldn’t tell.” You both laughed now as in a weird way your feelings for each other were being uncovered. Soon you felt his hand slide into your hand, gently tugging you closer to him.

“I hope you’re not disappointed...”

“Mark Lee you could never disappoint me. And i was hoping this day would come soon.” Mark’s heart melted from your response and he finally pulled you into his arms to hold you in the middle of the field. He felt you snuggle your face into his neck, no way was it weird or uncomfortable because the love that radiated between you two was always there. He was sunshine on a rainy day, the hint of water for your flower, just pure love. It was a blooming Valentine’s Day with your admirer.

a/n: requested by a moonie! Thank you for sending this in and I hope you like it! It was a warm sunny day today so I got great inspo☺️

Send me your Valentine prompts for your favorite Nct boy💕

The chase was amazing! And if it’s not too much trouble may I pls request a mafia!renjun (fic or blurb up to you) where him and the reader start to fall in love during an arranged marriage?

pairing: mafia!renjun x reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 1.1k

author’s note: this gif *heart eyes*

warning: this contains a decent amount of violence so if that’s not your thing, please click away

“You’re wasting your time,” you say wryly, as the men cuff your wrists behind your back and put a blindfold around your head. They ignore you and roughly shove you to the ground instead. You land on your shoulder hard, biting your lip to hold back a cry of pain, and try to sit back up.

“Shut up,” you hear one of them hiss in your face, his rancid breath making you almost gag.

“He’s not going to come for me,” you continue defiantly, “the only reason Renjun married me is because of my father’s connections. Now that my dad is dead, you’re basically handing him a get-out-of-jail-free card by kidnapping me.” 

He doesn’t tell you to shut up again, instead opting to slap you across your face with so much force that you fall back to the ground again. Your cheek throbs, and your eyes involuntarily fill with tears. 

“We need a gag. Bitch doesn’t know when to stop yappin’,” he snarls. 

“M-Maybe she’s right, boss,” you hear another voice nervously say, “Huang Renjun is untouchable.” 

“You dipshits are really that scared of him?” the leader questions mockingly. 

“No, no, sir! It’s just,” one of the lackeys clears his throat, “―just that Huang Renjun has never been defeated before. He’s infamous for sacrificing his own men if need be. What’s to say it’s not the same with his family?” 

You know it’s true. Renjun has made that abundantly clear by the way he looks at you and treats you, but it still stings to hear it said aloud like that. 

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dream is so soft for the children of the server and i am convinced he would do anything they asked. like literally -

ranboo: dream could i have silk touch hands so that i can pick up grass

dream: absolutely, i’m on it

tubbo: dream could i pretty please have nuclear weapons

dream: of course you can, it’s already done

technoblade and phil: dream can we use the end portal frame as a fun decor piece

dream: *spits in their direction*

“happy birthday!” - xdj

summary: planning a surprise party with wayv can end only end in disaster

genre: fluff | idolverse au, mutual pining au, idiots to lovers, brithday au

length: 1k words

pairing: birthday boy!dejun x reader

warnings: profanity

note: thank u to @ezralia-writes​ for looking this over heh

part of my 100 ways to say i love you mini series + repost from my old blog! 

“You can come out now. I know you’re all hiding.” Dejun sighs as he tosses his keys into the bowl by the door.

The dorms stay silent for a moment before a sad whine is heard. Yangyang pops out of his hiding spot and stomps up to Dejun before shooting his dollar store confetti popper into the air above them.

“Dude you couldn’t have even pretended to be surprised?” Yangyang tosses the used container aside and punches Dejun in the arm.

“Hey it’s not my fault you aren’t subtle.” Chuckling, Dejun ruffles Yangyang’s hair making the younger bat his hand away.

“We worked really hard though,” Yangyang pouts. “____ spent so much time trying to get us to function properly and I bought cake and Ten-”

“Wait, ___?” Dejun’s shock isn’t subtle.

“Yup,” You sigh as you stand up from your awkward crouch behind the dorm couch. “Surprise?”

