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hi ❤️❤️❤️ what a godsend that your requests are open, I survive off of your page DAILY. thank you for having a beautifully creative mind and amazing writing abilities. I hope you never doubt yourself for even a second.

can I pleaseeee request hurt #26 and #32 with dino???

p.s. I hope your pillows are perfectly cool on both sides every night 🌙

oh my god. OHMY GOD. love🥹 please. my requests are open pretty much ALWAYS, so feel free to come to my inbox with your own ideas or whenever i do stuff like this 💜 i love you!! thank you for the kindest words that melted my heart. hopefully you will like your request!

hurt prompt: 'i would give up everything for you, my love, but i shouldn't have to.' 'isn't it enough now?'

it's so easy to talk to chan, that's what attracted you to him in the first place. he always made sure you were heard, always gave you as much time as you needed to sort out your thoughts, always listened attentively and with care. all of it made it easy not only to have deep bonding talks, but difficult conversations as well; it never felt uncomfortable. but now - it feels uncomfortable. because now - you are doubting what you two have, the future of this and it never happened before.

'maybe we should try harder?' you propose, unsure. you haven't been happy with chan for quite some time now, but it's chan and you can't phantom this whole thing at all. it's chan and he always made you happy. what you are feeling right now makes no sense. 'maybe, like-'

'aren't we trying enough?' he asks quietly, looking down at his own hands. 'isn't it enough now?'

love is the answer, you believe. love should be enough and you know you love chan, just like he loves you. it should be enough, how can it not? 'but it's clearly not working,' you point out the obvious. it's not only about you, chan is also not happy and you know this and it breaks your heart. 'that's why i'm saying that we should try harder.'

'i think it's physically impossible to try harder.' chan looks up with eyes that are just as full of sadness as yours are. 'i think we are doing our best and even more. like all the effort you and i are putting to save this...i mean- i would give up everything for you, my love, but i shouldn't have to. for it to work, i really shouldn't have to.'

he is right, of course. you know it and he knows it too. this is something what you never thought would happen - you two being anywhere near the break up. but this is what's happening now and it's surreal. you can't even feel anything, too shocked to comprehend full depth of your feelings. 'then what do we do?' you ask in a trembling voice. 'if we are giving our all and it's still not working?'

he doesn't say it. chan is not as strong as you think he is; his mouth also refuses to say it, can't form these words and say them out loud. instead he stands up and without letting go your hands comes to stand next to you, pulling you on him. 'i love you,' he says and it sounds like goodbye. 'i love you so much, baby.'

'channie,' you whimper, barely breathing. 'i don't want to.'

'i know.' he says, voice tight with unshed tears, holding you close. 'i know.'

love should be enough, how can it not? but when you wrap your arms around his torso, you have a feeling that there's no answer to that question. love should be enough. but sometimes... it isn't.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

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hello can you do n. 30. "you own my heart" with Dino, but with a context..? (if you want) so the reader is a singer but also a director/producer and she directed Dino's mv video/or movie and they spent a lot of time together and got feelings for each other. thanks

of course i can :) thank you of course for requesting, hopefully you will like it! 💜

fluff prompt: 'you own my heart.'

dino doesn't get attached. there are so many people that come and go with the course of his job, it makes no sense to open up your heart for someone who's going to leave anyways. throughout the years dino worked out the wholy technique of talking a lot without really saying anything, of being friendly and polite without letting someone come close, of holding people at the distance without them feeling/knowing it. dino, not humbly, thinks he's amazing at it. or he was amazing at it until you came along.

'last day on set!' someone cheers. 'finally this project is on its finish line!'

normally he'd be happy too. he loves his job, he does, but he is usually immensely satisfied when they can wrap up any project. not this time though. he glances at the back, his eyes immediately find your lonely figure as you go over the script again and again. he's trying to be subtle with his looking, of course; there are so many eyes on him, he doesn't want to start any stupid rumors that can hurt any of you. but he also can't stop looking, because this is the last day of him seeing you. after today you will leave on another project with another people and dino will just... stay. with his stupid heart that somehow decided to break all rules and fall into you. he will stay all alone, because you will leave without looking back, just like others before you did. dino wonders if he's brave enough to break the cycle.

