Unknown (via thoughtkick)

I’m not feeling good...

sinfully vowed to you - jjh

open your legs, not your bible | sinfully vowed to you

SUMMARY. how far will you go for love? perhaps to the point you’re bound for marriage, but the groom you seek isn’t the one your heart beats for. and desperately, you must gamble everything without regrets.

PAIRING. jaehyun x fem!reader

WORD COUNT. 13.2k

GENRE. loads of angst, fluff, and slice of life at the end | rich bad boy!jaehyun, rich good girl!reader, implied enemies to lovers!au, forbidden romance!au

PLAYLIST. don’t blame me (sped up and reverb) by taylor swift [the main reason of how this story came to be]

WARNINGS. arranged married to a surprise neo, mentions and appearances of more neos, references to and slight bad-mouthing Christianity, one heated argument where 2 of the 10 commandments are recited, mentions and portrayal of manipulative parents, explicit language, petnames, “stop the wedding” shenanigans, mentions of Satan, mentions and potrayals of physical and verbal assault, eloping, allusions to virginity loss and sex, mention of praise kink, tension between rival families, pregnancy ((let me know I missed anything else))

⤑ vero’s words: reposting bc tvmblr being a bit rood for not showing up on the tags 💀 also did some minor edits and added extra parts i forgot from my final draft huhuhu but omg yeah thank you for all the love for the first part!!! i didn’t expect it to blow up my phone notifs soooo i hope this second part (unsure if it’s the last one who knows right) makes up the sudden cliffhanger HAHAHAHA happy reading!!! 💗

⤑ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. i don’t own the people/characters written, but the plot is mine. translations or copying my work is not allowed.

⤑ masterlist

⤑ leave me some feedback or hellos!

SIX HOURS BEFORE THE WEDDING.

They say a wedding is every little girl’s dream. Whether it was the white gown or having a gorgeous partner at the end of the aisle whom they truly love, it’s like magic unfolding by the eyes of their esteemed guests.

Keep reading

two nights, one you

✩‌ jaemin ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ fuckboy!jaemin | strangers (who f*ck) to (brief) enemies to lovers | ‌10.9k 

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ a last-minute one night stand gone awry is extended into two nights when you’re snowed in at the cute (but rude) stranger’s apartment on christmas eve. [loosely based on the movie, two night stand] // part of the x-mas in ncity collection  GENRES ⇾ crack | smut | fluff  WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌lots of bickering and dialogue, smut, oral s*x (f and m receiving), fingering, mentions of alcohol/drinking, swearing, bit of angst before the end, jaemin’s an asshole… or is he? RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen​ 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ it’s late (and long fsldkm), srysry but here it is! i hope the humour comes out in this and look away if falls flat zzz fingers crossed that i can finish the last two installments for this collection asap! 

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Maybe it’s because it’s the evening of Christmas Eve Eve and you’re feeling more lonely than usual.

Maybe it’s due to the two glasses of wine you guzzled down in the span of fifteen minutes that get you buzzed.

Maybe it’s your prominent six-month dry spell and you’re in desperate need for some much needed rain in your drought.    

Or maybe it’s just pure impulsiveness.

Regardless of the reasons, you’re aiming to get laid tonight.  

Keep reading

SYNOPSIS: You didn't asked for more. You received all that he can give you, except for his heart.

pairing: husband!na jaemin x fem!reader

words: 4.5k

content: arranged marriage au, time skip, slight angst & smut

warnings: jaemin loves fucking y/n from behind :))

taglist: @frickyratz @lmkhandholder @donutswithjaminthemiddle @ashkuuuu @roohnyk @joepomonerof @nanadoux @her33n @oohyansi @jjaeyoonoh @jhoennysuhck @baehaechannie @sunshinedhyuck

author's note: i didn't expect that the preview would spark interest in some of you. i tried, really. any kinds of feedback is appreciated! ♡

"Daddy!" Your daughter, Min Jae shouts as she saw her father entering the house with paper bags in his hand, the other with his assistants.

"How's my baby?" Jaemin asks as he opens puts down the bags on the floor and carries her in his arms.

"Perfectly fine!" She responds earning a bright smile from your husband, but the smile quickly disappeared with her next words, "But mommy got hurt today. My teacher poured the hot coffee on her dress!"

