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sooo.... it's been like over a month since I've posted I'M SORRY 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

the thing is I have a lot of ideas, but they kind of end there... I haven't had the energy to put pen to paper and actually write the things I want to write. I've been distracted by things going on irl, some of which I'd ideally like to use as inspo to actually write something, but I've never been good at that lol. it's way easier for me to get inspo from songs or tv shows and stuff

so I'm sorry if anyones been wondering where I am or if you're one of the people who sent in requests that I never completed 😭😭 I'm not abandoning this account or anything, I'm trying to find the time (and motivation) to start writing again 💕

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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your boyfriend, mark lee, lets out a shaky “yo, lets get it!” , voice cracking before gripping your face and slamming his lips on to yours

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Your House: n.jm

content: still reeling from your sudden breakup with Jaemin, and against your better judgement, you find yourself entering his apartment when he's not home.

warnings: angst, no happy ending, fem!reader, maybe stalkerish vibes? reader enters Jaemin's home without him knowing so huge invasion of privacy, reader is lowk creepy in this and i do not encourage this behavior!! don't do this

word count: 1.9k

a/n: i literally have a list of wips that i'm trying to get done... and yet... i wrote this in an hour instead. But writing in this style and using the lyrics in this way is actually really fun and i feel like i wanna do it again lol

Currently Listening: Your House- Alanis Morrissette

“I went to your house, walked up the stairs, and opened the door without ringing the bell”

You didn’t miss how his neighbor, the cute old lady who always gave him leftover breads she baked for her children’s visits, watched you in confusion as you approached his door. Even she knew you didn’t belong here anymore. As much as she seemed to like you, always telling Jaemin he finally found a good one, always gushing about how cute you two were when you held hands all the way down the stairs. Even she thought it was strange you were here now. But, much to your surprise, she didn’t try to stop you. She didn’t say “he’s not home right now” or ask “what are you thinking” or “silly girl, what are you doing to yourself? This will only hurt you more. Go home.” Maybe she expected you to have enough sense to stop yourself. 

“I shouldn’t be here, without permission, I shouldn’t be here” 

But nothing could stop you at this point. You didn’t put much thought into this, or any thought for that matter. You were tired of thinking. Of trying to figure out why things ended the way they did. Why it had to end at all. You didn’t want to think. You had been thinking and overthinking so much the past few months, and yet not thinking at all when you found yourself making your way to Jaemin’s apartment. 

The fact you remembered the code to unlock his door, after all these months of never stepping foot anywhere near this building. The familiar click as it shuts behind you. Kicking your shoes off, leaving them neatly beside his shoe shelf, because you remember how it annoyed him when you left them in a pile by the door. 

Even the cats look at you strangely. They don’t jump from their resting spots to rub their slender bodies against your legs like they used to. Jaemin liked taking videos of the cats greeting you that way. You wonder how long it took him to delete them. 

“I took off my clothes, put on your robe, went through your drawers and I found your cologne” 

You slipped out of your oversized t-shirt and baggy jeans, laying them neatly on Jaemin’s bed. The bed where you shared so much of yourself with him. He told you once, out of the blue, he loved when you wore baggy clothes. You looked so cute, and he liked being the only one who had seen what was underneath them. You realize you still have so many of his shirts in your closet. Maybe if you were a little less hurt you would have brought them with you to return them. 

But if you were any less hurt, you wouldn’t be here anyway. 

You shed your body of your underwear, which now join the rest of your clothing on the bed. You grab Jaemin’s robe off the door of his attached bathroom. Before tying it, you rummage through his dresser drawers to find his bottle of Invictus. You weren’t even sure if he still had it– it wasn’t a scent he usually wore until you mentioned how much you loved it on him. How you could happily drown in the scent of him when he would apply it and then pull you in for a tight hug. 

He still has the bottle. Its a little less than half-full, the same way it looked before the break-up. Has he not used it since? 

