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[svchengss]

bad habit | k.dy

doyoung moved his gaze from the dimly lit phone screen towards the motion of people walking in and out of the shiny glass doors. he can’t help but think of your voicemail from last night. perhaps, the last voicemail ever since you’re moving to a new state for your studies.

“and uh, i’ve been thinking of this for a really long time but we should be transparent. we’ve been best friends for more than a decade even, so no judgements, okay? i may have, um, had feelings for you since, i don’t know, a few years back? and, i’m not expecting anything from you now, just decided to let some stuff off my shoulders. guess i’ll see you when i see you, bye doyoung. take care,”

why now? why in the world did you only come clean about your feelings now when the both of you are about to be busy with your own lives and maybe about to meet new people?

god, i wish i knew you wanted me, y/n.

[baekhyyun]

I'll Always Love You

» pairing: huang renjun x reader

» genre: break-up au, MAJOR angst,

» rating: pg

» word count: 443

» warnings: none

a/n: it really has been awhile since i've wrote something and of course it had to be angst. LMAOOOO i've been too swamped with school to write, but this fic has been in my wips folder for over a year! so please enjoy!!!

Renjun could see it, no, he could feel it. The sparkle that you had in your eyes when you looked at him wasn’t there. They have been gone for awhile, was he just realizing this now? He definitely wasn’t, he knew and it was breaking his heart. He just played dumb in hopes those sparkles would return and were no fluke. Days became weeks, weeks became months and nothing returned. 

He tried his best to take you on dates, give you things you liked, shower you more with love, but all failed. Renjun knew he couldn’t keep you by him for longer than he had. He had to let you go, he had to face reality and suffer through the pain that the girl he adored with heart slipped through his fingers without a word.

There has to be another way to get her to love me again.

Let go, she deserves better.

The constant battle that his heart and mind faced took a toll on him. He knew the right answer, but still tried to push through the hardship you both were facing. The lack of emotion and disinterest coming from you grew more. Those long nights staying up watching reruns of Friends, talking about nonsense, cuddling, sharing secrets are now these nights consumed by darkness.

Junnie, look I brought us some goodies for tonight!

Jun, would you rather finger size toes or toe sized fingers?

Oh how the mind was cruel, every little thing reminds him of you. All the memories that you both created are just reminders of how happy and perfect your relationship was. If he could turn back time to avoid this bitter ending he would. He would do everything differently for you.

Dance with me Jun, I’ve always wanted to dance in the rain.

You’re going to get a cold ___, get back inside dammit!

The long awaited ending is here, Renjun had to save you, but most importantly himself. All these conversations are becoming the last goodbyes. His luggage is lined up by the door, ready to depart with a broken man pulling them along. You took everything from him, every ounce that he poured into the last months of your relationship. 

In the end, Renjun knew that he didn’t regret anything. He fought for you and did his best. His relationship with you was something beautiful that he would forever cherish. You showed him immense love and vice versa. Your relationship together will be a learning experience for one another for the next person who makes those butterflies appear. 

“I’ll always love you ‘til the day I die,” he whispered to the closed apartment door.

Copyright © 2022 baekhyyun. All rights reserved. Please do not repost on any platform or translate without permission.

[svchengss]

[12:17 am] “babe, pose,” you said before taking a mirror selfie of you and johnny in your facemasks and pajamas, before posting it on your feed. a comment your friend left on it made the tall guy chuckle.

ugh THE couple r at it again 🙄

reader x johnny | fluff, domestic relationship | first 2022 post #yas

[baekhyyun]

We Should Go Out

» pairing: wong kunhang

» genre: fluff

» word count: 718

» warnings: language

“So I was thinking we should go out,” Hendery spoke to his reflection in the mirror.

Nothing sounded right to Hendery, fixing his hair for the 100th time from nerves. He was desperate to make everything perfect for when he met up with you later today. He believed that you deserved the world and even more, he was infatuated with how you carried yourself. You always left him breathless, begging to the gods above to be able to witness more sides of you.

“This shirt I have on is boyfriend material,” stretching his shirt at the end to add emphasis to his words.

As more time passed with the corny confessions, he had given up hope on trying to say the right thing. He couldn’t come out and ask you out with lame phrases. He was preparing to just hang out and miss another opportunity to confess his feelings for. 

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[svchengss]

- bee in your hair

johnny x reader | high school!au, fluff, crushing | 250 words | inspired by the scene in flipped !!

even with the conical flask in his hand, johnny can't seem to focus on the experiment he's conducting with his partner. miss julie is surely going to give him a long lecture on daydreaming again - he's had plenty actually, but he could care less right now. the way your hair shines in the presence of sunlight peeking from the windows, the way your lips purse as you wrote some kind of observation in your experiment report book, the way your eyebrows would furrow when your results just seem logically wrong.

"dude, why are you staring at her?" holy crap, he was only observing you from afar - maybe he made it look too obvious when his partner have been noticing the whole time.

"what? no way, there's like, a bee in her hair. yeah, just a bee," he stammers, quickly finding the perfect excuse to cover up the small mishap. really, a bee? why are you not good or lying?

"but we're in a science lab, and i don't see any bee around here," she looked around. yeah, of course there's no bee, you idiot.

"what? you must have missed it, it just flew away actually," she eyed johnny suspiciously, squinting her eyes while johnny just sat there, the equipment still nicely held in his grip. a surge of relief flowed through his veins when she just pushed the whole thing off, returning to the solution she’s preparing.

he can't even focus on the small things in his life now and he thinks he's known the answer why to that. he's totally flipped for you.

[dreamyboat-deactivated20220104]

ENDINGS & BEGINNINGS : an nct holiday special

ABOUT. for some of us, this holiday season may not be filled with glitter on the floor after parties or hand-squeezing at the back of taxis. so to keep us company during this time of the year, here is ENDINGS & BEGINNINGS — a collection of drabbles and oneshots inspired by taylor swift's new years day. ·˚ ༘ ・ﾟ⋆

to be a part of the e&b tag list, just drop by my asks! :>

꒰✨꒱ — DECEMBER AIR ⋆ yuta x gn!reader

❝you and me from the night before…❞

genre. slight angst, fluff

au. neighbors to ???

⌗⋆ late nights, cold breeze, good conversation

꒰✨꒱ — UNTITLED ⋆ jaehyun x gn!reader

❝but I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away…❞

genre. angst, fluff

au. fwb

⌗⋆ pillow talk, silence, soft touches

꒰✨꒱ — UNTITLED ⋆ johnny x gn!reader

❝i want your midnights…❞

genre. slight angst, fluff

au. established relationship

⌗⋆ phone screen kisses, fireworks

꒰✨꒱ — UNTITLED ⋆ jaemin x gn!reader

❝but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day…❞

genre. fluff

au. roommates

⌗⋆ beer bottles and confetti, living room floor, leftover cake

꒰✨꒱ — UNTITLED ⋆ jeno x gn!reader

❝i'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home…❞

genre. fluff

au. best friends

⌗⋆ empty bar, anticipation, "it's just us."

