yelah emotionally intelligent men only exist in shit like this
Hi Liv 🥺 can i humbly request #79 for Joon 🥺👉👈 thank you so much. I really love your drabbles and the long term couples 🥺
namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 700+
You were so fucking late.
Scrambling through your closet, you groaned at your inability to find the right outfit. Late, late, late. And Namjoon was so patient, as always. It seemed he was always waiting on you in some way or another.
Grabbing the t-shirt off the hanger, you quickly pulled it on before jogging over to the entryway of your bedroom. “I’m so sorry I’m running so late, work was crazy today and I got home and just passed out,” you apologized to Namjoon, watching as the man looked over his shoulder to smile at you. He was dressed coolly but casually for your date, looking as handsome as ever.
“You’re fine,” he shook his head gently, turning completely away from the bookcase he was just perusing, a book in his hands. “You look good like that,” he nodded to your appearance, triggering you to look down at your bare legs, the t-shirt doing nothing to cover anything past your hips.
Grinning at his words, you shook your head in an attempt to cover up your amusement. “I’ll be ready in a minute, I just need, well, pants,” you pointed out, Namjoon chuckling at the comment. He was so pretty when he smiled like that, the laughter light and airy, barely audible.
“Take your time,” he gave you a small nod as he spoke. “I’ll still be here when you’re ready,” he smiled directly at you, his dimples on full display for you.
Cocking your head at him, you locked your eyes on the book he held. “Kafka on the Shore?” You asked, a fond smile toying on your lips.
“Ah. It’s one of my favorites,” he told you, looking down at the novel. Opening the book onto a random page, he smiled. “I like that you annotate your books.” Thinking back to the morning after meeting Namjoon, you recalled reading a collection of poems, and you found his stars and underlines throughout the poems fascinating. They revealed pieces of himself and you couldn’t quite get enough of the markings. “Can I borrow this? I want to read it with your notes.”
Your heart raced at the question as a soft grin found its way to your face. There was something beautiful and intensely intimate about the man reading a book that you jotted notes all throughout. Wanting to allow him to explore those pieces of you, just as you had the privilege of doing with him, you nodded at him.
“Of course,” you whispered, Namjoon grinning widely at your sudden excitement.
“Thanks,” he beamed, already keen on exploring your thoughts on one of his favorite works of literature.
For a moment, before retreating back into your room, you simply stared at him from across your apartment, appreciating all that he was. He was broad, tall, handsome with those damn dimples that you adored. But even more than that, he was intelligent, both emotionally and intellectually. He was warm and soft, safe, like coming home. The man didn’t break eye contact despite the obvious bashfulness taking over due to your gaze on him.
“I love you,” you suddenly told him, softly and sincerely. You just had to tell him. No matter how many times you confessed those feelings, it would never be enough. Every bit of him had all of your love, and you needed him to feel that.
You watched as his eyes widened, his mouth parting just slightly. You had told him you loved him before but it was still new enough that he just wasn’t quite accustomed to hearing the words leave your lips.
“I’ll be right out, make yourself at home, please,” you told him with a smirk, amused by the way those three words just rocked his world and stunned the strapping leader.
“Oh-okay,” he replied just as you stepped back into your room, your smile wider than ever. You were just through the door when he cleared his throat. “Hey,” he called out, you quickly popping your head back out to look at him expectantly. “I love you too,” he told you, the words instantly bringing a smile to your face.
“I know that,” you told him gently, the man exhaling into a light laugh. The man looked to the floor for a quick moment before looking back up at you.
“Good,” he told you, his dimples still displayed upon his cheeks. “Because I really do.”
LIGHT OF MY DARK WORLD.
boyfriend!mark | fluff | boyfriend au | cw: fears of the dark & thunder
note ; there's a reference to 'nothing' by bruno major in this, but it's actually based on the lyrics of 'lights' by got7's yugyeom , aka soty!!!! the lyrics make me cry LOL so i had to write this <3
taglist ; @soobin-chois (lmk in comments, asks, or dms if you’d like to be added to my taglist! ^^)
Thanks to a sudden blackout that was unexpected but not unwelcomed, your apartment was completely pitch black.
