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Zero

The first time you meet Mingyu, he empties a plate of caramel banana sponge cake into your lap.

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✧✎ synopsis: the time has come for prince seokmin to meet his arranged marriage, which forces you to confront a strange predicament: if you truly hate the prince, then why does the thought of him being with someone else hurt this badly?

✧✎ a/n: yeah… i’ve wanted to write some prince!lsm since his excalibur pictures. evidently, i am very late! i hope u enjoy nonetheless :-)

Hiking up the long, heavy layers of your dress, pale and coloured like lilacs, you retrieved a small carving knife that had been clandestinely strapped against your outer thigh. Buried a few feet away from you in the grass was a smooth, palm-sized piece of beech wood, which you quickly picked up before walking back to the bench. You sat down horizontally, stretching out your legs and taking up as much space as possible whilst you started carving down the edges of the beech wood, flicking away the occasional shavings.

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the great war

historical! au | enemies to lovers! au | smut, fluff | 41k words

s u m m a r y : there was only one thing you hated more than your restricted life, and that was choi seungcheol—the greatest venetian general who has ever lived. when a marriage is arranged between the two of you, you were sure it would end in bloodshed. however, as you and seungcheol are forced to attend balls and share a few hard truths, you realise you have more in common with the mysterious general than you thought.

c o n t e n t : military commander! seungcheol, noblewoman! artist! mc, artist! minghao, artist! soonyoung who are both annoying (affectionate), cheol and mc absolutely hate each other because i need to see proper e2l, cheol has a scar on his lip (yes this needs a separate warning), this is set in renaissance venice so there will be many artist references, the doge = basically ruler of venice, themes of sexism, constant arguing between mc and cheol, there is fluff, also angst mature warnings -> tons of sexual tension, making out fuelled by hatred, cheol calls you carrissima (which personally i find very hot) fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (only because medieval contraception is horrendous), petnames cheol says some vile things during the deed, slight corruption kink

p l a y l i s t : dangerous woman by ariana grande || war of the hearts by sade || love is stronger than pride by sade || i don’t understand but i luv u by seventeen

t a g l i s t : at the bottom of the fic!

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : hi hello thank you everyone for waiting for this monster fic!! thank you alice and addy for being the reason i finished this fic, thank you chia for creating a beautiful picture of general! cheol, and greatest thanks to choi seungcheol the man you are </3 i hope you all enjoy this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it <33

WHEN THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC DEFEATED THE OTTOMANS ONCE AND FOR ALL, EVERY CITIZEN—BE IT PEASANT OR THE RICHEST ARISTOCRAT—KNEW WHO WAS BEHIND THAT VICTORY.

His name sparked life into the deathly, cramped streets. Whispers and cheers carried along the murky lakes, the rushed streams underneath the city, lapping up to the cobblestoned shore—entering the ears of marketeers, patricians, nuns, prostitutes, everyone. Wherever one went, the commander’s name rang like the dozen church bells, scattered throughout the lake-locked lands.

The buzz in the air was more frantic this afternoon, though, because the victors’ party was finally returning to the state.

Finally returning home.

You, despite your family’s excitement, despite your connections to the man behind the success of it all, could not have cared less.

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WORDS. THIS IS A LITERAL MASTERPIECE.

Self-Care Day with Mark

“Waittt why am I actually so excited for today?” Mark says smiling at you. 

“It’s so cute that you’re excited, but I feel kinda bad.” You say. 

“Why?” Mark replies confused.

“It’s the first day off you’ve had in a while and I feel like you could be spending your time off in a more fun way.” 

“First off, spending time with the most beautiful girl in the world is always what I would rather be doing, no matter what we do. And I didn’t want to disturb your self care day because I know how much days like this mean to you, I mean you literally have it written down in your planner.”

“Okay if you’re sure.” You say while laughing because Mark grabbed you and kissed you on your temple. 

“What do we do first?” 

“We have to get into comfy clothes and then we will do face masks! These are my favorite they’re so good!” You say, showing them to Mark.

Mark was already in his sweats so while you changed into your favorite pajamas he looked for something to hold his hair back. Mark grabbed one of your headbands that have animal ears on them, making him look like a panda. When you came back into the bathroom he hands you the bunny headband but then changed his mind because he thinks you look cuter with the bear ears headband. 

“Cutee!” Mark says watching you put the headband on.

You two put on the face masks and then go into your room after setting the timer. 

“What do you usually do while you wait for the timer to go off?” 

“I usually write in my gratitude journal.” You say grabbing it off your desk. 

“Ohh what’s that?”