'dino, on the position, we're starting!'

last days are always emotional and they always end up in some cozy dinner place, with drinks being shared along with hugs and teary words. dino's been watching you like a hawk this whole time, catching your eyes more and more until you not subtly point to the balcony. his heart is beating too fast for it to be normal, when he pushes the door and lets warm sea breeze welcome him. you're staring at him with a small smile, looking all flushed and pretty. 'dino, hi. sorry for pulling you out like this, but i think we need to say proper goodbye to each other without the whole crowd, you know?'

he knows. he also knows that he doesn't want to say goodbye to you, not now, not ever if he can help it. still, he's a professional, so he answers with: 'yeah, i thought so too. this project, making it with you was great, honestly. i'm very thankful.'

he's sincere and you can feel it, he knows. your smile grows wider and your cheeks if possible grow even pinkier and oh, he can't stop himself now. dino gives you compliment after compliment, watches with adoration as you start refusing them, shaking your head, laughing happily. god, he can't lose this, he can't lose you.

'you own my heart,' he blurts out, taking your hand in his. you freeze, blinking at him with wide eyes, but your hand trembles his, when you squeeze it. this has to mean something, right?

'oh, dino,' you let out quietly, tears sparkling in your eyes. 'i-'

'this does not have to be a goodbye,' he says, hoping he's conveying his message clearly. 'i don't want it to be a goodbye. not for me and you.'

you take a deep breath and when you exhale, your gaze is sharp and your hand is no longer trembling. 'okay.'

'okay?' dino asks, unsure.

you laugh a little, nodding. 'okay. i also don't want this to be a goodbye.'

dino doesn't kiss you because everyone would be able to see. he does, however, pull you into a hug far more intimate than the ones he gave others and presses his lips into your ear like a promise: 'not a goodbye, then. it's a 'see you soon'. very soon.'

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

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Seungcheol + hurt prompt #15. Thank youu and love all your works btw!!!

hi, bebe! aaaaah thank you so much for your kind words!! <33 and thank you for requesting, hopefully you will like it! 💜

hurt prompt: 'that hurt you son of a bitch'

maybe there should be a certain skill category just for people like seungcheol. the skill to poison someone with their words, to throw an incredibly strong punch without using hands. the ability to see your most weakened area and hit right there with no remorse, throw a knife after knife just to make you bleed more. seungcheol would've been a king in that skill category if only existed.

'fucker,' you gasp, struggling to find any words to throw back. you were never as quick-witted as him, never knew what to say to make it painful. 'that hurt, you son of a bitch.'

your mind is still trying to catch up with what he said, while your heart is somewhere on the floor, taking last few beats, barely functioning. it hurts. you don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your tears, so you bite your bottom lip raw, looking down. you were so close to the first place. so close -

'truth always hurts, didn't you know?' his cruel voice snaps your head back up. he stares at you with a winning glint in his eyes, with something only someone on the first place can have. 'try again next year. maybe then you'll be enough.'

and you want to punch him. to scream at him that you are already enough, but gold medal is adorning his neck, not yours. and that is all the reminder you need.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

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socups or minghao soulmate au where they have soul animals that only the soulmate can touch and the soul animals are really intelligent and end up leading them to each other?

hi anonie! ooh, this is such an interesting idea, thank you so much for sharing it with me :') hopefully you will like it and sorry for taking so long :(

prompt: soul animals

seungcheol huffs, watching his eagle spread his wings and take a leap without even looking back at him. lately, his soul animal has been restless, flying off more often than usual, leaving seungcheol alone for hours. he supposes it's a normal thing for eagles to do once they're in the new territory, but he can't help but feel incredibly guilty. bond with soul animals is a unique one: all feelings and thoughts are transparent between each other, so there's no way kkuma didn't feel seungcheol's nerves regarding moving to a different city. he's a bit terrified of the prospect of not knowing anyone and starting a new job, but he's also strangely hopeful in this naive way, when everything inside you wants to believe that something good will happen. he knows kkuma can feel it all, just like he can feel deep longing from him. 'what is it, buddy?' he asks once his eagle returns. kkuma is huge and sitting next to cheol with his claws grasping the bench, he attracts attention of everyone in the park. 'what's wrong?'

kkuma doesn't answer, not really. but the feeling of longing intensifies, paired with giddy excitement. cheol raises his eyebrow questioningly, reaching out to gently ruffle dark brown feathers. last time he felt same emotions from kkuma was when he met minghao's owl and they became best friends. chances of kkuma hitting off with another animal in past few days are slim, but seungcheol asks anyway: 'have you...met someone?'

kkuma nods. with a loud gurgle, he points towards the small lake in front of them. this park is right next to cheol's new apartment and they've been coming here for the past few days since moving in. 'someone on the lake?' he asks and kkuma nods. 'oh, nice. like.. a friend?'

their bond shivers and sings with a different emotion. one that cheol thought he'd never feel after he broke up with his ex. with a dry throat, he turns fully to his eagle, finding kkuma looking right at him with his piercing black eyes. cheol's ex wasn't his soulmate - she couldn't touch kkuma, but he thought it didn't matter at that time. he generally never really cared for soulmates, but the possibility of having one leaves him breathless. 'kkuma.. are you sure?'

