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vulpetrope | konbini snacks and drinks based on pokemon

expeditious cupid

FOR @nct-writers​ April Event, WORK IT

SYNOPSIS. in hopes of meeting his student, liam’s ‘mama’ again, kindergarten teacher sungchan meets her at a speed dating event that leads to different and interesting encounters.

GENRE. romance, fluff, strangers-to-lovers!au, non-idol!au

PAIRING. kindergarten teacher!sungchan x kind-of single parent!y/n

WORD COUNT. 10.2k (hehe)

TEXT. it’s april 17th! (1:50 AM KST) hi hello, this is part of the nct-writer’s event for april as stated above! it’s my first time writing a story this long and i really enjoyed it because i liked the plot and how it turned out! and yes - i really went all out writing this hahaha. i also want to say kudos to all single parents & single guardians out there! i respect each and everyone of you <3. everything in this story is purely fictional and is a product of my imagination. 

WARNINGS. cursing, single-parenting/single-guardian, brief mention of death, suggestive (making out - but only at the near-end of the story).

teaching kindergarten was something everyone never thought sungchan would do in his life, they always thought he’d take the career like a doctor, or an engineer, or some computer related stuff but no. from the faculty of medicine, sungchan decided to move to the faculty of education. it wasn’t because he found medicine hard, but because he firmly believed that teaching kids was his calling. he believes that through this career, he is building the future leaders of tomorrow. there is no denying, sungchan absolutely loves kids. the way they ask you innocent questions and the way they express their feelings just means that they are persistent in learning about new things every day. 

after cleaning and putting the toys and books that were scattered around the classroom, sungchan decided to continue reviewing his kids’ work back at his apartment, the bright colored yellow classroom was starting to hurt his eyes and he couldn’t focus. with his backpack and a handful of papers filled with cute drawings, he closed the classroom door and walked to the school parking lot. he stopped his tracks when he noticed a little boy sitting on one of the benches in the waiting area, though he only started teaching a few weeks back, he knows it’s one of his students. 

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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.

símbolos & enfeites.

७   ८   १   ९   ४   ५   ॽ   এ   ৎ   ১   ৫   ৶   ੭   ઽ   ૮   ૭   ૦   ଓ   ଘ   ଙ   ଽ   ୦   ୨   ୧   ୪   ୬   ୭   ఽ   ౨   ౿   ೨   ഽ   ໒   ໑   ༺   ༻   ༾   ༿   ᗀ   ᗁ   ᗂ   ᗃ   ᗢ   ᗣ   ᘍ   ᘊ   ᘝ   ᘞ   ᚙ   ᜊ   ᜑ   ៙   ᪤   ᱪ   ᱖   ᱕   ᳁   ᳂   ᳃   ⊙   ⊚   ⊰   ⊱   ⊲   ⊳   ⋕   ⋮   ⌂   ⌔   ⌕   ⌗   ⌘   ⌙   ⌦   ⌧   ⌫   〈   〉   ⌾   ⍝   ⎈   ⎓   ⎙   ⎚   ⏙   ⑅   ┆   ┇   ┊   ┋   ★   ☆   ☓   ♡   ♥︎   ⚯︎   ⚢︎   ⚛︎   ⚝︎   ⚹︎   ⛧︎   ⛮︎   ⛻︎   ⚠︎   ⚘︎   ⚣︎   ✦   ✧   ❍   ❑   ⟃   ⟄   ⟅   ⟆   ⟡   ⟲   ⟳   ⦾   ⧉   ⧾   ⩀   ⩇   ⩉   ⩊   ⩋   ⭑   ⭒   ⭗   ⭘   ⭙   ⭚   ⭛   Ⱶ   ⲷ   Ⳋ   ⵂ   ⵌ   ⸦   ⸧   ⸮   〄   々   〆   〩   ぁ   あ   の   を   龱   ꀯ   ꃳ   ꆪ   ꈊ   ꈔ   ꌦ   ꎺ   ꏳ   ꏿ   ꐑ   ꐚ   ꐧ   ꐪ   ꑘ   ꒰   ꒱   ꔪ   ꔛ   ꔡ   ꔵ   ꕃ   ꕀ   ꔷ   ꔮ   ꕊ   ꕕ   ꕤ   ꕪ   ꖏ   ꖘ   ꖴ   ꗃ   ꗏ   ꘎   ꘫ   ꜔   ꞝ   ꠶   ꠷   ꢏ   ꢾ   ꣑   ꥟   ꩜   ꩐   ꫢ   ꫪ   ꯱                     ﹅   ﹆   ﹟   ﹠   ﹗   ﹖   ﹢   ﹫   ﹪   ＃   ！   ＋   ￮   �   𐀏   𐁇   𐂂   𐂐   𐄹   𐇵   𐌎   𐌆   𐐂   𐐒   𐐗   𐐘   𐐜   𐐪   𐐺   𐐿   𐑀   𐝡   𐨀   𐪔   𐪆   𐪇   𑁘   𑁙   𑁚   𑁤   𑁥   𑁦   𑁨   𑁩   𑁬   𑁭   𑁯   𑂗   𑄻   𑊂   𑐛   𑑙   𑑛   𑑑   𓂁   𓂂   𓂃   𓂅   𓄹   𓄼   𓆇   𓆩   𓆪   𓆠   𓇷   𓇸   𓈀   𓈅   𓊌   𓊔   𓋭   𓋰   𓋱   𓏲   𓏳   𔒅   𔔀   𔔤   𔔦   𔖢   𔗨   𔘓   𔘜   𓈈   𖠘   𖠇   𖠛   𖠗   𖠣   𖠚   𖣠   𖣯   𖦹   𖧖   𖧗   𝄄   𝄜   𝇋   𝇌   🜲   🜸   🜽   🝕   🝙   🝯   🝩   🝱   ❀ ✿ ✩ ✫ ✧ ✦

