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[sakuurae]

Hello! I love your blog like literally you're one of the three people I have post notifs for and my heart swelled when I saw all the notifications about you posting again 🥺sorry about being a silent reader hhhh But um,,, I was wondering if you'd write a #5 on the soft summer prompts list for mark lee 👉🏼👈🏼

Aaah :’ ) youre so kind my heart is swelling !! I finished the drabble here !!

[sakuurae]

upon the firefly garden

pairing: mark lee & reader insert prompt: 5; fireflies includes: fluff wc: 1.5k a/n: Parts of my heart and soul were poured into this, and also i like fireflies :> im pretty content with this too !!

from the soft summer drabbles; for @zhengtongue !!

One of the best parts about summertime was the spontaneous adventures. Whether they were unplanned road trips or impulsive plans to check out a new lookout spot, you were willing to do anything out of desperation of living the season of heat’s life to the fullest. Rather than lazing on your bed, wasting days in the comfort of your home, you found the outdoors far more pleasing than staring at a screen, binge watching old shows.

Oh, and because Mark Lee spent these summer days with you. In fact, he instigated a grand fraction of the plans that had you living in the outdoors than indoors.

Mark was a good friend of yours—a best friend that had its relationship spark from day one. From the mutual way of communication known as severe sarcasm and an interest in video games, the two of you bonded instantly and expeditiously. No one thought you and Mark would become the friends that you were today—the two dorks who used to waste daylight indoors now becoming outdoor adventurers—but it happened, and you were grateful.

The admirable sentiments you experienced with Mark were given. How could you not develop an attraction to your best friend when he was constantly lingering around you, communicating with you at your highest and lowest? The impulsive summer trips that were prompted by out of the blue phone calls never helped.

That was how you ended up at a place you had never seen before, unknown to the town you resided in. The area was practically a summit point; it was the highest point in your small town overlooking the world below. Hidden among the trees and past a labyrinthine of shrubs, Mark led you to an area filled with lush grass to waste the night light speaking about a ton of dumb stuff—as always. As you rested on the greenery you stared up into the world above, fascinated by every aster. No matter how many times you witnessed the lovely sight, it was impossible to grow tired of the view.

“So I’m guessing you like the spot?” Mark asked you with a soft smile. He was sitting criss cross, his guitar resting on his thigh as his hand held the neck loosely. Recently, he finished playing a riff, like he was creating background music suitable for the night.

You turned your head to look at the boy, only to be met with an angelic image that burned into your mind. “Yeah, I like it. You always seem to know the best places in this town—and I’ve lived here longer than you.”

Mark chuckled. “Because I wander a lot. I’m happy I can drag you with me these days.”

“You’re not dragging me,” you flipped to lay on your stomach, facing the boy’s direction, “I’m here because I want to.”

For a moment, you could have sworn you saw Mark’s eyes widen ephemerally, and if it was not for the bright moonlight that illuminated the summit, you would have never caught the cherry hues that swirled at his ears. Or maybe it was cold. Who could tell?

“Right,” he muttered. With the corners of his lips curved upwards, he fingered another tune on his guitar.

Hearing him play the instrument he loved dearly was always pleasant. No matter what he found delight in creating tunes or playing some classic songs; consequently, it made you feel equally satisfied. As he recited a melody, you closed your eyes and tilted your head to the sky. While the summer breeze whistled through the canopy of leaves and the cicadas in the distance sang as if they were accompanying your friend, you found solace in the middle of a summer night.

But the mellifluous refrain ceased abruptly, leaving its dulcet echo in the air like a phantom wandering the night. The sudden halt confused you, but so did the sound of astonishment that left Mark’s lips.

“Whoa…” he trailed off.

You heard him place the guitar down on the grass, which caused you to open your eyes. A part of you expected a captivating comet to soar across the sky, as they normally would if this was a television show or a corny movie, and another fragment ached to have Mark look your way, perceiving you equally angelic as you did with him. Though, you were met with something paramount to both aspirations.

Before you and your friend, and beyond the dip of the valley, were clusters of fireflies igniting the darkness of the night. Every glow bug left a trail of yellow, only to have it dissipate within seconds. There were numerous fireflies that night, and they all scattered across the field like they were coming together to form a picture that was worth a thousand words.

Astonished, you looked at your friend. His mouth was agape as he lifted a hand—a call to the fireflies. Hypnotized by the sight, the sentiment of raw joy painted on his features, which made your heart skip a couple of beats.