Sooooo... WHAT AM I GONNA THINK ABOUT THIS INFO

MODEL JAEMIN vs. PHOTOGRAPHER JAEMIN

home — mark lee

home has always been a place to mark lee.

vancouver with its unpredictable rainfalls and the crowded neighbouring suburban cities that surrounded it. distant memories of the bustling streets of new york and lights that illuminated the city that never slept. seoul, the capital of his parents’ homeland and mark lee’s home ever since he traded his childhood for a life in practice rooms and recording studios. thirteen years old and navigating a foreign country with korean as his second language (he could never understand it in the same way he did with english, even after a decade had passed by in a blink of an eye).

mark is someone who stays true to himself. it’s one of the things the industry has let him keep from the person he had been before he stepped inside the building of s.m entertainment when he was thirteen, one of the many reasons he’s so adored and looked up to by his fans and other idols. even after nct rose to fame and became international icons– after he’s earned the titles pro-debuter, s.m’s all-rounder and the golden boy of nct he never lets himself forget where he began. the doe-eyed boy from the past who saw the sky in the old practice rooms more often than he did with the real one, reaching for the stars from where he stood on solid ground.

he doesn’t forget where he came from either. mark doesn’t think he ever will, or if he could ever forgive himself he did.

sometimes, he closes his eyes and imagines he’s in vancouver again; the slippery roads and constant rain showers and unpredictable snowfalls, the route to the koreatown located in the west side along robson street that’s mapped into the deep crooks of his memory. it’s something the years of living in seoul and practically sleeping in the practice rooms throughout his childhood has never been able to take away from him. he holds onto it like a vice, clutching it close to his heart and guarding it in his calloused hands.

mark doesn’t let go easily.

his home, his dreams, his ambition. they’re all things that mark keeps preciously, sometimes allowing the fans whom he adores so much to catch a glimpse. without a filter, he tells people of how much he misses vancouver, how he wants to be selfish and aspire for more than he has already achieved. he wants his name to go down in history. he wants the lyrics he writes and the stories hidden in the margins to be found centuries later and be called poetry, art. he wants to be recognised as a superstar, to make such an impact that he ingrains himself in the hearts and souls of those who listen to his music. he wants to do all of that, to achieve all his dreams, before he goes home to canada and lives out the rest of his life in peace.

and it all comes down to this fact: when the confetti settles and the lights die down in the empty stadium, mark lee will always find his way home.

to vancouver, in his childhood home in the suburbs where he eats together with his parents and his older brother at the dinner table. to seoul, where he bumps shoulders with his members as he helps himself to another serving of rice while laughing at haechan. to the practice rooms and recording studios of s.m entertainment, where he dedicates his life to his songs and music and hopes that the stories hidden in between the lines of the music sheets will be enough to reach the hearts of those who listen to him.

home is you. the warm bed he comes back to when he finally allows himself to leave the stifling comfort of the company building, a hot cup of tea in the kitchen counter and his pajamas already set on the foot of your shared bed. your two arms wrapped around his torso, your body warm against his own and allowing him to curl into your side like the rest of the world could disappear if he hides in your embrace long enough. it’s the words that you whisper when you think he’s asleep, lulling the frantic beat of his heart into a similar erratic melody singing his love for you rather than the anxiety that threatens to pull him under every day. home is you, mark’s lighthouse in the middle of a hurricane.

and mark feels a little ridiculous for realising that home was never just a place until he met you, but when he sees himself spending the rest of his life by your side, he finds that it doesn’t matter as long as he always has you to come home too.

and he’ll never let go.

stars in his eyes  ﹒  ml

when people hear the name mark lee, it’s almost as if a light bulb turns on in their head, the cogs of their brains rotating and immediately recognizing the infamous name. his heart was as big as his smile, although he was a little shy towards acquaintances, he has always been kind hearted and thoughtful towards everyone.

seeing mark lee was like an unspoken routine for people of your university; always late to his classes, people would see him running across campus, textbooks nearly falling out of his bag as he waved to friends he passed by. him being a music major, it wasn’t odd to see him sitting at a table on campus, headphones in his ears as he bounced his head to a song he was working on.

in all honesty, you had no connections to mark lee, or so you thought. he was just a name you knew, a face that you could point out in the crowd due to seeing the young man stumble throughout the uni halls. 