꒰✨꒱ — UNTITLED ⋆ mark x gn!reader

❝please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognize anywhere…❞

genre. angst, fluff

au. exes to ???

⌗⋆ crowded room, like the very first night, you

to be posted over the course of the holiday season... ·˚ ༘ ・ﾟ⋆ so stay tuned!

author's note: it was really challenging to narrow everything down for this. in the end, i just chose the specific lines/lyrics that inspired me the most and the members that, i think, best fit the narrative.

networks: @neoturtles @ficscafe @nct-frathouse @kpopscape @prism-nw @hotpink-ent

[tinysushimark]

Yoo how bout a dad mark au

ANON I ALREADY HAVE ONE 😁😁 HOPE YOU LIKE IT HAHA

also check out, this one

Tw: Mentions of stress, female reader x Mark

0.712K words

You sighed once again when your daughter cried more, tears threatening to fall from your own eyes because she wouldn't stop crying. Your husband hadn't been home for a few days now and you were obviously very frustrated.

Handling work and an 18 month old baby wasn't exactly working out in your favour, the nights seemed hectic and the days tired you out, and the fact that Mark wasn't around to even smile at you and say that it'll be fine, frustrated you to lengths which no one could imagine.

Your husband was and is your only source of peace and him not being around drove you insane. You watched the bills and mail pile up on the letter box but you chose to ignore it when your daughter cried loud and snorted in your shoulder. "Amy, baby, please." You begged your daughter as she pulled your hair and cried louder. "Papa!" She cried louder and you grew frustrated with her, because you missed her dad as much as she did.

"Papa isn't home right now!" You screamed at her, your hands mixing her baby food, "Please for god's sake, shut up Amy!" You screamed and you heard her cries dying down, now her eyes red and nose red, she looked at your angry form and you put her down in her seat.

She obeyed you through the meal, you kept quiet. You fed her in silence as she kept snorting. You grabbed a handkerchief and then she started crying again, "Papa." She cried again and you just wiped her down, getting frustrated from her cries.

You carried her to her room and rocked her softly, all of the effort going in vain. "Baby?" You heard a confused voice from outside and you opened the door and saw Mark, standing there, his hair out of place, the duffel bag in his hand looked worn down and you sighed.

"Mark." You said and walked closer to him, the tears in your eyes finally fell, your daughter smiled and opened her arms to her father, she wrapped herself around him and kissed his cheek softly, when you cried and sat down on the couch. "Baby? Why are you crying?"

"Mumma why sad, Papa?" Your daughter mumbled and wiped your tears with her tiny hands, "I'm so tired." You said and Mark pulled you closer. "It's okay baby, I'm here now." He said and kissed the crown of your head.

The both of you turned to your daughter who started crying loudly again, you sighed and turned around, wiping your tears. You knew Mark could handle her now, "Amy, baby why are you crying?" He asked her as she fell on his chest and cried louder, "Mumma why-why c-cry?" She stuttered through her tears and Mark just soothed her back, "Mumma missed papa." He told her and she nodded. "Let's get you to bed, little one." He cooed at your daughter.

You pulled Mark's clothes out and set them on the bed, "What's for dinner?" He mumbled and hugged you from behind as you pulled your own clothes out, "Fried Rice and chicken stew." You said and walked towards the shower. "And desert?"

"I got ice cream." You said and hung your clothes in the shower. "I was hoping you'd say, "Me." Like you usually do." Mark giggled and you smiled at him.

Your feet dragged towards him and you pulled him closer, your head landed on his chest and you pulled him in a hug. You sighed and nuzzled into his chest. "Amy missed you so much."

"And you?"

"I missed you more than Amy did. I wish I could cry and scream like her too." You looked up at him and giggled, "She's more of a daddy's girl, isn't she?"

"She is." You said, now he was rocking you softly, "I should run a bath, you set up dinner?" He asked and you nodded.

When you were almost at the door you heard his voice again, "Get some of that wine out too, okay babe?" and you smiled, knowing that your peace is back, and all the days that you had spent in agony and uneasiness will all be gone in just one dinner together.

So you smiled again, your peace was back.

Networks: @superm-net @knet-bakery @nct-frathouse @pretty-neos

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[svchengss]

- one last time

dong sicheng x fem!reader | angst, falling out of love | 339 words | happy belated birthday to this angel here’s an angst i wrote a few months back <3 | xoxo, svchengss

you were once in love with him. just like the poets call it - the sun to the moon, two souls intertwining into one with the so-called strong bond. all those times you gave each other comfort, feeling safe in the embrace of the other. often hearing other people fawn over the two of you and even getting jealous gives you a sense of pride over the happiness you’ve achieved - not in a mean way, of course.

but lately, it’s been different. you feel different. you can feel the tightness in the air, suffocating your lungs. it’s not that you don’t love him anymore, people would say you're still madly in love, in fact. but you know the better, it was as if you're being too dependent on him. you can't help but feel like you're a burden, holding him back from any opportunities.

"no, please, we can talk this out," sicheng held your cheeks now stained with tears. he was shocked with the sudden confession, when he thought nothing could ever go wrong. you didn't dare to look into his eyes, there's where your weakness lies. but what can you do? splitting ways is the only acceptable thing to do in the moment, where it's beneficial to the both of you.

"we can't. and we both know that," you pulled his wrist away from your face, only now making eye contact. his eyes are red, probably holding the tears from flowing now. sicheng lifted his head, staring at the ceiling.

"so this is it, huh?" you only smiled in return. yes, this is it. but you don't dare to say it out loud, terrified that you might break down at any moment. it pains you to see him in this state, but what choice do you have?

"this might sound cheesy but you'll always be in my heart. i'll always love you," he whispered as you stayed in his embrace for one last time. you only watched as he opened your front door and walked out. one last time.

[svchengss]

baby, it’s cold outside | d.sc

PAIRING: dong sicheng x reader

GENRE: fluff, slight humour

WORD COUNT: 1676 words

WARNINGS: slipping on the ice rink??