“So basically you write down a few things that you are grateful for, just to remind you that there are always good things in life even when things get hard.” You explain.

“Ohh I really like that. What are you writing down?” Mark asks.

“Umm I’m definitely grateful that I am able to have the time to have a self care day, because I’ve been really busy lately. I’m also grateful for the amazing people in my life.” You say writing everything down.

“Can I write some stuff down too?”

“Yeah!” You say handing Mark your notebook.

“I’m grateful for having a day off, I love working but having time to relax is really important. I’m grateful that I get to spend the day with my amazinggg girlfriend. And I’m grateful that this timer is about to go off because I can’t move my face anymore, is that supposed to happen?”

“Don’t make me laugh! It hurts. And yes that’s normal.” You say while trying to keep a straight face. 

You two go to wash the face mask off and then do the rest of your skin care together. 

“Okay! I always try to bake something on my self care days. I have the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies, brownies, and banana bread. Which one sounds the best to you?” You ask as you two walk to the kitchen.

“The brownies for sure” Mark says nodding his head.

 “I’ll get our aprons!” He says walking towards them. 

“Oh its really not that mess-” You say, stopping mid sentence because Mark was already putting the apron on you. 

“Thank you Mark.”

You grab all the ingredients that you need and the two of you start making the brownies. It was actually a good thing that Mark made you two put the aprons on because the second you turned away to grab the eggs, he managed to spill flour all over him self.

Once the brownies were in the oven it was time to watch a movie.

“You know what I have been really wanting to rewatch?” You say to Mark.

“Hm?”

“One of the spider man movies or are you sick of watching them?”

“Never!” He say, faking being offended that you would even ask such a question. 

You two take the aprons off and settle down on the couch grabbing your favorite blanket. You get almost an hour into the movie when the oven beeps telling you that the brownies were done. You two both get up to go into the kitchen and Marks grabs a knife to test if the brownies are actually done. When the knife comes out clean he grabs the oven mitts and takes the brownies out. 

“These smell amazing y/n” Mark says wanting to take a piece right away. 

“Mark! let it cool, remember when you burned yourself when we made cookies?”

“But it smells so good y/n!” 

You grab Marks hand to lead him back onto the couch to continue watching the movie. When a good amount of time passes, you get up to cut two pieces. Mark takes the plate while you sit down and then you both try the brownies. 

“Y/n pause the movie.” Mark says very seriously.

“Okay.” You say as you hit pause.

“These are the best brownies I have ever had in my entire life.” 

“Mark! I thought you were going to say that you hated them or something. But yeah they’re pretty good.”

“No y/n. These aren’t pretty good. These are award winning.”

“I’m glad you like them.” You say laughing. 

Mark always praises you for the smallest things. It seems like he’s being a little over dramatic, but he is completely sincere. He just loves everything you do. You two finish the brownies and by the end of the movie you are falling asleep. Mark notices and pulls the blanket over you while he cuddles in closer to you. 

synopsis : yours and seungcheol's friends try to pick up the pieces and glue them back together pairing : rapper!seungcheol x gn!, actor!reader genre/s : mini smau, angst, fluff, some humor mixed in featuring ! jeonghan, joshua, jun, minghao

part one : memory lane | part two : hopelessly devoted | part three : beginning, middle, the end

hello ! it's so heartwarming to see the reception to the first part of this very mini series, despite the angst angsting quite a bit. thank you so much for reading, i'd love to know what you think ! hope you're all doing well and taking care :> hehe

“what if we’re not meant for each other?”, you asked mark.

“well,” mark swept away the tiny strands of hair falling on your face. “it’s okay. at least i get to know you. you’re wonderful, baby.”

you reached for his hand and rested his palm on your cheek. mark smiled at the gesture. he was sitting in front of you at this table at your favorite local coffee shop. he ordered matcha. you, on the other hand, ordered americano.

closing your eyes, you leaned more into the touch. mark chuckled. he thought you felt like a cat looking desperately for warmth and affection—and he is more than willing to give you anything, even the world.

“what if—oh, wait.” you opened your eyes and saw him, with his head tilting to the side, curious about what you are about to say. “then why waste time… all of this… if i’m not the one for you?”

“time is never wasted when i’m with you, baby.”

“so…” you see mark. his face, amused. you can see the crinkle of his eyes lit up. these are just one of those moments where you theorize the present and future. and sure, mark loved that about you—always so curious, always so full of wonders—and he is more than willing to get the answers to you, even if he has to go to the ends of the world.

“no regrets?”

“not even a single bit, love.”

“how are you so sure?”

“because i’m already sure that it’s going to be you.” he reached for your hand this time and kissed it.

