neobubs

[neobubs]

[2.16pm] 

wc: 0.3k, genre: fluff?, established relationship, pairing: student!doyoung x student gn!reader

a/n: i had this one lying on my drafts since forever, istg i couldn’t even remember writing it njkfsnkjsdf i apologize for eventual grammar/spelling mistakes, english is not my mother tongue, enjoy! <3

mindlessly walking in a stone path, the campus has never looked as beautiful as it currently looked in doyoung's eyes. maybe it was your face that made you look like the prettiest flower of that whole yard; or maybe it was his passion for listening to you talking, because 1) he absolutely adored your voice, and 2) he would do anything to know what was on your mind, even if that meant spending his entire afternoon walking after an entire tiring day of lectures.

as the wind blew gently, you could feel his quiet shiver while he lead the both of you to sit under a tree, his hand always holding onto yours until he sat down.

"a little bit of dust won't harm you, sit down", said doyoung when he noticed you were standing hesitant in front of him. as soon as these words left his mouth, he saw you lowering beside his body while scrunching your nose.

"you're washing my clothes, love" the guy, now, could only smile from ear to ear, his teeth showing. but that didn't last long.

you saw his smile break as a hiccup left his throat. and yet another one, and another one; then frustration took over his features, and his smiley eyes were replaced by furrowed ones.

"i suggest you hold your breath for a bit, baby, it might help" and he did so. his face was turning pink, his cheeks were puffy, and you found yourself shooting a picture of the moment for further necessities.

"i'm calling you jigglypuff, you look just as adorable."

[neobubs]

[4.00pm]

wc: 0.5k, genre: fluff, crack, suggestive, established relationship, pairing: lee jeno x gn!reader, hendery mentioned

you glared into hendery’s eye through the lenses of your glasses, a question mark almost visible in your forehead. the said male currently stood at your right, and he nonchalantly held out a handkerchief in your direction.

“what’s this for?”, you asked out of utter confusion.

“you don’t want jeno to see you drooling over him like a dog.”

blood then flushed to your neck and cheeks after hearing his words. staring at your boyfriend dancing made your entire body numb to the point you couldn’t even control your muscles anymore.

being caught in such a moment was flustering enough, and you felt overwhelmed when jeno approached you and hendery, meanwhile the latter made fun of how much power your lover had over you.

“let my baby be, hendery” said jeno taking your head in between his hands and pecking your burning forehead.

faking nausea, kunhang tripped his way far from the both of you, and jeno took a seat next to you, grabbing your right leg and putting it to rest on his lap under his hands.

“why are you flustered?”

“am not”, you said feigning indifference.

the black haired boy made his face close to yours while you adverted your eyes from his gaze, “i can feel your heat, and it’s winter, baby”.

you shrugged your shoulders, now staring into his sparkling eyes with fake confidence.

“tell me why you’re shy”, he insisted.

you grabbed his hands which were caressing your leg and held them close to your lips, giving each one of them a kiss. resting his knuckles on your cheeks, you lifted your eyes still gathering the courage to properly talk to him.

jeno’s face approached yours, his foreahead now resting on your own and both of your noses almost touching.

“hendery’s caught me staring at you.”

“and why is that a problem?”, jeno whispered to you almost puzzled.

“it is not”, you sighed lowly gripping his hands, your positions still. “i was embarrassed when i thought he could read minds.”

laughing, jeno moved his head away and helped your straighten your posture in his embrace.

“what would he know if he could read minds, baby?”, he asked with his chin on your shoulder.

heat raised in your body once again, and jeno could feel it even before your shifted before starting to speak.

“he would know how bad i wanna fuck you everytime you have these sweats on.”

the smile long fallen from jeno’s face was a sign for you to keep going.

“god, how come your dick becomes even more outstanding on these pants. plus, they’re so easy to take off, i keep picturing how easily i could suck you off, or ride you right here right now.”

raising the corner of his lip into a smirk, jeno pressed a longing kiss into your shoulder and squeezed your hand in slyness. standing up, his last phrase sent shrivers all over your body, being audible only to you.

