Vanillaessencey - Moon Bloomed

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟐𝟕

as requested by anon! genre: fluff warnings: cw food mention author’s note: since i had previously written this on my old blog (@liudejuns) and it was requested here, i’ve essentially copy and pasted it with some very slight editing to better fit my current writing style as i had already begun to transition towards it before switching blogs, so not much change was needed <333 for ppl who have followed me over from my old blog,, i’m sorry this is nothing neW!!!!

taeil ✺ cooking dinner together. going shopping for the ingredients in your sweatpants and stealing one of his sweatshirts beforehand, too. watching him make conversation with the child in the cart ahead of you in line who stares at him with wonder and curiosity, who has randomly, but reasonably, if only they knew how lovely he really was, chosen him as an adult they trust enough to engage with. wondering what he’ll be like as a dad if that happens to be in your future. the three of you smiling at each other out of pure, unexpected, but precious and fleeting joy. him sneaking flowers into the cart for you while you’re not looking and your favorite dessert, too, as if he’s a little kid again; you can hear him fumbling to make it happen as if you won’t notice the flowers’ bright colors and the bulky packaging of the dessert the moment you turn around. he’s a little upset because the dessert premade and he would have liked to surprise you by making it himself, but he knows it’s the thought that counts- and it tastes better that way, anyway. he knows, but he won’t admit.

johnny ✺ ambitious weekend plans…every weekend. so many things packed into each day, but there’s so much you want to experience by each other’s side. you know you want to spend forever together, but you’re still scared you might run out of time. the chaos has become routine, and it’s something you’ve learned to cherish. the farmer’s market or a café in the morning depending on the season, a road trip to a museum or a cool movie theater you’d heard about (or the occasional movie marathon at home with takeout on the lazier days) afterwards, finding a scenic space for a picnic during the day when the weather welcomes you. he picks wildflowers for you and whines when they wilt before you can get them home. thrifting in between everything, dinner dates at diners and restaurants you’ve never tried before, ice cream somewhere else, always finished off with late night drives with the music blasting looking for a nice place to pull over and look at the stars and talk about anything and everything, or spent in bed with warm pajamas and his body draped over yours.

taeyong ✺ mutual self-care as a love language. simple things like brushing your teeth at the same time and him making funny faces at you in the mirror and then fake nagging you for making him late (he doesn’t mind. he’s nagging because it’s an outlet for the frustration he’s feeling over not being able to spend all of his time with you.) sweeter, more tender things like him running you a bath and washing your hair for you when you’re not feeling well. silly things like sheet masks with animal faces printed on them; him taking candid pictures of you with yours on and laughing so hard he can’t even pull himself together to show you, and then complaining that his face hurts from the mask, which has hardened by then, tugging at his skin. it’s not exactly worth complaining over, but he likes to complain about the harmless things so that you’ll kiss him to make him feel better (as if you needed an excuse). practical, thoughtful things like making each other your favorite meals or surprising each other with your coffee/tea order on a day where you really needed it, too.

yuta ✺ sharing secrets. staying up til the early morning hours giggling under blankets with your bodies intertwined telling stories you’ve never told anyone else before. playfully pretending to forget the lighthearted ones just as an excuse to listen to them again because you love the sound of each other’s voices especially when they’re drenched with excitement and gratitude for the things you’ve been fortunate enough to experience and look back at and smile over; acting surprised even though you could never really forget, and never losing interest no matter how many times you’ve heard those secrets and stories. marveling at the risky ones and validating the hard experiences of the heavy ones, but expressing gratitude for the person they’ve helped one another to become even if the hardships were never deserved. you feel like it’s okay to be transparent about what has made you who you are because he loves you for all of it.

doyoung ✺ napping together. specially curated, soft playlists featuring both of your favorite songs, but disproportionately, always featuring more of yours than his because your favorites have become his, too. you suggesting he add pieces with his own vocals and him cringing but secretly being endeared and also so extremely happy that his voice is calming to you and pretty enough that you’d like for it to be the last thing you hear before you fall asleep. suggesting that he sing you to sleep instead if he refuses to give you the pre-recorded option, and him cringing even more, clinging to you with his head on your chest and pretending to fall asleep to avoid it but his fond, sweet smile giving him away, and him eventually falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat instead of the music, leaving you alone with your thoughts- all happy ones since he’s entered your life.