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

   ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

outros.

୨୧ ୨♡୧ ༺♡༻༾♡༿ 𓆩♡𓆪   ᕱ⑅ᕱ   ‹3   ▞▞▞▞   ( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:★:]̲̅ :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)   (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)   ☆★  

▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ 

𓏲 ๋࣭     ࣪ ˖        ⋆ ࣪.     ˖ ࣪⭑      ˖ ࣪ ٬     ุ๋ ⸱ 

   ִֶָ . ָ࣪        ˑ ֗ ִ         ˑ ִ ֗

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 . . .

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EXCUSE ME WHATGDHEH 😳✋🏻

꒰Bios - Random Japanese!꒱

You can change the idol/group name or emoji if you want!

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Have a lovely day and thanks for the support! ♡

✎ . .

₍🌺₎ ..⃗. あなたは特別です、あなたは花の花びらのようにユニークです

Translation: You are special, you are unique like a flower petals!

[🍥] あなたは大丈夫でしょう。 心配しないでください ˀˀˀ ↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ 

Translation: You’ill be fine. Please don’t worry.

.˚ ₍🗒₎ ꒰ 詩に生きる ꒱ ↷ ⋯ あなた自身と一緒に患者になってください!

Translation: Living in poetry; be patient with yourself!

{🍣 *:･ スマイル }  . .⃗ .   🍓 🌹 花やイチゴ ˀˀ

Translation: Smile; Flowers and strawberries

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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i touched a vase | huang renjun.

pairing: potter!renjun x florist!reader 

synopsis: Your relationship with Renjun was strictly professional, albeit amicable. He would create beautiful ceramic vases that you’d commission for your display, and you supplied him with a collection of seeds he’d use to grow his own personal garden in his balcony. Renjun always felt like you two were walking around a glass vase that would break with a single wrong step, but sometimes he feels like he needs to make that first step into finally knocking it over. 

genre: romance, some levels of angst, magical realism, soulmates

wc: 7.4k

cw: slight mentions of familial death

a/n: idk man in japan vocaloid’s sort of having a revival and i’ve realized how creative a lot of these songs are. so i have to give a shoutout to balloon/suda keina for creating “i touched a vase.” he makes beautiful music. also “flos”. the first thing i described when i listened to both songs was “oh man it’s such a renjun song” so this fic was born. 