“practice finishes in ten, baby.”

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[1.28 am]

Feeling your heartbeat match the music blasting through the speakers at the small yet crowded flat, you couldn’t look at anything, but the males at the other side of the tiny room. The fact of how little the space was made it easy for you to notice Mark rolling his eyes at his friends, who were now teasing the giggly guy for getting on his nerves so easily.

Noticeably approaching the group by Mark’s back, you saw the other guys leave and then he turned to you.

“What got you so frustrated?”, and he sighed while placing his hands in your back pockets.

“I hate it when they call me things like ‘uncle’, you know. It annoys me out of my mind”.

“You don’t like being called ‘uncle’ by them?” you asked as you lightly combed your fingers through his hair, and the boy frowned with a face that told you ‘that’s exactly what I just said’. 

Tighening your grip on Mark’s hair, the boy felt goosebumps on his skin; your breathe fanned it and the tip of your nose and upper lip both touched his jaw as you spoke to his ear.

“What about being called ‘daddy’ by me?”

[neobubs]

Does anyone still remember me? 👀

Edit: I've been inactive for too long bc my uuniversity's method pick for the pandemics came out literally months late, so I've been suffering ever since the semester has started..

[neobubs]

ma babys look so good ✩✩♡

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[neobubs]

[3.56 am]

wc: 0.4k, genre: angst, pairing: ex!taeyong x ex!reader

Taeyong’s tears ran carelessly from his eyes along with his every hurtful step towards his new future. Taeyong felt selfish for putting what he thought would make him happy over what -- or better saying, over who -- in fact had made in happy for the past couple years.

He felt shallow for prioritazing fame over his miracle ㅡ more than that he felt sorry because he hurt you. He felt sorry for wanting to make the world his stage when you put all your efforts on making your heart his home. 

For a moment the male in question stood still just staring at his reflection. When did he realize he was always receiving so much love and support from you and that he never did enough to fill your beautiful heart? His emotions washed his former empty soul and the weight of letting you go felt  heavier. Every time he closed his eyes in hopes of forgetting he would remember you and regret not doing what was right.

He felt vain for not making it till the end with you, because that was all he ever wanted. Even after your break up Taeyong always kept his searching gaze and his ears up in hopes of hearing your voice again. But the flutter in his heart never happened again after the unfortunate split.

The mirrored room felt hotter with every breathe Taeyong took and he knew it was necessary for him to leave. Taking this signal the young male exited the empty room to be met by a corridor with white lights. Seeing the light corridor felt cozy enough for him to be reminded of you once again. Because you shone more than the sun when you smiled; and even when you cried so hard at your break up you were still shining. 

Reaching his current residence Taeyong felt his tears soak his face once again that night; because you were not waiting for him at the front of his house and your familiar presence started turning into unknown. The memories of you did nothing but hurt his heart even when they were starting to blur in his mind. He used to know you so well, but not anymore. And his heart tightned when the wind blew on his face because you wouldn’t meet again and he wouldn’t ever get to embrace you after the spring breeze passed like he promised he would do. 

ㅡ

a.n.: highkey inspired by wanna one's 'spring breeze'.

[neobubs]

[1.28 am]

Feeling your heartbeat match the music blasting through the speakers at the small yet crowded flat, you couldn’t look at anything, but the males at the other side of the tiny room. The fact of how little the space was made it easy for you to notice Mark rolling his eyes at his friends, who were now teasing the giggly guy for getting on his nerves so easily.

Noticeably approaching the group by Mark’s back, you saw the other guys leave and then he turned to you.

“What got you so frustrated?”, and he sighed while placing his hands in your back pockets.

“I hate it when they call me things like ‘uncle’, you know. It annoys me out of my mind”.

[neobubs]

[4.00 pm]

wc: 0.4k, genre: flooff fluff, established relationship, pairing: donghyuck x gn!reader

Hyuck had his eyes closed and his head rested on your thighs; his nose touched your hips slightly while his hands held your waist fondly. The sun sparkled through the living room's glass window, but didn't reach the two lovers sat on the floor.

