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soo this is my first post hiiii i love nct frank ocean blue color and the little prince

nct dream as angst tropes

THEME : angst aus

CONTAINS : idol!jeno, soccer player!mark, avoidant attachment!haechan, fwb!chenle (is it angst?), miscommunication trope, right place wrong time, nonidol!jisung

CW : talks of unnamed illness, suggestive in chenle’s part, betrayal (not cheating), injury, talk of death (jisung), reader accuses jaemin of cheating

NOTE : i hate the cheating trope, so i did my best to make sure none of them did that ++ i’m thinking of making jisung’s part a series, i’m kind of testing the waters for now.

JENO | distance. the idol life was calling his name, it was something he’d been doing for years. when you came into the picture, he assumed everything would be the same, just with an extra person in his life. sounds easy right?

(minors dni)

Donghyuck claims to hate you.

It is raining pitchforks. Water splashes as you run on the sidewalk, footsteps slippery and attire ruined. You are soaked to your bones and in a desperate need for shelter. That is why you don't think twice and let your feet guide you to the one person you swore you'll never involve yourself with.

Donghyuck claims to hate you.

He opens the door, countenance unpleasant and hair messy, headphones hung around his neck. The faint buzz of television is audible inside the house. Donghyuck is only wearing a pair of black sweats, his nipples staring back at you in all their perked glory. You try not to stare. You might be pathetically failing.

His lips part in surprise at the sight of your drenched figure. You are shivering, legs weak and the chatter of your teeth resonating loudly in your ears. A warm palm wraps around your elbow and ushers you in.

Donghyuck claims to hate you.

He deliberately gets your coffee order wrong all the time. He doesn't laugh at your jokes and throws passive aggressive comments at every given opportunity. He flashes all thirty-two of his teeth whenever Karina drops by to say hi, but his jaw locks like a saltwater crocodile the moment he spots you.

Donghyuck claims to hate you.

He forces you to sit on a chair, drying your hair with a fluffy white towel. His oversized shirt sits just above your knees; you shut your thighs together to cover your bare parts. Your eyes are heavy with sleep as he rubs the towel on your head, so you lean against his (toned) abdomen and close your eyes. He lets you be.

Donghyuck claims to hate you.

He's waking you up, shaking your shoulder gently. His face is inches away from yours. You pretend you don't notice the way his eyes flick down for a fraction of a second; it might be your sleep muddled brain making things up.

He offers you a hot mug of coffee. He is seated on the other end of the couch, body facing you, seemingly concerned about your state. He is still shirtless, his nipples are still staring back at you, and you aren't able to think straight anymore.

Donghyuck claims to hate you.

But you think it's all pretence when you pull him into a kiss and his passion is unrivalled as he kisses back. His hands come to settle on your waist and neck, head tilting to get as close to you as possible. His hand rubs slow circles on your waist in an attempt to calm the both of you.

Donghyuck claims to hate you.

“I don't,” he grunts. He's buried deep inside of you. Droplets of sweat glisten on his forehead.

He's kissing you again. You think he likes it from the way he won't stop doing it. You bet your lips are swollen, because his surely are and he wasn't even on the receiving end of all those bites. He nestles his face on the crook of your neck when he comes undone; you've already got off thrice.

Donghyuck claims to hate you.

He helps you clean with the gentlest hands, softly spreading his fragrant shower gel all over your body - your chest, stomach, back, thighs - leaving butterfly kisses while he's still there. It somehow goes south from there. Again.

He falls to his knees and grips your thighs to keep them open, tongue working wonders on your throbbing clit. He has little to no self-control is what you interpret. Not that you have any to begin with.

Donghyuck claims to hate you.

He insists you stay over, he'll sleep on the couch if it’ll make you comfortable. When you suggest he take the bed and yo- you don't ever get to complete the sentence because no, he'll never let you do that. You pretend your heart doesn't swell with a little something at that; what were you even pretending for anyway?

Because even though Donghyuck claimed to hate you, he isn't pretending anymore when he tucks you in his chest and cards his fingers through your hair, lulling you to sleep. His hands are holding your head like you mean the world to him. You smell like him too, and it's the most at rest you've been in a long time.

Maybe you aren't pretending anymore too. From the way you are nuzzling into the warm expanse of his (still shirtless) chest to the way your hand absent-mindedly pats his back, you don't think it's an act of cat and mouse.

But you'll not think about it now, you'll save it for when the morning comes. Now, you'll fall into a deep slumber in the embrace of the man whom you've loved forever.

(He's loved you for longer, but you don't know that just yet.)

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[08:52] | nct lee donghyuck | haechan

pairing » nct lee donghyuck (haechan) x fem!reader​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, marriage!au, non-idol au!

genre » mildly (?; as compared to my latest one before) suggestive but mainly fluff, dad haechan and mum reader, fluffy aftercare morning, just a cute little scenario in the morning, husband haechan who loves you very much, gentle haechan who treats you well, haechan and you both get to be the little/big spoon

word count; estimated reading time » 1626; ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » aftercare in the morning (continued from previous night), suggestive talk, reader wears haechan's clothes, reader has hair long enough to be tucked behind the ear, mentions of s*x; from previous night (no smut), haechan touches your lower body momentarily, abdominal cramps after s*x, (a ton of) kissing, pet names (baby girl, bubs), nicknames (hyuck), mildly (?) suggestive sentence at the end, haechan implied to be physically bigger, not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

noo i love haechan and his kind words so much, someone please kidnap him for me🙏

[2:10 AM] Jeno sighed as he leaned over to tie your hair up in a bun. You were sitting against the counter of the bathroom sink, looking the most wasted that you have ever been.

You spent the entire night drinking after a major fight broke between you and him. It hasn’t been going fine for a while now. You never seem to meet a common ground in almost everything which led to a dozen arguments a week. The fight from four nights ago was the last straw. You were fighting over something as simple as doing the dishes. That’s how bad it was. In your frustration, you said some words you didn’t mean. You called Jeno names you never even used before. And in his anger, he said he wished you two just never met.

Something broke inside you that time. You shouted at him to leave. To just go and never come back. Jeno didn’t even say anything in his defense. He just let out a sigh before turning around and walking out the door, closing it with a deafening bang. Then you broke down.

You love him, you still do. But with everything that went on lately, with your lack of time and attention and patience for each other, love definitely wasn’t enough to keep the flame alive. Still, part of you hoped that it was just one of your silly fights. Part of you hoped to find him right next to you when you wake up in the morning. But he didn’t show up the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that.

I guess it’s over, you thought to yourself. It was fine at first. But every ticking second weighed heavier on your heart. Did you really just throw a three-year relationship in the dust just because of some dirty dishes? You broke down again. Then you figured crying won’t drown the pain. But alcohol definitely will.

After forcing some friends to go clubbing with you, you wasted no time emptying shots of alcohol down your throat. You didn’t keep count. You just kept on throwing them in and in. You know your friends have been trying to slow you down the whole night. You kept getting worried looks from them but you couldn’t care. You just wanted to forget. You wanted the thought of Lee Jeno to depart your mind and give you even just a night of peace. 

But every time a guy dances a little too close to you or someone turns to ask your name, you always blurt out the same reply, “I have a boyfriend.”

“I know,” one guy replied. He was gripping your wrist, enough to keep you from running but not so much to make it hurt.

You laughed. Your head was spinning. “How?” you asked, your tone a little too flirtatious even for your intoxicated self.

“Because I’m him.”

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⊹. we'll be alright ˚. ⊹

pairing : bf!jeno x gn!reader | wc >0.8k genre : hurt/comfort, college!au, established relationship, hint at grumpy x sunshine *･♫ : try again by d.ear & jaehyun

CHOOSE YOUR FATE! : requested by dear anon ᵔᴗᵔ ‧₊˚✧ taglist : @nfrgirl @todorokiskitten a/n : happy valentines day to everyone who celebrates <;/3 lmk what you think about this, i hope you like it !!

it’s so late at night that it’s almost morning. you wipe your eyes, skin around them being dry is the thing that keeps you awake. you promise yourself that you will write one more sentence and then — off to bed. you’ve finished two essays tonight keeping these promises. truth be told, they are not urgent and you can go to bed. you should let yourself rest, but you can’t bring your mind to rest. being busy is preferred to being worried.

you’re cold.

little shivers run through your body, down your spine, and all you can do is clench your chattering teeth and dig your nails into the skin of your palms. the heavy rain falls down without mercy, going pitter patter as it hits the asphalt. a sudden lightning strike lights up the town, flashing in the reflection of puddles, and you manage a weak jolt.

dark clouds blanket the whole sky, not allowing even a sliver of blue to shine through the darkness of the rainy evening. enveloping you, surrounding you, soft earthy scents — wet asphalt, roses blooming to your left and right, bushes with sweet-smelling flora guiding your path, little petals glistening with droplets and bouncing with the force of the rain.

it’d be comforting, were it not for one simple fact; 

you don’t have an umbrella.