You spray it on the inside of the robe and tie it tightly around you, the woodsy scent overflowing your senses and flooding your mind with memories of laying bare in his bed, head on his chest and legs intertwined as the smell of that cologne lingered on his skin after a day’s wear. 

“I shouldn’t stay long, you might be home soon, I shouldn’t stay long”

It won’t take long. You promised yourself. You didn’t need much. You just needed a moment, just to remember, just to have one last feeling of comfort and familiarity. One last feeling of what was ripped from you so abruptly. Maybe you were blind, maybe you just didn’t notice, but apparently he had noticed enough for him to break up with you without warning. Three years of love, down the drain before you could turn the water off. The person you loved for three years, gone from in front of you in the blink of an eye. Apparently he didn't want you here anymore. You won’t stay long. He doesn’t want you here. 

“Would you forgive me love, if I stay all afternoon?” 

… even so, a little part of you demands to be treated better. You deserve more than that. You deserve to stay as long as you want, to stay until you feel some sort of closure that Jaemin denied you. 

“I burned your incense, I ran a bath, I noticed a letter that sat on your desk”

After sitting on his bed, staring at nothing, letting your mind wander to far away places, your skin felt dry from the tears seeping into your cheeks and drying like the sparse rainfall in a desert. You rub your eyes, run a hand through your hair, not remembering when you last washed it. Your eyes won’t stop brimming with tears, which you blame on the smell of the cologne. You’ve found it so hard to focus since Jaemin left you. Most of your days have been consumed by episodes of spacing out, thinking about nothing except the sinking feeling in your stomach and the tiredness behind your eyes. The black cloud that hangs over your head, the rain falling from it saturating your mind, leaving you incapable of concerning yourself with anything that requires more than a moment’s thought. Jaemin used to compliment you on how well you multitask, but it seems these days, if you could even focus at all, it would only be on one thing that threatened to end the world if it wasn’t attended to. 

And right now, the only earth-shattering thought on your mind was the desperate need to drown out the smell of this cologne, seeped in too many memories. 

You make your way to the end table next to the bathroom door, opening the box where he keeps his extensive incense collection. You were never really a fan of incense; they all smelled the same to you, and smelled way too strong. But right now, their usage was more of necessity than desire. Jaemin was always kind enough not to burn them if you were coming over. 

You go to his bathtub, the absence of your shampoo and body wash feeling like a punch to the gut. How quickly did he discard them? He always insisted he didn't mind keeping some of your things at his place. “You’re here so much anyway you might as well move in completely,” he’d say. Yet here you stand, in his robe, using his comb to detangle your hair, your own toiletries nowhere in sight. 

You watch as the water fills the tub. You liked taking baths at Jaemin’s place. Your cheap apartment’s bathroom wasn’t big enough for a decent sized tub. Compared to that, Jaemin’s apartment always felt luxurious. You continue to blink back tears, refusing to let them fall. Your eyes themselves felt exhausted from months of constant crying. Sometimes secret sobs, other times bone-crushing, breath-stealing, blinding fits of wailing that left your throat hoarse. 

You walk around as you wait for the tub to fill, hoping to distract yourself by focusing on the movement of your legs. You wonder if there was any of his neighbor’s bread in the kitchen. She usually made sweet breads. You don’t feel like eating anything sweet. You’re reminded again of the fact you shouldn’t even be here. Shouldn’t be in his robe, wasting his cologne, using his bath. Everything here belongs to him, and he doesn’t belong to you anymore. You have no right to be annoyed that his neighbor didn’t make savory bread. 

You make your way back to the tub, noticing a letter that occupies his otherwise tidy desk. A small strip of clear tape at the top attaches it to the surface, as if he wants to be reminded of its contents. You turn off the faucet, steam rising from the scalding water, before curiosity pulls you back to your former lover’s desk. 