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water glass | h.rj.

pairing: renjun x reader

genre: restaurant au, college au, angst, fluff, waiter!renjun

word count: 5,746

warnings: mentions of date drugs (not renjun), suggestive intentions (also not renjun)

summary: a dinner date gone wrong… or, if you look at it another way, a dinner date that almost got you in a terrible situation. almost.

a/n: not sure i really like the prompt of the way this date goes wrong, but renjun as a waiter? yes, always yes, 1000 times yes (also yikes the editing on the title in the picture rip XD) (also this is a repost because tags weren’t working the first time i posted this, i’m not sure why hjhdfjgfd)

Ever since you had laid eyes on Shin Youngjin, you’ve been harboring the largest crush on him. He was perfect — his voice had a comforting effect on people, his intelligence was said to be as sharp as his jawline, and every time he ran a hand through his hair, you felt yourself melt.

Unfortunately, you had been told by many individuals that Youngjin didn’t date — in fact, no one had ever seen him on campus with a girl longer than “was necessary”, which you took to interpret as “conversation made for class purposes only”.

But fortunately for you… he had seemed to make an exception.

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SCAREDY CAT : l.dh

Part of the NCT HALLOWEEN SERIES: NCT Dream.

pairing: haunted house actor!haechan x reader

genre: angst, fluff, horror

length: 2.5k

description: you absolutely hate anything scary. but when your friends suggest you spend the night of halloween at a haunted house, you just can’t refuse. it only goes downhill from there, because you’re about three seconds away from wetting yourself, and- is that your crush?

warnings: swearing, blood, gore

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the second fic in the series in here! another big thank you to @minyusa for doing the header and @nanakyun0j0​ for proofreading, as well as @bumblebeenct. this ended up taking a very different route to what i had planned and i’m still not sure if i like it, but it’s here nonetheless!

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Amortentia and Quidditch:

Word count: 6.35k

Pairing: Female reader x Mark Lee

Genres/themes: Winter holidays, Potterverse au, teeth achingly sweet fluff, flirting, crushes, and a quidditch game that gets a tad agressive.

Synopsis: It’s December and everyone seems to be getting into the holiday cheer! However this season you’re grappling with the decision of whether to go home to your family for the holidays or stay at Hogwarts with your friends while also trying to manage to hide your obvious crush on Mark Lee.

This fic was written as a secret Santa gift to @theleemark​! Chai happy holidays! You’re such a sweet and awesome person and I wish you all the best this holiday season and the upcoming year! You’re such a sweet person to know and I can’t wait to get to know you more as time passes! Happy holidays and lots of love <3

Refracted sunlight was what woke you early in the morning, gently stirring you from your slumber. Your eyes opened slowly, blinking away the sleep dust from the previous night and you let out a contented sigh as they focused on your surroundings. Around you your fellow Gryffindor’s slept quietly, not yet awake. The dorm was decorated in various pieces of tinsel, holly, wreaths and bells. The drapes of your yearmates’ canopied beds were the comforting red and gold of Gryffindor and three beds over you could hear Aaliyah’s gentle but present snores. You chuckled at the sound and looked up to your right where the light that had fallen on your face and woken you was coming from. 

You let out a slight gasp at what you saw and propped yourself up to catch a better glimpse of what was outside your window for everything, as far as you could see was covered in snow. The slanted roofs of Hogwarts castle, the ground from the castle courtyard to the hills leading down to Hagrid’s hut, even the forbidden forest far off in the distance, had a thick foot of fresh, pure, snow covering everything. The windowsill itself had its own helping of snow decorating it and icicles hanging from the top of the curved window frame caught the sun’s morning beams and shone them into the dorm room.

“Snow,” you breathed in awe. You slid out of bed, feet padding quietly on the stone floor which was, like the rest of the room, kept comfortably warm via use of some spell no doubt. You pressed yourself up against the cold glass of the window, peering through to get a better look of the outside, and when your breath fogged up the window you quickly drew random little shapes. But something soaring in the sky caught your eye and you blinked, squinting to focus on whatever was floating through the air. It looked to be some sort of ball, almost like one used in Quidditch– almost immediately you saw two boys on broomsticks hurtling after the ball, now most certainly a quaffle. They flew neck and neck, occasionally jostling up against the other, long bats in their hand. One wore Ravenclaw colours; the other was donned in Gryffindor robes.