The place that Renjun feels at ease the most is his studio. The low hums of the pottery wheels reverberated across the vast emptiness of his four white walls as he continued to shape his recent work. A string of sighs escaped his lips as he continued to dirty his fingernails with the smooth batter of clay. He’s shaped a myriad of ceramics, but his fingers can never be satisfied. Did he put too much clay? Was it not enough? Is the shape suitable for the design he thought of painting?

He was always a perfectionist—even more so after meeting you.

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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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꒰ა ♡ VampKid Time!/ . . .🧠.ࠬ 🌟.

kɑ꯭omojis ; ♡

𝆴 𝅄ֹ (・θ・) 𝅼 ֺ ⬞

⠀ ⭒𓈒 ֹ ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ₎ა ♡ ᜔𝆯

⠀ ❀ ֶָ֢ ૮₍
๑
•
ˑ
ก
₎ა 𝆴݂ ⬞

⠀ 𝆹 ﾟ݂◦꒰ᐢ˵•ᴗกᐢ꒱ ⑅ ݂ ↺𝆬

♡ ᜔ֺ ૮₍ ˶ ◕ ꒳ ◕ ˶ ₎ ა﹗ 𝅼 ׂ

﹡˳໋ ૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა 𓈒﹢

˳ ֹ 𝅄 ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა ◌ ݂ ʾʾ

݊ 𓈒 ֹ (｡>◠<｡) ꜝꜝ ฺ⭒

⊹ ִ ᣞ ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ ֺ ֢֢ ‹

⬫ 𝅄ֹ ʾʾ ૮₍ ˶• ˔ ต ₎ა ۟ ݂ 𖥦

𐇵 𝅼 ︎ ۟ ( ´ •̥  ̮ •̥ ` ) ᣞฺ﹢

⬫ ִ ﹡₍ᐢ ｡ ๑ • 𖥦 ⩀ ₎ 𝅈ֺ 𝅎

๑ 𝆹ֹ ꒰ ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ ꒱ ֺ 𝅃

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝅄ׄ ૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡`₎ა 𝅄ׄ

⬫ ׅ ֹ ૮₍ ˶• ˔ ก ⑅ ₎ა ׄ 𖥦

⭒ ۪ ﹗૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა 𝆯 ֢֢

𓈒 ̇ ૮₍ ˶´ ꒳ `˶ ₎ა ׄ𓈒

𖦹 ֹ ֪ ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა ָ⁠ֶ۪֪ ۟ ⬫

𝆴 𝅼 ⬫ ૮₍⑅
˶•
▿
•˶
⑅₎ა ◍ 𝆬˳ ໑

^_^   >_<   (-ι- )   (๑˘ ᵕ˘๑)   ₍ᵔ˳︬ᵔ₎︬  ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ  

ᕱ⑅ᕱ  (๑ơ ₃ ơ)  (๑•ᴗ•๑)  (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) (੭ˊᵕˋ)੭  ꈍ꒳ꈍ

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ପ₍ᐢ◌•ㅅ•◌ᐢ₎ଓ ʚ₍ᐢ ›̥̥̥ ༝ ‹̥̥̥ ᐢ₎ɞ ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒

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(Event announced earlier for participants to be able to have more time to write their piece. Also, the use of 127 photos is for promotion purposes only. This event is not only for 127 members)

If our loving 23 men weren’t idols, what would they be?

Would Kun became a Pilot? Would Xiaojun became a Game Developer? Would Jaemin became a Surgeon?

This coming APRIL, it’s all up to you for NCT-WRITERS will be hosting a CORPORATE themed event where our boys can have different professions. Although, we know that being an idol is also a profession but we know you can come up with something more creative!