The letter is signed with a heart at the bottom, no name. It must be obvious who its from. It strikes you that it could very well be from you. You often signed with just a simple heart– writing your name was wasted time when he always knew who it was from. Your heart flutters at the idea of Jaemin keeping a letter from you, the same way it fluttered when you saw he kept a small note from you in his wallet but never told you. Maybe he still has that note in his wallet. Maybe he still has a lot of your things. Maybe he just used your bodywash and shampoo until it ran out, maybe he wanted to smell you. Maybe he just kept your things in a box in the closet so he could pull it out easily whenever he wanted to remember. Maybe he kept this letter from you because maybe the breakup was just a fluke. Maybe he was missing you just as much as you missed him. 

You run your fingers over the letter, failing to stop yourself from reading.

“Jaemin, my dear, you know how much I love you, right? Sometimes I feel like I could drown in it. Won’t you meet me after work tonight? I know we just saw each other days ago, but I can’t help myself from missing you.” 

You felt sick to your stomach.

It wasn’t your handwriting. 

“It wasn’t my writing, I better go, it wasn’t my writing”

You step back from his desk, almost falling onto his bed behind you. 

It wasn’t your letter.

You sit on his bed, ball your fists in your lap, swallowing back your spit until your mouth dried out. You bit your lip until the chapped skin bled.

It wasn’t your letter. 

As it seems to have done so often lately, your body switches to autopilot. Your wobbly legs carry you to the bathtub, yanking the drain up to let the water escape. You throw his combs back into his mirror cabinet. You tear off his robe, hastily hanging it back on the door, throwing your t-shirt on as you run to his closet.

It wasn’t your letter.

You pull a pair of his sweatpants out of the drawer, pulling them on in place of your own jeans, wadding the jeans up with your forgotten underwear in a sloppy ball of fabric to carry under your arm. You blow out the incense in one swift breath, hoping Jaemin won’t notice that your fallen tears had soaked the ends of some of the sticks. You pass the desk with the letter to get to his dresser.

The letter. It wasn’t your letter.

You grab the bottle of Invictus and tuck it into your wadded clothing. 

You pass the cats on your way to the door, their once warm and playful eyes now coldly staring at you as if you were a stranger invading their home. You slip your shoes on and quickly let yourself out, the slamming of the door stealing the attention of the elderly neighbor again. You could have sworn she said your name, softly, concerned, but your vision was blurred, and your mind was focused on getting back to your car. 

It wasn’t your letter.

“So forgive me love, if I cry all afternoon”

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reblogging this to add the other dreamies to it bc why not--

renjun is the type to get distracted by something he sees out the window and has to point it out to you immediately

jeno is the type to accidently roar like a lion and then get too embarrassed to continue

hyuck is the type to refuse to have sex without playing his sex playlist in the background (the songs on it are not sexy (and yes he includes his own songs in it))

jaem is the type to shut the door so the cats can't get in but feels bad when they start scratching at the door so he gets up mid -thrust to let them in

chenle is the type who never remembers to tell ppl you're coming over and who never remembers to lock the door so someone ALWAYS walks in on accident (usually jisung)

jisung is the type to shout "FULL SPEED AHEAD" if you tell him to go faster

why do I feel like mark is the type to say some shit like "HERE COMES THE MONEYSHOT" when he cums and ruin the mood

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NCT Dream Random Texts: crack ed.

content: just some quick silly texts while i try to motivate myself to actually write my longer stuff that i've started but haven't finished lol

warnings: swearing, suggestive

a/n: molo pls give me motivation to write the nastiest skankiest most psychotically down bad mark fics that have ever existed i need inspo

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let's give it up for YET ANOTHER tornado in my area!!!! yay!!!! I can't get enough!!! gonna celebrate by thinking more about nct dream storm chasers

NCT Dream as Storm Chasers

content: just a little headcanon about nct dream as storm chasing youtubers :)

warnings: nonidol!dreamies, youtuber!dreamies, obviously talking about severe storms, very brief mentions of destruction but nothing super detailed. this is NOT meant to encourage storm chasing!!!! its an incredibly dangerous activity that should only be left to people who know with 100% certainty what they're doing!