SUMMARY: the pianist performing at the hotel bar caught your eyes, later inviting you to spend some time with him

A/N: hi this is written for the holiday event, peppermint latte by @ficscafe and the fic exchange event hosted by nini @cherryutas [💌 @yutahoes] ! hope u enjoy this christmas themed fic :D happy holidays <3

you look out the window, witnessing a scene where joyful children are shouting at each other while forming snowballs in the palm of their hands. inspecting the watch wrapped around your wrist, it’s now 10:45 pm. you did one last check to make sure that everything is packed in your suitcase, it’d be bothersome to have your belongings lost in a hotel room.

once all is done, you pull your suitcase to the lift and press the buttons to the lobby. you took a quick glance at the lockscreen of your phone to see four missed calls by your mother, probably asking when you’re coming back home tonight. you managed to send a short reply saying that you’re about to check out. once a soft ding was heard, you stepped out of the lift and placed your suitcase somewhere among the sofas in the lobby.

wondering if it might be too early to check out, you decided to have a few drinks at the bar. a melodic rhythm can be heard from the piano, specifically a young man who’s busy pressing his fingers onto the tiles. you pressed your lips together while picking something from the menu display, a few seconds passed before you finally asked the barista to whip up a hot chocolate drink - which happened to be a guest favourite, according to the menu itself.

while waiting for the drink to be served, you occupied a bar stool and continued to observe the pianist’s movements which seemed to follow the beat of the music he’s playing. you also noticed that he’s quite tall, his hair strands are neatly placed and he’s looking quite handsome in that white tuxedo with a golden tie. wishing a quick thank you to the barista who placed the mug onto the countertop, you took a quick sip of the drink. it’s warm, contrasting the cold weather outside and the sweet aftertaste lingers on your tongue.

while busy scrolling through your phone, you heard a familiar tune being hummed out through the speakers. glancing at the pianist again, he’s now adjusting the microphone stand so that it’s comfortable enough for him to carry out with his next performance.

I really can't stay

Baby it's cold outside

I gotta go away

Baby it's cold outside

that’s it, a classic favourite of yours, you can listen to it all day. silently enjoying the performance, you gave the barista a quick smile before looking back towards the pianist who’s now singing while looking at the scorebook and his fingers are gracefully running across the keys.

This evening has been

Been hoping that you'd dropped in

So very nice

I'll hold your hands they're just like ice

you could feel his eyes catching on to your lingering ones, making you profusely break eye contact and try to change your vision towards the scene outside, pedestrians wearing thick coats walking back home. sneaking a quick peek at him again, you could see his lips curled upwards, probably a smile.

Get over that old out

Baby it's cold

Baby it's cold outside

before you know it, the song is already over and he finished off the session with a little riff. wait, is he walking towards you now?

“hey, noticed you were staring for quite a long time just now,” he said, taking the empty bar stool next to yours. holy crap, he knows this whole time? you tried to play it cool though, saying that you were simply entertained with his session. an understanding hum escaped his lips before asking the barista for a drink.

“sicheng by the way, dong sicheng. and you?” he rested his elbow against the marble counter, his fingers supporting his leaning head. another mental note, his fingers are slender and beautiful. you simply responded with your name, noticing him slightly nodding at the answer.

“well, are you doing anything on this snowy night?” he asked, sipping lightly from the glass he’s holding.

“and why do you ask?” you raised an eyebrow. only talking for a matter of only five minuted probably, you’re quite cautious about it.

“relax, there’s like a huge christmas tree outside in the park, quite beautiful if you ask me. just wondering if you want to go see it together or some sort,” you considered his offer for a while. well, it’s not like a secluded place or something, it’s a park. also, why not live up a little?

“sure, whatever,” you nodded, finishing up the hot chocolate leftovers inside your mug.

“my lady?” he stuck his hand in front of you. you slightly pushed him away, making him giggle softly.

the lights hanging neatly above the metal posts glimmered all over the park, making it a serene scene. couples and families walk past you, most of them taking pictures of each other. one thing’s for sure, it’s damn freezing out here. even with your thick fur coat and the wool beanie on your head, you’re wishing that you’re resting in a warm and cozy cabin with the fireplace lit and songs playing from the record player. an oddly specific imagination.

“isn’t it pretty?” sicheng voiced out, looking up towards the peak of the tree. a golden, illuminating star rested on the very top, its light reflecting onto his eyes. you noticed that it looks like little stars are twinkling inside his eyes but you don’t tell him, instead letting out a hum of acknowledgement and look up towards the night sky.

“is there something bothering you?” he turned his heels towards you, now having his full attention on you.

“what? no, i’m good. thanks for, um, asking though,” you nodded awkwardly, making him do the same. god, you’re supposed to be on your way home now and you’re still here, with a boy.

you continue making your way through the park, finding yourself in the middle of a snowball fight between little kids. you might’ve noticed it a little too late when someone threw a snowball towards you and hit your left shoulder. it didn’t actually hurt, you were rather surprised by the sudden attack.

“hey, watch it,” sicheng grabbed your hand and led you towards the fenced cliff where you observed people skating on the ice rink.

“do you know how to ice skate?” you looked up towards him, making him slightly tilt his head upon your sudden question.

“i’d say i’m a mid, why?” he then proceeded to nod when you told him about the ice skating platform that you want to try out.

“woah, didn’t know it would be this slippery,” sicheng mumbled out, spreading out his limbs in order to balance himself. meanwhile, you were busy gliding across the rink full of grace, the ice skating lessons you took when you were four turned out to be quite useful.

“you need help, big guy?” you slid towards his side, reaching out onto his waist. that gesture of yours managed to make his breath stutter, now letting out a few fake coughs. he held onto your hands and you led him for a few rounds around the perimeter. when he finally slipped and fell on his hands, you can’t help but snicker a little. he only smiled, looking at how your laugh lights up your whole face.

after god knows how long you’re on the ice rink, you finally checked the time on your watch only to find out that it’s now midnight.

“sicheng, it was nice meeting you tonight but i really need to get home,” you said, legs quickly walking back to the hotel lobby where you haven’t even checked out yet.

“well, i’ll take you home, then,” he offered, heading to the garage to start his engine while you handled the check-out process at the receptionist counter. with the return of the key card, you grabbed your suitcase and walked outside, waiting for sicheng who’s supposedly driving you home tonight. when his car pulled up in front of you, he walked out to help you place your suitcase in the car trunk and opened the passenger door for you.

“so, where to my lady?” he asked, adjusting the position of the rear view mirror and fastened his seatbelt. you keyed in your home address in the search bar of his phone before fastening yours too. he played some music from his phone before following the directions on the app.

“um, you work for the hotel or something?” you managed to make small talk, feeling awkward by how quiet it is.

“nope, only a small gig tonight. you know, nearing christmas so the management wanted something special,” he responded.

