Forhaever - Van

chenle in your camera lens

fansite!au, i’ve had this idea for ages, i thought it was super cute!! let me know what u think, i tried to make it as fluff-y as possible bc chenle is my baby! it’s also bullet pointed bc i wanted to see how it would feel to write in that style & honestly i was literally just trying to write like @warmau​ bc she’s super talented & i love her im so sorry i had to drag u into this 💞💖💘

edit!! i just posted a part 2 to this fic, which you can find here!

(3.2k words yo what, no triggers apart from chenle making cute meme faces which genuinely actives my soft sad hours)

song rec: notice me by spinn

not to brag, but like,,,, you were pretty famous as far as fansites go

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[ ## M4RK @ 6:44 PM ]

"My favourite Doja Cat song?"

Mark ! thought hard—ok now his head hurt because of thinking...but his favourite Doja Cat song?

A smirk was placed on his face as his eyes darted back and forth, left to right. The sight of him was almost anxiety inducing "Well that's...kinda of an odd question". Mentally he was freaking out. He's a Doja Cat stan. "I- I dunno' candy's kinda good too um-" he said a little rushed.

Fuck- As a pure Doja Cat stan, he would say all of them he would say he streamed Hot Pink when it dropped, but he was under crunched time right now. "Um- I'll go-" he stuttered "I'll go I with all the famous ones...y-yeah"

Christ that was difficult.

símbolos & enfeites.

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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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𓏲 ๋࣭     ࣪ ˖        ⋆ ࣪.     ˖ ࣪⭑      ˖ ࣪ ٬     ุ๋ ⸱ 

   ִֶָ . ָ࣪        ˑ ֗ ִ         ˑ ִ ֗

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 . . .

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rooftop fight | prologue.

“when the day comes, we will dress up in suits and start a fight on the top floor on a rainy day”

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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oh mr. lee, will you teach me how to french kiss?

pairing | lee donghyuck x reader (female)

genre | fluff, humor, high school!au, friends-to-lovers!au

synopsis | when you break up with your boyfriend after finding out you don’t know how to french kiss, your best friend offers a rather tempting offer.

warnings | swearing, suggestive (one heated makeout), some sexual innuendos/jokes, mentions of insecurities

word count | 10.6k 

notes from vee | here it is! i spent most of this month working on this fic completely out of nowhere, it was unplanned but i’m generally happy with how it turned out (this is also the longest fic i’ve posted on here…please don’t be scared by the length). also i thought that i would add the fact that y/n calls hyuck ‘mr. lee’ (as a joke) sometimes, which is where the title comes from. and just a fair warning that donghyuck and y/n are legitimately the only characters in this entire fic, though others are mentioned often. enjoy and please leave feedback!! <3

“So you’re telling me that you’ve never kissed someone before.”

You sigh deeply at Donghyuck’s voice deadpanning over the phone, thinking it was socially acceptable to throw yourself at him for trying to undermine you. But talking to your best friend merely four hours before school starts isn’t the smoothest move, but you can’t help but voice out the thoughts that were nagging at you the entire day and night. Letting your best friend know about your smooching situations is worse, considering the slander you’re currently facing, and you’re slowly starting to regret even talking to him in the first place.

“Oh shut up,” you mutter back, making yourself comfortable in your bed. Tossing to your side, you hold the microphone end of your phone to your mouth. “And did you even listen? I didn’t say I’ve never kissed anyone before, I just said I haven’t—”

“—kissed anyone,” he finishes with a snarky laugh, one that you’re familiar with from the day he mentioned to the entire classroom that you two finished each other’s sentences. “A kiss without tongue is literally not a kiss, Y/N, I thought everyone knew this.”

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let’s play pretend.

what if we’re in love? haha, just kidding… unless?

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + college au word count :: 1,552 words warnings :: none playlist :: talk too much (coin) ⋆ face (woosung) ⋆ pretend (bad suns) ⋆ la belle femme (hunny) ⋆ love you like crazy (taeyeon) author’s note :: best f2l is the ultimate trope sorry i don’t make the rules

Persistent fratboys at parties are the absolute worst. Already early into the night, you find yourself unable to shake off the latest leech in all his snapback and rayban glory. Why is it that they never back off until you’re forced to lie about a significant other? If you’re lucky, they’ll stop there. It’s quite stupid how they’ll let you go only if you suddenly have a boyfriend, rather than simply understanding that you aren’t interested. Perhaps, they’re too scared to confront how undesirable they actually are.

Literally, nobody wants someone who owns salmon shorts and more button up shirts with palm trees than necessary. Never mind the fact that you’ve seen this guy participate in more forties at four than actually attend his classes sober if he even makes it to your shared A.I. ethics lecture at eight in the morning. And he’s wearing those god awful sperry boat shoes with no socks. Inwardly, you shiver.

Eyes flitting around, you desperately try to see if you can find any one of your friends nearby who can take you out of your misery, but Yeji and Yerim are already mixed in the drunken dancing crowd, and you can’t find Donghyuck or Jeno anywhere. Renjun had been standing with you prior, but he already went home a few minutes ago because he had midterms early tomorrow morning. However, perhaps Lady Luck understands your woes because you spot your best friend coming out of the kitchen.

You quickly grab his arm, pulling Jaemin over. “Sorry, I’m here with him already.”

“This is your boyfriend?” the guy asks skeptically, unabashedly staring at your friend in question.

“Yep. Yes, that’s him. My boyfriend. Love of my life. My other half. His name is Jaemin.”

Jaemin turns to look at you, somewhat confused. You try to send some sort of telepathic message to him, and to your relief, it seems that he understands when you shoot him a look of mixed panic and desperation.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m the boyfriend. The super significant other.” He reconfirms your answer and returns the male’s stare, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Great. Nothing says “I love you” more than a common hand signal found on YouTube videos. Maybe you should tell fratboy to hit the subscribe button, too. Subscribe to see more daily mishaps in the life of Y/N and watch as she digs an even deeper hole for herself.

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neptune’s atlantis.

Never underestimate a lady.

pairing :: jung jaehyun x reader genre :: fluff, action / pirate au word count :: 3,099 words warnings :: mentions of blood author’s note :: due to @winetae asking me for a jaehyun fic for months and then a pirate au last night, this finally happened. my knowledge of pirates is limited to peter pan and potc, so this is not historically accurate ↳ originally titled: “argh ye a fine swashbucklin’ lad” / “the jeffery roger”

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