Pairing: Lee Taeyong X Female!reader Genre: Short Story, Angst Warnings: Slightly Suggestive Content,

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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texts with boyfriend soobin !!

i made this literally just as i was dismissed from school lmao,, i apologize for any mistakes made !! i am on my soobrangdan era hence this . i love soobin so much

warnings: soobin says like 2 swear words, he also makes a deez nuts joke, cheesy petnames said in sarcasm (?)

this made me cry holy shit its so good

okay goodbye im in my feels

pussy blocked.

Y/N’s unofficial guide on how to be a heartbreaker:

1. have fun. 2. never stay the night. 3. always be the first one to leave. 4. never hook up with the same person twice. 5. don’t fall in love with boys like lee jeno.

pairing :: lee jeno x reader genre :: angst, comedy, fluff ⋮ fuckboy/girl + college au word count :: 31,360 words warnings :: y/n has a breakdown at one point, dick jokes, sexual innuendos, implied sex but it’s like a romcom movie where we skip to the morning after because i don’t write about places where the sun doesn’t shine, and of course it’s not a luvdsc fic without a whole bunch of mutual pining playlist :: break my heart (hey violet) ⋆ lowkey (niki) ⋆ pancakes (lany) ⋆ i left a party for you (pilar victoria) ⋆ blurry (jp saxe) ⋆ slow (shy martin) ⋆ we’re fucked, it’s fine (jeremy zucker) ⋆ happiness (taylor swift) ⋆ this is how you fall in love (jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler) + extended playlist here. author’s note :: this is me putting my biggest fears on blast :’) ty to ti @m88n, steph @aqiaquas, tk god @eggyukhei, and lana @choerrypuffs for being my biggest cheerleaders !!! and especially to @wincore​ thank you for listening to all my incoherent ramblings and ideas and accepting it all within an hour of us starting to talk LOL ily moon ♡

i. the devil wears leather jackets.

“Thoughts on leather jackets?”

Yeeun hoists herself onto the scratched counter of the tiny bathroom, cheap neon strips of flashing lights pasted around the edges of the ceiling and the booming bass of the music barely muffled by the closed door. She swings her legs, the heels of her boots banging lightly against the cabinet beneath her.

“They’re cute. Why? Don’t you already have like, three of them?” Your fingers curl around the lip gloss your best friend offers to you. You thank her before you lean forward, uncapping the makeup and spreading an even, glossy coat over your lips.

“Not on me!” She taps her manicured fingers against her thigh rhythmically. “Actually, maybe on me. There’s a really good sale going on at Madewell right now. Maybe I’ll get one.”

“Another night of drunk retail therapy?” You pucker your lips, angling your face slightly to check that you had applied enough of the shimmery gloss. You quickly adjust the satin white crop top you have on that makes your boobs look phenomenal. Perfect. It’s the first party of your final year at university, and you would very much like to start it off with a bang and leave with a cute guy tonight.

“Sober me will thank me tomorrow.” She waves her hand dismissively before taking back the gloss from you and shoving it unceremoniously into her bra (because one hand holding a purse means one less hand holding a drink) before pushing herself off from her counter perch. “Anyway, you’re missing the point! What do you think of boys in leather jackets?”

You narrow your eyes at her, scrutinizing her fidgeting figure through the mirror. “Alright, spill it. Who’s this about?”

“I overheard Mark telling Yukhei that Jeno was asking about you.”

You temporarily pause in place, horror flashbacks already playing like a montage at the mention of him, before facing your friend, who’s already looking at you expectantly. “Did he say why?”

“Who knows? He started throwing up on Yukhei’s shoes, so I had to move away from the target zone.”

You wince at that. Poor Mark was always a lightweight and yet, he always accepts whatever drink Donghyuck hands him. And the latter always mixes concoctions with cheap vodka making up at least 40% of the contents.

“Isn’t this exciting though? The Lee Jeno is interested in you,” she squeals, grabbing onto your arm excitedly.

