Scientist .

scientist .

premise. the vice to his president, brawn to his brains, rule-bender to his straightener, you’re all of that to sangyeon. yet that’s not enough, you have this need to fill in one more slot. the clues: it begins with his date and ends with for life (but prom works too). protagonists. lee sangyeon x gn! reader ft. dreamcatcher’s siyeon & handong. pantone. high school, classmates to lovers. type. a body of fluff, drops of comedy, and rejected cell of angst. word count. four thousand one hundred fifty four. warning. presence of food and drinks, joke about breaking something, reader’s just so whipped for sangyeon.   producer’s note. well well well, what do we have here? mona actually writing more than drabble? gee golly whiz, what a miracle! in a more serious note, vae :D i know these past weeks haven’t been the kindest to you, and i know how much you pine over high school! sangyeon, so i hope this can be a pick me up for you. taglist. @stealanity @zvae @moonieric @yunkiwii @mavericsohn @wooyoung-a​ @ilysunwoo​

“STRIKE ELEVEN.” SIYEON ANNOUNCES, EFFECTIVELY BREAKING YOUR CONCENTRATION.

you look away from your homework to figure out what she’s talking about. let’s see: six of your underclassmen are huddled together, the school council president slash your three and half years crush is being prodded by his friends, and there’s a girl crying a little too loudly to not be noticed.

ah yes, the light bulb has finally ignited.

“poor dawon.” you sympathize before returning your focus to your friends, only to be met by a pair of knowing looks. “what?”

siyeon arches her brow, “do you actually pity her for being rejected?”

“or are you relieved because you have a shot at confessing to the lee sangyeon?” handong finishes her thought.

“have i ever told you how much you two creep me out?”

the eldest of the two chuckles and sarcastically remarks, “plenty of times.”

you roll your eyes and pick up your pen, easing back into answering your homework. chemistry wasn’t your strongest area so full attention was required. at least, that’s what you say so you can evade the repetitive conversation.

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shamelessly reposting bc i think i actually wrote decently well in this fic!!! (･ｪ-)

city of ours | j.changmin

synopsis: you can never get over the fluttery feelings you get for your boyfriend, ji changmin.

pairing: tbz’s q x reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.9k

warning: oops cliche

network(s): @kflixnet

leona was listening to: w.h.u.t by aisha retno

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settling down on the small couch overlooking the city scape, you occasionally took small sips of your warm drink. the wind caressing your cheeks only made you snuggle even further into the blanket huddled over you. the december weather was beginning to drop in temperature, preparing you for winter. the cars speeding by on the streets below ensured a comfortable atmosphere but just for extra relaxation, you had put on your favourite song on the portable speaker beside you.

you had no idea why you decided to sit on the balcony but you felt like it was needed. your colleagues at work hadn’t been that much of a supporting group of people, instead, adding on to the stress that had been building up on your shoulders which resulted in a huge migraine by the end of the week.

from your apartment, you could see the multiple christmas trees scattered around the area from the bright twinkling lights strewn around them. the sights calms you down a little since it gave you a reminder of the break that both you and changmin would be getting. this short break meant everything for you because it finally gave you guys time to spend with one another.

indulging yourself in the scenic view, you suddenly took note of the slight movement you saw from the reflection of the glass railings on the balcony. as soon as you could make out the person approaching you from behind, you broke into a smile, the butterflies in your stomach awakening. you swore you felt the hairs on your arms stand when you saw him returning a cute, lazy smile. even his outfit was screaming boyfriend material.

when he reached your little snuggly space, he wrapped his arms around your neck from behind, peppering your cheek with kisses. you couldn’t help but to nuzzle into him, the warmth of his embrace washing away all your worries in the world. the dumb smile plastered on your face said everything, you were head over heels for him.

pushing up the specs that had rested themselves on his nose, he gladly accepted the seat you offered beside you. “i miss you,” he said, stroking your hand for comfort. you turned to him, mustering up a sad smile, “i know, my changmin, but look at the brighter side, it’s christmas soon, hm?” he only hummed in response and so, you pulled him close, resting your head on his and caressed his back, giving solace.