“out of all the what ifs you asked, this was… ah, really!” he shook his head while laughing. “this was challenging.”

mark squeezed your hand. it almost felt reassuring that it will never happen. “i already told the stars about you, baby. you’re the one for me.”

“yeah.” you bit your lip and let out a faint smile. “i know you did."

mark smiled, and got up from his seat, and said, “enough of this already, hmm?”

you nodded.

“words, baby.”

“okay, mark.”

“want some strawberry donuts? heard they're great!”

“would love to.”

“be right back.”

mark walked toward the counter to order but halted in his tracks. he turned around and returned to your table.

you looked up at him and waited for what he was about to do.

“forgot something…?”

“you’re more than wonderful.” mark said, his hands fidgeting until he inserted them in his jacket’s both pockets. “in fact, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, baby. nobody, no one, could ever compare. just… i just want you to know that.”

a few seconds later, he walked back to the counter to order. you watched him talking to the cashier. after getting the order done, he turned around, facing your direction to see if you are doing okay. and you smiled reassuring that you are. almost teary-eyed—so overwhelmed with the feeling of being loved and being in love. and with all the timelines and universes you will pass through, you will always look for him, even if it has to be away from him, just to see him from afar would be alright.

but it never slipped your mind there would be one universe that will no longer trace you back to mark.

you stared at your half-zipped shoulder bag sitting beside you—a plane ticket staring right at you, waiting for you to make a choice.

and fuck, you’d hate to be the one breaking mark's heart.

and you just wish he knew early, that you wish his the one was the name he told his stars about instead.

Nct Dream when you call them by their first name

ik this is an old trend but I saw something about it recently and felt ✨inspired✨

NCT Dream Text Reaction:

Member exposing their crush on you

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[19:02 PM] Intangible - boyfriend!Jeno, fluff, domestic, 0.4k

It wasn’t that you’d tried to sneak a glance at Jeno as he got out of the shower, hair still dripping as the towel hung low on his waist, toned physique out in the open; he was just everything but unnoticeable. 

With a raised eyebrow, he stands in the doorway of the ensuite, directly across from where you sat on the bed, still in a vain attempt at acting engrossed in your book. 

“Something caught your eye?” He asks, using another towel to dry his hair with rough hands. 

“Mh–” Your voice cracks, startled as you flip the page you weren’t even sure you’d read. 

“You were staring at that page for way too long,” Jeno laughs, enjoying how your gaze darts across the room, trying to find respite anywhere and everywhere other than him. 

“Oh, uh, no?” You fumble, hands scrambling to flip the book pages in an attempt to distract yourself. 

“I’m your boyfriend –– you’re allowed to look at me naked.” He laughs with a smile that beautifully encapsulates home, allowing dreamy love to paint shades of pink across your face. 

“I know…” you shyly look down at his exposed torso, sighing slightly as his arms flex as he throws the towel he’d been using to dry his hair. “I just don’t want you to feel… objectified, you know?” 

Jeno laughs, expressing himself with his whole body, leaning forward and shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Objectified?” He finally controls himself enough to meet your stern gaze, and he has to bite back a smile at how serious you look. “I want you to want me, y/n. I’m literally your boyfriend,” he grins at you, beaming like the sun laying it’s warm, comforting rays throughout the room. 

“Shut up and come here,” you whine, book long since forgotten, arms held outstretched for your boyfriend’s warm body to come and rest on you. He obliges, coming over to rest half on you, half off, still 

He’s heavy, but the way he’s pressed so close to your chest, arms on either side of your body while yours are circling his back, you don’t care. You feel his heartbeat through his chest, a steady rhythm keeping time for the moment as precious as a love song. In time with the beating, you slowly sketch onto his back with your nails, one half of a cartoon heart for each pulse of his actual heart. 

It’s an intangible moment, peaceful and lazy, like the gently swaying tree tops rarely seen. 

Jeno lets out a contented huff akin to a purr and pushes his head further into the crook of your neck. 

“Nice?” You ask, continuing to scratch up and down his slightly damp back. 

“Everything with you is nice.” 

Pairing: literature major!Mark x science major fem!reader Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, college au Rating: PG Warnings: mentions of academics, language, a little crying, two kisses Word Count: 2,119 Note: for @moonctzeny​ Merry Christmas, my dear!! I hope you’re having an absolutely phenomenal day <3 thanks to @kthpurplesyou and @daeeun-toikiii for proof/beta reading (I’ll cite all the poems used in this story at the very end) 

I know we‘re only friends, but as we grew closer and I got to see all the small things there is to love about you, I could feel myself falling for you. I love the way you smile when you see me, and I love the way you crinkle your nose when you laugh. I love the way your eyes sparkle, and I love the little thoughts you let me in on, as the night turns to dawn. - BGT

Confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters - mark lee imagine

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Haven't written a story this long in such a long time, i should give myself a pat on the back🥺😅also i really really like how this turned out, i hope you do too!