“well, you’re good at piano,” you muttered out, making him chuckle.

“thanks for the compliment, you’re a good ice skater, figure skating?”

“no, not anymore at least,” you simply responded. the conversation between you two went on for an estimated 15 minutes before he finally pressed the brakes, now stopping the vehicle in front of your house. the light is now dim, probably because most of the people there are now sound asleep.

“thanks for driving me home, really appreciate your kindness,” you said as sicheng lifted your suitcase out of the trunk.

“nah, no worries. it’s all good,” he walked you to the front gate.

“but for real, maybe we should grab a couple drinks later to, you know, repay you?” you offered.

“is this your way of asking for my number?” he laughed, puffs of breath visibly forming from his mouth. you could feel your cheeks heat up while he effortlessly keyed in his phone number on your phone.

“um, good night and drive safe,” you waved at him from your spot, he’s now fastening his seatbelt.

“good night,” he wished you one last time before drawing his window upwards. his vehicle now leaving you alone, disappearing in a matter of seconds. you smiled at yourself before opening the front door, only to be met by your younger brother who’s watching christmas movies on the television.

“well, well, well. who was that, huh?” he smirked.

“oh, shut up.”

[tinysushimark]

Little Things, LMH

fluff, slight angst in btw, happy ending.

0.354k words.

For you the little things mattered.

The little things made you happy, the small gestures filled your heart with love, the slight nudge of Mark's shoulder against yours in a crowd of people and his sweet smile when he saw it's you, made your heart full.

Whenever he'd hug you from behind while you cooked, made your heart flutter, his small efforts of trying to learn how to cook made you happy.

Because for you, the small things mattered.

Mark's smile and laugh when you played a wrong chord on the guitar even after he had taught you multiple times made you happy, because he'd wrap his arms around yours and teach you again, his small praises when you got the chord right, kept you going.

Your small arguments about food made your heart full, because you knew that you could tell him what you want at any given time, no matter how trivial it might be. He'd usually comply with what you wanted and that made you feel over the moon.

But you didn't know that because of the little things, you lost control over the big things.

You knew it when he had walked away from you that it was because of the little things that he had left, and it was because of the little things that he always stayed in your heart.

Asking to try again was a big thing, and you still loved it, because you knew, if it's him, you'll be alright. He made you love the big things too.

And slowly and steadily, every small detail became huge, and he became the star of your life.

Your eyes glimmered when you watched him walk ahead hand in hand with your daughter, a smile on his face while he called out for you to walk faster to catch up to them.

And that is when you remembered again, it's the small things that mattered, so this very moment was special.

And you giggled and ran over to both the people you'd give your life up for.

Because even in these small moments, your love grew second by second.

Read More: Masterlist

Networks: @superm-net @nct-frathouse @knet-bakery @pretty-neos

[tinysushimark]

Fluff, Jisung X Female reader, mentions of Jaemin, 0.390k words

His arms hung to his sides aimlessly, his feet dragging around behind you while you moved around the kitchen to grab the ingredients. When you were stirring the onion in the wok you felt his arms around you, his head was set on your shoulder ever so slightly. Your eyes fell upon him and his eyes widened as if he were caught in an act of doing something hideous. "Ah, you probably don't like-" Jisung mumbled and pulled away, "I'm sorry, I will take care of it, you don't like back hugs." Jisung rambled and you turned around to face him.

He was flustered and his hands had lost their way, he didn't know where to settle them and he grew anxious because your stare was lingering a little too long for his own liking. His eyes bore holes into the ground, his tall figure looking all too small for once.

You walked closer to him and tiptoed, you held his neck softly and pulled his face down, a kiss planted on his cheek and the deep shade of red had shown only when you had your arms around his waist. "I love back hugs, Jisung." 

"Okay." He said softly in your hair and combed it with his long fingers. "And I love you." You said and Jisung stopped in his position.

Ever since the beginning you were always the one who said all the things first. Jisung was too shy to tell you that he liked you, Jaemin was the one who told you and you had asked Jisung yourself if it was true. The boy had nodded his head multiple times. When he was friends with you he was different, he would endlessly talk all day, but  you noticed that ever since he became your boyfriend things became different. He was quiet, and he enjoyed being in silence around you.

Sometimes his silence would convey more than his words, the soft squeeze of his hands, the gentle pat on the head, when he would stare at your form unintentionally, all of these things made you fall in love with him even more.

The slight blush on his cheeks grew deeper when your lips met his in a soft kiss. His hands shakily held your waist and you smiled in between.  "I love you Jisung." 

"I love you more." 

Networks: @knet-bakery @pretty-neos @superm-net @nct-frathouse @kflixnet

Read More: Masterlist

[yunopouts]

[6:47 pm] “Oh no…” your eyes widened at the sound coming from the other room. “Oh no, no, no...” Renjun watched with confused eyes as you shot off your bed.

“What?” He asked, setting his lap desk in the now empty space beside him.

“That’s not good…” you mumbled, speed walking out the door like a programmed robot.

Renjun trailed behind you as you made your way across the apartment. With a hand closed around the knob, you pushed open the door, revealing a guy with black hair in a white hoodie and sweats, sitting on the floor surrounded by papers with mind twisting equations on them.

“Why is he laughing like that?” Renjun whispered to his classmate.

“It’s a coding breakdown.” You replied through the manic laughter that was pouring out of the other boy’s mouth. “Jaemin,” you said with a bitterly sweet smile. “Jaemin, sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t find the longest path! Haha! Y/N, I can’t find the longest path!” The papers in his hands crinkled as a slightly psychotic expression appeared on his face. He shook the scribbled papers in the air as he repeated his words over, and over again.

“You haven’t slept in days,” you told him. “Maybe it’s the reason you haven’t found the path; maybe your brain is too tired?”

“Ha! Haha! You really think that’s it? You really think programming a computer built from scratch would exhaust me?”

“Y-yeah, I think it would.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Renjun muttered under his breath.

“What number is the path starting from?” You slowly got closer to him, crouching down until your butt touched the floor.

“Two… it’s starting from two.” Jaemin’s voice had lowered now.

“Good,” you sighed, scooting in so that you were shoulder to shoulder. “So if the path starts from two, then the longest path would be, two-three-four-five-six-seven.” You explained.

It didn’t occur to you that the room fell silent until you felt the slightest movement on your shoulder. In your peripheral vision you could see one half of Jaemin’s head on your shoulder, making you smile softly.

Humming lightly, you set the papers down and leaned your head on top of his, letting your eyes flutter shut.

Minutes later, when Renjun had entered the room after his phone call, he spotted the two of you on the floor, tangled together, surrounded by papers and computer parts.