Every member should be hired to a company or they could be the one hiring, if that’s what the writer wants. But the pairing can be very flexible, we won’t stop you for putting CEO Member x CEO Reader.

You can write for a member FOR AS MANY AS YOU WANT, just make sure you can meet the deadline on the provided calendar.

This event is MEMBER EXCLUSIVE

The event will take place from APRIL 1st to 23rd, and each one of these 23 days will have a scheduled NCT member assigned to it. The writer for a particular member will post their story on the set dates. For example, if you chose Jisung as your chosen member, and his OFFICE SCHEDULE is on April 1, you will have to post your work on April 1.

(Please look carefully at the member’s surname and the first letter of their name.)

IF YOU WISH TO CLAIM A MEMBER(S),

Send an ask to the network with this format: “I want to write for *insert member(s) here + your chosen profession(s)” then wait for the confirmation message from the Admin in charge. Example: - “Hi NCT-WRITERS, I would like to write for Jaehyun as a Doctor” - “Hi NCT-WRITERS, I would like to write for: Teacher Johnny, Pilot Kun, Florist Taeyong”

WHAT SHOULD I WRITE?

Drabbles, timestamps, oneshots are allowed. However, all works should have a minimum of 500 words.  

All genres are allowed, even smut. However smut is only allowed if you’re legal of age.  Sungchan, Shotaro, and Chenle can have suggestive themes but strictly no smut or suggestive themes for Jisung.

Please see to it that your work is in accordance with the theme.

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We look forward to your works!

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batter up! | e.s

pairings: eric sohn x female reader genre: baseball player!eric, college au, strangers to lovers,  summary: in which you are assigned to interview the unapproachable baseball team ace eric sohn, and things end up going sideways word count: 6.1k (did i get carried way with the concept? yes i did) requested: nope i literally have other requests from months ago that i should get to but i’ve been having writers block and i couldn’t write any of them without it sounding awful sooooo here we are!!! enjoy lol note: all of the boyz are the same age for the sake of the story. also, the start of the plot is based on rowoon’s episode of sf9’s drama click your heart. 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

“So, you want to join newspaper,” the newspaper editor, Choi Chanhee, said as he crossed his arms and surveyed you. It was the start of the second semester, and you soon realised that you had very few clubs and activities under your belt. “What makes you think I’ll let you join in the middle of the year?” Chanhee inquired, raising an eyebrow in question. His full cheeks and baby pink hair usually made him seem approachable and soft, but his hard expression cancelled out any comfort his other features might have brought you.

You blinked at him. “We’ve been best friends since freshman year?” you deadpanned, irritated that Chanhee was making such a big deal out of it. From the corner of the room, you noticed Changmin suppress a giggle by clearing his throat and pretending to cough into the bend of his elbow. “Come on, Chanhee. You’re a reporter short since Bomin quit, right?” you recalled what he had been moaning about for nearly three months. “I can fill in for him! I’ll be great.”

Despite being your best friend and normally having quite a warm personality, Chanhee was skeptical. “Alright,” he decided, drawing the word out and unfolding his arms. Chanhee sauntered over to where Changmin was standing and – after giving him a sharp elbow to the ribs – grabbed his clipboard, pretending to look for something to assign you. You could tell by the ways his eyes didn’t even skim the words that he already had something in mind for you. “If you’re so desperate to join the paper, then you can do the interview on Eric Sohn,” he stated, giving you a challenging look.

So much for him “going easy on you”, as he had said moments before the two of you entered the media room together.

Dramatically, a few gasps sounded through the media room and you sighed. “Who’s Eric Sohn?” you almost regretted asking, since everyone seemed mortified that you didn’t know him.

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warnings : usage of word smut and drugs. based on that stupid tiktok that i once found very endearing.

“are you in there baby?” jeno’s tired voice echoed as he knocked on the wooden door. outside the door, stood your boyfriend and in your hands, rested your explicit novel that your innocent boyfriend knew nothing about and you wanted to keep it that way as long as you it was possible. you closed your book following by your legs as you hugged it closer to your chest. he knocks once again, this time hoping for an answer from you. “baby what are you doing in there?”

before you could filter your words, the blood that rushed through your whole body spoke for you . “drugs!”

