the fact that we need 8 hours of sleep is ridiculous we should only need 4 and the other 4 should be used to be cozy in your bed and rub your legs together like a cricket and listen to music and think about your little scenarios

[15:34] lee jeno + 123 by nct dream

jeno thinks it was unfair. unfair for him to slowly crumble down at the sight of you clasping your hands together and giving him the puppy eye look. he was never vocal about it but it was your adorableness that has become one of his weaknesses. to think that you would use it against him is an act of trickery. 

“jeno? please?” you whine and poke his shoulder. you’ve been doing this for the past fifteen minutes to try and gain his attention. 

jeno flipped a page off his book. in all honesty, he had long since given up reading the material. of course, he wouldn’t let you know you’ve already caught his attention long ago because he has this part that takes pleasure in seeing you all pouty for him. 

“jeno! pay attention to me, please? jenooo?” 

he knows that your boredom will get the best of you one way or another but he wasn’t expecting it to be this fast. under normal circumstances, you would just mess with his things, play with your phone, or simply sleep on his bed while letting him do his business. 

you let out a loud sigh. “okay, if you don’t want to pay attention to me. i’m just gonna go home.” 

oh no. as much as he wants to read his book, he wouldn’t want you away from him—not when he incredibly enjoys having you by his side more than anything. so, snapping the book close, he gently grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you on his chest even before you managed to get off his bed. his left hand on your head, and the other drawing circles on your back. 

jeno chuckled. “aren’t you such a whiny baby? now that you have my attention, let’s stay like this.” 

— requested :: prompt 71, “you’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

💌 • 11:40pm

in the midst of picking out a hoodie from boyfriend!jeno’s closet, a loud ding came from your phone, making you jump and knock over a few of his long coats onto you.

you shook the heavy puffer jackets off of you, mentally noting to put them back where they belonged before jeno got back from dinner with the dreamies, and pulling the hoodie you chose over your head.

jwisongie 🐹: i just want to say... im sorry in advance 😳

you would be lying if you said the ambiguous message didn’t scare you the tiniest bit, but you shrugged it off as one of the younger boy’s strange antics, checking for any other notifications you’d received and scrolling through each of your socials.

before long, you could distantly hear someone, perhaps jaemin, struggling to open the dorm’s door, and a few grunts and stumbles as the boys entered. it was chenle’s high-pitched yelp that alerted you to go and see them, and, when you did, it was not at all what you expected.

at the sight of you, jeno, who was currently slumped on jisung’s back, started calling you over, “y/n!!! hiiiiiii, baby, aww, look at you in my sweater, ahhh, you look adorable!”

jisung tried to wriggle out of the piggyback he was giving his hyung, leaving to check on chenle faceplanted on the floor, and you with your giggly lover.

“your ears...” he paused to pinch them with both hands, falling into your embrace, “are so cute, you know that?”

the rouged cheeks, the slurred speech, the strangely specific compliments; there was no doubt that jeno was completely, utterly drunk. and by the look of jisung carrying chenle to the kitchen sink to throw up, whilst renjun and jaemin rolled around on the couch laughing at him - it seemed as if the rest of the members were too.

“this is what you were talking about, right, sung?” you made eye contact with said boy as he rubbed his best friend’s back, trying not to breathe in the odour of his puke, “i can’t believe you had to deal with this all alone.”

he rolled his eyes, “haechannie hyung lost a bet and had to buy us dinner, so renjun hyung ordered some soju to make the bill go up. after haechan hyung stopped sulking, they all started drinking and i couldn’t do anything from there.”

“yikes,” was all you could reply with, your attention shifting to the drooling boy nuzzled into your shoulder.

you tried to reposition jeno so that you could take him back to his room, not wanting to worsen jisung’s burden any further, “aw, you’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you, baby?”

as you nudged the door open with your side and carried him to his bed, he pouted, excessively shaking his head, “no! of course not, love, why would you think that?”