a/n: i wasn't even planning on posting this but literally this entire week we've been having tornadoes in my area (nothing i'm not used to tbh) and that inspired this train of thought... actually lowk surprised that i haven't thought of something like this sooner though considering that storm chasing is one of my special interests and i literally studied meteorology in college lol (there's a timeline not too far off from this one where i become a storm chaser so this is also functioning as a fantasy fulfilment for me)

a/n pt 2: also fun fact the photo i used up here ^^ is from a tornado in Texas in 1997 that's known as the "Dead Man Walking" tornado-- bc the rotation system has two funnels that look like the legs of someone walking (weather is literally so fun)

nct dream who all run a youtube channel to document their storm chasing adventures and share critical information about upcoming severe storms

Jaemin, Jeno, and Chenle who make up the team that’s actually on the ground following the storms. Jaemin because he thinks they’re beautiful and he gets the best pictures and videos. Chenle because he can’t deny he loves a thrill and he’s brave enough to get up close and personal with the storm systems. And Jeno because the other two need at least one cautionary and sane person with them

Renjun and Mark who call themselves the “home base” who are the ones who know how to actually read the weather radars and are connected to radar stations across the country. Mark is the one who guides the ground team on where to travel to and where to stop, helping them maintain a distance that’s close but safe. And Renjun is the one communicating with the broadcast team, providing them with radar imagery and videos taken by the ground team, and translating information into words that can be understood by the general public.

And finally the broadcast team, comprised of Haechan and Jisung. Jisung, who actually doesn’t know much about meteorology compared to the others, is more than happy being the tech guy, making sure the live broadcast runs smoothly and sharing the images and videos provided by Renjun when needed. And Haechan, who is the face of the channel, whose professional yet playful demeanor is adored by regular viewers. Knowing exactly when to joke and when to be serious, he has a special charm that works wonders calming viewers during threats of severe weather.

Nct dream who grow to be the most popular storm chasers on youtube, evolving from a niche genre into a channel whose broadcasts rival the viewership of official news outlets. Nct dream as storm chasers who are known for providing aid to communities that have been damaged by the storms and encouraging their viewers to contribute to funds set up to help these communities. Nct dream who can’t deny the thrill of following tornadoes, wading through floods, enveloping themselves in barrages of hail and lightning, but who focus on the ethics behind storm chasing more than anything: providing information to help communities stay safe.

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NCT Dream as Storm Chasers

content: just a little headcanon about nct dream as storm chasing youtubers :)

warnings: nonidol!dreamies, youtuber!dreamies, obviously talking about severe storms, very brief mentions of destruction but nothing super detailed. this is NOT meant to encourage storm chasing!!!! its an incredibly dangerous activity that should only be left to people who know with 100% certainty what they're doing!

a/n: i wasn't even planning on posting this but literally this entire week we've been having tornadoes in my area (nothing i'm not used to tbh) and that inspired this train of thought... actually lowk surprised that i haven't thought of something like this sooner though considering that storm chasing is one of my special interests and i literally studied meteorology in college lol (there's a timeline not too far off from this one where i become a storm chaser so this is also functioning as a fantasy fulfilment for me)

a/n pt 2: also fun fact the photo i used up here ^^ is from a tornado in Texas in 1997 that's known as the "Dead Man Walking" tornado-- bc the rotation system has two funnels that look like the legs of someone walking (weather is literally so fun)

nct dream who all run a youtube channel to document their storm chasing adventures and share critical information about upcoming severe storms

Jaemin, Jeno, and Chenle who make up the team that’s actually on the ground following the storms. Jaemin because he thinks they’re beautiful and he gets the best pictures and videos. Chenle because he can’t deny he loves a thrill and he’s brave enough to get up close and personal with the storm systems. And Jeno because the other two need at least one cautionary and sane person with them

Renjun and Mark who call themselves the “home base” who are the ones who know how to actually read the weather radars and are connected to radar stations across the country. Mark is the one who guides the ground team on where to travel to and where to stop, helping them maintain a distance that’s close but safe. And Renjun is the one communicating with the broadcast team, providing them with radar imagery and videos taken by the ground team, and translating information into words that can be understood by the general public.

