Let’s Play Pretend.

Get Hitched | Lee Donghyuk (Haechan)

Pairing: Lee Donghyuk (Haechan) x Reader

Summary: You ask your ex Haechan to help you buy a wedding cake. It won’t be awkward… right?

Genre: Ex-fiancee!Haechan, Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Gif: @baekonbaek​

It was 6pm, and you and Haechan were the last ones left in the high school staff room.

“Hey, Haechan?” You slung on your sidebag. 

“Y/n?” Your fellow English teacher and closest friend flashed you a dazzling smile. His long, chocolate lashes brushed against his circle glasses.

 Your throat went tight. After everything you’d done to him, Haechan still had a smile for you.  

“So, imagine that you were in charge of choosing your friend’s wedding cake. Only… you knew nothing about baking.” You put on your cutest puppy-eyes. 

Haechan’s smirked. “This is all hypothetical, of course.”

“Right! Hypothetically… the wedding was in three days, and all these words were being thrown around like ‘ganache’ and ‘marzipan’ and you were kinda freaking out! And… I hope you know this is not hypothetical by now!” 

You had to steady yourself on a locker. 

Haechan crossed his arms, pouting. “First, breathe – you’re not breathing,” he ordered.

You reminded yourself to suck in air.

“Then, hypothetically, I would be happy to come and pick a cake for you,” Haechan allowed.  

“Yes!” Unthinkingly, you jumped up, and hugged Haechan tight. His body was solid and comforting under your grasp. You realised you were inhaling the scent of his woollen jumper – and quickly flinched back. 

“Sorry, – uh – I wasn’t thinking,” you apologised, eyes looking anywhere but at him. 

Haechan placed his hands firmly on your arms, and looked you in the eye. “Y/n, it’s fine. You don’t have to protect me. I’m over it.” His caramel voice was steady, but you felt his fingers trembling. 

Your eyes were wide. “Yes, me too. What happened between us is like, ancient history.”

But then, your eyes flickered over to the place in the hallway that had haunted you for three months. Just there, in front of your English classroom, you broke a heart. 

That was where Haechan had proposed. 

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kaomojis !!

ᐢ..ᐢ ૮ ・ﻌ・ა  ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა  ૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა  ૮ ・ﻌ・ა

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა     ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა  ૮₍´｡• ᵕ •｡`₎ა   ₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭♡

₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎   ꒰ ˵ • ˵ • ˵ ꒱   (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)     ᘏ▸◂ᘏ    

૮ / / / ก ა  ᐢ⸼⸼ᐢ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა    •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅   ૮₍｡´• ˕ •`｡₎ა

  ˃ᆺ ˂    ꒰ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ꒱      ૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ   ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა 

૮₍꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂ ₎ა    ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ₎ა  ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა  

꒰ ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ ꒱     ૮ – ﻌ–ა ૮₍ ˵ • ꤮ ก ˵ ₎︎ა  

૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა     ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა     (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)  •᷄ࡇ•᷅ 

'ㅅ'   ᵔᴗᵔ  ᴖ.ᴖ  ˃ᴗ˂   ᵔદᵔ     ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა⠀૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

૮ • ﻌ - ა  ૮・ﻌ・ა  ૮ • ᴥ • ა   ૮₍´ ˶ ｪ ˵ '₎ა 

૮₍ ⑅ ᐢ..ᐢ   ₎ა   ₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭♡    ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

(⃔っ •̤ ༝ •̤ c)⃕ ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ '⸝⸝ ₎ა    •᷄ɞ•᷅  •́ ₃ •̀  •᷄ࡇ•᷅   ᴖ ᴈ ᴖ

  ˃̵ᴗ˂̵  ᵔᴗᵔ  ･᷄-･᷅  ˶ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ     (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)  (ᯅ̈ )  (  ･᷄-･᷅ ) 

(๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)  (◍´ᯅ `◍)     ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა    ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა

  (｀_´)ゞ   ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)      ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉ    (´-ㅅก`)    (੭˃̵ᴗ˂̵)੭

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˗ˏˋ〘 4:13 PM 〙´ˎ˗

neither of you and bestfriend!haechan know how you got into this situation. it was all just a simple movie night. you were just quietly watching the characters share their first kiss with each other after an hour of drama and chaos.

and now you’re here, pinned down on the bed by none other than donghyuck, your best friend of almost ten years. his face was just inches from yours, gaze burning into your eyes and it made your heart pound like crazy. you inhaled sharply, just one move and your lips could meet any second.