“There’s a perfectly good bed less than three centimetres away.” He rolled his eyes and exited the room again.

[yunopouts]

feelings - s. johnny

-> fuck-ish boy! johnny x close friend/fuck-ish girl! reader, mentions of crushing! jaehyun x fwb! reader (not any smut w/ them sorry), mentions of johnny x ex-"gf" but not really a gf

-> era! sticker (like a stickahh stickahh stickahh)

-> pwop, hook-up to crushes? (does that even exist)

-> w: oral (m receiving even though i SUCK at writing blowjobs), unprotected sex (practice with condoms to make sure everyone involved is safe please!), creampie, cursing, alcohol consumption, tiniest bit of aftercare

-> a/n: i was sweating when i wrote this. not for a sexual reason. i was wearing a sweater and sweat pants under a weighted blanket and a duvet and a heating pad cause i have the shittiest period cramps.

Sitting alone, Johnny was staring at people's shoes.

Normally he would be among the sweaty bodies, dancing with them. Instead, he was squishing himself up against the armrest of the couch, nursing an almost empty bottle of beer- trying to stay as far away as possible from the couple eating each other's mouths next to him.

The sound of her hand slapping his cheek echoed through Johnny’s ears, the skin on his face beginning to burn at the thought. Behind his eyelids flashed the moments he watched her eyes fill with tears before she stormed out of the party.

“Why the long face?” a voice pulled the man from his thoughts.

Dragging his eyes up from the ground, they met a familiar smaller figure, scanning your appearance before finally meeting your eyes. Giving you a small smile, he shrugged and with a sigh, you turned to the couple making out. “Get lost, dementors.” you snarled at them. When they looked up at you, your arms crossed over your chest. “That’s right, I watched Harry Potter. Now move it or lose it, shaggers.”

Once they’d scurried away, you sat down next to the man, spreading his legs slightly as you pulled his knee closer to your side.

“What’s up, John?” your voice was soft and when he looked at you, his eyes gave it all away. “Did you break up with Soojin? Fuck, man, are you okay.”

“I’m fine… I didn’t like her much, so it was gonna happen anyways.” he replied, bringing the glass bottle to his lips and tilted his head back, emptying the golden liquid into his mouth.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I had to end things with Jaehyun.”

“What? Why?”

“He cornered me tonight and confessed, telling me he wanted to be ‘more than friends’.” Johnny groaned at the thought. “I told him when we first started this whole thing that it was strictly physical. It just sucks cause the sex was good.” you huffed, a pout growing on your lips.

“Well, you know what they say.” Johnny sighed, taking a final swig of the alcohol.

“I don’t actually, I don’t know what they say, John.” your tone made the man laugh softly.

“Some people were made to be loved… and well, others just make it.”

“Making love.” you repeated. “I’ve always hated that expression. Like what if it’s not love? What if it’s just feelings-- but ones that aren’t love.”

“Sex feelings.” you hummed at his statement.

“That’s exactly how I’d explain it.”

“I have sex feelings.”

“Me too.”

“Wanna act on those feelings?” Johnny eyed you. “It’ll be the best half-drunk hook up of your life.” A low giggle left your lips as Johnny’s hand creeped over to yours, his large palm enclosing on the back of your hand. “What d’ya say, huh?” his head turning to look at you.

As you leaned in, he stopped you with his words. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I will let you give me the best half-drunk hook up of my life.” you chuckled.

“Good girl.” his voice was deep and another hand reached up to cup your jaw, bringing your lips into contact with his.

It was a heavy kiss, but it was good; his tongue tasted like beer as it slid over yours and explored your mouth. It was a shame it only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away, taking you by the hand and standing you up.

The man led you from the living room, up the stairs, and to his room-- which was thankfully empty.

He slammed the door shut and pressed your back against it as he pushed his lips back on to yours, one hand roaming your body as the other blindly worked to lock the entrance to his room.

You hurried out of your shirts, leaving you both half naked. Shoving him back slightly you got down on your knees, unbuckling his belt and undoing his button and zipper before tugging his pants down.

Your hand grazed over the tent in his boxers enjoying the semi-powerful feeling that was coursing through your veins.

“Stop being a tease.” Johnny grumbled. He caught sight of the small smirk on your face and was about to say something else when the rush of his boxers being pulled down caught him off guard. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt the warmth and wetness of your tongue on his tip.

Your grip on the base of his cock was loose but there were times as you took him in deeper, where you squeezed your hand just a tiny bit tighter- sending a shock through him. Each time that happened, the hand in your hair jerked your forwards and forced you to take his length deeper into your throat.

Your tongue slid out as you brought his tip as far in your throat it could reach, your nose eventually meeting his pelvis.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Your moan almost sent the man into euphoria as the vibrations made every sense in him tingle. His eyes trailed down, catching your gaze as you stared up at him; the image was so lewd- you bobbed your head slowly, your cheeks hollowing enough to show your cheekbones, the saliva dripping your mouth that was slowly making its way down your chin and to your neck. Your hands that looked too small for him, both wrapped around his dick, wrists working in a circular motion for added pleasure.

It was only for a moment that his eyes closed before they opened and met yours as he came down from his high.

“You’re really good at giving head.” Johnny gulped, helping you up with his hand, the other swiping some saliva from under your lips.

“Thank you,” you replied with the same breathlessness as him, stumbling backwards towards the bed.

His arms squeezed around your torso as you fell on to the mattress, which was oddly comforting, but you let the thought go as the feeling of your pants being tugged down stole your attention. His soft grunts told you to lift your hips, pulling off the suffocating jean material.

Johnny met your eyes as you slowly took off the white lace that covered your core, a question silently popping in the air. He scoffed when you shook your head and leaned in.

“Did you plan on fucking me before hand?”

“No, Jae was finger fucking me when he confessed.”

“And you walked out on him?” he asked, hands moving to your back and unclasped your bra.

“Well having sex with him would’ve been awkward and rude.” you cocked your head to the side, giving Johnny more room to kiss down your neck. “I don’t need to be known as the girl who leads people on.” the man hummed against your skin as he adjusted himself to your entrance.

Your breath caught in your throat as his member entered you, but a soft hand smoothed against your cheek, calming you down. He slowly began to move, mumbling questions like “Is this fine?” and “Do you want me to go slower?”

“Mm.. no; faster.” you leaned into the warmth of Johnny’s palm, which he found endearing.

He picked up the pace ever so slightly, pulling back to marvel at the sight before his eyes. Your smaller frame underneath him, rocking every time he thrusted into you; your hands half the size of his, reaching up to claw at his skin; the way your back arched each time his cock hit a particular spot-- everything was just as it should be.