his eagle nods. through their bond kkuma sends him strong sense of confidence and calmness, willing his owner to calm down and trust him. cheol smiles, petting kkuma's head. 'i do trust you, buddy. lead me to them, yeah?'

and lead kkuma does. in the most unconvinient time though - three days later seungcheol is in the middle of a loud argument with house manager due to lack of heating in his apartment, when kkuma suddenly barges into the room through the window, clawing at cheol's shoulders in a rather violent way. 'shit, that hurts- kkuma! i can't right now-' cheol stops, feeling urgency that rushes through the bond. 'wha- what's happening? what's wrong?'

lightly flapping his wings, kkuma cried out, physically dragging cheol towards the window. huffing in annoyance, seungcheol tries to fight against it, but to no use - his eagle only cries louder and digs his claws into his shoulders deeper. 'fuck- okay, i'm going, i'm going!' turning to house manager, cheol mutters: 'i'll be back and this heating issue is not over.'

he's annoyed and frustrated, but all these feelings vanish when he realizes that kkuma is taking him to the lake. seungcheol instantly spots the reason of kkuma's urgency - the most beautiful white swan he's ever seen is waiting by the water, a picture of grace and beauty.

'whoa,' seungcheol breathes out, stopping short of the swan. 'what a beauty.'

kkuma seems to think the same if the way he spreads his wings to show off is any sign. swan lets kkuma come closer and seungcheol gasps at the intense feeling of joy that surges through the bond. it's overwhelming; he barely manages to stand upright, watching as swan and eagle circle around each other. he turns when light footsteps echo close to him and when he sees you - he knows. it's crazy how he instantly knows that it's you. his soulmate.

'he's incredible,' you breathe out, your eyes locked on kkuma.

his eagle preens under the praise and steps closer to you. seungcheol watches in awe as you reach out and your hand settles gently at the top of kkuma's head. it doesn't go through it - you actually touch him. only soulmates can touch soul animals, seungcheol's heart skips a beat and yours does too - you look up at him in shock.

'hi,' he breathes out. surprised, awed. 'wow.'

'hi.' you sound just as breathless as him.

there's beat of silence and then you laugh, more out of shock than of anything else. seungcheol gets it, he really does; it's unbelievable. yo are unbelievable.

'they like each other,' you say, motioning to your soul animals.

seungcheol looks at them and then looks back at you. 'yeah.'

there's hope unleashing in his chest, his bond with kkuma sings with anticipation and excitement. you smile at him hesitantly and seungcheol reaches out for your hand. there's beat and then your fingers close around his too. he has a feeling that you two will like each other too. he has a feeling that he will not be lonely.

a/n: what an idea that was, loved it!! hopefully you did too <3 - nini

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Hi! Can i please request 2. Time loop with Wonwoo. Reader x Wonwoo are besties, and he's in love with her, (she loves him too) however he never got the chance to say how he felt before she got married cos they were always in a relationship with other people and timing was never right and was scared to ruin their friendship. and then the night of the wedding, he drinks alot and something happens and wakes up to a few years ago. Sorry i hope that makes sense! :) Thank you!!

hi! so, i really liked this idea and kinda didn't want to make something short out of this, so i wrote a full one-shot :') i hope you will like it, thank you so much for requesting! one-shot can be found HERE

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second chances {jeon wonwoo}

pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

prompt: time loop (going back in time to fix mistakes)

warnings: angst with a happy ending

wonwoo thinks you never looked more beautiful than right now, standing next to the altar in a wonderful wedding dress. it looks stunning on you, you look stunning and he carefully puts down his glass of whiskey out of fear that he might break it with his grip. your smile is radiant and there are a lot of unthinkable things he's ready to do to have it directed at him. but no, your radiant smile, your sweet voice, your gentle touches - they are for another man, who's standing next to you in a nice suit, face beaming with pride. wonwoo knows he would've been beaming with pride too if he were to marry you.

mingyu taps his shoulder empathetically. 'you good?'

wonwoo snorts loudly, not bothering to dignify this stupid question with an answer. no, he's not good. he's attending wedding of his best friend, who he always loved more than his own life. he's standing next to all other guests instead of standing next to you, all because of his own stupidity and fears. this is what breaks wonwoo the most - the thought that he could've had this. the knowledge, this deeply rooted confidence, that he really could've had this if only-

'slow down, wonwoo'. mingyu tries to snatch another glass of whiskey out of his hands. 'you'll be drunk in no time.'