“h-hyuck, what-?” you mentally punched yourself in the face for stuttering. your voice made him snap out of his trance. you were just so beautiful under him that it distracted him, making him forget what he’s doing to you in the first place.

he gives you a soft grin, hand gradually caressing your cheek as his eyes never left yours while his other hand is placed on your waist.

“you see that?” he points at the paused screen where the two characters just kissed. “i want that to be us.”

shock evidently crossed your face and hyuck couldn’t help but laugh at your reaction. despite the fear of being rejected and possibly ruining your friendship, he still managed to show that he’s confident with what he’s doing.

you didn’t say a word and hyuck would be lying if he said your silent state didn’t make him anxious. but it soon faded away when he felt your lips pressed against his but it felt empty once again when you pulled away.

you were screaming inside. you did not just do that. but you couldn’t help it. you were waiting for this to happen and you couldn’t miss the opportunity. you acted without thinking what it could do to the both of you, to your friendship.

it lasted for less than two seconds. in other words, it was just a peck. but he was able to feel how soft your lips were and it was driving him crazy. at this point, he was craving for it.

he crashes his lips onto yours, feeling your soft lips once again. the kiss was rough yet so incredibly gentle at the same time. you don’t know how he does it but you weren’t complaining any longer.

your arms wrap around his neck, loving the warmth. it made you feel at home. it made you feel loved. it made you feel as if you were in the arms of the right person.

seconds later, he pulls away. you whine, already missing his touch and he chuckles.

“i didn’t know you like me this much.”

“shut up and just kiss me, you asshole.”

© oursunhyuck

PINK P💔WER — ピンクは最高の色です;;

Hii I am new here and I don't know if I am doing this right but jaemin/doyoung enemies to lovers au "even when you’re annoying the fuck out of me, i still love you.""it's so hard not to fall in love with you" thank you in advance💚

note: very loosely based on buffy x angel from buffy the vampire slayer lmao 

member: na jaemin e2l!au, vampire slayer!au prompt(s): “"even when you’re annoying the fuck out of me, i still love you." + "it's so hard not to fall in love with you" wc: 600+

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You were The Slayer. The Chosen One. Savior of all people. 

Such a high title for a university student that didn’t know what they were doing. Your Watcher, or guardian in layman’s terms did a good job in training you in your Slayer duties but he was absolutely useless in navigating through normal life problems.

And he certainly didn’t prepare you for this.

You were in the graveyard at night, hunting for the latest supernatural hassle that was harassing your small town. Keeping a watchful eye, you shifted your gaze around your surroundings, your sight never lingering on one place for too long-- vampires moved fast but you, as the Slayer, had to move faster. You heard the rustling of dried up leaves, the plants crunching underneath someone’s footsteps. The grip on your wooden stake tightened and you waited for the right moment before swiftly turning around, your free hand extended to grab hold of whoever was sneaking up on you.

Your hand caught hold of your attacker’s neck and you quickly backed them up into the nearest tree, stake raised right above their non-beating heart. Glaring harshly at them, you were shocked to see a familiar vampire in front of you.

Na Jaemin was his name and he was in your major at university. You didn’t exactly get along, always competing with each other for the hell of it, and it only got worse when you found him lingering around your battles. He never helped; he remained cryptic--sometimes giving you helpful information but never engaging in the action. 

Not knowing how Jaemin knew so much about the supernatural world, you tried to remain cautious around him. It was a struggle for you-- despite how much he got on your nerves, you couldn’t help but think he was attractive. He had the face of an angel but the shadows behind him were something of the devils. 

There was this lingering feeling around whenever the two of you were together, some kind of tension. You felt it and you were sure Jaemin felt it, too.

It all turned for the worse when you found out what he was-- a cursed soul and one of the most powerful vampires that ever walked the Earth. 