Your encouraging moans caused something to stir inside Johnny. Gripping your hips tightly, he lifted them to an angle that took your breath away. “J-johnny.” you hiccupped, hands squeezing the sheets enough to discoulour your knuckles. “Fuck, right there, right there.”

The speed of Johnny’s hips picked up once again, forcing you down to your shuddering orgasm. The tightness of your pussy and how you clenched around his member brought the man to his own, emptying his seed into you.

It wasn’t until the morning after, that your eyes opened again.

“Here, drink this.” Johnny said, handing you a water bottle.

“Where’d you get the straw.” you snorted before sipping the liquid.

“I got Mark to run one up for me.” he shrugged, sitting in the small space between your legs and the edge of his bed. The man turned to you, eyes soft. “How you feeling, hm?” he asked, his hand meeting your cheek once again. “You passed out after we finished.”

“I’m good.” you replied with the same amount of softness in your voice.

“Good,” the smallest smile gracing his lips. His wet, slicked back hair told you that he’d already showered. “There’s a bath waiting for you,” he stated as he took you by the hand, helping you to stand.

You both giggled lightly at your limping as you made your way to the bathroom, the soft noises growing louder as you struggled to get inside the bathtub.

“If you need anything, just yell.” he crouched beside you, placing a soft kiss to the side of your head.

Alone with yourself, you felt an odd feeling form in the pit of your stomach.

Sitting on his bed, Johnny felt it too, scoffing at the realization. “Guess I have to ask her out.” he sighed and continued to scroll through his phone.

[lovelyminnieee]

Drive- M.L

Pairing: Sub!mark x female!reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff (if you squint)

Warnings: Lingerie, Semi public sex, humiliation kink, sex toy(s), Mistress kink, nicknames, mark's exibitionism kink showing, degrading, orgasm denial, begging, overstimulation, tempting, grinding (if you squint), boob play, a lot of boob play, fingering, penetration, teasing, mirror kink, spit play (sorry if I missed any)

Words: 2.7 K

A/n: Sub!Mark refused to leave me alone so here you go.

Taglist: @sparklysung, @tryingtolovemaself, @rteii, @mi-rae07

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Come out dressed in that white lingerie i like

That’s what your message said. Mark knew what was coming, he was going to get punished. He wasn’t a good boy today, and he knows it. He misbehaved, and raised his voice at you, and even broke something in that anger. He regretted it instantly, but didn’t show that then. But he knew, when he did it, when he looked at your face, that he was absolutely fucked. And the reason was...well, unreasonable. He found another man’s smell on you, but then soon realised that it was for himself. Well, that scent was his birthday gift, coming birthday gift. You had gone to trial it for today, and you really thought he wouldn’t notice the layered scents. But he did, and something broke out. Well, the good part is, you two did make up. You did tell him that and you did make up, but his punishment was definitely not going anywhere.

The more i wait, the less you cum. Out, now.

He shuddered at the message, staring down at it before it really registered in his mind. Oh he wouldn’t be cumming if he was a minute late, you don’t like that. Putting his phone down, he rushed to get on the white lace on his body before he pulled on a coat. He rushed downstairs, tousling his hair to calm it.

He quickly spotted your car and came to the window, knocking on it.

“13 minutes.” you roll down the window, a sharp look in your eyes. Mark lowers his gaze, looking elsewhere, anywhere, to avoid you.

“Get in.” he jogged around the car and closed the door behind him as he got in, shuffling to hide the lingerie under his thin coat.

“What took you so long?” your voice was unexpectedly sharp. Mark stayed silent, wanting to avoid as many questions as possible.

“I asked you a question, answer me.” you slowly started driving, quite aimlessly so.

“Sorry.” Mark mumbled out and you almost buckled for a second. Mark looked guilty, you almost forgot what he did for a second.

“Coat off, throw it into the back seat.” Mark shot his head up to look at you, alarmed.

“Here?”

“Yes.” you watched his fingers hesitantly undo the tie of the coat, throwing it into the back seat. Your eyes ravished every part of his body, covered in the prettiest white lace. The faint colors of the marks you made were visible on his skin, making him possibly even sexier.

Your finger runs along his thigh, and he shivers a little. It’s quite cold outside, and you're considerate enough to turn up the heater in the car.

“Get onto your knees.” Mark obeyed silently. Was it wrong to say he was enjoying every minute of this humiliation? Your car windows were hardly tinted and if anyone looked through, they would probably see him on his knees.

You reached into the front compartment of the car, and pulled out a vibrator. A shiver rushed up his spine, only this time, it was excitement and anticipation.

You quickly found a way to park temporarily at the side of the road, preparing to play with him a little. You reached over and subtly pulled out his hard cock, watching his expressions twist.

“Already so hard, sweetheart? Excited, are we?” you eyed him, his blushed figure staying still. His hands wanted to reach out to you, and you could see them struggling to stay put.

“Hands stay down until I say so.” you said, teasing his slit with your fingers.

“F-fuck-”

“Mistress. Call me Mistress.” his glossy eyes looked at you and mouthed the words silently, and you let a smile upon your face.

“Go on, baby. Say it,” you encouraged him, your hand now working slowly on his dick.

“M-mistress,” he whimpered, throwing his head back against the seat.

“Sit up,” he sat up, his legs now resting flat on the floor comfortably. The leather was cold against his skin, but he didn’t mind.

You held the vibrator up to his cock, turning it on at the lowest setting. A string of curses and whimpers left his lips as he bucked his hips against the seat, hands scratching at the leather.

“Were you a good boy today, pup?” you asked, scarily calm as you dragged the vibrator along the underside of his cock.

It took him a long moment to answer.

“N-no, was bad today,” he said, his voice horse. The setting of the vibrator was enough to give him pleasure, but just not enough to get him to his orgasm.

“What did you do, pup?”

“Shouted, misbehaved, b-broke something,” he mumbled, head pressed against the seat. God, it was so embarrassing cause anyone could see him writhing in pleasure if they looked through that window. It was so embarrassingly hot.

“Are you sorry?” you raised the setting just a little higher, hearing a gasp leave his throat.

“Sorry, pup is sorry, mistress,” he whined, a hand clasping his mouth after. He couldn’t be too loud, he didn’t want people to see. Or did he?

He just wanted his release, but you wouldn’t let him have it. Not that easily.

“You’re just a whore, aren’t you? You want people to hear you, you want people to see you, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes please,” he mumbled out, his mind lustfully hazed. He couldn’t think, not when his mind was being so messed with.

You casually raised the setting. A frustrated tear drips down his cheeks.