“i-i don’t know, it’s not like anything gave it away,” you laughed, giving the clingy boy a kiss on the cheek, which resulted in him surprising you with a sloppy, wet kiss on your jawline.

jeno seemed to be completely unfazed by his sudden act of affection, meanwhile your face was burning the same shade of red as his, “i’ve missed you, y/nnnnn, dinner was good, but practice was so boring, i was just waiting to come home to youuu.”

his arms lazily snaked around your waist, and he laid his head against your chest, his eyes curving into tiny crescents when he heard your heartbeat speed up at his touch, “hehe, you love meeeeeee.”

“of course i do,” you said, ruffling your boyfriend’s hair and indulging in the simple yet fulfilling moment, “which is why i’m gonna get you some water, okay?”

you noticed jeno’s bottom lip jut out and eyebrows furrow, “noooo, don’t leave me, baby, please!!”

“i’ll be back in a sec, jeno, don’t worry,” you promised, as you pried away from his unwavering hold, and placing a kiss on his hand to reassure him.

once you retrieved a bottle of water, after an unnecessary conversation about parallel universes with a tipsy renjun, you returned to see your lover wobbling around his bedroom, picking up the coats you had dropped before.

you rushed over to him, taking the pile of folded clothes in his arms from him, and passing him the water bottle, “babe, what are you doing?”

the same pout resurfaced on jeno’s face, as he cutely pointed at the trash in his room through his sweater paws, “it’s so messy in here, and i know you don’t like when everything’s in the way - also, i thought i smelled a week old cup ramen under that pile of clothes before, and i was right.”

he took a swig of the water you’d given him, his eyes widening when it dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt and pants, an ignorant and innocent grin gracing his face.

you couldn’t even pretend to be mad or confused at his drunk shenanigans, especially when the love of your life looked so satisfied just by meeting your eyes and begging you to help him change out of his wet clothes.

“i really hope you remember this tomorrow morning when you’ve got a throbbing headache,” you whispered, with no intention of jeno listening in, although he was too preoccupied struggling to detach his silver rings from the fabric of his sweater.

“i never thought i could fall any deeper for you; but here i am, helping you clean your room and change into pyjamas because you couldn’t drink water properly. i don’t know what type of spell you cast on me to make me so whipped for you, lee jeno, but i would let you do it over and over again just for moments like these.”

perhaps you had just imagined it, but you swore you heard jeno hum to himself when you finished your little confession, before you slowly wrapped your arms around his shirtless torso, pressing your lips to his shoulder.

“i’ll make sure to remember that when i wake up, and remember to give you a million kisses for saying that,” you could hear the lilt in his voice that indicated his sincerity, and you could feel the air around you become lighter, as if you and jeno were the only people in the universe.

maybe the magic spell was from the alcohol, or from jeno himself, but you were so bewitched that you couldn’t care less. all that mattered was you loved him, and he loved you.

— 4:57 pm ❤︎

the ocean glistens under the setting sun, a hue of peach spreads across its waters like a shimmering expanse of stars. you run barefoot across the stone cold sand as jeno chases after you with a smile so innocent you could never have imagined he threw a whole jisung into the raging waves a minute ago.

“jen, leave me alone! tag someone else!”

haechan laughs. “jeno, get her!”

a small wave brushes against your legs, tagging your ankle with a long strand of seaweed. “ugh.” you try shaking it off only to almost trip and fall. so you stop in your steps, hands quickly untangling the strand. but then. a roaring wave echoes from behind you. shit.

you shut your eyes, ready to let the waves swallow you alive. just when you think you’re going to be hit in chest by what would feel like a thousand needles, jeno grabs your arms and swiftly turns you around so that you’re shielded from the tide.

he pants, “shit, you okay?” he looks at you, eyes soft with concern.