And finally the broadcast team, comprised of Haechan and Jisung. Jisung, who actually doesn’t know much about meteorology compared to the others, is more than happy being the tech guy, making sure the live broadcast runs smoothly and sharing the images and videos provided by Renjun when needed. And Haechan, who is the face of the channel, whose professional yet playful demeanor is adored by regular viewers. Knowing exactly when to joke and when to be serious, he has a special charm that works wonders calming viewers during threats of severe weather.

Nct dream who grow to be the most popular storm chasers on youtube, evolving from a niche genre into a channel whose broadcasts rival the viewership of official news outlets. Nct dream as storm chasers who are known for providing aid to communities that have been damaged by the storms and encouraging their viewers to contribute to funds set up to help these communities. Nct dream who can’t deny the thrill of following tornadoes, wading through floods, enveloping themselves in barrages of hail and lightning, but who focus on the ethics behind storm chasing more than anything: providing information to help communities stay safe.

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why do I feel like mark is the type to say some shit like "HERE COMES THE MONEYSHOT" when he cums and ruin the mood

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this does make me think about the fact that theres a timeline not too far off from this one where I become a storm chaser...

UHM STORM CHASER!DREAMIES AU ANYONE???

... are we fr rn

a tornado warning? right as I'm going to bed?

a tornado going over my head RIGHT now??

I REFUSE TO LEAVE THIS REALM BEFORE ENJOYING MOLO

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... are we fr rn

a tornado warning? right as I'm going to bed?

a tornado going over my head RIGHT now??

I REFUSE TO LEAVE THIS REALM BEFORE ENJOYING MOLO

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Letters to Lovers: NCT Dream

content: letters that lover!dreamies write to you. some cute and sweet, some a little angsty, some are short and some are a little longer. i wanted to have a lot of variety in these so hopefully i accomplished that

warnings: none that i can think of, chenle's letter is written after he calls reader annoying so if you're sensitive about that i guess maybe don't read that one

a/n: i wanted to intentionally keep the dreamies' roles as just lovers here bc its a vague term that can mean anything, so you can imagine them as whatever that term means to you :) but if you're curious about how i viewed them as i wrote these: mark, jaemin, chenle and jisung as established bfs (jaem is maybe a lil husband coded too), jeno as a friend, haechan as a skinny love of sorts, renjun as a situationship

Mark:

Hey baby! I hope you’re doing well… we’ve both been pretty busy, yeah? I guess that can’t be helped. But I’ve been missing you a lot, and I guess that can’t be helped either. I feel like our signals have been constantly getting crossed lately, don’t you? It just seems like anytime we make plans, one of us gets the time confused, or something else comes up, or one of us is just too tired from everything else going on to make any plans…  Now that I think about it, I don’t know why I’m writing this on paper instead of just texting you. Calling you would be the preferred method anyway, but you’d probably be too busy to answer. I know there’s been a lot of times when you’ve called me, but I was too busy. But anyway, I guess a letter feels more important? Or like… sentimental? That word sounds so dumb right now for some reason.  I guess what I want to say is that I don’t want this weird rut we’re in right now to prevent us from getting closer. I want to turn this into something that makes our relationship stronger instead of weaker. You kind of alluded to that last time we met, that you were getting fed up with how things are right now, but I think you were trying to pretend like you were joking? But I could still tell you were disappointed, y/n. When you think about it, there’s so many reasons why we decided to be together, right? It just seemed so obvious. Like we’re meant to be, as cheesy as that sounds. So I know that right now it kind of looks like this is something that’s gonna break us, but I think we should just change our perspective a little bit. This isn’t like a mountain that’s gonna block our path, its just a hill we have to climb over. And then we can keep on going. Last night I was listening to that one song by The Script, For the First Time, I think you should listen to it too. I think it kinda explains how we feel right now.  Just don’t give up on us yet, okay baby?