Song inspo : paris - taylor swift

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fluff ☁︎ no warnings! ༊*·˚

pairings: bestfriend!haechan x gn!reader

gamer!hyuck ⌫ drabble

{11:37pm} ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆

you watch your bestfriend!haechan in admiration as he devotes all his attention to the screen in front of him, flashing lights onto his face, making his eyes beam. slightly behind him so he wouldn’t notice you staring, you prop your head up by holding your cheek against your palm, leaning against the coffee table that stayed level to your shoulder, as the two of you were sitting on the floor. you thought he looked cute with one ear uncovered by his headphones. why did he look so cute? you weren’t completely unaware of your feelings. you knew you liked haechan…you just couldn’t admit it. you loved the nights you stayed at his house for a little while after you worked on projects together before your parents came to pick you up. gaze still fixed towards the screen, haechan breaks the silence.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

“when are you gonna stop staring at me?”

being caught off-guard, you swallow.

“oh…well i”

“keep doing it.”

your eyebrows raise and your lips form a slight pout.

haechan realized what he just said.

“i mean keep looking at me like a creep you weirdo, I dare you.” he scoffs in attempt to recover himself.

you lowered your head a little in embarrassment, rubbing the nape of your neck harshly. conveniently, the room was dark, but you were a blushing mess. it went quiet again, only slightly hearing muffled fighting sound effects through haechan’s headphones that the volume was way too high on, and the click-clack of haechan spamming all the buttons on his controller. now you and haechan were leaning against the coffee table, side by side. all the bright lights really tired your eyes out, so you shut them, resting your head onto your knees. now you were rolled into a ball. haechan made fun of you then instead he moved your head onto his shoulder. you can feel haechan’s rapid pulse. He awkwardly clears his throat. “psh. see, now you don’t look ridiculous.. ahh y/n, what am i gonna do with you… better yet, what would you do without me?” he irritably shakes his head as he prides himself playfully.

“i don’t know.” you muttered.

“you don’t know what?”

“i don’t know what i would do without you hyuck.”

haechan flicks your forehead but you were too tired to react.

“i think im in love with you haechan.” you mumbled half asleep into haechan’s shoulder.

haechan’s heart was pounding.

“get off! you’re drooling on my favorite shirt!”

you were shaken off haechan’s shoulder, and now you two were staring at each other. haechan staring more thoughtfully, while you just kind of sat there obliviously. you had no idea what was happening, all you knew was that you were with haechan, and you really, really liked him. your lips curled into a smile and once again you confessed. “i really like you haechan.” you giggled. but that’s what brought you to your senses. you realized what just happened and haechan noticed the panic starting to set in. but before you could even think straight, haechan leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead, the same place he flicked you a second ago, ironically enough. he followed that by saying “well that’s too bad… because i don’t like you at all.” you knew he was teasing you, so you attempted to scowl through your forming smile and red cheeks, and when you tried to stand up, haechan pulled you back to him. he pinched your cheek. “…cute.” but then the moment was ruined. “geez what happened to your face? you look like a tomato with a severe skin condition, you’re so red.” haechan teased. “you are too.” you talked back, and pushed haechan over. you broke into a fit of laughter, while haechan tried so hard to keep a smile from forming on his face. it all made a little too much sense. you’ve known haechan all throughout your childhood but recently you’ve laughed a little harder at his jokes, you’ve noticed you twirl your hair and twiddle your thumbs around him. it’s actually really weird, so you wish it didn’t feel as right as it did, but you just can’t help it. you cant help but love lee donghyuck.

thx for reading! xoxo mwah (〃ω〃)

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You weren’t quite sure the exact moment your years of not quite silent dislike for Donghyuck began, all you know is that it’s been lingering in the air for what seems like forever now. It didn’t help that you shared a friend group, meaning you had little to no chance of avoiding him.

You tried to like the boy, you really did. There was just something about how cocky he was, that stupid smirk he was always wearing, the color of his dumb eyes, and the way his voice sounded like a melody everytime he spoke that made you annoyed by his presence.