"Although I like it very much, if you keep playing with my hair I might as well fall asleep right here", said the young male with a whispering voice.

"I'm almost done, baby."

Donghyuck could feel the skin of his face starting to get marked by the fabric of your spring vestments, and his smelling sense got so used to your fabric softener that he'd say he couldn't even smell it anymore. He wasn't one to complain. Rather than that he adored those simple moments spent with you; moments when you wouldn't need your words to show how much love you've spared for one another. Donghyuck estimated your every moment together just as much as you did, if not more.

"Hyuck", you called out for your fiancé, receiving a low hum shortly after. "I'm done, lend me your phone".

He opened one of his previously closed eyes to peak at you and check if you were serious.

"Did I stutter?"

The lying boy smiled at your antics while handing you his mobile and closing his eye once again. His blissful state never let him go, not even when you started poking his cheek soon after he heard the sound of his camera going off. Donghyuck remained unbothered by you. He sat up, his arms never leaving your torso. When Hyuck's head rested on your shoulder he stared down at his phone on your hands.

The slender man's eyes shone in marvell as he observed the picture you took seconds before. The purple strands of hair formed now a heart shaped bun at the very top of his head. He found it lovely how even after years of being together you'd still make him fall a bit harder by each passing day with your purest actions.

"You're so adorable", Donghyuck mumbled turning his head to kiss your cheek. His face wore a tight smile with matching pink cheeks and heart eyes he could only give to you.

"You're making me shy, Hyuck."

"I hope you don't get shy when you're walking down that aisle soon", with that said, the bright male led his lips towards yours to demonstrate yet again how passionate he was about you without having to use his words. That afternoon you gave your lover a mirror to what he had once given to you and only you: his whole heart.

[neobubs]

[9.56 am]

wc: 0.3k, genre: angst??? idk, platonic love, pairing: brother in law!jeno x gn!reader

Jeno always thought of himself as a reasonable and mature person; and so people would describe him. For a little while now he would find himself letting his emotions take control rather than being reasonable ㅡ and his justification was you.

Although you've known each other for a couple of years now Jeno has only recently started finding it pleasant to have you over. For the last few weeks he found himself thinking about your charisma and how the tenderness of your words had him wrapped around your fingers. Even if it was never your intention.

The screechy sound of the doorbell was Jeno's least favorite sound ever. However he always felt his boredom fade away when he opened the door to meet a very curious you standing there.

"Hey, Jen!", you would enthusiastically say.

And the smile you have always given to the said boy lately has unintentionally hurt him. Jeno was infatuated by you from your kind soul to your weirdest high behaviors. But most importantly Jeno was hurting.

"Bub! Come on in, please", he would invite you with a low voice and a shattering heart.

It was a routine now. Jeno has memorized your every step from observing them closely for the past few weeks. And while you made yourself comfortable Jeno would take his way to his sister's room to make your presence known.

Every morning with you made Jeno feel more than infatuated; Lee Jeno was enamoured. And he was hurting twice as much whenever he saw the crescent love between you and his sister.

[neobubs]

lucas is 183cm tall bc he needs a lot of space to keep all the love he has to offer; inner baby 🥺

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[neobubs]

[1.52pm]

wc: 0.5k, genre: angst, pairing: johnny x gn!reader

cw: mentions of anxiety and a lot of crying

"oh, baby, why are you crying? what made you blue?" johnny's voice was nothing but soothing while his eyes held pity and sorrow for you. by the door you seemed worlds away from him.

that man could figure you out like a simple once upon a time fairytale. that was the reason why johnny approached the numb body of yours and layed himself on bed without saying anymore words. he sensed distress deep inside you and those tears that ran down your face and moistened his shoulder were only there to prove he never failed to understand your emotions.

