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nomad steve….. *jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair* Ahem, you look very lovely.

gosh i can’t even put words together bc i’m blown away but, i love this fic so much- usually it takes a lot for me to full on sob bc of a book/fanfic but THIS, this made me ugly cry 😭 and there were so many sweet and beautiful moments that made my heart swell up at times.. the way this fic ended put my heart at ease (LMAO) but it was a beautiful ending and i can’t begin to describe all the things i felt while reading.

i still love you | zhong chenle

word count: 17, 367

genre: high school!au, basketball!player, angst, fluff, you are a bet au??? lol idk 8 letters!au

warnings: lots of angst, playing of emotions, mentions of panic attacks and sex.

authors note: im finally back!! with a chenle fic!! okay so,, i wanted to thank everyone who loved 8 letters, the reaction to that fic was better than anything i could’ve ever imagined, so thank you so much!! this is like a chenle version from the same universe. but most importantly: i decided to put songs in some scenes to enhance the experience while reading, you don’t have to but if you want to listen to the ‘soundtrack’ of this fic click the ‘🏀’!!!!! please enjoy!! 

synopsis: high school can be complicated. thats why when your crush of three years, zhong chenle, approaches you out of nowhere offering to drive you home you are right to question his intentions.

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HELLO???!?? i don’t usually read short fics but man this really did it for me 😭😭 i’m so sad and i keep thinking about the ending (if there is no part 2 i’m just gonna keep thinking he made it back safely LOL)

don’t go — yang jungwon. classmates to lovers. zombie apocalypse au. fluff and angst. 

synopsis. you never would’ve expected meeting your class president under these circumstances, but here you are, in a barricaded classroom with your hand in his. when night falls and the undead sound a little quieter, jungwon makes it his responsibility to check for any possible routes of escape, but it’s a little hard when you’re begging him not to go (1.7k words)

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“I’m scared.”

The sound of heavy footsteps is all you hear, echoing around your school hallways in senseless direction and stretching all the way towards the staircase. At least, it’s all you hear from where you’re hidden with Jungwon, just a few meters from the things that roam the halls. 

“Jungwon, I’m so scared.”

Your temporary sanctuary is in a locked classroom, windows and doors barricaded to keep a barrier between the pair of you and the undead. It’s dusty, and your only notable memory of the place is crying while having to push at the bodies of the people who used to be your classmates, the ones you had to kill if you wanted to survive. 

They weren’t who they used to be, is what you repeat in your head over and over as you try to justify your actions. And yet, flashes of memory still sneak their way in. You refuse to acknowledge them, afraid of getting killed if you let yourself get distracted by who they were before they turned.

Everything had happened in a flash, you don’t even remember much. It passes you like a blur - the screams, finding the warmth of a hand, running away until you couldn’t catch your breath anymore, and shoving yourselves into any room you found that was unoccupied. Now, it’s almost a day later and you’re left wondering what your plan of action was supposed to be.

You lean against Jungwon, desperately trying to reassure yourself that you still had someone. Not that you and the class president were necessarily close before this had happened. You’ve only shared brief interactions in class, or when you were tasked to bring papers into the Council office with him, or even short greetings in the hallways. Nothing more than simple hello’s and small waves.

Now, you’re clinging onto him with the prospect of never letting him go. 

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tbh i don’t usually read mafia/gang aus but this one- this is amazing oh my god. the development of the plot- the sad and cheesy moments- i love it all. my heart hurt for riki and the fact that he longed for a normal childhood like the rest of the kids, he deserves all the love in the world my gosh. yn and riki really deserve to be together and my heart broke for them 😭😭

sobbing at the fact that he calls yn every single night despite the time difference AND his job- AND HE TELLS HER HE LOVES HER EVERY SINGLE TIME?? i love this boy so much he literally deserves everything and the universe 🥹🥹🥹

i keep saying he deserves so much and well, i’ll keep saying it because hE DOES

this is definitely one of the best fics i’ve read hands down. it was a 14k wc but time flew by so fast bc i was so invested in it :,,)))))

OMG JUST WANNA ADD- I WAS LISTENING TO ‘YOUR EYES TELL’ BY BTS AND ‘STAY ALIVE’ BY SUGA AND JK WHILE READING THIS AND IT FIT SO WELL

Killing has always been easy for the renowned assassin known as Ni-ki, but his latest target is the crime boss of rival mafia “I-Land”. And well, his daughter is cute.

.: 14.6k words .:. female reader .:. friends to lovers .:. fluff, action, hurt/comfort :.

.: tw: implied physical violence, gang violence, gun violence, character death :.

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He’s just a kid. Soft little eyes and chubby bunny cheeks.

A ruthless and renowned assassin, born and bred for murder.

Raised to never hesitate.

Picked from a bunch of orphans as the one with the highest potential. “I bet this one’ll be good at murder,” he thinks they must’ve said.

He was only eight.

He was only eight when he got up and left all that he knew for what he thought would be a better life. He was only eight when he began his practice into martial arts, exercising and practising and fighting, all in training to become a killer. He was only a few years older when they first gave him a gun.

And yet, here he was, at the peak of his teens and already a seasoned veteran in the field of assassination and murder. And here he was, standing, shaking, a gun pointed at the head of his target, stopping himself from pulling the trigger simply because, well, your voice was stuck in his head. There wasn’t a particular phrase or word stuck in his head either.

It was just your laugh.

It was your smile, your eyes, and the way they crinkled when you laughed.

He doesn’t shoot.

He can’t.

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