Which probably explains why it's taking Mark such a long time to get to your shared bedroom.
"Markie? Hurry up, I'm waiting!" you called out impatiently, fingers tapping against the top of your battery-run radio.
You head your boyfriend huff loudly, stumbling over something and almost tripping.
"I hope you know that it's very difficult to walk through the dark without glasses and bad eyesight." he complains.
"Can't relate," you tease as you finally hear him enter the room and walk up to you. "I didn't stay up secretly reading Harry Potter under the blankets as a child."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." he deadpans, chuckling.
Reciprocating his laugh, you peck his cheek before running your fingers over the front of your radio, each button and its function long burned into your memory out of familiarity.
"I'll play a Bruno Major CD, is that okay?" you asked, fiddling with the radio as you tried to load the disk.
Mark offers a hum in response, arms wrapping around your waist from the back as he rests his head on your shoulder. He's squinting as he tries to figure out what you were doing through his blurry vision.
"You know, you sound really excited to dance in the dark for someone who's usually scared of it." Mark notes, recalling how you would get really quiet and clingy in the dark.
"Oh, I'm not scared of the dark anymore," you laughed airily, dismissing his note with a wave of your hand. The other one hits the 'Play' button on the radio.
Almost immediately, 'Nothing' starts to play, scratchy intro of the heart-swelling song filling up your dark apartment.
"Really? That's not what you were saying last week during the thunderstorm though." he teases.
"That was different." you retort, scoffing. "Thunder was involved, and I'm still scared of that."
Mark can only laugh at how adorably stubborn you are when it comes to admitting your fears, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
The feeling of his soft lips against your skin makes you smile, melting into Mark's embrace.
And you wonder if he knows that he's the reason you weren't scared of the dark anymore, and you were sure that you'd get over your fear of thunder soon with him around.
The tight hugs in bed while he rubbed your back and reminded you that there was nothing to be scared of, the warmth of his hands in yours as he pressed small kisses to your knuckles and whispered funny stories to distract you, everything.
Little by little, Mark had totally transformed your fear of the dark into nothing but trust, calmness, and an endless love to be with him all night.
He colored you warm - even your surroundings - and you no longer were the frail, gray canvas you were, brave yellows and peaceful blues replacing them instead.
"And besides," you whisper, wrapping your arms around Mark's waist.
"You're the light of my dark world, so even when the night comes, I'm not afraid."
© neolovesneo, 2022.
the urge to be hugged for 4 hrs
Tell your kids about me
I hope that when you’re older
and your hair is begin to grey
when you’ve built your life
found your happiness
Your child asks about me one day
I know that you’ll be stunned
But let out a soft smile
I hope that you’ll ask them to take a seat
Cause you’ll be talking for a while
It was never a thought in my head
That we would be sharing our love story alone
I always thought those kids would be ours
But I guess the future is unknown
Please tell them how much I loved you
Share our memories
Give them advise
Tell them about the choices you made
It’ll make you wonder if it was worth the price
Be honest with them about what happened
Please don’t tell them we endet fine
Your first love just not your last love
But maybe we will work out in another lifetime
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─ Synopsis: Unexpectedly, your own demons had crept up on you without any warning. Being all too familiar with this feeling of anxiety, doubt, and insecurity - you have broken down into tears in front of your boyfriend. No matter how many tears have been shed, Johnny Suh is your vitamin willing to fight off every plague affecting your mind.
─ Pairing: Idol!Johnny Suh x Gender-Neutral Reader
─ Genre: One-Shot, Angst w. Comfort, Fluff/Wholesome
─ Concepts: Idol!Johnny Suh, established relationship, johnny comforting reader basically, cuddling with johnny <3, reader being insecure / feeling like a burden, implications of reader suffering with depression / depressive episodes, some johnny humor because it makes my heart ache less when writing it, this hitting too close to home why tf did i write this at 2 am
─ Count of Words: 3.2k
─ Inspiration of the work: Godspeed by Frank Ocean + “Girl, you gotta take it all baby and i’ll be your therapist for the day, that’s okay.” (Vitamin by NCT 127)
❒ a/n: this is self-indulgent, but please take care of yourself. i really do hope yall are doing alright <3 just a reminder: you guys arent alone! and it’s okay to have bad days. stay safe ෆ
Something felt wrong today.