'sounds good.' wonwoo mutters, swatting mingyu's hand away from his drink. 'i won't survive this without getting drunk.'

mingyu's eyes soften. 'hyung.. don't do it. she just-' mingyu turns to look at you and then back at wonwoo. 'right person, wrong time. you know? or- i don't know, hyung, what's done is done. let it go.'

wonwoo loves mingyu, but he wants to kill him right now for saying all this stupid shit. let you go? wonwoo doesn't know how to do that. he fears he won't be able to let you go even if he tried. how does one let go of your person? of everything you ever dreamt of? wonwoo doesn't know how, so he downs one more glass and signals waiter to bring him another one. he needs to get obnoxiously drunk to be able to look at you in that dress, knowing full well that you're not marrying him. and he follows this plan dutifully, getting so drunk that standing is not an option. for whatever weird reason his head doesn't hurt though; he just feels like something died in his mouth. his heart stopped beating at the same time you said 'yes' in front of all other guests, in front of god and - wonwoo is not okay. he wish he could just cry it out, but he can't. his fingers tremble when he latches for huge bottle of - scotch? vodka? whiskey? - something and pours it into his glass. he's pretty much alone here, everyone else is on the dance floor, enjoying the night that killed wonwoo. or maybe this night didn't kill him? maybe all these others nights, when he didn't make a first step towards you, when he was too afraid to ruin your friendship - maybe all these nights killed him? you two never really got to the point of being single at the same time, can he blame everything on this? can he blame you too, maybe? you surely knew what he was feeling. you surely felt the same, wonwoo knows, he motherfucking knows. but what's the point of it anyways? you just married another man, a man wonwoo will never be and now you'll never be his too. he drinks whatever is in his glass and closes his eyes. if only he could had a second chance. if only.

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wonwoo wakes up with a gasp. everything about him feels wrong, his head is about to be split in two and his lungs feel like they are about to collapse. breathing in and out in large gulps, wonwoo sits up, clutching at his chest in panic. it takes him full ten minutes to calm down, for his whole body to stop feeling like he's about go in a kill mode. blinking, he looks around and reality kind of doesn't make sense. he is in his room, surely. but he is in his room from five years ago. wonwoo remembers this stolen from minghao's room chair, remembers those posters on the walls and surely remembers this dying lemon tree on the corner of his desk. he pinches himself hard and for a good measure runs to the bathroom to splash some water on his face. nothing changes. when minghao barges into his room, looking like himself but five years younger, wonwoo thinks he's going crazy. minghao, however, looks at him like he's the one who's crazy: 'dude, we're late. why you're still not dressed?'

wonwoo looks down at his old pjs - fucking hell, the ones he wore throughout his whole university - and almost screams. 'what?'

'it's our last year, woo, we talked how we can't fuck this up,' minghao shakes his head and starts furisouly typing on his phone. 'two minutes to get dressed, you know dr.hermos will be on our ass for being late!'

wonwoo dresses automatically, trying to make sense of whatever is happening. it takes him one lecture to figure out in what year and semester he is, two talks with mingyu and minghao to understand general situation and everything is too real for it to feel like a huge prank. wonwoo, somehow, moved five years back. no one else has memories of the future, no one else knows what's going to happen in five years and most importantly-

'woo?' you call his name, waving. 'come to lunch!'

you are here. of course you are, you are his best friend, you two are on the same course, you- wonwoo breathes out. you are single. he knows this for sure, because he remembers this one short time in the span of all these years, when you two were single at the same time. just for one week, but still. wonwoo holds his breath. he doesn't know how he's here, but if this is it, if this is his chance, if universe somehow decided to bless him... wonwoo swallows. he remembers vividly night before - him drunk out of his mind on your wedding. he remembers it. he never wants to experience it again.

'you alright?' you step closer to him, frowning. 'you look kinda out of it.'

wonwoo shakes his head. how can he tell you that he can't believe that you're standing right here in front of him? not married, not taken by a man who's not him? 'didn't sleep well,' he mutters, trying to smile.