“I’ve been there. Freshman year, two minutes and beard burn. Literally, the worst experience of my life. Zero out of ten, no stars on Yelp, would swipe left on Tinder, maybe even report him to save other people from the horror.”

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escaping here bcs stan twt esp grass (and exoplanet) fandom is in crumbles

mama 😂😢😭😬😜😁😗😅🙃😀

Nile Freeman + Stargazing

Aesthetic moodboard for @salzundhonig, who had asked for "Nile with sky/stars, I lowkey headcanon her as loving astronomy and learning about stars and constellation as a kid" on discord a while ago.

right where it hurts

10:18PM — yukhei’s eyes are shining when he spots your waiting figure backstage, adrenaline still running through his veins as the fans cheer. when the lights turn down low and the staff are sure you aren’t in the crowd’s line of sight, he wastes no time in rushing towards you and sweeping you off your feet.

“oh my gosh,” yukhei breathes out shakily after twirling you around, hands cupping your cheeks and squishing your face lightly, “are you really here? is this you? how? you told me—“

“i came to watch the show,” you grin, placing your tiny hands over yukhei’s larger ones, “i was in the crowd, but baekhyun must’ve recognised me because he told some staff to bring me up backstage when i separated from the crowd to ‘go to the toilet’. so here i am.”

“b-but, you told me you couldn’t come because of school and work—“ he stammers, but you laugh.

“how could i miss my baby’s debut stage? i came for your other two, so why wouldn’t i now?”

yukhei stares at you for a few more moments, eyes wide as he takes in the fact that you were actually here. when he does, his face breaks out into the widest smile and he takes you in his arms again.

“i’m so glad you’re here,” he says, voice muffled from where his face is buried in your hair. you turn your head to kiss the side of his neck affectionately. “did i make you proud? was i good onstage?”

“it was amazing,” you assure him, smiling brightly when he pulls away, but only to kiss your lips with a giddy grin on his face, “you were amazing, always.”

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candy jar -- ldh.

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: enemies to lovers?? yeah?? with some fluff?

warnings: swearing. so if you’re not into that,,,sad times :(

word count: 5.8k

a/n: in case u didn’t know this is based off the netflix film candy jar!! i got real inspired by it!!

also this is my first fic on this blog so like. please be nice sksk

“Look at him. Look at that smug look on his smug face,” you grumble under your breath, eyes shooting daggers at the boy currently sitting across from you. Ever since kindergarten, you and Lee Donghyuck (or Haechan, as he preferred to be called) have had a vendetta, of sorts.

It all started when he upstaged your speech on butterflies (which was very well written, if you said so yourself) back in kindergarten by singing a song about bees, bees, of all things! He even smiled at you as he did it. Since then, it seemed as though he’d made it his life’s mission to beat you at absolutely everything. You’d had a passion for debate as soon as you’d entered high school, and, lo and behold, your lifetime enemy had a passion for debate too. Now juniors, the both of you admittedly put a little less time into arguing with each other,and more into your studies, but after the previous captain of debate club had graduated last year, a kind upperclassman named Mark, the two of you were the top (and only willing) candidates to take his place. Your constant arguments about who should take over had resulted in the two of you currently being forced to spend some time in the counselor’s office.

“I don’t think you understand, Miss Johnson. I’m clearly more level headed and responsible than him, so I deserve the title of captain, obviously-”

“Obviously? Obviously a four time state qualifier like me deserves the title, and, when you consider the numerous contributions my parents have made to the debate club-”

“Here we go again, Donghyuck, always using your precious rich kid privilege to get what you want. Can’t you ever work for something you want like the rest of us?”

“If by ‘the rest of us’ you mean the likes of peasants, like you, then the answer is most definitely a solid no-”

“Oh my God, you’re so annoying!” You say, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“See? This is why I can’t work with her. How do you expect us to co-captain when she’s like this?”

Eyes narrowed, glaring at him, you snarl. “When I’m like what, Donghyuck?”

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