jaehyun ✺ extravagant dinner dates. his attention to detail makes you feel thought of & cared for in ways you never thought could possibly be expressed through something as simple and common as a dinner date. your reservation scheduled in sync with the sunset at a table with a beautiful view, and he’s already checked to make sure they serve your favorite meal. he tells you before you’re even seated, the most prideful smile on his face because he’s so pleased with himself for successfully doing everything in his power to make you happy. him helping you put your necklace on before you leave. always a final surprise for the night, your favorite flowers waiting for you on the table when you get back home, their silhouette traced by the moonlight, a beautiful final reminder of just how much he cares.

winwin ✺ telling each other the fondest, happiest stories from your childhood. wanting to know everything about what makes each other who you are and what makes you happy starting from your purest form. him laughing so hard he can’t even finish his sentences sometimes, a side of him only you get to see, and it means more to you than he’ll ever know; at the same time, you letting him be that way means more to him than you’ll ever know. seeing his eyes sparkle when he reflects on his favorite experiences, watching him get excited about the things that he gets to share with you, the person he loves most, and him listening to you talk about your own childhood with the faintest but most awe-inspired smile on his face. he wishes he could have been there, but he’s so excited to have the opportunity to be a part of any of your memories at all and spends every day trying to make them just as sweet.

jungwoo ✺ ranting to each other. saying everything you’ve ever wanted to say openly and honestly without fear of being invalidated because you know each other in ways that no one has before. finding sanctuary in one another, knowing you can tell each other everything when no one else was ever willing to listen without judgment. sometimes the rants are happy ones, about something exciting that happened at work, a personal milestone that might seem small to someone else but never feels small to either of you because you value each other’s progress endlessly, about how much you love one another, about something random that makes you smile, about one of your own personal interests or hobbies. sometimes they’re heavy and hard. but you never have to wonder where you have to look to find someone to listen or to support you, because you have each other.

mark ✺ staying home and doing nothing. for once. not really nothing, because it’s emotionally healing for both of you to just be in one another’s presence with no responsibility except to love each other and laugh with one another, and that’s productive and important, too. it can be difficult to remember the value of rest when you’re doing it alone, but your restful moments, with him, are always spent smiling and feeling loved. you’re both always so busy, so immersed in your work, and it’s great because it helps you understand one another when it comes to the desire to keep going, but for once, it’s nice to just slow down- because it means you get to enjoy all of the other great things about each other, the parts of yourselves no one else is fortunate enough to see. staying in bed until noon, finally getting up and making pancakes (and probably burning them and opting to go out for brunch instead), watching stupid youtube videos together and laughing til your stomachs hurt. making out and him getting awkward out of nowhere, and laughing some more.

hyuck ✺ endless inside jokes. it annoys everyone around you how much the two of you laugh at the most random, stupid, or sometimes pointless things, but you don’t care. you’re still mindful of only laughing when it’s harmless, so it’s not like you’re really doing anything wrong; both of you just refuse to become jaded by life and its hardships, and some people can’t understand that, but it’s not your job to teach them. his laugh is your favorite sound, and yours is his. he’d never say that out loud though, because he worries it would just turn into another joke and he’s serious about it, so he chooses to keep it to himself, not realizing that you think the same. he’s not embarrassed or shy, he just wants to save parts of you for himself so that they never change- he’ll be open with you about everything else, even the most embarrassing things, if it means he gets to hear you laugh again.

To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.