'why?' you step closer, worry etched in your features as your hand reaches out to touch his elbow. 'migraines again?'

the thing about going back five years while keeping your memories of all these five years is how wonwoo can't help but feel incredibly stupid. how could he not propose to you within all these years? how could he be so stupid? how could he ever think that someone else will ever make him feel the way you do? 'nothing to worry about,' he assures you, gentle and soft as he always is with you. 'let's go eat.'

it's weird to come back to the last year of university. wonwoo knows it all, sure, but it also feels foreign. being student felt like a distant memory to him and now he's back to discussing lectures and professors, he's back to - wonwoo freezes. he's back to walking you to your dorm, back to eating dinners with you, back to always spending his time with you. his heart speeds up at this realization. wonwoo has no idea how much time he has: this day, this week or even just few hours, but he has to make most of them. he grabs your wrist right when you enter cafeteria, stopping you shortly: 'can we go outside?' he asks hurriedly. 'i need- can we just go outside?'

you look confused but nod, following him outside. wonwoo doesn't hear a thing apart from his own heart beating loudly. what if this is a weird dream? what if he got so drunk that he literally died and this is some kind of limbo in which he stuck before going to heaven/hell? wonwoo shakes his head, breathing out. he can't think about that now. whatever the hell it is - a dream, hallucination, a divine intervention - wonwoo is not going to waste it. if this is his last chance - fuck, he will risk to ruin your friendship. he will take you never speaking to him again, he will risk it all to never again be on your wedding as a guest.

'you wanted to talk about something important?' you ask after a lapse of silence, turning to him.

your shoulder brushes his arm. wonwoo presses closer, tongue-tied. why is it so hard to form sentences? 'yeah,' he finally croaks. he realizes that he's leading you towards the park where you both met for the first time. 'i...need to say something. important. yes.'

'you're kinda freaking me out, not gonna lie,' you say jokingly with a hint of nerves. 'but take your time. tell me when you're ready.'

how can wonwoo not love you? how can he not when you're this considerate, this sweet, this caring? wonwoo is helpless. he chuckles and shakes his head. your sincerity disarms him and makes it easier to be honest too: 'i'm such an idiot.'

you frown, looking at him questioningly. 'what? no. you're not, woo.'

'i am. i have been in love with you for the last four years and never said a thing. doesn't make me an idiot?' he stops, making you pause too. your eyes are as big as saucers, but you're not running away so it's a good sign. 'i feel like we're always in some relationship with other people and i- it doesn't feel right. i never said anything cause we're friends.'

wonwoo wants to add that he knows where it got him, knows how the future goes in the case when he doesn't say a thing to you. wonders if he should tell you that, but then thinks better of it. you look shocked, but there's hope glimmering in your eyes and wonwoo presses on: 'what if we tried? you and i. just one chance. that's all i'm asking for - one chance.'

you lick your lips. 'you think it'll be good? us, i mean.'

'i think- no, i know that i will regret it my whole life if i don't try.'

and this it, isn't it? that's the main point - wonwoo knows how he felt on your wedding day. nothing can be worse than that, surely. you bite your lip and wonwoo takes your hands in his, giving them light squeeze. 'just one chance,' he repeats, slowly. 'we can be so good together.'

when your lips slowly transform into a smile, wonwoo feels like he can breathe again. 'one chance,' you repeat, shyly looking up at him. 'let's make most of it.'

wonwoo wants to scream. jump up and down like a kid. instead he grabs you by the waist and spins you around. your laughter rings in his ears like the best melody and when he hugs you and you hug him back, he silently prays for this to not end. prays for anyone to not take this away from him. you giggle and he presses a kiss on top of your head, sighing. he will hold on to this one chance and he will never, ever, let you go.

a/n: time loops are my favs! hopefully you liked it, let me know! <3 - nini

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iheart radio? more like, iheart svt

for @seventeen-heart <3

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BESTIE WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I WASN’T ABLE TO SIT STILL DURING QUALI???? I CAN HEAR MY HEART BEATING SO FAST. 😭

Q3 MADE ME NERVOUS THE MOST.

HI BESTIE!! this was the most nerve wrecking quali ever 😭 like there are so many good moments but so many sad ones? like YAY for both Mercedes so close but NAY for lando in p6?? YAY for pierre!! NAY for albono :((

that race is going to be SUPER interesting one that’s for sure!! i don’t have a feeling that oscar will stick to p1🧐🧐 what are you feeling?

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Hiii, can you do 26 with minghao?

hiii anonie, sure i can, thank you for requesting! hopefully you will like it :)

prompt: group project/team effort

you don't want to sound bratty or like you have a big head, but working in pairs is a nightmare and you'd rather do extra work than pair up with someone. 'grades are important, but socializing is a crucial aspect of university life too,' ethics professors says with a small smile. 'besides, i paired you with minghao, so you should be happy.'

you don't even try to hide disdain in your voice: 'with who?'

'with me.' you almost jump at the sudden male voice. turning, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. 'i'll try not to disappoint.'