"come here", he said lowly while his superior limbs embraced your body and caressed your skin. "I'm right here for you. even if the moon is falling down and the stars aren't enough to light up our night, I know the angels will come down to guide us all through the night. together".

your eyes burned and your breathe became irregular as hiccups made your throat sore. you couldn't make a sound other than that. you knew nothing of that was your fault, so why did it hurt like one thousand knives were stabbed in your chest? deep inside your heart there was a need to spill every sensation to youngho. you convinced yourself that he was too good to be pained by your insecurities. yet he wanted to know, he wanted to help. because he cared too much. because seeing you in pain made him feel pain.

johnny's digits were on your scalp, the tip of his nose softly stroking the bridge of your own as both of you shed tears now. the male closed his eyes; maybe if he didn't stare directly at the scene of you breaking down then he would hurt less.

"like the winter snow, so white and cold", johnny started with crackly voice, "your pain will come and melt away. the spring will come, but until then please don't forget that I'm here by your side".

your eyes never stopped flooding, not even when you closed them and tried to keep quiet to hear what he had to say. johnny was wise. he meant every word he said.

"please, stay with me for a while longer. that way you can dream a bit more."

some minutes of no more words went on. his presence was a plentiful reason to mend your soul. his love could heal all your damages. he didn't need know what had caused you such a bad feeling, johnny just wanted to take care of you. he wanted to make it known that you had each other and that he would protect you with his own life if it meant you wouldn't hurt anymore.

"even if the angels die tonight and don't guide us anymore. even if the sky is falling tonight, I'm always by your side."

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a/n: this was based on little girl by monogram. they're one of the best duos I've ever heard, I highly recommend supporting them <3 anyway, I try making everything as neutral as possible just so everybody is included on my work of fiction. I hope you enjoy :)

[neobubs]

[10.53pm]

wc: 0.3k, genre: fluff, loveyyy, jungwoo softhours, pairing: none

Your mind went full as exhaustion took over your body and your soul. Even if it was only the first week back to college since winter's break, studying demanded so much energy and every drop of dedication. Yet, getting to be sprawled over living room's carpet, with the sound of nothing but your breathe, made you feel satisfied by your efforts.

New year's resolutions were never something you thought you would do yourself. Still you decided to try it for 2020 and your priority was to acknowledge your achievements, even the smallest ones. Your heart was warmer as self pride raised inside it.

Your domestic environment was stimulating enough for you to sit down and have a slow and delightful meal. Appreciating solo done tasks was needed; you called it luck that you were able to do so. But that was until you had your mobile in your hands and found a new post on every NCT sns account.

Staring at the universe the boy had inside his eyes, the most noticeable aspect of that picture was how his appearance seemed healthier than ever before. He currently had brown hair, just like his brows; his cheeks were round and dusted in pink, matching his sweater and beanie. The light background made him look angelic, sacred even. And suddenly your concepts of luck changed, because you knew that having Jungwoo back to promoting as an idol made you the luckiest person alive on earth. His happiness meant yours.

[neobubs]

New blurb blog!

Hello, it's not even 5am and I'm a new sideblog,, I know I'm not that deep nor that good with writing but I wanna share some drabbles/blurbs just because, y'know. Uh, if whatever, for now I'll only write for NCT but I've already set my mind on writing for ggroups as well since I don't see as many works for kpop girls.

I hope y'all enjoy my badly written stuff, please request sjndks

[neobubs]

[1.28 am]

wc: 0.2k, genre: suggestive, pairing: mark x gn!reader

Feeling your heartbeat match the music blasting through the speakers at the small yet crowded flat, you couldn't look at anything, but the males at the other side of the tiny room. The fact of how little the space was made it easy for you to notice Mark rolling his eyes at his friends, who were now teasing the giggly guy for getting on his nerves so easily.

Noticeably approaching the group by Mark's back, you saw the other guys leave and then he turned to you.

"What got you so frustrated?", and he sighed while placing his hands in your back pockets.

"I hate it when they call me things like 'uncle', you know. It annoys me out of my mind".

“You don’t like being called ‘uncle’ by them?” you asked as you lightly combed your fingers through his hair, and the boy frowned with a face that told you ‘that’s exactly what I just said’. 

Tighening your grip on Mark’s hair, the boy felt goosebumps on his skin; your breathe fanned it and the tip of your nose and upper lip both touched his jaw as you spoke to his ear.

“What about being called ‘daddy’ by me?”