“Runaway bludger!” The Gryffindor shouted as the bludger zoomed towards the castle. You could hear his voice faintly through the glass. “Damnnit Dejun, you hit it too hard!”

“I hit it too hard?” The Ravenclaw, Xiao Dejun, said in outrage. “You’re supposed to hit it hard, it’s a bludger! The damned thing has a mind of it’s own– move!” The Ravenclaw boy let out a squawk and sharply banked away from the Gryffindor as the bludger slowed its momentum and fiercely zipped back at the two boys. The Gryffindor continued to fly towards it and for a moment your breath caught, thinking he was going to be taken out by it. Then he smoothly dipped out of its way, turned and hit it squarely with his bat. 

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the sun is in your eyes | mark lee

SUMMARY. Nothing’s more inviting and heartwarming than waking up to your best friend singing songs and softly strumming the strings of his guitar. Too bad you’re in love with him.

GENRE. tooth-rotting, will-literally-give-you-diabetes fluff

WORD COUNT. 905 words

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caught red handed [kim doyoung]

SUMMARY | all you wanted to do was take a picture of the handsome law student during your train ride home. you did not expect things to end up like this. PAIRING | law student! kim doyoung x female! reader GENRE | humor, fluff,  WARNINGS | swearing, shitty law jokes and pick up lines LMAO WORD COUNT | 804 TAGLIST | @nct-writers​ @czennienet​ @neowritingsnet​ @kpopscape​

a/n: my friend sent me THIS facebook post and i decided…..yeah let’s turn this into a sexy law student doie fic why not

Maybe tonight’s train ride home was life’s way of finally apologizing for giving you a shitty week.

Because holy hell— never have you beheld a man this handsome.

You pressed your lips together harshly in your seat right beside the subway’s sliding doors as you tried to hold back a smile, eyes discreetly flickering above from time to time as you tightly gripped the pole. He looked around twenty-three or twenty-four, straight black hair falling above his eyes, a pair of thin framed glasses resting on his tall nose. A student, you took note from the emblem on the folder he was holding to his chest. A law student nonetheless.

If falling in love at first sight was a crime then you’d be guilty as charged.

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for the rest of our lives | jung jaehyun

Not every princess wants to be a Queen.

pairing: prince!jung jaehyun x princess!reader

genre: romance, angst because I’m dramatic like that.

words: 2,721

author’s note: I got inspired by the song Hush by Everglow. I incorporated some verses (in cursive) in the story. I hope you enjoy it.

The work written under epinebleue is protected by copyright laws. Reposting and translation is not allowed. I don’t use any other platform, so if you see my work anywhere else, please, let me know.

The red roses are growing. Spring has come earlier this year. You can see the pink and peach and orange flowers from the terrace of your bedchamber. Your father is walking through the little pebble path, his crown made of gold and rubies shining under the sun. You can see the smile under his beard, how his eyes are full of light, brighter than a diamond. He is so happy, how can he not be? His only daughter is finally getting married, the last step before becoming the queen.

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— aesthetic challenge ♡

tagged by: @marklyxxi this is super cute and fun to do! aaaa thank you so much, love! ✨

to make your own moodboard go to pinterest and search:  

1. favourite colour + aesthetic

2. favourite colour + outfit + aesthetic

3. favourite colour + shoes (choose one that goes with your style)

4. favourite colour + an accessory you like

5. type a word that identifies you + quote

6. favourite celebrity + favourite colour

7. type your favourite hobby

8. favourite colour + aesthetic again

9. favourite colour + favourite word + aesthetic

tagging: (anyone who wants to do it kkkk xd)

𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - lee taeyong. for @lebrookestore || love letters pt.1

type: enemies to lovers!au, highschool!au, childhood friends!au

synopsis: the door closes. a click. a turn of a key in the lock. and you’re locked in the storeroom with lee taeyong, your sworn enemy of… how many years again?

taglist: @lebrookestore ; send a dm or an ask to be added to the taglist for love letters.

wc: 1k

“what?” you hiss angrily at your classmate, who’s currently trying to shove a box of gym equipment into your hands forcefully.