'i can sense that you two will be great together!' professor cuts in, clapping. 'minghao's taking this class with another group, but you don't have to worry, he's all caught up with our topics.'

you can only nod, unsure of what's left to say. you two shake hands, exchange your names and phone numbers; you try your best not to appear rude or show how unhappy you are, but he sees right through you: 'making projects on your own has its perks, but team work is always better. there are-'

'i am able to look at one topic from different angles and think of other opinions other than my own,' you mutter, not really in the mood to hear another lecture on why team work is good. it takes a beat to realize how impolite that came off: 'not to say that you can't do the same or, you know, whatever. sorry for interrupting.'

minghao doesn't look offended. if anything he looks contemplative, staring at you like you're some extra hard puzzle to solve. in the end he smirks a little, tilting his head to the side: 'i'll try to change your opinion on team effort.'

to be honest, you didn't think much about it at first, but minghao turned this into his mission. every meeting of yours he made sure to point out some advantages of team work: from bouncing ideas off each other to splitting the work to get it done faster. with your guards up you didn't let him in at first, but it's impossible not to crack cause minghao is relentless. when he stumbles into your room with your favorite coffee and donuts, you finally mutter: 'i get it, team work is cool, you can stop bribing me with coffee and donuts now.'

minghao only chuckes at that, shaking his head. 'not bribing. just doing it cause i wanted to.'

and that's - a lot. because minghao does a lot of those little things for you because 'he just wanted to'. staying up much later to explain certain topic for you, waiting for you after classes even though his ones finished long time ago, buying you food, offering to drive you home. carefully pointing out your mistake in analysis without making you feel stupid, giving you all of his attention when you wanted to discuss something - all of it made you feel something inside that's probably stupid to feel for someone who doesn't even make it clear that he likes you romantically.

'we'll get the highest score,' you announce confidently on the final week before presentation. proof-reading whole work, you turn to him with a grin. 'and yeah, good job on proving me wrong about the team work.'

minghao comes closer and stands right behind you, leaning in to see laptop screen better. he's entirely too close and you gulp, trying to appear nonchalant. 'we did a good job,' he corrects. suddenly, he grips your chair and spins you around so instead of facing laptop, you're facing him. 'we work well together, don't you think?'

you blink. it sounds like there's hidden meaning behind his words, but you can't understand what he means. trying not to blush, your eyes scan his eyes for any trace of the joke, but he looks dead serious. 'uh, yeah?' you mumble, practically molding your back to the chair to put at least some kind of distance between your faces. 'what-'

'i have a theory that i want to test,' minghao leans closer. 'theory goes like this: if two individuals work together really well on the project then they'll work together really well outside of the project too.'

your heart skips a beat. could it be that he...? 'i said thousand times that i hate it when you're not direct,' you let out. 'i said thousand times that you always need to get to the point clearly.'

minghao, again, doesn't look offended. he looks in love and very, very fond. 'go on a date with me,' he offers simply, not skipping a beat. and because he's a little shit, he adds: 'and in order to get to the point clearly let me add - a romantic date. the one, where people who fancy each other go.'

he is insufferable. incredibly intelligent, funny and also a little shit. he also makes you feel like being yourself is the only option. he makes you feel like you being yourself is enough for him to like you. grinning, you say: 'good to see that you're learning something. answer is 'yes', by the way.'

a/n: student!minghao is one of my favorite ones to write, hope you liked this one! - nini

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hiii ^^ i would like to request prompt 4 with mingyu. maybe she doesn’t know about gyus ability and he keeps reading her mind while their getting closer and building tension

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prompt: mind meld/telepathy/mind reading

mingyu's excuse is that he didn't ask for it. which is a very flimsy excuse at its best, but he doesn't care; he didn't ask to be a mind reader, he didn't ask for the most fucked up ability in the world to manifest itself in him. but as minghao likes to say, it is what it is and it took mingyu years to control his power. after numerous painful headaches, failed attempts, frustrated tears and angry shouts mingyu finally learned to block this constant streams of thoughts from everyone. it became easier to breathe with mental wards up anf with time mingyu almost forgot about his ability. almost.

'so now that everyone's paired, i suggest you all go and get familiar with your partners.' dance teacher beams at everyone. 'i can't wait to see you all on the ball!'

you... don't look thrilled. by the way you're staring at him, mingyu supposes that you wanted to be paired up with anyone but him, which is extremely sad because he thought you two got along well. at least as well as two people, who attend the same dance class and don't speak to each other outside of it, can only be. and see, mingyu doesn't go around snooping in whatever people are thinking. his momma raised him better than that, but he's too curious of what's going on in that pretty head of yours and he can't resist - he peaks. he will know, there's an anxiety mixed with this thought in your head. no way he won't be able to get it. mingyu almost blurts out 'get what?' out loud, when you step closer, offering him a small smile. 'i'll see you next thursday then?' you ask and if it wasn't for a screaming anxiety in your mind, he would've thought you felt absolutely fine.