“y-yeah, i’m okay,” you mutter, still trying to process what just happened. you can hear his rapid heartbeat strumming, his chest heaving up and down against your back with every breath he takes. he still has his arms around you, and it’s only when jaemin calls your names from a distance do you realise the intimate position you’re in.

jeno slowly breaks away from you and chuckles. his eyes two crescent moons. hair a wet, tousled mess. he leans forward and reaches for your face, fingers brushing against your cheek as he pulls out a small seaweed from behind your ear. “wha—”

“boop.” he pokes your nose with the algae. “you’re it.“

[8:48 AM]

waking up, you adjust your eyes to the unfamiliar surrounds, momentarily forgetting it’s your first time sleeping over with your boyfriend. you turn over to find an already awake and shy jeno beside you, sitting up with bed hair, puffy cheeks, and glasses perched on his nose.

you shuffle around to face him, untangling yourself in the white sheets and warm blankets, as jeno looks up from what he was busy reading on his phone. he takes in your morning appearance; your messy hair, slightly tired eyes, and especially how cute you looked. while watching you, he suddenly becomes aware and self conscious of his own sleepy appearance.

“I should put my contacts in,” he mumbles more to himself.

“why?” you frown, “you look so cute, I’ve never seen you in glasses.”

jeno looks away, knowing he intentionally always makes sure to have his contacts in. “I love them,” you say, taking a moment to appreciate the black frames on his face.

“really?” he asks, subconsciously blushing, “of course.” you bring your hand to cup his cheek, feeling how warm his face is, “wear them more often.” you smile, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his flushed cheek.

Lucid | NCT Dream ‘00 Line x Reader

Lucid Dreams - a type of dream wherein the person is aware that he or she is caught in a dream world. 

Summary: It was supposed to be a harmless, professional transaction. You were to tutor a group of boys, get your pay at the end of the day, and go home to your loving fiance. Kids aren’t supposed to be dangerous, right? So why, then, are you caught up in a web of madness that slowly makes you feel like you’re in a living nightmare? 

A/N: So… I saw the NCT horror nights post and got inspired. I know I shouldn’t have started a new story but I’m too weak and just had to write this down. T.T. This is a yandere plot featuring NCT Dream ‘00 line and Reader–that means there will be mature themes in the story as well as obsessive, toxic behavior. If you’re a minor, I would appreciate it if you could refrain from interacting. If this isn’t your thing, then just scroll and skip. In no way am I condoning anything written here, nor do I think that any of the people mentioned here will act any way like in this story. This is purely a work of fiction. 

Other than that, enjoy! It’s my first time trying this genre, so as usual, feedback is highly appreciated. Do let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this! 

Genre: yandere, horror, suspense

TW: abuse, obsessive behavior, toxic relationships, suggestive scenes, stalking, possible kidnapping, mental health. Age gap–though nothing dramatic. Everyone is of legal age. Creepy, creepy, creepy! This will be updated as the story goes along. 

Footsteps resounded across the hallway, light yet excited in their pace. A door was flung open, sending Jaehyun to look up from the book he was reading in mild surprise. It was a gift that he has lightning fast instincts as he caught you just in time as you launched yourself into his arms. 

“Jae! I got it! I got it!” You squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, face burrowed against his chest. He moved his arms to your waist to keep you from toppling over his lap.

“That’s great. What did you get, baby?” He asked patiently, his dimpled smile showing. You moved over to grin at him before showing him a piece of paper.

“I got the job over at Rosewood Manor! For the private tutor post!" 

"The one that pays a lot?”

“Yes!”

“The one with the seven boys as your students?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, that’s great. Congratulations, honey,” he said before leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek. You swung your legs over to the side and let him pull you closely to him as you both looked over at the letter. You’ve only scanned it once so you took the chance to drink every word in it now that the initial shock was over. Jaehyun did the same, his eyes dancing across the cursive font there. 

“Wow, they really sent you a handwritten one. Guess e-mail is too convenient for them, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and jokingly pushed him back, a slight smile on your lips.

“Stop being sarcastic. They are pretty traditional.”

“So I’ve heard." 

