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[241221 🐯]

to make my stories as a full fic - smau or just a mini smau….

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[241221 🐯]

haechan so beautiful it’s genuinely making me mad

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I love how u wrote Sakuya, it wasn’t explicitly bf gf if ykwim? And I love that detail so much 🎀

i was trying to go for that lolol ≽^⎚˕⎚^≼

thanku sm for noticing & enjoying it ily <3

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Just caught up on your jeno fic it’s soo cutie ☺️

omg thank you bae (.◜◡◝) i’m so happy you’re enjoying it <3 your kind words mean so much to me !! i love you forever 💗

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ㅡ light on the loop.

🥐 a fujinaga sakuya fic <3

୨ matching lego keychains with sakuya ୧

the first time you notice it, you’re not even looking for it. you’re sitting in that quiet corner of the café, the one with the mismatched chairs and the table that’s always just a little too wobbly.

he’s across from you, happily enjoying his bread as his fingers reach up to brush his lips to wipe the crumbs every now and then.

there’s something different about him, you feel it before you can exactly pinpoint it.

it isn’t until the sunlight hits just right that you see it. the loop of his belt catches the glint, and there it is.

a single lego keychain. a collection of tiny blocks that were supposed to be you, hanging there.

you almost don’t recognize it at first, too caught up in the way he always seems to exist in his own world when he’s in the presence of bread, like nothing else matters the but the grain in front of him.

it’s only then that you realize what it is.

the keychain you swapped with him, only a few weeks ago.

the same one you have of him, tucked safely onto your own bag. yours hangs quietly, always there, dangling lightly.

but his, the one he has of you, isn’t with the rest of his keychains, the ones that jangle off his backpack, getting lost through the warmth of his life.

no, this one is separate, set apart. like it holds something more. something special, to him at least.

when you ask him about it, his smile is soft, almost shy. "i don’t keep it with the others," he says, his voice low, like he doesn’t want to break the quiet.

"it’s special." his fingers brush over the lego of yourself, like touching it again makes the memory more real. "i like having you close to me."

you nod, warmth spreading in your chest. he always had a way of making the smallest things feel important.

the lego wasn’t just a keychain — it was a piece of you both, frozen in time, something neither of you can let go of.

now, every time you see him, you look for lego you. you’ll always find it — the tiniest splash of yellow hanging from his belt loop, and somedays, his wallet.

he never let it be tangled with the rest of his keychains, keeping it where only he can feel its pull. a small reminder of you and what you shared.

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

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[241220 🐯]

we got sm nct content today ໒꒰ྀི 𖦹 ˕ × ꒱ྀིა‎

life is good in ncity once again !! <3 💚

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ㅡ crusty claws.

🐥 a dong sicheng smau <3

୨ winwin makes sure your nails are always done ୧

with love,

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૮ s’mores n strawberries ྀི ა .ᐟ

“do you think we should try the dark chocolate this time?” renjun asked, tossing a bag of marshmallows into his basket.

you nod, glancing over at him with a small smile. “we’ll need extra for the strawberries too.”

the store was quiet except for the soft clinking of your basket against renjun, the two of you moving together, next to each other down the aisles of the store.

“okay, i’ll go grab the strawberries then,” renjun says, glancing at the list in your hand. “you keep looking for marshmallows.”

you reply with a quick nod. “sure. I’ll grab the marshmallows.”

“don’t get lost,” you hear him say as he disappears down the aisle, leaving you alone in the snack section.

you turn your attention back to the shelves, scanning for the marshmallows. as you reach for a bag, your basket bumps into someone else’s.

"sorry about that," you say, glancing up, only to find jeno standing there, his hand still on his own basket.

"no, you’re good," he says, quickly stepping back. his brows lift slightly in recognition. "oh? hey."

you blink, realizing it’s him. "jeno? hi."

he laughs lightly, adjusting the basket in his hand. "this is kinda funny. twice in one day."

"yeah, what’re the odds," you say, smiling. "what brings you here?"

"it’s grocery day. but we’re making s’mores too," he says, tilting his head toward the marshmallows in front of you two. "my friend, jaemin, is here too, somewhere over there, grabbing the crackers."

you glance down at your basket. "same thing, more or less. chocolate covered strawberries and smores. renjun’s getting the strawberries."

"makes sense," jeno says, nodding. "you’re here with renjun?"