Renjun:

Hey y/n. I’m sorry for ignoring your calls. I’ve never liked talking on the phone. I was gonna text you, but I never really found the courage to, or the right words. I still don’t think I have the right words, but I really need to say this. This needs to be said now. I can’t keep putting it off.  That night we spent together, it was amazing. Please don’t misunderstand. I don’t think I’ve ever been that comfortable with anyone before, and I walked away from it feeling something that I don’t think know that I never felt before. I think you thought that I regretted going that far with you or something, but I promise there is nothing about that night that I regret.  And this is where I always get stuck. I don’t know how to say what I want to say from here. I’ve tried to think about how to say it without causing you pain, but I’m not sure that’s totally possible. So I’ll just say it.  We can’t be anything more than friends. I’m sorry. I know we said a lot of things that night that may have given us false hope, or made us think that we should be together, but I’m thinking realistically now. We have nothing in common. We don’t want the same things in life. There’s nothing really bringing us together besides a mutual physical attraction, but that’s not something that can last.  Its not a you problem, believe me. You’re beautiful, and you definitely would make a wonderful partner for someone– just, not me. And I don’t think I’d be good for you either.  So, I’m sorry if I said or did anything that night that may have given you a certain impression. I really, really am sorry. But, I’m not sorry that we got to share that experience with each other.  I don’t know what exactly makes people a perfect fit, but I’ve always imagined it has a lot to do with how a person is raised. Our experiences shape who we are, right? Maybe if I was raised differently, or if you had different experiences, maybe we could have worked out. But, not in this lifetime… But I’ll always be your friend, y/n. Always, until the end of time, in every lifetime.  I love you, my friend.

Jeno:

Y/n, I hope this doesn’t make you feel weird or uncomfortable. I would have preferred to do this in person, but I guess I’m a coward in that way.  Last night you said some things that really made me think. You said that I don’t move very fast, that I just let opportunities move past me. You’re right about that. I think that I’m very comfortable in my own bubble. I like my home, I like my friends, I like my job, so I guess I decided I don’t really need or want anything else. I just like the things I’ve always liked. I like doing the things I’ve always done. I think part of me doesn’t like change either. Or just not knowing what’s coming next. After what you said, I realized I want to change that.  If I’m being blunt, the main reason I want to change that is because I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. I don’t think I wanted to admit it at first, because it makes me feel vulnerable in a way, and I hate feeling vulnerable. So I guess my plan was to just… keep it to myself. But I realized if I did that, I could be missing out on so much. I don’t want to miss out on things with you. (I mean, only if you feel the same way, of course)  So, that’s all. I really, really like you. I’m sorry I didn’t say it in person, but I hope this letter conveys what I want to say. Although I don’t think I’m the best writer either to be honest, haha.  I guess just, let me know what you think? I’ll talk to you later, hopefully. - Jeno

Haechan:

Dear Y/n, Ha! See? I told you I have pretty handwriting. It looks like one of those old romantic letters from the 1800’s or something, right? Back when they used a bunch of fancy expressions. Like saying you could swim in someone’s eyes. I wonder who was the first person to ever say that…  Another thing they used to do was put stuff in their wallets, like photos and stuff. My dad had photos of me and my siblings in his. But then he started using Apple Pay like everybody else and now no one carries wallets anymore. What a shame. The whole thing is so romantic– the wallet thing, I mean.  So, here’s what I think we should do: we should start carrying wallets with us, and you’ll put this letter in yours, and you can write me a letter to carry in mine. Isn’t that cute? I’m actually curious to see what your handwriting looks like, I know its not as pretty as mine though.  Okay, I should probably end this so that it will be small enough to actually fit in your wallet. Wait, what if we got MATCHING wallets?  Love, Donghyuck <3

Jaemin:

Good morning, pretty! Sorry you didn’t get to wake up to my kisses, I needed to make an early run to the bookstore before it gets busy (definitely not to get that book you’ve been talking about lately or anything…) I brewed some coffee, I put some in the fridge for you so you can make your iced latte :)  Also, did you know you mumble in your sleep sometimes? I could’ve sworn you said my name this morning, but I was too enamored by your cute sleeping face to really pay attention to what you were saying.  Actually, I realized that I might do that pretty often. I know sometimes you get annoyed with me, for spacing out or not paying attention. I’m sorry for that. It’s really not intentional! Honestly, how can I not be distracted when you’re the most beautiful person in the world? Sometimes when I look at you it takes my breath away– literally, and then I have to focus on breathing and I might miss a detail or two. That usually happens when you wear those pink diamond earrings, they bring out your eyes so well… But I’ve been getting better! At the detail thing, I mean. So hopefully by the time I get back you’ll be awake, and I’ll have a new, collector’s edition of this book for the prettiest person in the world. I love you y/nie! <3

Chenle:

I know a letter slipped under your door is probably the last thing you would expect or want to see, but you’re not answering my texts or calls, so this is my last resort.  I’m sorry for what I said. All of it. I was out of line. I was just angry, and like the immature brat that I am, I just wanted to make you angry too. But I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you, especially since I wasn’t even angry with you in the first place and you were just trying to help me.  I think it hurt my pride a little bit that you had to help me. It made me feel inadequate, or like I can’t do anything. But that’s not something that’s your fault. That’s my own insecurity that I need to deal with, because there’s nothing wrong with receiving help from people that care about you. I don’t know why I was so sensitive about it. I think part of it was that I didn’t want to seem weak in front of you– I want you to feel like you can rely on me, and instead I made you want to avoid me.  But all those things I said, about you being annoying or too much, none of it is true. I was annoyed and frustrated with myself. I could never be annoyed with you. I want you to be around all the time. I want you to come back. I understand if you don’t want to, if I hurt you enough to make you leave for good, I know that’s my fault. But I really, really hope you don’t feel that way. I think that’s all I can say. Please come back. Please.

Jisung:

Y/nie, Happy birthday! I hope you like this gift! I’m sure you probably will. Its all you’ve been talking about lately. You weren’t kidding when you said it was super rare– I had to basically stalk this one eBay account to make sure I won the auction thingie (I’ve learned that I HATE using eBay by the way) So, I can imagine what you’ll say when you get this. You’ll probably be like “something like this is way too special” but that’s… kind of the point.  We’ve been dating for a while, and it’s been mostly casual stuff, but I’m at the point where I want to be serious with you. I want to be your boyfriend, officially. I would have told you this in person, but a letter seems better. Because you said once that you love having mementos to remember good things, so maybe you can keep this letter and it will remind you of a good feeling. At least I hope this letter gives you a good feeling…  So yeah, I’ll leave this gift in your living room and just wait for you to call me when you get it :)  P.S. I know you said the extra key you gave me was just for emergencies and this isn’t really an emergency… oops!

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Relationship Quirks: NCT Dream

content: just a headcanon about little quirks you had to get used to in your relationship with bf!dreamies :)

warnings: none really

a/n: i'm at that stage where i have 5 million different ideas of what to write and i have started on... none of them :/ but i WILL i MUST

Mark:

He needs absolute silence during his night-time routine. Like, completely silent.

At some point you just stopped trying to be in the bedroom while he washes his face in the attached bathroom, bc even the slightest giggle at something on your phone would bother him.

His night routine is his relaxation time and he cannot have any disturbances

(and he works so hard every day that you don’t mind moving to another room while he decompresses)

Renjun:

He has a specific way of organizing the closet. But you don’t know how he does it bc he won't tell you.

You’ve tried to just watch him and figure it out but no matter where you put something, it's somehow always wrong.

Like you’ll hang up a shirt with the other shirts, but actually it was a blouse and you put it with the t-shirts and he has to go behind you and fix it.

And he’ll always tell you when its wrong too.

So now laundry is his special designated chore and you’re not allowed to do it

Jeno:

He spaces out. A lot.

Even in the middle of a conversation.

You eventually learned that you need to watch him as you talk to see if his eyes are unfocused, that's your clue.