“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” a voice says to you as you make harsh contact with them, knocking you down to the ground. you let out a huff of frustration, the stranger holding out his hand for you to take.

you look up, eyes meeting a pair of chocolate brown ones that belong to mark lee. your mouth was slightly parted, staring up at the young man. you reach out to grab ahold of his hand, him pulling you up gently. you dust off your knees, the boy clearing his throat.

“again, sorry,” mark mutters out, picking up the items that had fallen out of your bag when you had dropped to the ground. 

“it’s fine,” you assure him, swallowing the built up saliva in your mouth. the boy looks back to you, squinting his eyes, before they widen again and his mouth forms into an ‘O’ shape.

“i know you,” he states. you lift a brow, adjusting the strap of your tote bag on your shoulder.

“do you?” you reply casually.

“yeah, um, you’re y/n, right? i’m not sure if you remember but we met in high school? senior year?”

dream 00' line + mark's reaction to you presenting them flowers !

genre. fluff ! pairings. dream, 00!line + mark × gn! reader ! tw. none that i can remember ! a/n. i loved writing this lol !

MARK. He thought that you got flowers to present to a friend or relative. But, you gave it to him and said that they were for him. Surprised & flustered af. “Wait, really?” “Yes, honey. They’re for you.” can’t control his giggles. Very touched by your thought. He kept it safe in a vase. Gets sad after they start wilting. But you presented him another, so it’s all good. Little did you know that he preserved all the flowers you gave him, pressed in a book, which he opens whenever he misses you.   

RENJUN. It wasn’t a bouquet or something. Just a small wildflower, you found while on a picnic with him. Was ready to fight, thinking you were gonna tickle him, but was met with you, tucking it behind his ear. “You look so pretty,” you complimented him, making him even more shy. He hums and looks away from you, trying to fight the smile that made its way onto his face. Replays the memory throughout the whole day. It was just a small gesture but, it made him fall more for you. 

JENO. Didn’t expect it at all. The happiest in this world when you presented it to him, saying that they reminded you of him. Gives you a big hug and thanks you. “You’re the best partner in this world. I love you,” “Jeno, they’re just flowers. Nothing big.” Gets offended. Protects it with all his strength. Takes a lot of photos with them. Gets really sad when they start wilting. Gives it a proper burial. Who knew that Jeno could get so sentimental over flowers?

MARK - The 1st Mini Album 〖CITY LOVER〗

Keep reading

SM, you see this? Ngl this got me thinking if this is real or not. 😍

Happy 23rd Birthday Mark Lee

happy birthday mark lee! 

mark lee in music videos through the years ↳ happy birthday to the hard-working, multitalented mark lee! 💕

a series of white lies

❝ he calls me ‘dude.’ i can’t date a guy whose term of endearment for me is the same one he uses for johnny suh. ❞

PAIRING ▸ mark lee x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, crack, high school au, best friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, underage drinking, honestly just a lot of fluff, johnny has a twin sister in this, mark drives with one hand on the steering wheel and i thought this deserved a separate warning, me fulfilling my mark lee gamer bf needs, fluffy kiss scenes, and mutual pining (but they think it’s unrequited love) ofc !!

SUMMARY ▸ in which it takes you six years to accept that you’re in love with mark lee. (it takes him one.)

PLAYLIST ▸ crush by lucian, tiffany day • falling for u by mxmtoon, peachy! • rising, rising - bassnectar remix by crywolf, bassnectar

WORD COUNT ▸ 10,514 words

YOU WERE ELEVEN YEARS OLD WHEN YOU FIRST ACKNOWLEDGED MARK LEE’S EXISTENCE.

He was Johnny Suh’s best friend—stuck at the hip since they were preschoolers. You had seen him around the house when you went to play with Johnny’s twin sister, Jia, but you never paid him any attention. At the age of eleven, you and Jia could care less about boys; you just wanted to see who could braid each other’s hair the fastest and see if you could fit into her mom’s evening gowns without her noticing. (Spoiler: you couldn’t.)

Since you lived down the street, all you had to do was walk a few minutes to get to Jia’s house. Mark, on the other hand, always rode his bike. Your mother didn’t allow you to go over on weekdays, so you practically lived at Jia’s house on the weekends. Now, though, it was summer vacation, so you could do whatever you liked. Like it was any other Saturday morning, you walked over to Jia’s in the summer heat.

Today, however, no one answered the door.

Keep reading