"yeah," you say, adjusting the marshmallows in your basket

jeno glances between you and your basket, his expression unreadable for a moment. "sounds like you’ve got a good system going."

"we do," you say, smiling lightly. "jun’s always been good at keeping things organized."

the way you say it, like it’s second nature to rely on him, to give him a nickname, makes jeno pause. it’s subtle, but his lips twitch slightly, as if he’s considering something.

before jeno can let his mind wander off to impossible situations, a figure appears at the end of the aisle, holding a box of graham crackers.

"jeno, we need—" he stops short when he sees you. his eyes flick between you and jeno. "oh, hi."

"hi," you reply, realizing it must be the friend jeno was here with.

jeno gestures between the two of you casually. "y/n. we met earlier."

jaemin glances at you, then back at jeno, his lips twitching like he’s holding back a grin. "right," he replies, smiling now. "nice to meet you, i’m jaemin."

you reply with a smile, ignoring his failed attempt at hiding his smile. “nice to meet you too jaemin”

before the conversation can go further, renjun appears, a container of strawberries in hand. he looks at you, then at the two guys, raising a brow.

"ran into each other again, huh?" renjun says with a knowing smile.

"yeah," jeno replies easily.

jaemin grins as he peaks inside your basket. "wait, are you guys doing smores too?"

"yep," renjun says, sliding the strawberries into your basket. "and strawberries. we’re classier than you."

you nudge him lightly, shaking your head. "ignore him."

jaemin grins. "well just come over then. we’ve already got the set up ready, and it’ll be more fun together."

jeno nods, glancing at you, waiting for your reaction. "yeah, you guys should, it’s way better with more people."

renjun glances at you, clearly leaving the decision up to you.

"why not?" you say, smiling softly. "we’ve got the marshmallows, after all."

"and i’ve got the crackers," jaemin adds with a playful smirk, holding up the box like it’s a prize.

jeno laughs lightly. "guess we’re all set, then”

“see you in a bit?" he asks in a hopeful tone while starting at you.

"yeah," renjun says, nodding. "just let us finish up, and we’ll head over."

the group naturally drifts apart, but there’s an easy warmth lingering as you and renjun finish gathering your things, the promise of a cozy evening already making you look forward to it.

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ㅡ my youth, your kitchen.

with love,

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warmth and s'mores - park jisung

wc: 302

notes: been pondering about ji heavily lately tbh (as always) so take this little thingy :P

today is a perfectly cold day for s'mores. at least that's what you and jisung think.

and so a fire was built, and s'mores were made. you're sitting outside together cuddled up one blanket, watching the fire burn and warp itself to whatever shape the wind decides. it's scary, but beautiful. 

you turn to look at jisung, watching him eat his s'more while the orange hues from the fire pit illuminate his face. you understand why people say he looks like a hamster, he eats like one too, crumbs coating the side of his mouth.

"oh- ji you've got a little something.." the corners of your lips begin to turn up as you point at his face.

"oh!" he wipes the wrong spot swiftly, "did i get it?"

"not quite," a giggle finds its way out of your mouth as he tries and fails again, "here, let me just-"

you bring your thumb up to swipe at the crumbs on his lip, and it's like jisung short circuits, staring at you with wide eyes and red cheeks.

your breath fogs up in the cold air as you speak with a smile, "ji, you gotta stop acting like we haven't been together for months now. you blush so easily!"

he turns away shyly, but not without giving you a light nudge with his shoulder, "it's from the cold, not you!"

"sure, believe that all you want." you tease, looking over only to find a smile on his face to match yours.

you don't speak after that, just basking in the fire together. the sounds of the fire crackling and graham crackers crunching fills your ears space comfortably. 

the cold is everywhere, ask any news station or any weather app. but you find yourself coated in the warmth of melted chocolate and simple love.

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OH MY GYATT I JUST REALIZED U FOLLOWED ME SHDHSJDJSJA HEHEHEHE

i love ur mini smaus sm especially the doyo and yuta one ur ideas r so cute pls never did🥺🥺🫶🫶

ahh 💗 literally me with u omg

it means sm coming from you ;(( thank u soo much ily <3

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[241218 🐯]

when nct units interact with one another and nctzens play into the bit of “wait they know each other?” ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა it’s the funniest thing ever bc how does mark from 127 know jaemin from dream… hmmmm

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ㅡ bound by birth.