“You want to attract attention, don’t you, you attention seeking whore?” you pressed the vibrator against his tip, watching as he neared his orgasm.

“’m close, ‘m so close, mistress,” Mark whined, grinding up against the viberator. You pull away the vibrator, and he gasps, the oncoming orgasm gone.

“You don’t get to cum that easily, pup.” you smirk, setting another vibrator on his cock. He flinched a little and pulled away, making your gaze soften.

“You can use your safe word anytime, okay baby?” you kiss his cheek softly, smiling. You never wanted to push him off his limits, no matter what punishment.

He nodded and smiled, adjusting his hips, hands anywhere but on his cock.

“You won’t touch yourself, am I clear?”

“Yes, mistress,” he agreed. You switched his vibrator on low, driving off yet again.

A few more oragasm denials later, he was begging to cum. Pleading with tears in his eyes, oh hell wasn’t that a beautiful sight.

“How many did you lose?”

“Three, please. Mistress, want to cum so hard, please,” desperate and delirious Mark was your favorite.

“Okay, I’ll let you cum.” and you turned it to the highest, making him cum almost all too suddenly.

Stopping at signals was the most embarrassing thing Mark has been through, he can guarantee. Trying to keep quiet as he came all over the seats, as he got pushed into overstimulation, and trying not to attract others attention. He was already attracting enough with his looks, all the embarrassment going straight to his dick.

“M-mistress, I can’t anymore, please,” Mark whimpered, letting his sounds flow feely. He couldn’t care less, the feeling of the vibrations too much for him now.

“I thought you wanted to cum, baby,” you pout mockingly, eyes on the road.

“Too much, please,” he whines, his hands floating over the vibrator.

“Don’t even think about taking it off.” you growled.

“Please,” his tears slow from his eyes, his legs actively shaking. Hell, this sight was too much for you, your black underwear was probably all wet with your slick. Your fingers would slip in at the easiest if you try.

“How many times did you cum?”

“F-four,” he stutters, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Ding ding,” your hand pressed that same button, and the buzzing stopped. A sigh of relief left his lips, hands relaxing. He was still shaking, but a lot less. Exhaustion took over his body, and he slumped against the seat.

“Sorry about that, mistress.” he whispered, and you leaned in to press a quick kiss on his forehead.

“My baby, don’t worry about it, okay?” you smiled.

“What about you, mistress?” he asked you, and you looked back at him. You realise you probably have a stain on your leggings and on the leather seat from your wetness, you’re absolutely sure you soaked through.

“Let’s just get home for now, okay?” you smiled, glancing at him. He nodded as he closed his eyes, and slowly slipped into sleep. You got the jacket from behind as you gently covered him with it, watching him sleep as you stopped in traffic. He looked almost all too beautiful, fucked out and exhausted.

“I love you, baby. I love you so much,” you took his hands in yours and kissed each of his fingers with the most delicate care.

“My beautiful, beautiful, baby. All mine,”

The traffic lights turned yellow, and you got ready to drive again, his hand in yours.

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“I’ve got you, baby.” you cleaned him up, wiping all the dried cum off.

“Come here, please?” he made grabby hands, pouting. You giggled softly before laying down next to him, discarding the cloth that was previously in your hand. He pecked your lips once, and pecked them twice. Giggling in between, he kissed you for real this time, his lips perfectly in sync with yours.

“What’s up? Why-” kiss “are you like this?” you giggled, tucking an arm around his waist.

“You can use me, you know...to your pleasure.” he stated, his eyes staring all the way down to your breasts and up.

“Oh baby, I told you-”

“I know you want to, mistress. Do it, use me,” he tempted you, and you take a second. You already broke him today, do you really want to do it again? Hell yeah. And you have his permission so maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“Baby, you don’t want to tempt me,”

“Maybe I do,” his fingers run up your thigh, settling perfectly between your thighs.

“You’re so wet, mistress,” he slowly rubs his fingers back and forth, and you sigh in pleasure.

You flip him over, now on top of him.

“You really don’t give up, do you?” he smiled, shaking his head. His fingers slowly unbuttoned your button up, watching with excitement. If there was anything Mark liked doing when you were cuddling or just chilling, it was to fondle and suck on your breasts. And you would let him cause you love it.

“Mistress has really pretty tits, love them so much,” he pressed a kiss onto the top of your breasts, burying his face into it. You were quick to get rid of your shirt and bra, only left with your stained black leggings.

“Up, sit up,” you were breathless, his fingers playing with your nipples.

He sits up against the headboard and you straddle his lap, left only in your underwear.

“Touch me, Mark. Touch me all you like,” you whispered into Mark’s ear, and he released a shaky breath. His fingers sneak down your back, and lower under the waistband of your underwear. He adjusts his hands enough so he could touch you with his thumb, just good enough.

You take in a sharp breath as his thumb grazes your clit, his fingers slowly dipping into your wetness.

“You’re so wet, mistress,” he whispered as his finger pressed against your clit, your back arched. A finger pressed against your opening, not going in just yet.

“Baby, tease me and you won’t cum next time,” you mumble and he actively dips his finger in, making you sigh shakily. Hell, his fingers felt so good inside you. The sounds that echoed as his fingers entered and left you were to say the least, sinful. His eyes were eagerly watching you, watching your every expression and hell, he couldn’t put into words how much he loved seeing your expressions.

“Shit, stop,” you held onto his hand, and he looked confused.

“Want to cum all over your cock,” his face lit up in some way, and a sly smile covered his features. You moved back briefly to get rid of your underwear, giving him a flash of your pussy.

“Hell,” he breathed out, his palm over his dick. You moved forward on your fours, slowly slipping off his boxers to somewhere in the room. His cock was hard, pre-cum beading at his tip.

“Oh baby,” you whisper, your hands running up and down his thighs. His eyes are everywhere, on your boobs, on your face, your ass, everywhere. He notices the mirror sitting behind you, and he can see your pussy on display.

“Mistress,” he takes your face into his hands, and kisses you. His lips collide with yours messily, spit everywhere. You straddle him again, his cock pressing against your wetness.

You break the kiss and the way he stares at you just as you break the kiss makes you want to go over the edge, but you don't.

“So dirty, messy little slut,” you press your fingers to his lips and pry his mouth open. He opens his mouth almost volunteeringly, eager. You spit into his mouth, going ahead and giving him an open mouth kiss.

“Swallow,” he moans as he swallows your spit, his hands restlessly grabbing you.

“That’s a good boy, hmm?” you kiss him again, messy. Pulling away, you position yourself on top of him, pumping his cock a few times before sinking down, letting a moan and a sigh slip past your lips.