You could never figure out why he helped you against his own kind until that moment.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed, stake hovering so close to his body.

Jaemin never reacted, his stare piercing through you. “Making sure you’re okay.”

“Why would a vampire want to make sure the slayer was alive?” you challenged, grip tightening around his neck. He didn’t fight back even though you knew he could. He could physically overpower you in a fraction of a second. 

“That’s another story for another day.”

“You say that as if you’re going to live to see another day.”

“Satan, even when you’re annoying the fuck out of me, I still love you,” Jaemin muttered under his breath.

Your hold on his neck loosened, shocked at his words. “What?”

His lips quirked up to show a fraction of a smile, one you had never seen on his angelic face before. “You heard me, Slayer. I know you did.”

“Is that why you’ve been protecting me all this time?” you asked, lowering your stake.

He chuckles, his voice deep and low. “It’s hard to resist you.”

“Resist my blood, you mean.”

“No,” he counters. “Just you.”

“Why?” you question him, eyebrows knitted.

“Why not? It’s so hard not to fall in love with you,” Jaemin replied, his face going soft. 

Yeah, your Watcher never prepared you for something like this. 

candy cane express + jaemin

synopsis: your school has this thing where you can buy a candy cane for someone and they’ll deliver it to the person you choose. unbeknownst to you, jaemin brought them for you.

genre: fluff

note: i just wanted to write a christmas themed one. i hope you guys have a happy holiday! get some rest, loves :)

as you were copying notes down during psychology class, a girl shyly enters the classroom after knocking.

“i have a candy cane for nicole,” she says, as you continue to copy the slide, unbothered.

until, “i have one for y/n,” the girl proceeds to say, causing you to give her a confused look, as you get up to get the candy.

“oh there’s another one, and another one, and oh another one,” the girl continues on and on as she hands you, what seems like an endless amount of candy canes.

each candy cane contained little notes.

note #1: “hey, this surprised you, huh?”

note #2: “wondering who i am, huh?”

note #3: “but first, i’ll tell you why i sent these and why are these $3 each?!?!”

note #4: “it took me a while to realize this, but every time i see you in the halls or class, my heart pounds. wow, how cheesy can i get, right? it gets worse.”

note #5: “you always made me feel important and i needed that, i needed you to smile at me, tell me that it’ll be okay, and give me good morning hugs.”

note #6: “you made my feelings entangled.”

note #7: “you made me lose track of time, whenever i talked to you.”

note #8: “you made me worried if you felt the same way as i did.”

note #9: “you made me anxious, nervous, but happy.”

note #10: “even from a mile away, okay im being dramatic, but i can recognize you from any distance, your voice, the way you laugh, and your cute little pouts.”

note #11: “you know why? because”

note #12: “i like you, so let’s spend 12 days of christmas together? wow, i really brought 12 of these. love, jaemin”

you snap your head to the back of the room, where you found a jaemin staring at you, smiling as you make eye contact.

you mouth a “yes” to him, causing him to smile even wider if that was even possible.

[1:27ρм]

genre(s): high school, fluff, competitive swimming, swimmer!winwin x gn!reader

warning(s): none :) (okay maybe if you’re scared of water?? but like it’s a pool...)

word count: 1k

The whistle delivers a sharp rip through the atmosphere in the natatorium.

The piercing tone alludes to the athletes standing in their separated lanes the prompt. They stretch, preparing their boost into the water. And the buzzer sounds.

Pushing off their individual stands, bodies fly forward, past the blocks that solidify as their start positions.

The once conviviality of the cheers in the arena fade and there’s an antsy wave of noise that crashes full force.

Who’s going to win?

The several men, each from a different school, dolphin kick for about 15 metres. Swiftly, they emerge and beginning their strokes in the aqua. The splashing in the lanes are markers of how far each person is.

As the race continues, there’s an evident gap forming. It separates the leader and the other competitors.

Tearing your eyes from the race, you glance down at the sheet with all your interview questions.

For the past two months or so, you’ve been able to get a daily glimpse into the swim team’s preparations. You’ve learned how much effort it took and how many sacrifices were made to be able to present proud today.

NCT United High School is certainly home to some of the best athletes in the entire region. Dare you say country.