🐯 a lee minhyung fic <3

୨ his favorite person, numbers, & date ୧

the rooftop was quiet, the city lights stretching endlessly in every direction. mark had rented out the entire space for the evening, wanting privacy. "no distractions," he’d said earlier with a casual shrug, as if it was the simplest thing in the world to turn a luxury venue into his own private sanctuary.

you sat beside him on the plush outdoor sofa, the scent of his cologne — a clean, woodsy warmth — lingering in the cool evening air. a soft cashmere throw was draped over your legs, and mark’s hand rested comfortably on your thigh, his fingers warm and steady against you.

“do you ever think about how much a person’s life can change?” his voice broke the quiet, low and contemplative.

you turned to look at him, catching the sharp lines of his jaw under the soft glow of the ambient lighting. “what do you mean?” you asked with curiosity.

he didn’t answer immediately, his gaze focused on the city skyline. when he spoke again, his tone was softer.

“mine changed the day i met you.”

you blinked at his words, your heart skipping a beat.

“be serious,” you say playfully nudging his shoulder.

he glanced at you, the faintest smile tugging his lips at your reaction. “i’m serious. you don’t even realize how much you’ve done for me.”

you shifted under his gaze, suddenly feeling the weight of his words. “i didn’t do anything,” you said, your voice quieter now.

“you didn’t have to,” he replied. “you just... being you is enough.”

his hand on your thigh tightened slightly, grounding you. “before you, i was just going through the motions. work, money, investments — it all felt empty. but then you came along, and suddenly, it all made sense. everything i have, everything i’ve worked for; it’s yours.”

your breath caught, the sincerity in his voice leaving you momentarily speechless. “mark, you don’t have to—”

“i know i don’t,” he interrupted gently, his eyes meeting yours. “but i want to. you’re everything to me, y/n. i need you to know that.”

the intensity in his gaze made your heart race, and you struggled to find the right words. “mark…”

“i’ve already made it clear in other ways,” he continued, cutting you off with a faint smirk. “you know my bank pin?”

you frowned at the sudden change in topic. “why would i know that?”

“you should, it’s your birthday,” he said, his tone casual as if he were stating a fact as simple as the weather.

you blinked, unsure if you’d heard him right. “wait... what?”

“my bank pin,” he repeated, his smirk growing. “it’s your birthday.”

“mark,” you said, your voice half-laugh, half-disbelief. “why would you do that?”

“because it’s the most important date in my life,” he said simply. “it’s the day everything changed.”

your chest tightened, his words sinking in. “you’re crazy.”

“i’m practical,” he corrected you, his smirk softening into a smile.

“it’s not just my pin, by the way. it’s the access code for the penthouse, my apartment, my car, my office vault...”

you could tell he was only naming what came to his mind in the moment, and that it wasn’t even half of half of whatever else he uses your date of birth for.

your eyes widened. “but that’s so reckless!”

“it’s not,” he replied smoothly, his thumb beginning slow circles against your thigh. “it’s intentional.”

“intentional?”

“every time i use those digits, it reminds me of what matters most.” his voice dropped slightly, his tone laced with quiet conviction. “you.”

your heart felt impossibly full, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him. “mark, i don’t even know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, leaning closer. his hand slid from your thigh to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin gently. “just let me take care of you.”

you sighed, leaning into his touch. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and yours,” he countered, his lips curving into a small smile.

the soft breeze of the city below filled the silence that followed, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was warm and intimate, unspoken promises hanging in the air.

mark’s hand found yours, his fingers lacing with yours as he held you close.

in his world of endless luxury and power, mark had chosen to make you the center of it all — not because he had to, but because he couldn’t imagine it any other way.

“your birthday,” he repeated. “it’s my favorite day. because that’s the day you came into the world. the day everything started.”

you blinked, his words settling over you like a soft whisper. “mark…”

“every time i think about it,” he continued, his voice low and gentle, “i can’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of gratitude. like, how lucky i am that you’re here.”

you were lost in his words, your chest tight with emotion. “wait no, you don’t need to—”

“i do,” he said, cutting you off.

“it’s true. your birthday isn’t just a number to me. it’s a reminder of who you are, and how you’ve changed everything.”

he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “and that’s why it matters more to me than anything else.”

you didn’t have to say anything in return. his words, his actions, spoke louder than anything you could have.

mark had made sure you knew, without any doubt, that in his world, you were the one that made it all worthwhile.