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if we were a movie | j.jh

for @nctsworld’s first writing challenge

SYNOPSIS. For someone who was always the understudy and never the lead, scoring this role was huge for you. All you had to do was pretend to be in love with your best friend. No big deal, right? Wrong. It was the biggest deal because, for the past four years, you had been hiding your feelings for Jung Jaehyun.

If this were a movie, he would be your perfect match and the story would end happily with the credits rolling to a perfectly timed soundtrack. Too bad this wasn’t a movie— this was real life and life came with complications.

GENRE. childhood friends to lovers!au, college!au, drama school!au, slow burn, angst, humor, mutual pining, fluff (loosely based on the Filipino rom-com Must Be Love and If We Were a Movie by Hannah Montana) PAIRING. theatre major!Jaehyun x  theatre major!reader WORD COUNT. 14+ k

WARNINGS. point of view switches from first (”I”) to second (”you”); self-doubt, insecurities, mutual pining, cursing, lots of references and direct quotes from musicals such as Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella, Disney’s Newsies, Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, Shrek the Musical, and Wicked (edited but i might’ve missed some mistakes; bare with me!)

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I don’t know if you’ll see this but if your still doing Drabble requests but if so can I request fluff for jisung where the reader and him have been crushing on each other for a long time but never said anything until their friends finally had enough. I hope this make sense

Close Friend!Jisung x Female Reader

Content: fluff

Disclaimer: None of this writing depicts real life/reality and is strictly a work of fiction.

[7:22 p.m.]

"So, uh—where's Chenle? Have you heard from"—Jisung coughs—"from him?"

Your feet shuffle, kicking against the gravel as you shiver in the cold atmosphere. You really should've known better than to trust what Renjun had to say about the weather; he rarely leaves the apartment. "It's not that cold," he said.

Well, when you see him, you're putting your most-likely-frostbitten-hands on his face.

You heave a shaky breath, observing how white clouds leave your lips. You eye Jisung from head to toe while his tall stature stands a good distance from you. His eyes are glassy from the dry air and his shoulders stick up frozen. You don't have the energy to respond, fishing your phone from your flimsy fall-appropriate jacket to call Renjun.

After a few rings, you hear shuffling before you speak. "Renjun, I swear—"

"Did you tell him, yet?"

"—I'm putting all of your whites with the colors next time I do laund—what?"

He scoffs. "Ignoring that. Anyways, tell him—that you like him?" He says as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

Your gaze flickers to Jisung, who hides half of his face beneath his collar, rocking back and forth on his feet. You turn your back to him while your brows furrow. "This is what it's about? Where the hell is he—Chenle? He was supposed to spend—"

"He's with me."

"What? You guys are grade-A assholes," you hiss. Jisung takes a few steps closer, looking at you with half-concern and half-curiosity. The boiling rage that bubbles inside is almost strong enough to melt the snow, but you contain yourself in front of Jisung.

Chenle promised you two that he'd treat you to dinner, telling you to not bother bringing your wallets. How foolish of you to believe his bluff. The restaurant doesn't allow people to wait inside, putting their greed over decency as the host and staff alike watch you from the warm indoors.

He ordered a ride for you guys and you initially thought: "wow, what a guy." But now, you just want to soak all of his cashmere sleeves in water.

"I swear to fucking God, get us a ride back home or it'll be even worse," you whisper-yell into the phone.

You hear more muffled sounds until a new voice speaks. "Willing to take the risk—you gotta stop with the crushing, it's getting annoying—"

"Chenle, I'll—"

"—call us back when you're done!"

The phone makes a beep, and you put it back into your pocket. Your nose drips and your body shakes like a leaf. Turning around, you find yourself inches away from Jisung, his body bent forward as his doe pupils stare into yours.

You gulp and he does the same. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stand so close," he murmurs under his collar.