# nct dream’s reaction when their s/o falls asleep on a video call

── MARK :

he’s playing his guitar when you doze off. when he finishes the song and there’s no sound from you, he looks up. “...y/n? you awake?” mark whispers. you give him no reaction, and he realises that you’re fast asleep. for a while, he just watches you breathe, your chest moving up and down in a steady rhythm. he thinks that the pain of not being able to be next to you is almost physical, and he yearns to be able to hug you to sleep. he watches as your eyelids flutter a little, and he chuckles quietly.

“sweet dreams, baby. i love you.”

➸ call ends ⋆⑅˚₊

── RENJUN :

he notices you nodding off early on in the call, and he stops talking so much. he knows you’re tired, and wants you to rest properly. when you finally give in to the call of sleep, he smiles at you through the screen. “you work so hard, love. an angel like you deserves some rest.” he says nothing as he admires you, his heart almost full to bursting with how much tender love he feels for you. to him, you’re the only thing he can see, the only one he knows he would actually commit a crime for. anything for you.

“god, you’re beautiful. i swear i’m the luckiest guy alive to have you.”

➸ call ends ⋆⑅˚₊

[❀] mark as a boyfriend ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

@lyyhyuck , 9.8.2021

★ study dates with boyfriend!mark

additional. // you could just not understand how the eliashberg theory worked, and the entire workbook to be more specific. dropping your pencil on the opened textbook, you looked at the roof of the spacious room. “haven't you got it yet, y/n?” flicking a page of his notes, mark raised a brow at you. “let me see” and he began giving you a detailed explanation on the same topic, until it was crystal clear to you. thank you once again, markie” pulling his cheek, you earned a wide smile from him. “stop thanking me already, you're gonna get tired doing that- oh well maybe you can return the favor” pointing his left cheek with his index finger, mark closed his eyes in expectation of what he thought would be a payback of the numerous times he helped you understand your material — but he got something better than he expected. you had quickly planted a kiss on his lips and before he could see the scarlet crawl over your face, you turned to your workbook and started scribbling in the empty spaces, meant for answers. “oiiee” mark happily cheered when he saw you pick pace and finish off your questions, while he was still struggling to cope with the sudden cardio workout you gave his heart.

© RAVENORI

# the golden trio :: dude, babe and sweetheart

┊MARK – ‘DUDE’ BUT ROMANTIC

the entire stadium shakes with the cheers that erupt from the audience when mark makes one last successful shot, winning the game 135 - 97.

sweat drips down the side of mark’s face as he is lifted into the air on his teammates’ shoulders, who carry him around the court like it’s a parade. beaming and pumping his fists into the air, mark shouts the team motto, and soon everyone’s chanting along with him, an anthem of triumph. he feels like he’s on top of the world.

but the second he gets back to the changing rooms and checks his phone, his euphoria collapses in on itself, panic replacing it.

“shit.” mark stares at the message, heartbeat speeding up exponentially. running a hand through his hair frantically, he stuffs his phone into his pocket and starts haphazardly throwing his things into his duffel bag, not bothering to change out of his basketball jersey. “shit, shit, shit.”

10:46 am — when your doorbell rings on a saturday morning while you’re busy preparing breakfast and talking to mark on the phone at the same time, it’s safe to say you’re surprised.

“someone’s here,” you muse aloud, leaving your phone propped against the kitchen counter. mark’s face on the screen lights up, his lips stretching into an uncontrollable grin the second you turn away to answer the door. unbeknownst to you, he’s currently screen recording the whole thing and quietly fussing over how cute you are.

when you open the door uncertainly, your eyebrows furrow at the man stood on the other side with a bouquet in his arms and a small cardboard box. you open your mouth to protest, about to explain that he must be at the wrong address, but before you can, he’s handing over the contents, not understanding why you look so puzzled.

“uh, have a nice day,” he mutters before disappearing down the hall, and you’re left with two gifts you’re 97% sure aren’t yours. glancing down the corridor and looking around at your neighbours’ doors, you decide to take the things inside for the time being and ask around later.