It was one of those days where you returned back home from work, the long hours taking a toll on your drained body and your mind weighing heavily with unexpected burdens. Though today was no different from your usual schedule, you suddenly reached a limit of your own mentality; however, what could have triggered it? You cannot find one explanation or one reason why it would happen so suddenly.
To you, it was simply one of those days where you begin to crumble without much real reason; fingertips gripping onto the surface tightly yet begging to loosen, as though you didn’t mind the idea of falling.
Standing in front of the counter with a heavy chest, you came to a pause with what you were doing; the cup of ramen steaming in front of you, a cloud of heat rising and causing your own vision to become hazy. Tiredly, you look down at the softened noodles, the packets of spices sitting near your frozen hands. Slowly turning to the time displayed on the microwave with green, glowing numbers; you read the late numbers of the night, knowing your boyfriend will be coming home in a few minutes.
Knowingly, Johnny Suh would be returning with his own tiredness cursing his tensed body. But, you could vividly imagine him returning home with a smile appearing on his face upon seeing you; his whole body led to you, as though he had a set course every time he sees you - he is always navigating his way to you, no matter how heavy his body feels. No matter how his feet drags, he is approaching you with a warm smile and eyes flickering like a steady flame of a candle.
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namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 3.3K
a/n: Hi lovelies! I have no idea if this is even any good lol but here’s this! Basically, Namjoon leaves little notes randomly for reader/Daisy, and this is all about those cute little messages. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))
Namjoon was a distraction. A welcomed one but a distraction nonetheless. Staring intensely in the mirror as you attempted to wing your eyeliner, your focus faltered as the man let out a “whoah” from the bathroom entryway.
He had planted himself in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a bottle of iced coffee in his hands as he studied you with interest. A small smile curved on your lips at the sound of his astonishment for your adequate makeup skills.
“That looks hard,” he noted, your smile widening.
“Don’t make me laugh,” you spoke calmly, flashing him a playful glare in the mirror. “It is hard.”
“Sorry,” he replied with a guilty dimply grin. “It’s just fascinating.”
Lowering the eyeliner pen, you cocked your head to the side scrutinizingly. “You get your makeup done all the time,” you reminded him. “Like, professionally.”
“But I don’t get my eyeliner done like that,” he beamed at you as you chuckled lightly. “And I don’t do it myself,” he added, you humming as you returned to your task, trying to get the line just right before you had to head off to work. “You should come do my makeup sometime,” he teased, causing you to scoff at him.
“I can see the tweets now,” you mumbled as you stared at your eyelid in the mirror. “What the fuck happened to Namjoon’s face? The man looks a mess,” you joked. And once again, your focus shifted from your makeup to watch Namjoon as he ducked his chin toward his chest, cute breathy laughs leaving his lips.
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Seokjin x Reader (or oc)
Word count: 1.4K
a/n: Here’s a Jinnie drabble where him and his s/o realize their in love while their laughing, which I think is freaking cute. The whole end of this is just them kissing and laughing. I don’t know, I just like the idea of Jin finding a partner who he can laugh and laugh and laugh with. Even when they’re trying to have a heated kiss. I hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading!
Seokjin must have just told his ninth dad joke of the night, and you were both practically rolling on the ground, choking on your own cackles. Both of you were seated cross-legged on your sofa, facing each other. His face was lit up in delight as his eyes watched you, a loud laugh bursting from his grinning mouth. You were holding your hands over your wide smile, your eyes crinkled so much you could hardly see out of them, and an equally loud laugh booming from your vocal chords.
Looking at him, mid laugh. That’s when you knew.
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how was miso adopted? was she originally jungkook or oc’s cat? i love the miso detail so much lmao i can’t get over her
alternatively, jungkook is willing to take an everyday risk :)
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“My girlfriend likes you for some reason.”
Jungkook deadpans at the cat sat on the sidewalk, her eyes big and curious even under a wonky, flickering streetlight.
“You keep following Y/N to her workshops. You always wait outside,” he hums, grunting as he lowers himself down to the cold pavement. The two of you have been seeing the cat nonstop nowadays, all to the point that you’ve started carrying cat food in your bag and leaving it to him while he waits for you to be done with your work for the day.