What he says goes through one ear and out the other, you're freezing, you're tired; you're aggravated. Your pride is crumbling before you, and you're aching to find warmth anywhere. So you blurt it out; the damage has been done. "Jisung, I like"—a sudden wave of heat engulfs your body—"you?"

Your neck is snug into the crook of his neck, his long arms wrapped around your torso. And even through the layers and layers of clothing, you can sense the faint feeling of his heart pounding.

His body trembles and his ample breathing sits near your shoulder. "I'm just tr—trying to keep you warm. You looked cold..." he trails off.

Your arms wait—as if anticipating for something to interrupt—before wrapping around him, bringing your bodies flush together.

You can't tell, but Jisung squeezes his eyes shut and purses his lips.

"But, I like you... yeah, I like you, too."

watermelon sugar- mark lee

info: mark x reader, enemies to lovers, road trip au

wc: 11.4k

warnings: cursing + mentions of alcohol consumption

Jaehyun’s invitation to his beach house was a kind one, offering your entire friend group a week-long stay at his- or his parent’s, beach house, a luxurious, large beachfront property that also happened to be 20 hours away, practically across the country.

A two night and almost three day road trip trapped in a small car with four other people was not your ideal way to travel or vacation but as Donghyuck had put it, “flights are expensive and Johnny’s car.. well it’s a car.”

You’re not totally sure how enjoyable the road trip will be but you do think that the final destination of the beach will definitely be worth it.

A week after Jaehyun’s invitation, after agreeing to switch out drivers, mapping out a route, and scoping out motels, you were finally gathered in Johnny’s garage, preparing to make the long drive.

You help load his sedan that fit everyone except Jaehyun- who was already at the beach house, as Donghyuck leans against the trunk and Johnny rustles around in the front seat before rushing back inside to grab something else, coming back out in a few seconds with a large cooler in his arms as you and Donghyuck part to make room.

“Mark is coming,” Donghyuck says casually with a raised brow and a smirk, watching your reaction as Johnny laughs, “She’s already been warned,” he adds with his typical, knowing smile. You control your expression, hating the way they both look at you waiting for your reaction- which doesn’t come. Of course you already knew Mark was coming, you had already prepared yourself accordingly for the added nuisance on the long drive.

“Mark’s fine,” you shrug, “I like Mark.”

Donghyuck scoffs before grabbing his suitcase and shoving it next to the cooler before taking your bag that you hand to him. He turns to you with obvious disbelief. “Ever since I met you, you have very openly not liked Mark.”

You don’t say anything in response, not bothering to argue with something that was true- but it’s not like Mark likes you either. It was a mutual dislike that you personally found completely justified.

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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

hi friend i'm not sure if you still take fluff requests but i really adore your writing so i thought i'd jump in on the opportunity,,,n e wayz can i please get some besties to lovers (since its the superior genre) with maybe some cliche sharing of hoodies with yangyang ?? thank you😔💗

short and sweet for you anon!

yangyang x reader

It’s not breaking and entering, you reason, if Yangyang willingly gave you the passcode to his apartment.

It’s 3pm and you know he has a macroeconomics lecture that he’s supposed to be in right now and you just saw his housemate Dejun in Starbucks, so the apartment should be empty. You tap in the six-digit entry code and, with a soft chime, the lock whirrs and clicks open. You push the door open to the darkened, quiet apartment, kicking off your shoes and shutting the door behind you.

Almost immediately, you make a beeline to Yangyang’s room. Well, to his closet, in particular. The thing about Liu Yangyang is that he has more clothes than anybody else you know, and you’ve been slowly depleting his hoodie collection over the past 2 months and he (seemingly) hasn’t noticed yet. You’ve even gone as far as wearing his own hoodie in front of him and he didn’t say anything.

Which one this week?

The hangers rattle as you rifle through the densely packed row of hoodies hanging in the back, inspecting each one until your hand falls on the softest thing you’ve ever touched. If fabric could be made of clouds, that’s what this hoodie would be made out of.