“Fuck yeah,” Mark throws his head back, a deep moan slipping past his lips.

“So good,” you moan, slowly grinding his hips against yours. He was a decent size, good enough to drive you over the edge.

“Shit, so tight, mistress, so good,” he mumbles quierly, lips reaching forward to catch a nipple in his mouth. You clenched around him unintentionally, and a moan sounded from his chest. His eyes peeked at the mirror he’d noticed earlier, and the sight was so hot he almost came right then.

“Yes, baby, louder,” you whispered, riding his cock like it was the last thing you’ll do. It felt so good, you couldn’t deny it.

“Mistress,” he moaned, and you smiled, reaching for his lips. Intertwining tongues, you kissed him until you were breathless and close to cumming. His finger on your clit rubbing and his cock was too much for you, and you felt the familiar tinge at your pussy.

“God, yes, Y/n,” your name spilled from his lips, his face buried in your boobs.

Your pants and moans echoed throughout the otherwise empty house as you neared your orgasm, sounds from both of you getting more desperate.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he came right as he finished his sentence, triggering your orgasm as he filled you up. A sweet high pitched moan left his throat as your legs shook, you hanging onto him.

You both take a moment to calm your breaths and be astound of the world again, lost in pleasure for those moments.

“That...was great,” you kiss his forehead, leaning onto him.

“Hmm, that was good.” he agreed, your sweaty bodies stuck to each other. You still hadn’t pulled off of him, and you could feel him soften inside of you.

“Shit, we made such a mess,” you giggled, moving off of him. He leaned back against the headboard, sweaty and naked. You laid down, exhausted and tired, your legs unstable.

“Babyyy,” Mark called out as he cuddled down to you, snuggling up against you. You giggled as his fingers passed by a ticklish spot as you moved to cover you two with the blanket, tired.

“Hmm?”

“I loved today. Even though that was my punishment, I had fun,” he smiled, his eyes beaming.

“Glad I could be of service, baby,” you kissed his forehead.

“Good night, Y/nnie, I love you,”

“Good night, baby. I love you so much, my beautiful angel,” you caressed his back, slowly listening to his silent snores. He looked absolutely adorable as he slept, you couldn’t deny that. You could stare at him for the whole night, if you weren’t sleepy right now. Your eyes slowly fell closed, and with him in your arms, it was easy for you to fall asleep.

[tinysushimark]

The One Mistake (LMH)

married markieee au! Mark X Fem reader, they have daughter uwu

Tw: No eating (?), Wc- 0.654k

"Mumma!" Your daughter yelled and ran to you, "Hi baby!" You said and picked her up in your arms. Your five year old looked rather excited than usual and it made you happy. You knew why she was happy and you couldn't help but smile when you entered the living room and saw Mark sitting down at the couch. "Hi." You said and kissed his cheek, "Me too!" Your daughter said excitedly and kissed your husband's cheek. Mark just giggled when you sat down next to him and lay your head on his shoulder.

"And then dad showed me this!" Your daughter said and picked up a ukulele in her hand, you smiled at her and Mark guided her on what he taught her. "That's so cute! What did you guys eat?" You asked and Mark's smile vanished instantly. "Shit." Mark mumbled and your eyes widened. "Shit!" Your daughter repeated after him and you grabbed her from his lap. "No baby, that's a bad word. Dad used a bad word! Don't say it again, okay?"

"Okay mom!"

"You guys didn't eat?"

"We did, I think." Mark mumbled and you tilted your head to the side in anger. "You think?"

"I told you there's food in the fridge!" You said and opened the fridge angrily. "Look at all this food! You didn't feed my daughter the entire day?" You yelled at Mark while he just stood there in the corner and looked down. "I swear I thought we ate." Mark tried explaining but you just sighed. "Mark, why are you like this?" You said and hugged him. "Why am I like this? Why did you marry me when I'm like this?" Mark asked and patted your head and you watched your daughter walking around while dragging her feet. "She walks like you."

"She talks like you." Mark said and kissed your cheek.

"Her eyes are like yours."

"Her nose is like yours." Mark mumbled against your hair and you just chuckled, "My nose is my best feature."

"Can we get new takeout food instead of eating all of those leftovers?" Mark asked as he swung you side to side in his arms. "But-"

"Or it could be a family dinner." Mark said and you nodded. "We can have a family dinner tomorrow."

"No, today." Mark said and walked towards your daughter who was playing in her dollhouse.

"Come on, Anne! We're going out."

"Mark, no-"

"Momma please?" Your daughter said and you couldn't help yourself but nod. "Papa will do my hair!" She squealed and sat down on the floor with a comb and Mark just chuckled emptily, "Babe, I don't know how-"

"Anne, Papa has to get ready too! Come here I'll do your hair." You said and called her over but she pouted again, "Mom you always do it. I want dad to do it."

"Dad will do your hair later, come here baby." You said and called her over again but she stubbornly slid her head on Mark's thigh and looked at Mark who was sitting there clueless. He nodded and combed her hair softly not knowing what to do next, he looked at you for any sort of validation. You nodded at him and got him a hair clip, he smiled and put the hair clip on Anne, "Done." He said and smiled at her. "But dad, I want a pony."

"No, baby you look good like this. Look, you have a pony in your clip." Mark explained to her and smiled.

When you were walking out of the house you looked at Mark who was collecting things he needed before going out. "She would never listen to me if I told her she doesn't need a pony."

"She's my daughter." Mark laughed and kissed your cheek, "I hope she doesn't keep her children hungry like you."

"That was the one mistake-"

A/n: Pls do not be inspired by Mark if you're a parent 😾😾

Networks: @pretty-neos @superm-net @knet-bakery @nct-frathouse

Read More: Masterlist

[armysantiny]

Assistance - XDJ

P: Dejun (Xiaojun) x male reader - WayV | G: fluff, angst?, drabble | Inc: school!au, platonic pairing, having a focal aura/seizure, epilepsy, throwing up, mentions of a migraine | Wc: 523 | W: epilepsy, seizures, throwing up | R: PG

Summary: Stuck in the middle of presenting his ideas to the class, y/n’s struck by unfortunate coincidence as his focal auras begin, removing his sight and leaving his body spasming. Embarrassed, the high school student couldn’t be more grateful that Dejun’s there to help.

Minnie’s notes: This specific drabble is literally lifted from a seizure I had in my drama class back in year 8. Tldr; I was doing a drama sketch with my group and I started having a seizure as I was reciting my lines. I tried to continue as normal but then I couldn’t and had to be taken out of class :(( (I remember this really vividly-)

DS: epileptic reader masterlist

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