“oh, come on. i’m asking you to go and return the stuff with taeyong— it’s not like i’m asking you to marry him!” doyoung rolls his eyes, flashing the prefect badge pinned to the front of his robes at you, “besides, i have prefect duty. fair you well, my lady y/n!”

“i hate him and we both know it!” he doesn’t even turn at the sound of your voice, merely jogging over to join donghyuck outside the gym and walking away together.

fine. fine, you should’ve known from the beginning that he wouldn’t be a good friend. sighing, you pick the box up and set off towards the PE storeroom, totally looking forward to crossing paths with lee taeyong.

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((( #NCT. MESSYLAYOUTS (｀_´)ゞ :: like or re🅱️log if you save, satan says thanks. ⛓️

✰ na jaemin messy sanrio layouts ✰

## like/reblog if you save ^_^

kun’s first solo concert + his biggest fan hendery

Order Up ◈ z.cl

brought to you by the Neo’clock Past and Future New Years event by @nct-writers

◈⇢ Synopsis: During a busy shift at the Neo Drive-In Diner, your crush from school, Zhong Chenle, and his popular group of friends pull up. They order food, as expected, but Chenle has another request for you.

◈⇢ Genre: Fluff, 1950s AU, high school AU, retro drive-in diner

◈⇢Pairing: High school crush!Chenle x Waitress!reader (fem)

◈⇢ Warnings: many mentions of food

PLEASE NOTE: Per usual with my fics, Tumblr duplicated a paragraph. Please don’t mind it :) thank you!

⇢ [EDIT: it deleted a paragraph too D: Tumblr, apologize >:(]

◈⇢ WC: 1.6k words

“Order up!”

Sighing at the call of yet another order, you adjust your pink roller skates before gliding over to the counter to collect the finished order from one of the cooks who’s clearly had a long shift, as you could tell from the tone of his voice. Through the noises of the busy kitchen with burgers grilling, french fries sizzling, and fellow carhop waitresses skating back and forth from inside the kitchen to the vehicles parked outside, you could still make out the lyrics to Elvis Presley’s Jailhouse Rock playing from the speakers.

“I sure would be delighted with your company,” you sing along, “Come on ‘n do the Jailhouse Rock with me.”

“Y/n! Hurry up already!” You jump at the sound of the head waitress’ voice, interrupting your mini sing-along. Straightening your posture, you say, “Yes ma’am.”

Balancing two trays of food on your left arm, you read the written order in your right. Light blue Ford Thunderbird, 2 bacon cheeseburger meals, 2 strawberry milkshakes. You skate out the door, careful not to drop the trays of food, and pass by a row of cars until you see the light blue convertible the meals belonged to. Displaying your brightest smile and cheeriest voice, you stop at the side of the car and read, “Two bacon cheeseburger meals with a pair of strawberry milkshakes?”

The older couple in the vehicle nodded their heads. “That’s us,” the man in the driver’s seat stated. You pass over their meals and napkins, collect the money, and wish them a good meal before heading back into the kitchen.

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mr. jeong with landon pigg’s “falling in love at a coffee shop” please 🥺

FALLING IN LOVE AT A COFFEE SHOP

I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you

Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you

I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine

Now I'm shining too

Jaehyun stood in the counter, watching you as you flipped the next page of the book that you were reading with an enthusiasm of a kid. From his position, he could clearly see the twinkle in your eyes as you skim through the words printed out on it.

It has been exactly a week since you started to frequent the coffee shop Jaehyun was working at. And in those times, he’d never seen you with an empty hand. You were always holding and reading a book.