“oh wow, look at that star,” you were in awe as you started pointing up at it, alerting changmin. he straightened his back up and slided an arm around your shoulder, holding you tightly in his arms as the two of you started to realise that the night sky was packed with a few constellations and many stars, a rare sight to see due to the pollution in the city.

you guys just took a moment to stare at the starry night sky, a peaceful silence engulfing the situation. the roads had begun to quieten down and the hustle bustle of the city died down, leaving the night in stillness. “hey, do you know the name of that constellation?” you asked, gesturing to the one shaped somewhat like the letter ‘k’.

unbeknownst to you, changmin had zero intentions of watching the night sky, his attention instead turned to you. he couldn’t help but to lovingly gaze at you whilst you were so intrigued by the sight. so when you suddenly asked him something, he was caught off-guard. “uh, that one is called.. the.. ‘erethizon’,” he stumbled over his own words, hoping you believed him even just a little.

you immediately started to laugh to yourself, doubling over when you heard his words. “are you serious? erethizon?” you forced out, taking deep breaths in between your unstoppable laughter. “ah, why!” he whined at your reaction. “babe, erethizon is literally a species of porcupine,” you grinned, cupping your hand over your mouth. “s-shut up! i didn’t know what it was, i wanted to sound smart,” he grumbled, sulking to himself, “how do you even know that!” “okay, okay, sorry,” you apologised, swinging your arms around his middle, still laughing into his chest.

you managed to calm both you and changmin down since he too started laughing at the absurdity of the situation. looking up at him from your position, he was already glancing at you like you were his world. “what?” you questioned. “nothing, my y/n,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. “i wish we could spend more time with each other like this.”

changmin was right, you guys barely had time to see each other with such busy schedules so even the smallest actions and littlest time you spent together mattered.

in the end, you are his world. and he is yours. no one could compare.

“in this city of ours, i just wanna hold you tight.”

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sorry for not updating the series masterlist yet again, i had to get something out for our lovely kyu!! been bias-wrecking me too much recently :( anyways! this imagine was inspired by the song i listened to while writing this, w.h.u.t by aisha retno!

love, leona!

THE VIDEO AT THE END TOOK ME OUUUUTTTT

FUCKING HELL. 🛐🛐🛐

for those who didn't get it, he was referring to getting people to watch it on the cinemas itself (big screen) so in that way, the screen is big enough to see him and he can mind control us😭💖

credits to @_ropert_ on tiktok.

hi leonaa <33 ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE WE INTERACTED NOOO :(( i hope you've been doing well recently !! do remember to drink water and take care of yourself well <3 !!

OMG ES!!!! can i just say first things first, your blog?!?! so adorable aaaaa ⊂((・▽・))⊃ AND yes, so sorry for not reaching out, been very busy with extracurriculars and council work (＃`д´) i miss you lots,, thank you for checking up on me! i hope you’re feeling good too <3 you too have sufficient rest and take breaks whenever you need, loveu lots mwah! 😘

hi luvlys :( been awhile right? sorry i’m going to be pretty inactive, might upload scheduled posts but that’s about it, i’ll explain more in later posts when i feel like it (ノωヽ) i do miss you all tho :(

HELLO THIS WAS SO GOOD?

written in ink | n.jm

genre ➳  historical au (early 19th century), fluff, angst, strangers to loverspairings ➳ professor!jaemin x fem!reader (ningning and karina are mentioned)word count ➳ 15.3k warnings ➳ mentions of alcohol, mental illnesses and disorders info ➳  second installment of batc! surprisingly, this was the one i started writing first, but it took a while to figure out how i wanted to end it. click here to read the other works :)

The oak doors of the Provost’s office are no less intimidating than they were five years ago, towering over any students who find themselves bold enough to meet him.

Even now, Jaemin finds himself swallowing nervously before knocking, even if he is the university equivalent of a teacher’s pet. This meeting would determine everything for his future classes and his research funding. Psychology already had little backing compared to the other departments - Jaemin refused to let it languish away under him.

“Ah. Professor Na. Sit down, please.” The leather armchair is comfortable, and costs much more than the one he has in his office - the benefits of being the Provost reach far and wide, Jaemin supposes, even to the furniture.

“I called you today for something important. As you know, our university has a limited number of scholarships available for the faculty each year.”

Jaemin feels eagerness rise up at the thought of being one of the few professors selected to receive the scholarship in mention, which would provide money - plenty of it. He’s young, though, and the odds are not in his favour when measured up against the eminent figures who have been here for decades.

Still, Jaemin hopes that graduating with first-class honours and being the youngest professor in the history of the university counts for something.

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