Competitive swimming is no different.

Before you know it, the rowdy applause of the crowd erupts. It bursts your eardrums but your curious eyes trail to the competition.

The victor floats ebulliently in lane 7. His red cap enamours the exuberant assemblage of students and staff in the venue.

Roars of cheers and delirium congregate and boys from NCT United HS flock to the successor’s side. They drag him out of the water and celebrate by basically wringing their arms around him.

Mind you, he’s still dripping wet from his race just mere moments prior.

They could care less, and they start chanting. Something about being in the lover group.

Grazing past the rows of seats for viewing, you amble your way forward. Though, you make sure to take your time as to not burst into the team’s celebration.

Yuta cheerfully passes him a towel, never missing the chance to show his bromance affection with an “I love you” slipping past his lips.

Plodding closer, you nudge Yuta a little to the side. He sends you a punctual wink of his eye before the Japanese man struts off to the side with the rest of the group. A sly man Yuta is.

“Y/n, it’s a pleasure to see you here.”

Grinning, you incite your own greeting. “Congratulations, Winwin. You worked hard and it paid off.”

He shyly reaches his arm over, scratching the nape of his neck in his usual embarrassment. “Thank you. So, uh, are you here to interview me again?”

“Are you free?”

He hums in accord. “I have all the time in the world.”

You can’t help but smile as you diverge your irises once more to the paper in your hand. With a notebook in your other hand, you begin the interview.

“After all your effort, you just won the regionals. Besides the extensive aspects of the sport, what would you say to be your favourite parts of swimming?”

Blinking attentively, you watch him adjust his swimming cap, pulling it off with the least amount of energy. His dark hair is released from its cage and dribbles with droplets of water. His googles dangle cautiously around his neck. The warmth of a towel embraces him, over his shoulders, covering his slim torso.

“I like the silence that contrasts the cheers. When I put my head down, it’s silent. It feels like I’m in my own world. But then, when I take a breath, I can hear the bursts of spectators. I feel a balance of tranquillity as well as encouragement. It pushes me further—and I really like the thrill of it.”

His pupils shimmer with an immense adoration for his passion. It’s kind of cute in your humble opinion.

“I’ve never really thought of it that way,” you inquire, letting his words sink in deeper. “Is there something you dislike or find the most challenging in the sport?”

Your gummy, warm smile promotes him to respond. “Practices. I would rather watch some YouTube or lay in bed and sleep. It’s too much work. I know it is a bad way to think, but everything requires energy.”

A laugh crusades from your lips all because you’ve definitely experienced the application of his struggle.

“Then what would keep you motivated when you were feeling down? Especially since there’s no crowd when you’re practicing and you dislike practices.”

Winwin diverts his eyes, analyzing everyone except for you. Your hand is anxious and ready to move and jot down everything he is about to say.

“I did want to quit once,” he admits, bopping his head as he recalls the low he reached in the sport. “I didn’t want to continue driving myself forward for something that felt like a chore. Practices became dull and the routine became boring. There was nothing worth looking forward to, you know?”

“Absolutely. That’s a hard place to rebound from.”

“Yes, so I spent my time moping alone. Until,” he pauses, perhaps contemplating his following sentences.

“I met this person. They changed the game for me.”

“They were there at every practice, watching, learning, and documenting. I witnessed the love they had for their passion and the willingness they possessed to continue into the future.”

“They reminded me that improvement is wasting energy for the right things. Instead of being so caught up in what I didn’t want to do, that person showed me that I should focus the energy I would waste into advancement.”

The eyebrows on your face rise upwards. You did not expect that answer. It’s clear as day on your countenance that the answer was unanticipated. Yet, Winwin doesn’t seem to be too concerned.

“And may I ask who that may be?”

Your inquisitive gaze is met with a bashful grin. His eyes are urging you to give it a guess.

“Your coach?”

He shakes his head no.

“Your teammates?”

He shakes his head once more.

“Your girlfriend?”

Winwin frowns but still shakes his head, mumbling something along the lines of “I don’t even have one.”

“Then who?”

Winwin reluctantly tosses you a diffident, gentle smile.

“Who else? You.”

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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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