[ 23:58pm ] — i love you. remember that.

you and haechan were polar opposites. he was sociable, outgoing, popular, and charmed every person he crosses paths with. he was very ambitious and hardworking and was probably voted most likely to succeed in high school. you, on the other hand, preferred to keep to yourself most of the time, essentially satisfied with mediocrity, and an overall one’s usual plain jane.

you never understood why he liked you in the first place.

the insecurities in your relationship with haechan rarely clog your mind, but when they do, they hit you like a truck. you tended to distance yourself from your boyfriend, wallowing in your own self-pity until he maybe notices and coaxes you out of it.

you wonder how long until his patience with your negativity runs out and leaves you for someone else. someone better.

“you ok?” haechan’s voice snaps you out of your downward spiral. you blinked a few times out of shock, then responded curtly. “yeah, i’m alright.”

haechan narrowed his eyes at you, obviously not believing a word you’re saying. “penny for your thoughts?”

“it’s nothing, hyuck. go back to playing.”

you used his real name. haechan let out a quiet sigh, took off his headphones and squeezed himself next to you on the bed. you swore you could hear jaemin and jeno yelling at him through his headphones for being afk, but before you could point it out, haechan already has you locked in, his arms snaking around your waist and his legs tangled above yours.

“have i ever told you that you’re pretty?” he whispered.

“sometimes.” you hummed.

“maybe i should be saying it more.” he quietly chuckled.

“you don’t have to.”

haechan scooted almost impossibly closer to you, his breath fanning your neck, the distance between your bodies disappearing.

“have i ever told you that i love you?”

you pause for a moment, guilt creeping into your system. “always.” your boyfriend was one who never shyed away from expressing his feelings. he made sure you felt loved, you hear that you’re loved. his one question was a message to you – ‘i love you, yet why do you feel that way?’ why do you feel so insecure in your relationship when he has never failed to appreciate you? to love you?

“i love the way your forehead scrunches up when you focus.” he started, his fingers softly touching and gliding over your bare arms.

“i love the way you get excited when i come home with cheesecake.” he lightly laughed at the thought as his hands travelled up to your face, cupping your cheeks and making you face him. “i love the way you’re so goddamn bad at valorant, yet you play with me when i ask you to.”

“i think about you all the time. your smile, your hands, your face, your laugh. i think about you before i sleep, the moment i wake up, everytime i eat. it’s you that i see. you’re running through my mind all day it’s . . “ he let out a somewhat exasperated sigh. “you’re the only person who makes me this insane, y/n. really.”

“i love you, y/n. you and only you, just the way you are. forever and always.” his voice was much quieter now and his grip around your waist tightened.

“i’m sorry.” was all you could croak out

“it’s okay. i love you. remember that.”

the two of you were silent for a moment. the guilt in your system slowly subsided into feelings of gratefulness – you were thankful he noticed something’s wrong with you quickly, and you were also thankful he knew how to snap yourself out of it.

“wanna watch a movie?” you suggested.

“i’d like that.” he giggled. he slowly snaked himself away from you to get the tv remote, but his movement halted when you called out his name.

“donghyuck?”

his real name. again. he turned back to face you once more.

“i love you, too. forever and always.”

he grinned, moved closer to you and gave you a light peck on the lips.

“i know.”

a/n: i have returned. haechan making me feel things lately god im so in love w him it’s insanejfksmd.

haechan x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack & slightly suggestive

warnings: none

Haechan thinks you've been spending far too much time on your phone lately. Having made him 5 different playlists and telling him "this reminds me of you!" when they're songs he'd never listen to but he did give them a listen. Only for you though. Thats not where it ends though.

"Hyuck!" You called from the other room.

"Yeah?"

"Go look at my insta story" He sighed playfully before opening up Instagram and clicking on your story. The first few stories were posts that you reposted and then he landed on the one you intended for him to see. It was a picture of the both of you from yesterday. Lips locked in your first winter kiss of the year. Both of your cheeks rosy as you squished his cheeks with your glove clad hands. The picture was posted with the song Melting by Kali Uchis.

"You got some soft lips and some pearly whites I wanna touch them in the dead of night Your smile ignites just like a candlelight"

Haechan took a quick screenshot of the photo before walking into your bedroom where you sat with a sheepish grin on your face.

"Did you like it?" He scoffed playfully before pulling you in for a kiss.

He was sure he was in love with you.

"Oh hey, by the way, do you know what the first verse of that song says?" You gave him a look to show your confusion but shook your head either way.

"When you're around. my insides turn inverted" You still didn't get where he was getting at even after he sang the lyric with his angelic voice which has sang you to sleep on multiple occasions.

"Let's rearrange your insides" He smirked.

Your smile dropped. "Lee Donghyuck!" he shrieked and ran away from you when he saw you pick up a pillow and get ready to attack him with it.

"I'M SORRY!"