Ernest Hemingway (via perfectquote)

𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 - 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐿𝑒𝑒

pairing: Mark Lee x reader

special guest: Jaehyun, Johnny, Yuta, Jungwoo, Taeyong, Doyoung, mention of Haechan

summary: Years ago, you were deeply in love with Mark Lee. He’s your first love and you thought he’d be the last. After finding out why he really dated you, he broke up with you and vanished. You were devastated and heartbroken. Now you were at the airport as the maid of honor of your best friend Aera, her wedding’s in Greece and you were flying three days earlier with her, her fiancé Jaehyun and his best man. Little did you know that Mark Lee was Jaehyun’s best man. Feelings you thought you had buried deep inside bloomed again.

song: back to you - Selena Gomez

genre: exes-to-lovers!au, angst, smut, fluff

warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, swearing

word count: 11.7k

A/N: I’m finally done. This is the last fic of my series and I can’t believe that i’m done with this series. This series means so much to me, not only because I love Selena Gomez, but also because of the meaning behind evey story. Thank you for all of your support, thank you for every comment, like, reblog, ask and follow. This is just the beginning. Also thank you for requesting that you want to read a second part to some of my stories, I’ll try to write them in the upcoming month, march. I hope you enjoy. Thanx

taglist: @alex-chann​, @aesthetichrj @bvbyxuxi​​

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Took you like a shot Thought that I could chase you with a cold evening Let a couple years water down how I’m feeling about you And every time we talk Every single word builds up to this moment And I gotta convince myself I don’t want it even though I do

“I have BIG news!” Aera squealed as soon as you opened the door for her. She hugged you tightly and started jumping, you jumped with her even though you had no idea why.

“Why are we jumping around?”

“Greece! I’m getting married in Greece!” she yelled happily, “You know that it’s my dream to get married in Greece and my amazing soon-to-be-husband surprised me with it! Oh god, I  can’t believe I’m marrying Jaehyun in fucking GREECE!”

“Holy shit that’s great! But can we stop jumping I might puke.”

You sat down on your couch with Aera, “We need to start planning, the wedding is in 3 weeks. I’ve sent the invitations right before I came here. We booked a hotel with the best view ever and my wonderful maid of honor aka you are flying with me and Jaehyun a two days earlier, you know, to get stuff done and the others come one day before the wedding, your man too, by the way. I can’t wait for my bachelorette party- but remember, I promised Jaehyun no strippers.” Her eyes sparkled as she talked about her wedding and you started thinking about your own future.

Were you ever going to get married? You want to get married, you really do. But what if you never get the chance to? Your boyfriend hated to talk about commitment and marriage, he said living together and dating was enough, but you never felt the same way. You wanted to get married, you want a ring on your finger, and you wanted to call him your husband, not your boyfriend.

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sometimes i just keep thinking about how jeno is a taurus and how tauruses possessive lovers...oh god

taurus’ are notorious for being materialistic and very possessive, you couldn’t find a more loyal lover than a taurus, they just want to share their love and jeno definitely holds up the stereotype.

don’t mistake his possessiveness for toxicity though, he doesn’t get upset or pout or ‘forbid’ you from hanging out with other people but he absolutely makes sure the whole world knows who you belong to. he’s quite keen on matching with you on everything—couple shirts, hats, earrings, bags, all kinds of jewelry; matching phone cases topped off with matching selfies as each other’s lock screen. jeno is no doubt the kind of lover that has millions of photos of you both, and always has one tucked in his phone case for all to see, so they know you’re both taken respectfully.

again, he’s not entirely confrontational when it comes to you being around other people, specifically other guys; but he absolutely makes sure they know not to even attempt to make a move. always holding your hand or having his arm circled around your waist while you’re out, subtly giving other guys the stink eye when they look your way, and manages to pull out the most intimidating death glare at whoever is fool enough to actually approach you. jeno doesn’t even have to speak up to make it known their attempts are futile, simply tugging you into his side while you’re talking, sometimes sneaking in a few kisses to your cheek while you’re distracted; and if all else fails, jeno is happy to subtly tug at the collar of your shirt to give the other man a sneak peak at the hickies adorning your skin—that one usually does the trick pretty quick.

hickies are a personal favorite to our possessive lover; jeno loves covering you head to toe in them to make sure the message is loud and clear even when he’s not beside you—that you’re not to be messed with, you’re without a doubt, taken—very much like marking his territory and staking his claim on you for all to see.