“Mark—”

You cut yourself off when the blanket of light flew upwards in synchronization, more insects illuminating the sky a few at a time. Maybe it was the tunnel vision you had with the boy or perhaps he was blessed, but it seemed like the fireflies were dancing around Mark, attracted to him as you were. The glowing insects appeared to be making a sanctuary surrounding you two, irradiating every piece of darkness.

Mark let out an airy laugh, amused by the flooding of miniature lights. “I’ve never seen fireflies before,” he said, his voice nearly a whisper like he cared about disturbing the peace of each firefly.

“Neither have I…” you admitted, sitting up. Your head turned left and right; you looked up to the sky and back down the field. The light show was surreal. Every glowing insect acted as an ornament of the night, casting a warm glow to the greenery.

Your eyes found its way to Mark, and the sight alone was phantasmagorical. A couple fireflies flew onto him and the guitar by his side, and he froze. The blood in his body was almost ice as he did not want to disturb the delicate creatures. Though, when he met your gaze, he burst out in a fit of laughter, which sent the insects on an excursion to the stretching sky like embers from a raging fire.

The lights were disappearing bit by bit as time passed. To have this moment last forever was an impossibility, but never had you wanted anything more in your life.

The remaining flickers of the lightning bugs reflected off his features; though, regardless of these illuminations from the world above and the universe you stood upon, his eyes ignited your world. There was so much joy, admiration—every tender sentiment present in his expression. And it was brought out by delicate creatures.

Mark held your gaze as the fireflies trailed into the world above. Bit by bit, the glows were fading. An expression of stupefaction remained, but Mark was more wondered by the sight of you accompanied by fireflies than the insects themselves.

While you were distracted, Mark caught one in his hand, cupping the bug gently. He closed the proximity between you two and held his hands to your face, opening them slowly once he enraptured your attention. Confusion was replaced with amazement as the firefly crawled around his hand, the back of the bug gleaming on and off with shades of the sun.

Yes, the sight of the glimmering insect was captivating, but Mark was unable to take his eyes off you and your face of admiration. He held his breath, unwilling to interrupt the scene. Little did he expect, you locked eyes with him once more, only that time his face was inches away from yours. Aside from the lovely effulgence in the sky, the only illumination was from the bug in his hand, and its flickering danced on both your and his features. However, there was more than the glow of a lightning bug in his eyes. Almost scrutinizing them, you nearly pieced the puzzle together…

But as fast as the fireflies came, they left in a similar manner. Two seconds later, all the fireflies disappeared and you were both left wondering if it was an illusion—a dream come to life. You and Mark watched the lightning bug that once graced his skin soar into the night, the stream of yellow weaving into the stars.

Mark tilted his head your way, his eyes unable to meet yours from the tender moment that was shared. Of course you two were close friends, but to experience a raw, warmhearted feeling was another story he was not prepared for. What was there to say? The show of the fireflies was worth more than a thousand words, yet he could not muster one to break the ice.

Benevolently, you smiled.

When the boy saw your face, he mirrored the same compassionate expression back, his grin as bright as the firefly’s glow.

There was a comfortable silence for a long while, almost until the sunrise. No words were exchanged. However, none were needed to be exchanged for you to realize how he felt.

[sakuurae]

oh my god i’ve missed you so much, i’m so glad you’re back to writing!! don’t push yourself too hard, we’ll be patient! 🥺🥺

Thank you for being so kind ;~; i appreciate it !! I hope to put out more content sooner or later, but for now im stuck writing small drabbles, but i hope its enough to suffice, ehehehe. :>

[mrkslee]

summer vacation kit — mark ♡

[sakuurae]

25 with mr. mark lee? today has been ROUGH and cute mark shit is the only thing that’s helping omg

Im sorry you had a rough day ;~; i tried to finish it the same night, but it got pushed to this morning !! ^~^ I finished it here :>

[sakuurae]

bring on the thunder

pairing: mark lee & reader insert includes: fluff prompt: 25; thunderstorms wc: 1.4k a/n: Im trying ;~; i have large ideas that are hard for me to condense into drabbles !!

part of the soft summer drabbles prompt list; for anon

“It’s the middle of summer”—you sighed as you shut the curtains to the coffee shop you worked at—“and there’s a thunderstorm raging over our city.”

A fit of chuckles left the lips of the only person left in the store, who was an old classmate named Mark Lee. Situated in the softness of a sofa chair in the corner, his feet propped up on the small table, he beamed. “That means we’re trapped here together.”

“We’re only trapped here together because I’m scared of thund—”

Boom.

A clap of thunder cut your sentence off midway, and your face flushed with coral hues out of embarrassment. “Because I’m scared of thunder,” you articulated quickly, as if your statement was a single word.