'yeah,' mingyu mumbles, confused. 'next thursday.'

next thursday mingyu can't crack you. amidst learning new choreo with you, he is trying to read your mind but he barely can separate some thoughts in the mix of anxiety. why is he looking at me like that? shit, did he catch me staring? am i being too obvious? if anything, you're being way too hard to read instead of obvious, at least for mingyu. 'what are you thinking about?' he finally asks, holding your hand firmly in his as you spin.

you freeze and stumble a little on the last step, turning to him with wide eyes. he knows!! 'what?' you breathe out, blushing. 'what do you mean?'

you look really pretty like this - all flushed due to dancing, shining eyes, warmth sipping from each feature of yours. it's very hard to not get distracted with you, but he still tries: 'is everything okay? you seem a bit.. anxious?'

oh my god, he knows. i can't even hide it, this is so embarrassing oh my god! your mind is almost blaring with a red siren and mingyu can't let you spiral, when he's right here, when he won't let anything bad happen to you. you start pulling away, but he grabs your wrist, not letting you go. you look like a scared deer, staring at him like he's about to break your heart, which is ridiculous. mingyu will treat your heart the best, with the utmost care, because you are nice and kind and pretty and he'd very much like to hold you close not only because you two are danncing partners. 'tell me,' he asks softly, looking into your eyes.

'i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable,' you whisper, blushing furiously. 'i promise i won't let this get in a way of our preparation.'

mingyu blinks. your mind is a mess of screams and shouts, he has no idea what you're talking about. 'what do you mean?'

'my crush on you,' you let out in a tiny voice, barely above whisper. 'i promise it won't get in a way of the training.'

mingyu is not the best one when it comes to words. they twist and turn in his mouth, they lack grace and actions always speak louder than words, right? at least in his case. mingyu doesn't really think; your thoughts spiral to the sadness and he can't let that happen, so he closes the distance and presses his mouth on yours. it's not really a kiss - just a press of the lips. mingyu stays there, lets your strawberry lipstick color his lips, lets softness of your lips pull him in; he only moves when you gasp quietly, clinging to his shoulders like you might drown. 'you have nothing to worry about,' mingyu whispers, pulling back. he rests his forehead on yours, smiling. 'not when it comes to your feelings for me or my feelings for you.'

he means it. your thoughts buzz with confusion, then with excitement and when he catches he likes me? for real? in your head, he says out loud: 'i like you. for real.'

you first look like you don't believe him but then beautiful smile blossoms on your face. mingyu smiles back. this mind reading thing does some good, after all.

a/n: these aus are so fun to write, hopefully you liked this, let me know! - nini

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Hi nini! Did you start a new prompt list by any chance? I saw your new works with dino which seems to have fluffy dialogue prompts but I can't seem to find the prompt list anywhere? It's not linked properly, maybe? I'd love to request one but I can't find it :(

I loved the dino writings though 🥹🥰 lovely work as ever

hi my love! 💜 if you mean 3 recent works i just reblogged then those are old ones, i just randomly remembered them and reblogged 😅 thank you for your kind words 🥰

feel free to request something without any prompt list though if you have something in mind! my inbox is always open. however, i do currently have this prompt list here, maybe something out of it will peak your interest? - https://ssentimentals.tumblr.com/post/775439527946944512/17k-followers-celebration-prompts-game

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Hiii! I am here again. I came to ask you if you could do 12. Turned Invisible with Cheol or Hao.

I do not know if this prompt is related to powers or a feeling.

I am going to describe myself in this one: last friday(21) I turned(?) 20, but so many close friends forgot about it, and the ones who I always had lunch with, just ignore me and payed attention to another girl of them; not gonna lie, I felt bad, didn't even finished my lunch because of this. But when I was leaving, they wished me happy birthday and they let me go after that.

It was weird after that, because it was the third birthday that I spent with them and the 2 years before we celebrated it, as well as the other birthdays of the group.

I felt like, even in my "special" day, I was not noticed. And I do not have anyone who can comfort me and validate that feeling.

I am sorry if I yapped to much, just wanna let this out and bury this feeling.

If you are uncomfortable or can't do it, don't worry!