Are the short scenarios still open? If so could i get Mark 46. please. (Btw i love your writing! I got a Tumblr account just to ask this question. 😹)

that is crazy!!! i feel so honoured🥰🥰

46: “I love it when she falls asleep on me.”

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Mark🦁 - help ??

You laughed as you looked at your phone, walking up to the girls’ nursery and opened the door suspiciously, thinking you’d find two hyper-active, 1-year-old girls running around, but instead: peace.

“Mark?” you asked, finally looking to the rocking chair in the corner of the room where Mark sat, both the twins sound asleep (as you knew from their little snores) on his arms. There was a blanket spread over the three of them, and you could see that Mark had his phone in one hand.

Mark smiled, “I need assistance.”

You giggled slightly, walking over and lifting Mia out of her Dad’s hold, continuing to bounce her gently and rub her back until she had fallen back asleep, no longer unhappy about not being in her dad’s arms.

“I love it when she falls asleep on me,” Mark sighed, “but having both? It’s a bit much. I’m not that strong.”

You chuckled, stroking Mark’s hair, “it’s alright. No one said you had to do it by yourself.”

Mark nodded sadly, standing up and rocking Daisy gently until her whimpering stopped, “I know.”

Your husband was wearing one of his signature outfits; basketball shorts and a college hoodie. His round glasses were over his eyes and his light brown hair was messy atop his head. The wooden foundations of the nursery creaked slightly under both of your feet, making the two of you grimace at every sound.

Mark slowly laid Daisy in her cot, watching intently as you laid Mia into hers, before he reached up and turned on their shared mobile. The quiet lullaby played out, the plastic butterflies turning in circles to capture their imaginations if they did wake again.

“Goodnight, my loves,” Mark whispered, peering into both of their cots again.

“They’re not going anywhere, Mark,” you said in amusement as you watched Mark check the baby monitor again.

“I know,” he said defensively, “just double checking.”

“You pray for them twice a day, everyday. I think they’ve got hope,” you smiled, kissing Mark’s cheek as he laid lazy hands on your waist, “come on, it’s late. Let’s go to bed.”

like magnets | ten

summary: in which you and ten are up and coming choreographers who are forever at each other’s throats. but maybe fighting is just an excuse to get close.

pairing: ten x reader

genre: angsty fluff

warnings: some swearing, alcohol mention, loads of bickering

length: 4.3k

tag list: @sly-merlin​ @animegirl366​ @yonoohcore​

He’s confident to the point of arrogance. He knows exactly how to get under your skin. When the pair of you start fighting, all the other dancers make their way out of the studio, not wanting to get involved in another explosive Y/N-Ten showdown. He counters your every suggestion. He always has more critique for your performances than praise. 

And yet, he is the best dance partner you could ever ask for. He matches your poise with his passion. In dance, you both have found a middle ground. 

When Ten first joined the studio you really wanted to like him. He was a young, up and coming dancer from Thailand. What you had not seen coming was that besides being the same age, you and Ten had precious little in common. The day you first met Ten, you had decided in less than ten seconds that you two would never, to put this lightly, become the “best of friends”. 

You had entered the break room of the studio that day, late and soaking wet because of the heavy downpour that had begun the night before. Hungry and disgruntled, all you had wanted to do was to grab a steaming cup of green tea and the last of your favorite jelly doughnuts. Only the thought of those jelly doughnuts had you hanging on during your hour and forty-five-minute long journey to work this morning. They were your emotional support food, your one and only indulgence. After almost three years at the studio, all the other dancers knew not to touch your jelly doughnuts. All except for the bucket-hat wearing Thai newbie who clearly hadn’t gotten the memo. 

“Those were my doughnuts”, you had barely managed to huff out, focusing your mind on not raising your voice or worse, bursting into tears.

Now, if he had just apologized for eating them without asking you first, you both might not have started off on the wrong foot. No, the fucker just shrugged and said, “Didn’t see your name on them”. No shame in his eyes, not an ounce of regret in his voice. The powdered sugar from your doughnuts still around his mouth and dusted over his all-black ensemble. That fucker.

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