And you have to pause between sentences to wait for a response, just a little nod or a ‘mhm,’ instead of yammering at a thousand miles an hour.

Its not like he’s purposefully tuning you out, he just has a mind that wanders. He can’t help it!

Haechan:

He can dish it out, but he can’t take it.

Meet lee donghyuck, the whiniest bf in the universe.

He loves to tease you if you say something weird or have a dumb moment, but the second you say something even half as sassy, you get the sigh.

And the eye roll.

And the slumped shoulders and silent treatment.

The only thing that can settle his mood is reassurance in the form of lots of physical affection ;)

Jaemin:

Forgets things. Everything. All the time.

If you want him to remember to do something, you have to write it down for him.

But he’ll also forget to keep that note with him, so you’ll either end up texting him or setting a reminder on his phone.

For a while you thought it was weaponized incompetence, but when he does remember something, he remembers every single detail.

He does everything just the way you want it, and he never complains about doing things for you.

He just has an absolute shit memory lol

Chenle:

He has to plan when to share a bed with you.

Chenle is just a very neat and tidy person. He likes his systems.

He also finds it hard to sleep when there’s too many distractions.

Its not that he dislikes sharing a bed with you, he likes it too much.

So if he’s got things to do or places to be in the morning, he must sleep by himself, or else he’ll spend all night yapping at you and try to spend the entirety of the next day in bed with you too.

Jisung:

Needs to plan everything with plenty of advance notice.

Jisung is just not spontaneous. By any means.

If you decide you wanna go shopping tomorrow, you better be ready to beg him to go with you.

And if you do get him out of the house, don’t you dare suggest going to a new, not previously discussed location, or he might literally cry.

To be fair, he has tried to improve on this ever since the two of you made plans for your first date… and he tried to set the date for 2 weeks later, which you took as disinterested obligation.

Now you know that Jisung would pretty much say yes to whatever you asked him to do– just give him enough time to mentally prepare for whatever outing you have planned!

[markleessodalite]

NCT Dream as random things I have said to my friends:

Mark: "Harry Potter is Jesus, there's no getting around that"

Renjun: "being a whore is fine. but I draw the line at being a homewrecker"

Jeno: "i have a separate heart just to contain my love for hammerhead sharks but it overflows and comes out as sparkles in my eyes when i look at them"

Haechan: "i have returned to work bright and early just for my boss to punch me in the face upon arrival"

Jaemin: "now i'm a hot and sexy scientist"

Chenle: "i'm burping my ideas into plans"

Jisung: "i love you, i'm just not sure about the yaoi vibes"

[markleessodalite]

date with jaemin to a cat cafe where he role plays as a cat for 3 minutes straight every half hour vs. date with jeno to a dog park where he role plays as a dog for 3 minutes straight every half hour. they refuse to speak to you unless you engage in their roleplay. only other option is death

btw the roleplay is very loud and embarassing

also the park is public and the only seats available in the cafe are in the middle of the room

[markleessodalite]

hey can I make a request?? its a little weird so its okay if you don’t like it

yn send a message to them(dreamies) after catching them seeing porn(but they don’t know)

oh anon... how i luv the way ur mind works

here it is!

[markleessodalite]

Caught Red-Handed: NCT Dream

content: you catch bf!dreamies watching porn...

warnings: obviously explicit and sexually suggestive content, MDNI!!!, mentions of masturbation, most of these are just silly but Mark's, Jeno's, and Chenle's are a lil angsty, mentions of insecurities/ poor self-image, mentions of kinks

a/n: i wasn't sure about this request at first bc its more sexually suggestive than i usually do (although that might be changing soon hehe WHAT WHO SAID THAT) but it ended up being a lot of fun!! it made me think quite a bit bc i know ppl feel a lot of different ways about porn especially when it comes to their s/o's watching it so i wanted to try and portray a variety of different reactions here :)

also i luv u anon for sending in a request that made me contemplate this much u have no idea what you've done for me

Mark:

Renjun:

Jeno:

Haechan:

Jaemin:

Chenle:

Jisung: