GENRE: fluff, tiniest bit of angst, enemies to lovers!au, conservatory/competition!au, slow burn ↪ pianist!mark, pianist!y/n ft. some nct members WORD COUNT: 32k PROMPT: mark lee was a role model student, often praised for his amazing piano skills. he was your aspiration, someone you envied and someone you wanted to desperately stand beside when being handed the highest achieving awards. unfortunately, that was only something you could wish for. WARNINGS: swearing, suggestion, themes of strict parenting mentioned A/N: this fic is inspired by ‘melophile’ by thepencilnerd! some parts couldn’t have been as strong without the comment section to some of these pieces and the annotations used within the videos as well! the whole entire time i was writing this as well i thought of your lie in april and haikyuu (lmfao the competitiveness). on a more sentimental note, this piece will hold a very special place in my heart. it’ll be the last piece i’m releasing on this account and i’m proud to say that i was able to write piece… it was quite the ride. i hope you guys enjoy ♡
DISCLAIMER: this story is completely fictional. the characters displayed within this work does not reflect upon the human being themselves. this au is more descriptive heavy than dialogue. additionally, i, the author, has only gotten so far with piano lmfao. majority of the assignments/the routines of how the conservatory works is most likely very inaccurate and exaggerated for entertainment purposes. also it’s very cheesy LOL regardless, enjoy !
mark lee. “brilliant genius; a well-accomplished young man,” was one of the many compliments you’ve heard him receive. his fingers flawlessly danced against the piano. the piece he was playing was intense, con fuoco would be the correct term to use within this context. you could picture the battle he was trying to portray, fire surrounding his entire entity and wanting to swallow him as a whole but he directs a cheerful fight with the widest grin he could possibly have. if you were to space out to the music, you imagined the large kingdoms with knights, attacking each other begrudgingly. his jaw was gritted, eyes sharply focused on the white and black instrument in front of him. his playing was always grandiose. mark never failed to take people’s breaths away whenever he played. he poured his soul into every piece he played as though it was his declaration to do so.
tchaikovsky: symphony no. 4- iv. finale: allegro con fuoco. a piece made for an orchestra yet mark had the audacity to create his own rearrangement for a solo pianist. you watched him with an abhorring grimace in your eyes. it wasn’t the fact he took a work of art made for a large array of musicians and accustomed the piece for just the piano that made you grip onto the seat with rage. nor was it the fact he was so confident that he wouldn’t be scored terribly on his personal work. mark didn’t play this piece as though he was a brave knight, sweating profoundly in his metal armor to serve his kingdom— no. he played as though he was the one sitting intently on his throne with his large fur mantle and smirking wickedly at the imaginary scene.
it was the fact that mark depicted the story he wanted to tell so beautifully through his playing that made your blood boil with despise. it had been like that since you two were children, anyways.
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And no, Yuta was definitely not planning to ask you to marry him that way.
» genre: established relationship! au, romance, fluff.
— 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 ➛ These are all works of fiction. I do not own famous character(s) such as idols and my writings are in no way meant to show these people’s real nature and/or offend them in any way. You can not copy or translate my writings without my permission. My works are written for personal consumption of the readers, any other use is prohibited.
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escaping here bcs stan twt esp grass (and exoplanet) fandom is in crumbles
mama 😂😢😭😬😜😁😗😅🙃😀
People who love you shouldn't make you feel ashamed of your interests and hobbies. What you enjoy is wonderful, even if it's uncommon, complicated, stereotypical, etc. Please keep sharing your lovely energy with the world.
THIS IS SO GOOD OMG what a great way to end halloween,, and I love the ending thank you for making it a draw bcs i dont know what i would do if only one of them was eliminated
SUMMARY. from going together against the world in your rebellious teenage years, it was you and your best friend against each other as adults. but nostalgia makes a detour before you go head-to-head. and perhaps, it get you to confess your deepest affections for each other before it’s too late.
PAIRING. jaehyun x fem!reader
WORD COUNT. 8.1k
GENRE. angst, tragic romance, fluff (if you squint really hard) | squid game!au, best friends to almost lovers!au, ex-gang leader!jaehyun, ex-gang member!reader
WARNINGS. character death/s, explicit language, some references to the show, sexual innuendos (from jaehyun), mentions of bad pasts (both jaehyun and reader), mentions of sex and drugs, mentions of various crimes (pickpocketing, assasination, murder), mentions and scenes of violence (blood, gunshots, physical fighting), petnames, reader cries a lot, making out
PLAYLIST. save your tears (slowed and reverb) by the weeknd ft. ariana grande | always forever by cults | sparks by coldplay | wildest dreams (taylor’s version) by taylor swift | apocalypse by cigarettes after sex | i’ll never smile again by tommy dorsey orchestra and frank sinatra | what a heavenly way to die by troye sivan | godspeed by frank ocean
author’s note: if you haven’t watched squid game, beware of the minor spoilers this story may give! this show is honestly one of my favorites of the year, feeding my love for thriller and survival shows. and man, i’m specifically still not over saebyeok and jiyeong aka soulmates who are definitely enjoying mojitos in the maldives rn </3 hence, i had to bring those emotions out so i wrote this. now this was a rollercoaster ride that took me A MONTH to finish and i’m happy with how it turned out! so embark on it as you please with caution :’) btw this is semi-edited too hehe
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“No, that can’t be.”
The light bag of marbles in your palm started to feel heavy, it’s worth now being a lot more than you expect from an old game your unknown grandparents must’ve played.
It held your entire life.
But the worst part? You just had to be paired with your partner-in-literal-crime, whom you survived and teamed up in the past games with. But even before the game, it’s been him by your side when the outside world left you an outcast.
“In this game, using your ten marbles, you will compete with your partner. The player who takes all ten marbles from your partner wins.”
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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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i didnt even realize that was eren like damn, he be glowing up like fine wine
right where it hurts
Summary: You ask your ex Haechan to help you buy a wedding cake. It won’t be awkward… right?
Genre: Ex-fiancee!Haechan, Fluff
Word Count: 1.6k
Gif: @baekonbaek
It was 6pm, and you and Haechan were the last ones left in the high school staff room.
“Hey, Haechan?” You slung on your sidebag.
“Y/n?” Your fellow English teacher and closest friend flashed you a dazzling smile. His long, chocolate lashes brushed against his circle glasses.
Your throat went tight. After everything you’d done to him, Haechan still had a smile for you.
“So, imagine that you were in charge of choosing your friend’s wedding cake. Only… you knew nothing about baking.” You put on your cutest puppy-eyes.
Haechan’s smirked. “This is all hypothetical, of course.”
“Right! Hypothetically… the wedding was in three days, and all these words were being thrown around like ‘ganache’ and ‘marzipan’ and you were kinda freaking out! And… I hope you know this is not hypothetical by now!”
You had to steady yourself on a locker.
Haechan crossed his arms, pouting. “First, breathe – you’re not breathing,” he ordered.
You reminded yourself to suck in air.
“Then, hypothetically, I would be happy to come and pick a cake for you,” Haechan allowed.
“Yes!” Unthinkingly, you jumped up, and hugged Haechan tight. His body was solid and comforting under your grasp. You realised you were inhaling the scent of his woollen jumper – and quickly flinched back.
“Sorry, – uh – I wasn’t thinking,” you apologised, eyes looking anywhere but at him.
Haechan placed his hands firmly on your arms, and looked you in the eye. “Y/n, it’s fine. You don’t have to protect me. I’m over it.” His caramel voice was steady, but you felt his fingers trembling.
Your eyes were wide. “Yes, me too. What happened between us is like, ancient history.”
But then, your eyes flickered over to the place in the hallway that had haunted you for three months. Just there, in front of your English classroom, you broke a heart.
That was where Haechan had proposed.
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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.
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