The boy smirked. “I can’t believe a college student is afraid of thunder.”

Rolling your eyes, you proceeded to buss all the tables in the vicinity. “You’re free to leave any time, you know.”

You locked eyes with your former classmate as you cleaned every surface within the coffee shop. He had a memorable face—not for the reason he was handsome, but due to his charming smile. Quite honestly, you believed that the last you’d see of the boy was when he kissed the class goodbye two quarters ago. To be trapped with him at the coffee shop you worked at was difficult for you to comprehend, especially when he acted like you two were good buddies.

“If you were closer, I’d ask if there was something on my face,” he stated as he broke your reverie. “But you’re staring at me when you’re across the store, so either I’m good looking or you want me to get out of here.”

His comment made you smile—because it was true. Mark Lee was the campus charmer, the neighborhood loverboy. Unfortunately to admit yourself, his prepossessing looks mirrored his equally bewitching personality. It was unfortunate that a conversation was never instigated between the two of you when class was shared, excluding questions about the subject’s content of course. But the moments you shared with Mark, whether it concerned questioning him about formulas or orthodox concepts from lectures, were pleasing.

On the last day of class you had plans to ask him out for coffee, but he exited the door after the final like a raging hurricane, completely finished with wrecking its town. Coincidentally, he had the same demeanor when he entered the cafe you worked at, only to be the last customer to attempt to leave prior to the thunderstorm roaring.

“From your silence,” he cleared his throat, “maybe it’s both?”

Laughing, you brushed off his comment and skirted to the back of the counter, tossing the dirty rag into a bucket of sanitizer. “I’m surprised you remember me.”

Mark shrugged. “How could I not?”

It was foolish that heat made its way to your face; his comment was open-ended. Was it because he found you equally attractive or—

“You bothered me almost every class because you kept on falling asleep mid-lecture,” he finished, teasingly.

“I didn’t sleep all the time. Just sometimes,” you retaliated.

“Right.”

Soon, you grabbed two clean mugs and prepared a latte for you and the boy. The final drinks of the night; though, you had to say sharing a cup of coffee at ten in the evening was more bewitching than alcoholic beverages. Steadily, you poured the milk foam and crafted a swan as its art. When you set the cup down in front of your former classmate, you beamed, proud of your work.

“It’s on the house. The storm doesn’t look like it’d clear up any time soon and I think we both need to be awake to make it back home,” you ordered as you plopped in the chair across from him.

Mark took the cup in his hand, the heat of its ceramic warming his skin. The corners of his lips quirked upwards at your design, and for a moment you felt proud. That was, until he spoke. “Is this an apple?”

Annoyed, you placed your mug down. “It’s a swan!”

“Maybe it’ll look like a swan if I’m five shots in.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so annoying if I was five shots in.”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m annoying?”

Instantly, you bit the corner of your lip. “No, I didn’t mean it like that.”

The boy took a sip of his drink. “I’m kidding. Hey, this is actually pretty good. I never took you as the type to be an expert barista.”

“What did you expect?”

There was a brief pause before Mark proceeded. His eyes met yours as the cup of coffee met his lips. “I took you as an attractive person in class that I’d never say anything more to other than answering questions about class.”

“Wha—”

Boom.

The thunder was loud enough for it to rattle your insides, and your hands trembled, nearly causing you to drop the mug the second you lifted it from the table. Your eyes clamped shut like the darkness would protect you from the storm outside, but in that moment you found Mark’s thoughts of your irrational fear of thunder more dreadful. Steadily, you peered at your former classmate expecting to see an expression of domineerance; however, his face was stone cold in the look of contrition.

Animatedly, he turned his head out the window, pushing one of the drapes, and observed the sky. “It doesn’t look like it’ll pass soon… let’s find something to do or talk about.”

“Nothing much to do in a coffee shop on a summer night,” you replied hastily, as if your quick sentences would make time pass equally fast.

“To distract you from whatever’s going on outside.”

“Do you not hear how loud it is?”

Rumble.

Mark smiled at you, amused yet there were hints of care that were evident in his expression. Within seconds he finished the last bits of his drink and took his empty cup to the counter.

“I’ll take care of it,” you blurted, shooting yourself up from the seat. Anything would be a fine distraction from the weather outside, even if it was through diminutive actions. As your hands shook, you took the cup from his hands, your skin brushing against his own. The action was ephemeral, but it was enough for an electricity greater than the thunder outside to burst between the two of you, stunning you both.

When the boy stared at your physique that faced trepidation, he grasped onto your wrist gently and rubbed his thumb over your skin in assurance. But he pulled away with speed, realizing the relationship you two had: there was none, so why did he feel like it was okay to assure you in such a manner? Mark cursed at himself for being incredibly reckless.