12:44 – 재민 (Jaemin)

P: Jaemin x female reader | G: timestamp, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff | Inc: office au, lunch breaks, established relationship, descriptions of self-loathing, planning dinner, Jaemin offering to pick y/n up from work | Wc: 463 | W: self-loathing| R: G

Min's notes: fun fact I literally started the word doc at 12:44 on Thursday :D this whole fic is self-indulgent honestly, I needed this on the day, bc this was exactly how much lunch break went haha. Just without Jaemin.

There’s an ache in y/n’s chest as she slumps into the booth. The office is awash with conversation, her colleagues all walking past on their way to the cafeteria. She’d join them, on a normal day, and bask in the reprieve it grants her away from her desk. But today, she just can’t seem to bring herself to get up, to go and join the general office population. Not when her chest is tight and coiled with self-loathing, a thick sludge that coats every part of her brain and body.

She just can’t do it today.

Lunch itself doesn’t seem all to appealing anymore, and she sets her lunchbox aside, silently grieving the lack of appetite while she downs an iced coffee, the second caffeinated beverage she’s had today. Maybe that’s what’s toying with her, y/n’s mind supplies, subtle palpitations aching to prove her threadbare theory right.

But the HR admin’s had more coffee without any adverse effects, and the true culprit of her turmoil taunts her again. It’s almost pathetic, how easily her train of thought slips into cruel lies, reminding y/n by the second of her imagined incompetence.

Always bothering them, always wasting everyone’s time. Utterly useless human being.

Her phone’s ringing. Her personal phone. The call’s answered before y/n can think about letting it ring out, a whisper of desperate hope that wants whoever it is on the other line to either save her from her thoughts or put her out of her damned misery. One way or another. She isn’t picky.

“Hello, my love,” Jaemin hums, his voice bright and cheerful and undeserving of y/n’s inner misery, “I’m picking up some things for dinner tonight, how’s work going?”

“I..” and the words clog in her throat, suffocating her with the threat of burning tears until she can force them out. “I think I’ll head home early today; I need a break.”

And on the other end, in the middle of the supermarket, Jaemin’s face knits into a frown, concern making a home in his chest. Y/n didn’t sound like she was upset that morning, but now? Now it sounds like the love of his life is fracturing around the edges, desperate for salvation of any kind. He needs to get a move on, hurry home and make sure everything’s in place to give his girlfriend the tenderness she needs.

He can start with a simple offer, however.

“Do you want me to come pick you up when I’m finished with the shopping?” Jaemin offers, standing in line for the cashier. He waits for an answer, counting the seconds as they drag on, each long and—

“Please, Min. I miss you..” Y/n’s voice hovers through, and Jaemin’s plans are set.

“I’ll be over as soon as I’m done, my love.”

⠀   ⠀ ── 𖥻 🌙‧₊˚⊹ how they run out of love !

an: this is heavily inspired by candy, from this moment, i apologize.

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you entered the room quietly and watch the last steps of the choreography that they were putting up for the next comeback. you knew mark was really worried and anxious about the new song coming out, and you wanted to support him and show him you were there for him since he wasn't acting like him lately.

the grip on the bag took hold when jeno spot you first and then alerted mark of your arrival. he then came closer, his eyes glued on the bag in your hands.“i bring...” you start to say before he interrupts you “you didn't have to” his voice cutting you off. “i still wanted to” you finished, your eyes catching a drop of sweat running down his temple. your fingers going instinctively to wash it out. you stopped then and brush his hair, tenderly. his face suddenly pulling out of your reach. a small sigh leaving his lips, the same lips you haven't kissed in weeks. “i'll take this” he said, “i'm working til midnight, don't wait for me” added, before going back to the members.

he didn't even looked at you. not once, before you left the practice room.

chaotic & accidental workplace confessions with idol haechan

MASTERLIST

of amphibians and nicknames.

p: slytherin!jaemin x hufflepuff!reader (gender neutral) | wc: 0.6k | g: hogwarts!au, sliiightly hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship | a/n: !!! im so soft at the idea of slythering jaemin hehehe | taglist: @soobin-chois