“mark, the weirdest thing just happened,” you call out as you walk back to the kitchen, catching your boyfriend grinning widely before he quickly switches to a neutral expression. shaking your head, you approach your phone and show the bouquet and box with a puzzled frown.

“hm?” mark internally applauds himself for managing to appear so nonchalant. perhaps he’d be able to pull this off after all.

“some man just gave me these flowers and—” tearing open the sealed box, your eyes widen upon seeing the numerous pretty cupcakes laid out before you. “cupcakes.”

mark waits eagerly for you to notice the envelope peeking out from between the tall lilies, bright eyes watching you examine the vanilla cupcakes with a growing smile. after more silence on your part, though, he turns impatient and decides to point the note out himself.

“babe, look, there’s an envelope right there,” upon hearing your boyfriend’s voice your head snaps up and you realise sheepishly that in your cupcake-induced reverie, you’d zoned out and forgotten he was there. glancing at the flowers, you see the mentioned envelope, eyes widening when you spot your own name scrawled on the front.

“what the—”

“you should read it,” mark’s eager tone causes you to raise an eyebrow as you stare at him through the screen, eyes narrowing the longer you watch him try to hide his smile. with a huff, you pull the card out and rip it open, unable to now contain your excitement.

reading the lines scribbled on the paper, you feel yourself tear up.

the sweetest, most beautiful lilies for my sweetest, most beautiful person <3

— forever yours, mark.

“you got these for me?” your voice wavers as you look up at your boyfriend, finding him grinning proudly. it amazes you, how even while being hours away from you he still manages to convey his love and affection in all its glory.

“and those cupcakes—i know how much you love vanilla.”

“mark, i’m seriously gonna cry,” you try hiding your face behind the large bouquet, unable to put into words how much you appreciate his effort.

“please, don’t cry!” mark laughs when he sees your red cheeks and tears, but all he can think about is how beautiful you’re about to look as his lock screen.

Child - Mark Lee

pairing: husband!mark x fem reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: breeding kink, fingering, oral (f/m receiving), a little bit of dirty talking, slight exhibitionism, lots of grinding, boob play, switch!mark, riding, mentions of your son (yes you have a son), multiple sex scenes, dry humping, slight cum play, teasing, multiple orgasms, cum stuffing, use of ‘baby’

wc: 3.2k

note: this fic is especially made in celebration of mark’s first solo!! i hope you enjoy and stream child^^

——————————————————————mark has been saying that he wants another child, a girl this time. although it is not impossible to get one, you just didn’t have the time.

see, you were a busy woman and a busy wife, so you really didn’t have the time to fuck around with mark.

your husband on the other hand, had all the time in the world. he had a job of course, but he wasn’t as busy as you. he writes and produces songs to be sent to SME, a company he’s working for, but that’s besides the point.

you’d been thinking about mark’s request and have been finding time for it… and now you finally have a month off.

you’re not a genie but you figured that you might as well make your husband’s wish come true.

telling my bf i’m leaving to go to the store late at night

genre. crack, lil fluff

warnings. none?? besides language

pairings. bf!haechan x reader (f)

note. i think this one is rly cute and very haechan like T___T a gift to you from me bc it’s my birthday and i hope u guys enjoy !!! <33

“bubs, i’m going to the store real quick. okay?” you tell haechan as your shoving your shoes on quickly at the door. when you hear no response, which is what you expected because he has his volume pretty high on his headsets. you always warn him about that telling him he’s gonna be buying hearing aids in five years.

you huff, sliding your shoes off before heading back to your room where he’s sat at your desk.

since haechan practically lives here when he’s not on schedule, you thought it’d be nice if he had something in your home. on your pretty big ikea desk that you had bought yourself moving here for school, you bought a whole monitor for haechan for him to game while he’s here. he’s got a whole set up in his corner. his rainbow keyboard and little figurines from his favorite animes. while your corner is just full of textbooks and a bunch of stationery.

so when he’s gaming and you’re working, you’re both still in each other’s presence.