Your grip around the mug tightened, like you were ready to snap it into pieces. Flustered, you pressed your lips into a thin line.

The sound of the universe appeared to melt away; the thunder and rain morphing into a white noise as there was a small proximity between you and the boy.

“My bad.” He cleared his throat.

Gawking at him, all you could bring out was an awkward smile. The gaze lasted a bit too long; in that instance, Mark himself felt flustered, the warmth chasing to the apples of his cheeks.

“Staring again?” he attempted to keep his relaxed persona, a forced smirk tugging at his lips. “Is there something on my face?”

Though his effort was futile, for he fought stutters and averted your eyes. “Yeah, that front of yours.”

“You think I’m not this slick?” Mark crossed his arms jokingly, trying to muster a risible reaction out of you.

Humming, you thought aloud, “Well I don’t know anything about you aside your name.”

“Sit back down, (y/n),” he emphasized your name. “We have an entire thunderstorm to waste getting to know each other.”

Boom.

The loudest strike of thunder of the night arrived, causing the lights inside to flicker momentarily. Shaken up, you jolted and dropped the mug, stumbling over to the boy’s direction.

Luckily—and unluckily—he caught you with his hands on your forearms, steadying your stance.

“I’m starting to doubt it’s the thunder making you act this way,” he pointed out in between laughter. “Maybe you just want to get close to me.”

His observations made you burst into a fit of nervous giggles, still overcoming the jitters prompted by the storm. However, Mark was able to ease your fears temporarily as the thunderstorm lasted.

“Is both an option?”

Mark looked at you in admiration, charmed by your words. Perhaps it was the raging thunderstorm outside that set the mood, or truly it was a mutual attraction that sparked its own electric current; nonetheless, for the first time in your life, you didn’t mind the thunder.

[sakuurae]

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[sakuurae]

16 with yangyang or yukhei if you’re feeling it?

[sakuurae]

in the heat of summer

pairing: wong yukhei & reader insert prompt: 16; Quiet warm summer mornings in bed wc: 985 a/n: forgive me for i am super rusty, but i hope you enjoy !!

from the soft summer drabbles prompt list; requested by @jaessix

If it wasn’t for the unpleasant series of singing birds that perched in front of your apartment, you never would have awakened before six.

Two weeks into the new season and you were already over summertime. Not for its equatorial heat or the mandatory side hustle every college student appeared to have to kill time. In your case, every damn summer day was filled with nothing but lazy days and the lack of will to leave your bedroom. It was almost as if you believed in the fact you could make up for the grand lack of sleep you had during the recent quarters within a single season. Oh, and along your lack of motivation to leave the comfort of your place—your bed—, there was your boyfriend Yukhei sleeping angelically, breaching your side of the bed.

Groggily, you sat up and rubbed your eyes, allowing yourself to slip fully into consciousness. When you turned your head to glance out the window, the soft first lights of day were spilling through your gossamer curtains, splashing elegantly on Yukhei’s features. There was something about the image of him being fast asleep on your bed. Perhaps it was the contrast of his tan skin against your white sheets, or truly he was blessed with the images of a god that made him appear handsome in every angle.

There was one thing you anticipated to in the summertime, and it was his surprise visits every other night or so to keep you company until the following afternoon. Yukhei was well aware of your unwillingness to go out in the scorching season, so he brought the joy and sun that came alongside the season himself every night he stepped foot in your apartment. Putting it simply, the world was definitely brighter as he was next to you—even if he was sleeping.

Tenderly, you brushed the back of your hand against his cheek, smiling to yourself. Tangled in the sheets as he was by your side was surely a positivity in the summer. The second Yukhei groaned and turned his head, rotating his body to sink his back deeper into your mattress, you attempted to suppress your giggles.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice croaking.

With joy, you changed positions and moved on top of him, the sheets that wrapped around your legs following your motion. “Enjoying the summer.”

“Liar,” he mumbled through a smirk. “You hate the summer.”

“I hate the lazy days,” you corrected, rolling your eyes. Slowly, the palms of your hands traced over his bare chest. Yukhei was always warm, and it made you feel at ease. “And the early morning birds.”

“What birds?” he questioned. It never struck you, but the morning became quiet almost at the same time he awakened. The boy attempted to sit up, but could barely wiggle his way out of your position. As you rested on his abdomen, you had a tired grin. Messy hair, jaded eyes from waking up too early, and sloped clothes. That was an image of you Yukhei desired to keep in his heart. Although you hated summer, Yukhei loved it a little more each day because he had small moments with you.