He found it captivating; the way your face give out the scene unfolding in the book. If your eyebrows are knitted together, Jaehyun knew that whatever your reading wasn’t pleasing. He knew that when your mouth gapes a little bit, a plot twist was behind it. And whenever you smile with your eyes, he knows that the characters spent a good time with each other.

He wasn’t much of a reader, but because of you, Jaehyun had unobtrusively peeked at the cover of the book you were reading. After days of searching for it to the bookstores, he’d finally found the series. And boy, didn’t he binge-read the first and second book.

Fortunately, you were reading the second book of the series when you visited the coffee shop. And by the looks of it, one more chapter and you were ready for the third book.

“Whose is this?” Jaehyun asked his co-worker, referring to the slice of cake on the counter. He sure knew that it was your order, because Jaehyun had given a lot of attention to your taste buds. Yet he was hoping that you won’t find it creepy.

“For the girl right there,” his co-worker answered. When he attempted to pick up your order, Jaehyun offered to do the honor. With a confused look, his co-worker nodded.

With a tray of your order in hand, Jaehyun walked owards you. You didn’t even notice him as he laid the plate in front of you.

Jaehyun chuckled. “You’re sure this is what you want?” he asked. You looked up to him, face contorted in a confused expression. Jaehyun cleared his throat. “I search her eyes for doubt, fear, uncertainty. But all I see is that fire. Ten hells.”

Upon hearing the words, your face lightened up. Then you spoke the next words from the book, “I am sure.”

Jaehyun stared at your eyes, as if he was the character from the book himself. “Then I’ll find a way.”

You placed the book on the table, your eyes never leaving Jaehyun’s. “What— How did you know that?” you asked, clearly impressed.

A swell of pride bloomed in Jaehyun’s heart. At least, his reading wasn’t in vain. “Well... it’s a good book so I’ve picked it up.”

“Oh, yes.” You chuckled. “It really is.” Then you noticed him still standing. “Oh, please have a seat!”

“Oh, no— it’s okay—” Jaehyun scratched the back of his head, trying to hide the redness of his ears.

“I insist,” you said with a small chuckle. “It’s nice to have someone I could talk about books with.”

Jaehyun sat with a wide smile spread out on his lips.

For weeks, both of you would go on dates in a book store or in a library. Jaehyun’s growing obsession of books matched yours perfectly. And who knows, perhaps your wedding vows would be like those written in a classic book.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 🍞🐾🥠🥟

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Imagine Choir Member!Taeil being one of the seniors in the Chamber Choir, the choir with the most experienced and talented singers in the entire school. You were a new member, one of the youngest in the entire group, and you were sat in front of the Chamber Choir’s leader as they ran through the “initiation rules.” Each newcomer had to get a piece of paper signed by all the seniors, which was easier said than done. You ran around your school, trying to track down all the seniors and learn their names, and once you do find them, they wouldn’t sign your paper that easily. One of the seniors had you sing the school’s fight song, right there in the middle of the hallway with others watching, your cheeks red and voice wavering at all of the eyes on you. Another senior had you act out “Bend and Snap” from Legally Blonde in the middle of the cafeteria, other choir members mockingly applauding you. Of course, the other newcomers also had to go through these initiations, but they all promised you that Taeil’s initiation was the easiest.

You found him behind a piano in the choir room, squinting at some sheet music. You were prepared for him to give you a song to sing or a dance he wanted to see, but he just smiled and asked how you were settling into school while taking your paper from you. You were a bit confused, but answered his questions anyway. He kept eye contact with you, nodding along, and seemed like he genuinely enjoyed talking to you. A blush rose to your cheeks as you talk to your senior, but now it was for a completely different reason. “You’re really not going to make me sing or dance for you?” You asked wearily as he gave you back your paper. “Not unless you want to.” He laughs and sends you on your way. When you walk out of the room, you look down at your signature filled sheet, Taeil’s handwriting catching your attention: “maybe instead of singing or dancing, we go to the movies?” along with his phone number and a smiley face.

𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒚

𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕? - 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂

"don't kill my vibe, that's a no no." you rapped as you strutted across the stage, making the cheers grow louder in volume. the fanchants that were shouted by all the fans, filled the stadium in which the award show was taking place.

as the camera panned over to haechan, he was caught mouthing the lyrics and dancing in his seat. realization struck him when he saw his face on the screen and the other idols laughing at his reaction to being on screen. at the same time, his group mates pretended to not know him making haechan wallow in embarrassment.

knowing that this moment would be added to his ever-growing list of proof that he was a girl group stan, he was abashed. he usually took pride in being one, but this time he knew that the rest of the dreamies would never be able to let him live it down and that made him regret his actions.

it was all worth it, as long as you knew that he was a fan of yours. someday, maybe his wish to have a collaboration with you might even be fulfilled. for now though, haechan would have to be satisfied with what he had. in the future, he would love to be friends with you but in the meantime, making sure that none of his band members teased him later was his priority.

𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 ©

portrait.

1:46 pm

renjun and you sat on a picnic blanket, situated in a quiet grass field, surrounded by tall trees and fresh air.

both of you held canvases, grasping paint brushes making delicate strokes on the rough fabric. as you drew him, he drew you, trying to complete a portrait of eachother.

as he focuses on your features, you admire his attentive eyes. as he pushes up his glasses and scrunches his nose to detail your eyes just right.

“your not even painting” he scoffs, not understanding the sudden distraction.

“only because your so pretty, you distract me. also i cant really paint. i wouldn’t do you justice.” you smile as you watch him blush over the compliment. he would never admit it, but he loves being called pretty.

he moves the canvas off of his lap to the side, placing the paintbrush down. he shuffles to place his head in your lap, your hands moving to the default position in his hair.

his eyes close as you massage his scalp, he looks so precious like this, so calm and at peace.

“your so beautiful y/n” he says, quietly, drifting off.

“you can’t even see me” you tease, smiling as you massage his temples.

he sits up, all of a sudden, you move your hands back to your sides, wondering if you did something wrong.

“i don’t need to have my eyes open to see how gorgeous you are” he claims, face gentle but tone serious. you smile looking down, feeling embarrassed with just his eyes on you.

he moves up to place a hand to your cheek. lifting your head up to meet his soft eyes. gravitating closer to eachother as the air becomes heavy with anticipation.

your lips meet together in a perfect middle, moving together in perfect, soft harmony. as he gently moves his hand to the back of your neck, you move your right hand to pull him closer.

you can’t get enough, intoxicated off of the smell of his cologne and the idea of never letting go.

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Right Person, Wrong Time | Huang Renjun

Pairing: Huang Renjun x Reader

Summary: Your high school sweetheart is back in town for one night only. He wants to get back together, but your heart is already taken…

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1.4k

Gif: @shuuvee​

“Look, you better get off your arse and start serving some customers or I’m out, girl,” Irene laughs.

She pulls a puffer jacket over her ‘Bo’s Burger’s’ T-shirt. She’s your only friend – but not for long it seems. The icy December breeze rattles around the battered burger van.

“Alright, Irene, jeez…”

Just then, you peer out of the van’s window and freeze. Your hand smacks silently against your mouth. “Renjun,” you whisper.

“Who’s Renjun?” Irene says, raising one perfect brow at you.

“Come on, Rene! Drop dead gorgeous Renjun – my first and only love Renjun – stupid, perfect, left me to go back to bloody China Renjun!”

Just then, Renjun turns his head. “What am I supposed to do?” you whisper, shaking Irene’s wrists in desperation.  

“Honestly, girl! Act natural for once.”

You don’t even have time to curse Irene for her useless advice. Renjun is already gazing expectantly up at you.

Your breath sticks in your throat.

This isn’t the schoolboy you loved. This is a young man, icy rose hair slicked back in the latest style. An athletic body hides under his snow-dusted Burberry coat.

“W-welcome to Bo’s burgers. May I take your order?” You choke out. Behind you, you hear Irene whisper, “I didn’t mean pretend not to know him natural!”

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