The cat sits still but she still meows as if she understands everything that Jungkook’s saying, making him chuckle in disbelief.
“Guess what I brought,” he lowly cheers, adding in a whoop for good measure before he gestures to the crate beside him. The inside of it looks even warmer than what he’s wearing now, clearly having thought of this more than he makes it out to be.
“Dear fucking god, I hope you’re hypoallergenic,” Jungkook mutters as he gestures his hands out to put the cat into the crate but it looks like he won’t have to exert effort because she enters it herself, her tail brushing past his arm that it triggers a sneeze. “How nice. I’m allergic to you.”
Jungkook sighs a breath of relief now that the hard part is over because he didn’t even need to convince the cat, closing the crate door behind her but if he thinks about it, he’s sure that she wouldn’t escape even if he hadn’t.
“I’m the only one taking you in for now, okay? My girlfriend doesn’t know yet,” he mutters, making direct eye contact with the cat that even the concept of her listening surprises him. “Okay, maybe fiancée soon because I’m planning on proposing. When we move in together, you would have us both,” he adds. “Don’t get it twisted though. I’m not using you as a pawn for my proposal.”
Jungkook shivers in the cold but before he makes his trek to the pharmacy to buy his allergy medicine, and back to his apartment building, he makes the decision to sneak in his scarf to the crate so the cat would feel extra toasty.
Ah. So this is the feeling.
Maybe love doesn’t always compulse Jungkook to say I love you to you every night.
Sometimes, love tends to make Jungkook adopt a stray cat despite horrible allergies and the commitment to take anti-histamines for as long as you’ll have him in your life (he hopes forever), as long as the white ball of fur makes you happy.
dangggg man, tumblr is deffo better than wattpad at making me feel like stabbing myself with a fork
— [7:22 pm] it’s the way mark holds you after a long and stressful day. the way his arms completely engulf you as if he’s trying to shield you from the rest of the world, protecting the one he cherishes the most. he leaves a kiss on your forehead as his heartbeat lulls you to sleep and you can’t help but fall more and more in love with him.
it’s the way mark picks up little things for you when he’s out shopping with the notion that “this reminded me of you” or “I just feel like you’d like this” and you do. you love everything mark gifts you, but nothing can beat the greatest gift you’ve ever received: him.
it’s the way his eyes always find yours in a crowd. the packed parties you frequent courtesy of your mutual friend johnny always ends up in the two of you separated. but with one look, mark is able to spot you, silently asking if you were okay. your eyes tell all. if you were fine, he’d let you mingle with the new friends you meet. if you weren’t, he’d quickly swoop in by your side and save you and link your pinky with his. once again, proving that he was your ultimate safe haven. an angel sent to you personally from the skies above.
it’s the way mark lee tells you he loves you without outright saying it. it’s the way that you can feel it every time you’re in his presence. the love radiates off his body as if he can’t hold it in, wanting the whole world to know. dropping down on one knee, he says nothing as he opens the box. he doesn’t have to with the way his gaze speaks nothing but forever. with you.
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[11:22 am] Mark Lee could not stop the laughter that spilled from his mouth everytime your lips touched his. It was an automatic reaction, and the same blush of embarrassment covered his face each time.
“Why do you keep laughing?” You asked, giggling as well. Mark groaned, turning away from your intense gaze. Being with you in an intimate way always made Mark’s insides feel like jelly, butterflies erupting in his stomach at the smallest of touches. Each time your lips brushed up against his, he felt like a giddy teen experiencing their first kiss.
“You make me nervous.” Mark answered your question, a shy smile on his face. You raised your hand to cup his jaw, pulling him close to you once more. Despite the two of you dating for nearly ten months, Mark’s eyes widened at the close proximity, as he had never gotten used to it. He didn’t believe he ever would. Mark was able to see every single perfect detail of your face up close and he could smell the sweet scent of your perfume that sent him into a frenzy. He couldn’t be more in love with you at the moment.
“You’re so cute.” You cooed before kissing him again. This time, Mark didn’t laugh, but you didn’t miss the feeling of his lips curling up into a smile smile.
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