Yukhei continued, “And you still hate the lazy days—even if they’re spent with me?”

The pout your boyfriend gave you was met with a pang of guilt, and you averted his gaze. “Not what I meant.”

A string of chuckles left his lips; it was quiet enough to hear its slight echo in the sleeping complex. How melodious his laugh was, almost like an aubade birds would love to sing along to.

“What do you mean?” His hand moved to the side of your thigh and he rubbed it gently.

Pouting, you remained quiet.

In the corner of your eye you saw the bright sunlight of summer illuminate darker corners in your room—and especially tint Yukhei’s skin with a soft glow of pastel yellow. The sight alone had the capability of making your heart skip beats.

Yukhei had an arm behind his neck as he witnessed your flustered self—and he was far too amused. “Guess what?”

Meeting gazes once more, you asked, “What?”

But there was no response. In the moment of silence both you and Yukhei took a couple of seconds to take in one another’s appearance. Regardless of the amount of times this scene repeated itself in summer mornings, it was never a sight to grow tired of.

Slowly, you leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. As your breaths mingled together, your lips met his own and you gave into the warmth of his skin and the splashing sun. Your hand traced its way up to his chin and you tilted it higher in order to have your mouth path its way to his neck. But when you stopped yourself and smiled, your breath hitting his skin.

Lifting yourself up and situating yourself on his abdomen the way you previously did, you grinned in triumph.

Yukhei had an expression of childish annoyance. As a method of retaliation, he expeditiously raised himself up and wrapped his two arms around your physique. The weight of you both made plopping on his bed easy, and he kept his embrace tight. Unable to move, your head was digging in the crevasse of his neck. You didn’t even have to turn your head to know Yukhei was smirking like a fool.

“Let’s go back to bed,” he whispered. One of his hands met your hair, and he softly pet you.

Unable to argue, you nuzzled into his neck and hugged him back.

The last thing you remembered prior to slipping out of consciousness was a benevolent kiss on your brow.

When Yukhei had his arms wrapped around you in the heat of the season, lazy days in the summertime were not too bad.

[sakuurae]

omg i came back to check out your blog after a long time since you had said you were leaving onLY TO FIND A PREVIEW OF A NEW DOYOUNG (MY FAVE) FIC ahhhh im so excited for it!! hope you are doing well <33

AAH, thats buried in the ashes—for now ; )

[sakuurae]

aaAAAA i forgot when i first stsrted reading your workd (around the time after hours came out?) but i realllllly liked them but while you were on your hiatus i stopped using tumblr entirely ... BUT I FOUND IT AGAIN AND OH MY GOD YOUR WRITING IS BETTER THAN I REMEMBERED?? omg i missed ur writing so much rae 🥺💝

Aaah, thank you ;~; these words mean a lot to me and im glad you enjoy my writing !! :’ ))

[sakuurae]

is after hours discontinued?

The answer i wish to say is no

[sakuurae]

hi, I'm a really big fan of your works! I just came by to ask what did you use to make doyoung's fake Instagram account? I'm currently a writer in working (you inspired me!) and I really had this awesome idea but it's an Instagram!au and well my skill is more set into writing than...editing. Thank you, I'll continue to support your works! :)

Hi !!! Omg first, thank you ^~^ and i totally feel you with the skill is being set into writing over editing ... making dongyoungs instagram page took me AGES and then i resulted in a series of screenshotting from my phone and trying to mimic and change what i could ... ;~; but i used photoshop cc 2017 !! :>

[cardamomsage]

soft summer prompts

Early morning walks while it’s still cool out

Afternoon naps

Sitting on the porch at night

Ice cream

Watching the fireflies

Making lemonade

Garden work

Ice cubes

Sprawling on the floor with the fan on and lights off

Bare feet

Grilling veggies from the garden for dinner

Eating outside

Watching the sun rise/set

Chilly summer evenings

Water ices

Quiet warm summer mornings in bed

Soft summer rain

Drinks on the patio/deck of your fave place

Fireworks

Favorite cute summer outfits

Swimming

Road trips

Summer songs/songmixes

Going down the shore

Thunderstorms

[sakuurae]

Lets get my creative juices flowing again; feel free to send one in w/ the name of a member !!

[sakuurae]

OOOOOO a doyoung fic! Looks interesting!!! -your favorite chicken wing hater

RIGHT i had this hidden love for the boy thats finally being put out there

[soshiworld]

Jaehyun Icons~ ♡

;like or reblog if you liked or save/use 🏯

[jeongjaehyuns]

wakey wakey // jaehyun