“renjun, you fucking idiot! you just killed me!” he cursed into his mic, frantically smashing buttons on his keyboard.

biting your lip, you tap him on the shoulder.

“yeah bubs?” he answers, his eyes focused on the illuminated screen.

you bend down to kiss the beauty mark on his cheek. “i’m going to the store real quick, love you.”

“okay, love you too.”

“aw, aren’t you guys fucking cute?” you hear renjun tease from his headset.

you giggle.

“wait what time is it?” he asks.

“10:47.” you read from your phone, before exiting the room.

“god damn– wait what?” haechan reaches to grab his phone and seeing exactly 10:47 on the screen. he slides off his headphones before quickly following you.

“y/n, wait !” he reaches you, you’re shuffling your shoes back on near the front door. you can’t help but smile.

“what? i’ll be back.”

he gently grabs your arm and pulls you back so he can slide his shoes on too. “ok chill, i’m coming with you.” he says.

“no, what. it’s okay, go back to playing, it’s just down the street.” you try to reason with him.

“no it’s not just down the street, it’s a 10 minute walk, at night. you’re a defenseless girl bubs, like a small kitten. you need a knight and shining armor with you, hence, me.” he proudly points out at the end, making you roll your eyes.

“it’s literally down the street i’ll be back in like 25 minutes.” you both argue.

“baby, im going. be quiet. end of discussion.”

“hyuckie, you’re not even dressed properly.” you tell him while laughing lightly. it’s 12 degrees outside and haechan is in his pajamas, gym shorts and a t-shirt.

he looks down and curses, then takes your hand and drags you back to his room.

“haechan my shoes!!” your eyes almost popping out your sockets.

he pushes you to sit on the bed, “stay.” before he quickly shuffles out his thin attire to put on a warmer fit.

you knew he was going to react like this, his actions makes your heart swell at how protective he is of you. knowing he truly cares for you.

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— 9:39 am ✧˖*°࿐

you feel your bed dip, then the warmth of skin against your back, around your waist. a low groan leaves your mouth as if signalling whatever man-sized pest that clings to your body to back off but alas, it’s a creature of persistence. 

“hyuck, get the fuck out of my bed,” you mumble in sleep, eyes still closed from last night’s deadline rush—a near-death experience.

hyuck groans in protest and buries his face deeper into the crook of your neck, making himself comfortable under your duvet. “don’t wanna.” he tightens his arms around your waist and nuzzles your hair with a kind of affection so pure it makes your heart swell. 

“dude, stop being a leech and go back to your own room,” you whine, writhing away from his grip only to be pulled right back into his embrace.

your best friend shakes his head and hums against your neck, warm breath sparking goosebumps against your cold skin. “i can’t. you just smell so good.”

his words make the skin around your neck heat up, and hyuck seems to have noticed the rise of your body temperature from the way he giggles impishly. “shit, you’re so cute.”

he places a quick kiss on your bare shoulder before dipping back into the comforter. 

“hyuck, did you just kiss me?”

“i did, y/n. would you like another one?”

2:22 am

"you shy?" mark asks as he pulls away after kissing you, a soft smile playing on his lips. you feel your cheeks burning. you've been making out on his couch for the past 20 minutes. this wasn't your first but it sure felt like it. your real first kiss can't even compare.

he continues to hold your gaze, the back of his index finger stroking your jaw. you couldn't stare at him any longer so you decided to look around instead. "hey.... look at me," he demands and you oblige. he leans in and kisses you one more time, "don't be. because god, you're driving me crazy," he says, smiling through the kiss. you sigh and he groans, "like really crazy."

Love, On Air

(banner credits to the lovely, auri @jenotapes ! thank u so much for this beautiful banner <3)

intro : meet the roommates (and friends!)

#ep 1: unwelcomed announcements

#ep 2: just my fate

#ep 3: is this allowed? + 3.5 stop insulting me in the gc

#ep 4: i did a (bad) thing

#ep 5: how did you get my number??

...more to come as the series progresses

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