Thank you for reading me <3

hi my darling! sorry for taking so long to reply, but i wanted to answer once your request will be done. first of all - happy belated birthday 💜 may this new year bring you many blessings and take away all your sorrows. birthdays are special and i'm sorry to hear that something like that happened on that day; i hope it didn't repeat again! second, this inbox is open for you to any kind of yapping, so never apologize and always feel free to come here whenever you want. for the third, your request is done, it's here 💜 i hope you will like it and hope the ending here will make you smile.

again - happy belated birthday! to many cakes and candles days 💜

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seungcheol + turning invisible

warnings: angst (with a happy ending though)

some people would kill for this superpower, you know. interestingly enough 'being invisible' turns up as an answer for the question about desired superpowers often enough for people to count you lucky. it's dumb, you think. everyone wants to be able to be invisible, but you know they'd hate it the second they actually turn invisible. it may sound fun, but in reality it's something you wish you never had especially on days like this one. when your haven't even tuned into your power and yet people seem to not see you anyway.

'we can start from setting up the deadlines first?' you suggest, looking around your study group.

no one answers. it's like you're not there, not with them but you are. just to be sure you check you pinch yourself - yes, you are here, you are present, you are not invisible. only it seems like you are with everyone ignoring you. all six people from your study group are currently engrossed in a conversation of hot new gossip, completely unaware of your existence. it stings. it makes a gnawing feeling in your chest rise, claw at your ribs, press on your lungs. trying to stop yourself from spiraling into negativity, you try one more time: 'who are you talking about?'

'no one,' one of the girl curtly dismisses you without looking.

it's not done intentionally, you can tell; there's no malice or desire to hurt you. but the way everyone just swatted you away like a noisy bug made your heart drop somewhere to the pit of your stomach. god, who needs this stupid power of invisibility, when you are doing just fine being invisible without it? it's impossible to continue seating here, feeling completely left out. you abruptly stand up, but no one even turns. 'i'll go order something,' you mumble, walking away.

food is the last thing on your mind now, but sitting there with them akin to a torture. you shift from one food stand to another, settling on chicken wings at the end. the queue is long enough for you to marinate in your thoughts and when someone bumps into you, you pay it no mind, when - 'oh, i'm so sorry, are you okay?'

you blink, turning around. you kind of didn't expect anyone to even apologize, because you thought you are invisible to them too. apparently not though, because leader of your group, seungcheol, is staring at you with his wide bambi eyes. 'um- i'm good, no worries,' you mutter, realizing that he's waiting for an answer.

seungcheol is the kind of guy who is so handsome that it's a bit scary; so good at leading and so kind that you think it's fake. you two never interacted outside of the classroom and you don't expect this instance to be any different, when seungcheol surprises you with: 'what you're going to order?'

it's.. an attempt at conversation, you think. which is a bit weird, because since when you're not invisible to him? just to be sure you ask: 'you're asking me?'

seungcheol chuckles fondly. 'yeah, who else? i'm talking to you.'

it shouldn't matter this much but it does. it makes all of your insides warm, makes you unreasonably happy. seungcheol is never mean, so you know that he's genuine here even if it's a bit weird for you. 'just 6 buffalo chicken wings,' you answer. 'you?'

'12 of them,' seungcheol smiles at you and you think that this is it, when he goes: 'how's the project going? you're in group B, right?'

you feel more and more out of depth. 'you know in which group i am?'

seungcheol awkwardly laughs, blushing a little. 'uh, yeah. not in a creepy way though! just, kind of. noticed.'

'noticed,' you repeat dumbly after him.

'uh-huh.'

'noticed because.. you were paying attention?'

you don't mean to interrogate him over such a simple matter, but it's just so baffling to you that you can't wrap your head around it. you are invisible to even your own group as they have demonstrated recently, so seungcheol noticing you makes your head spin a little. seungcheol avoids your gaze, tips of his ears burn bright red. 'why are you so surprised?' he asks, deflecting your question.

'i'm kind of invisible,' you answer without thinking, only then realizing how it sounded. 'um, i mean-'

'not to me,' seungcheol interrupts in a very serious tone. he frowns, looking at you. 'i don't really know what you mean with that invisible thing, but not to me. i always see you.'

his words wash over you in a gentle wave. warmth settles deep in your bones as you stare at him and he stares back, honesty written all over his face. you don't know what to say, how to convey how important his words were for you because he won't get it. seungcheol has no idea what it means for you to hear it and the simple way he stated something so earth-shattering makes you want to laugh.

'you're alone here? we can eat together if you want,' he offers after a silence.

'i'm here with my group,' you answer and his eyes dim a little, but he nods and forces a smile. you quickly add: 'but they are busy, so i'll gladly sit with you if that's okay.'

seungcheol instantly perks up like a puppy. 'of course, that'd be great!'

great. you have no idea how someone like seungcheol can think that sitting with you is great, but you'll take it. maybe it's not about being invisible for some people. maybe it's about being visible for those who matter.

a/n: this turned out a bit long, but i hope it's fine, let me know <3 - nini

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