Immediately, you pull it off the hanger and extract it, marveling at how silky smooth, yet pillowy the material is. You lift it to your cheek. It feels like you’re rubbing your face against a puppy’s ear. The hoodie smells like Yangyang’s fabric softener, a crisp, comforting scent that makes your heart flutter in your chest.

Without another moment of hesitation, you pull it on over your head, swimming in the oversized hoodie for a few moments before finding the arm holes and threading your hands through the sleeves. Feeling very satisfied with this week’s selection, you wander out into Yangyang’s room and plop yourself backwards onto his bed (or at least, the mass of giant plushies and pillows that cover his bed during the day).

You’re making yourself comfortable in his bed when you hear a crinkling sound from the pocket of the hoodie. Frowning, you stick your hand in, grasping at fabric for a few moments before your fingers close on a crumpled sticky note. You pull it out and lean back against Yangyang’s pillow to unfold the paper and read the message written inside.

Dear <Y/N> ❤️

I really like this one, so you can only wear it for a week before you give it back? (please)

Love, LYY

got your back

✩ haechan x reader | spy au | enemies to lovers | fluff | 1k

SUMMARY ⇾ in which your partner patches you up when you get caught during a mission. WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ swearing; mentions of violence, blood, and injury; (almost???) kissing  RATING ⇾ teen+ FOR ⇾ @shaechans 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ so uh i’m not a spy of any sort, so take everything with a grain of salt slkdmf​

You clench your jaw harshly, trying your best to fight a groan as Haechan ties a ripped piece of his dress shirt around your bleeding arm. Fighting a groan to not only stay quiet from the guards, but more so wanting to not seem weak in front of your rival turned partner. 

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[19:35] “You know,” Jisung spoke all of a sudden, causing your head to shot up from the book you were reading. Your boyfriend sat beside you on the couch, putting his bowl of ramen down on the coffee table to cool off for a bit before leaning his body sideways against the cushions to face you. His hands overlapping the other, swinging his arm over the couch and laying his face on his hands, squishing his cheek cutely against his knuckles. 

You hummed in response, giving him a soft smile as you took a moment to admire how cozy your boyfriend looked in front of you. “Yes?” you squeaked, your voice slightly hoarse from the lack of talking that day. “I’m seriously-” he closed his mouth for a moment, hesitating on his words as a bashful smile stretched across his lips, his cheeks flushing pink. “I’m seriously head over heels in love with you,” he confessed, turning his head so that he could hide his face in the cushions to prevent you from seeing his face from flushing a deep red.

“Oh.” You couldn’t help but feel your heart stop for a brief moment at his words. Biting your lip as you tried to find the right words to say to your boyfriend, chuckling lightly as you squeezed the hardcover of the book in an attempt to calm your heart down. “You better be,” you joked, trying to put some light hearting humor in the atmosphere as you leaned the side of your head against the cushion, noticing how his ears had grown pink at the tips.

“I really am!”  

Your boyfriend’s head shot up in an instant, scooting over to you so quick, you jumped in surprise you almost thought you were going to have a whiplash. He scooted over to you and grabbed your hand tightly in his, squeezing it gingerly as he intertwined his fingers with yours lovingly. “I really really am. Like,” he licked his lips as if to keep his heart from exploding right in front of you. “When we’re on the phone, I try so hard to be funny just so I can hear you laugh.”

You swore you never saw Jisung’s cheeks as red as they were now, (Maybe back when he first asked you out and back when you had your first date, but that was nearly a year ago) you were quite surprised with how bold he was being despite how his face was burning red with every word that spills from his mouth. 

“I really love hearing you laugh. I love it so much,” he bit his lip, running his thumb over your knuckles and pulling your hands to nuzzle his cheeks against your skin. “Even if it’s like a little giggle or a small chuckle. Even if it’s not all the way busting out laughter,” he pressed a small shy kiss against your palm, causing large smiles to spread across your faces.

“But just the smallest sign of laughter? That’s the stuff I live for.”