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

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[241218 🐯]

me & my mika 🍑🐱 <3 @lovesuhng

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your yuta smau was sooooo good

the concept , the dialogue ugh 😩😘😘

thank you sm 🥺🥺💕 the concept just felt so him yk ˙𐃷˙

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ㅡ living love letter.

🌹 a lee taeyong fic <3

୨ taeyong getting your doodles inked onto his skin ୧

taeyong loved being your canvas.

it started with small, lazy sketches on his arms and hands whenever you were curled up together on quiet afternoons. a smiley face here, a dainty flower there — simple little doodles drawn while you two watched movies or listened to music.

taeyong would hum along softly, letting you guide the tip of the pen or marker with care, never once pulling away.

"you trust me too much," you teased, adding swirls or stars across his wrist.

taeyong smiled, eyes fond and warm. "your art belongs on me."

what you didn’t realize back then was that he’d make those scribbles permanent.

the first one came after a particularly quiet sunday, the kind where the sunlight melted across the floor and time didn’t seem to matter. you’d drawn a tiny daisy on his wrist—crooked petals, uneven lines, but charming nonetheless.

"it’s just a doodle," you teased when he kissed it later that evening.

a week later, he showed up at your door with it tattooed in the exact same spot.

"taeyong, what-"

"i wanted to keep it," he said simply, rolling up his sleeve so you could see. the tattoo artist had copied it perfectly; every ‘flaw,’ every wobbly petal.

"it’s yours, so it’s mine now. forever."

you didn’t know what to say, just smiled at him like he’d hung the stars himself.

the second one came on his shoulder.

it had been raining all day, and you were both curled up under blankets, passing a marker back and forth as you traced lines up his arm. "let’s do something bigger," you murmured, biting your lip as you drew a little galaxy, making sure to include stars, swirls, and even a small crescent moon.

"why space?" he asked, eyes half-lidded as he leaned into you.

"because you’re my universe," you replied softly, trying not to sound too cheesy.

taeyong didn’t reply, he just smiled, tucking his face against your shoulder.

two weeks later, the galaxy was there to stay

you ran your fingers over it when he showed you, your voice caught in your throat.

“you really don’t hesitate, do you?”

"not when it comes to you," he whispered back.

the third one was a little heart on his ring finger.

it wasn’t planned at all. you’d drawn it in passing while you two were waiting for food at a small diner — “your spot.”

"to match your heart," you said, grinning like it was nothing.

taeyong didn’t tell you until months later that he’d gone to get it tattooed that very same week.

"wait, when did this happen?" you laughed, holding his hand between yours to look closer.

"it’s tiny, but it’s there," he said with a proud grin. "like you. always with me."

you didn’t know how to respond except to kiss him, your laughter tangled with his lips.

the most recent one took you by surprise.

"close your eyes," taeyong said one evening, his voice full of that familiar excitement that meant he was up to something.

"why?" you asked, suspicious but still smiling.

"just trust me."

when you opened them, taeyong was rolling up his shirt sleeve to reveal a new tattoo — a delicate outline of your handwriting, right along the inside of his forearm.

you stared, mouth open. "is that..?"

"your i love you,” he finished for you, the corners of his lips curling. "the one you wrote on my arm last week."

you remembered it — just a small moment, an afterthought as you’d scribbled the words there absentmindedly. but now, seeing it permanently etched into his skin, your chest felt impossibly full.

"taeyong," you whispered, tracing the ink gently.

he smiled at you, eyes soft. "you always say it’s just doodles, but they mean everything to me."

you didn’t know what you’d done to deserve someone like him, someone who could take the smallest things you gave him and turn them into treasures.

“you’re the most precious thing that’s ever happened to me," you murmured, pressing a kiss to his forearm where the ink rested, still looking fresh.

"i’m all yours," he replied simply, his hand finding yours.

and when you looked at the collection of little tattoos across his skin — your daisy, your galaxy, your heart — you realized taeyong had turned himself into a living love letter.

the ink might have stayed, but so did he.

with love,

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ㅡ pierced & painted.

🍒 a nakamoto yuta smau <3

୨ meeting yuta during your piercing appointment ୧

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

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nerf this! - a lee haechan smau

── d-day

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notes: might be niche but i would loove if mark did a collab w lola young,, fraktsiya is making me see so many possibilities my brain is running wild

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