It’s Yours - Haechan Imagine

*. * · Hot Summer Nights *. * ·

#－synopsis! On hot summer nights, the air conditioning being on is a must. Mark would rather sleep without blankets while you get cold easily. Despite your differences, neither of you want to sleep without the other.

#－pairing! Boyfriend!Mark x GN!Reader.

#－genre! Fluff, Cuddling, Domestic!AU.

#－notes! Here is my attempt at infiltrating writerblr. I wrote this during my study hall lol. Please reblog and leave some feedback if you enjoy!

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   Clad in shorts and a tank, you climbed into bed beside Mark. It was a hot summer night. Crickets chirped under the moonlight, a natural lullaby of sorts. The air inside your shared bedroom was crisp and icy, just the way Mark liked it. He kicked the comforter to your side of the bed, not wanting it anywhere near him even accidentally. “Stop judging me,” you whined, wrapping yourself up inside the thick cotton. No matter how hot it was outside, you could not fall asleep without bundling yourself in the covers like a burrito. It was the most comfortable way to sleep, especially when Mark refused to cuddle with you. “It gets so hot and stuffy with you on top of me. The blanket only makes it worse,” he complained almost every morning after you disturbed his sleep with your inherent clinginess. 

    “I never said anything,” he defended, turning his back to you with a huff. You turned the other way. “You don’t have to say anything for me to know.”

    Later that night, Mark was abruptly sucked out of his deep, peaceful slumber. With a disgruntled yawn, he cracked his eyes open, looking around the dark room in confusion. The weight on his chest coupled with his sweat-dampened bangs was telling enough. “What the hell,” he muttered, instinctively pushing your shoulders off his body. You moaned in your sleep, clinging to his torso like a burdock in a cornfield. He didn’t want to wake you up but he also didn’t want to lose more sleep over this predicament. “Y/n please,” he urged out loud, finally managing to detach your limp form away from him. Eyes having adjusted to the darkness now, he could make out the traces of a frown etched on your face. Chuckling under his breath, Mark pushed your hair out of your face, surprised to feel the moisture on your forehead. You were sweating too!

    He forced himself to sit up. He didn’t want you to be uncomfortable as you slept. Tugging the comforter out from underneath you, he threw it over the other side of the bed. Your skin was clammy with sweat. Laying back down, he moved his pillow to the center of the bed and pulled you into his side. As if your mind had subconsciously recognized that it was him, you slung your arm around his waist, snuggling your face into his shoulder. Two seconds without the comforter and the skin on your arms was already teeming with goosebumps. With a fond smile on his face, Mark rubbed his palm over your arms and thighs, warming you up from the outside. “Why don’t you wear longer clothes if you get cold this easily?” He wondered to himself. “‘Cause it’s summertime,” you mumbled loosely, definitely still asleep. Raising his brows in astonishment, he laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead, eager to share the incident with you the next morning. Sighing deeply, he placed an arm behind his head and shut his eyes. “Goodnight y/n. Hope you sleep tight.” 

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“Wanna feature me on your next mixtape?”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 600+

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s some Joon and Daisy/reader being cute and slightly obnoxious in a park during NYE. I hope you all enjoy and thanks so much for reading! :))

With your hand in your boyfriend’s, he spun you under his arm as giggles rang out from your smiling lips. Music hummed from your phone speaker in your opposite hand, Bill Withers soulful smooth voice echoing into the cold late-night air.

“And I want to be with you because you make me smile,” Namjoon sung lowly to you, causing you grin widely as he pulled you toward him, holding you close so your chest was pressed to his as he swayed you both back and forth. “Let it be me with you forever and a while,” he continued to sing as you pushed your lips to his dimpled cheek, lingering there for a moment.

The park was mostly empty as you began humming in a ultra-high pitched voice in accordance to the instrumental break in the song. Namjoon’s eyes squeezed shut as he laughed at you, dipping his face toward your neck where he nuzzled against your scarf.

“People are gonna think there’s a cat dying out here or something,” he teased as your hand wrapped around the back of his head, your fingers toying with the soft strands of his hair.

“I sound that good?” You asked with a smile, Namjoon’s chuckling continuing as he looked back to your face. “Wanna feature me on your next mixtape?” You joked, quirking your eyebrow.

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codename: monster (M)

pairing: jeno (nct) + you (reader)

summary: your life is nothing short of idyllic. you have a perfect house, a beautiful daughter and a loving husband. there’s just one rule - never ask Jeno what he does for a living…

warnings: mild language; recurring dialogue related to pregnancy and baby making; explicit sexual content

a/n: this is part of my villain series beast mode, but can be read separately as a standalone oneshot; check my masterlist for other parts; happy reading!

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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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"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes too near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could."

– Louise Erdrich, "The Painted Drum"

Maybe #83 for Jin? (my love my light) I LOVE YOU I hope you’re doing okay

“We’re just too in sync.”

(request for: "Stay there. I'm coming to get you.")

seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 500+

For as confident of a man as your boyfriend was, he had an adorable habit of getting shy when attention was focused on him. And well, sometimes you had to do things like surprise him with food while he was at work, just to see that bashful grin as his ears tinted red.

However, you had been lugging the bags of food up and down the corridors in search of the man for several minutes and had yet to find him. As you prepared to check the rapline studios, your phone started buzzing in your pocket. Huffing in frustration, you set one of the bags down to answer the call, finding Jin’s contact ID.

“Hello?” You answered the phone, just as Namjoon stepped out of his studio, his eyes instantly finding you.

“Where are you?” Jin asked you just as Namjoon waved at you.

“Uh,” you waved back, “I’m home.”

“Home?” He asked, confusion and skepticism lacing his tone. “I, uh, kind of doubt that.”

“What are you doing here?” Namjoon called out to you, you trying to gesture for him to be quiet, only for the man to pull his eyebrows together in question. “Jin left early to spend the day with you,” he informed you a bit more quietly as he tried to understand what was happening.

“Is that Namjoon?” Jin asked in surprise.

“You’re not at work?” You realized, directing the question to Jin through the phone.

“You’re at my work?” He questioned in surprise.

“I brought you food,” you informed him, all while Namjoon stared at you with wide eyes as he tried to follow the conversation, only hearing your side.

“But I picked up lunch on my way home and I’m now sitting in the living room with two bags of food and no girlfriend,” Jin told you, a smile and laugh working its way into his tone.

“Well fuck,” you breathed out, Namjoon chuckling down the hallway as Jin’s squeaky laughter rang through the speaker. “Hang on, I’ll catch a bus and come home,” you giggled as Namjoon walked toward you.

“No, no, stay there,” Jin told you through the phone as the sound of keys clinked in the background. “I’m coming to get you.”

“You know, Jinnie,” you started as Namjoon appeared in front of you with an amused grin. “We’re just too in sync,” you finished, your boyfriend cackling through the phone as Namjoon chuckled in front of you.

“It’s a blessing and a curse,” Jin agreed, expressing feigned burden in his tone.

“You call this in sync?” Namjoon questioned, poking fun at your mishap.

“Of course I do,” you smiled proudly, as Jin yelled out his own response though Namjoon couldn’t hear him.

“Of course we’re in sync,” he shouted defensively before falling into squeaky laughter, causing a small chuckle to slip from between your lips at the adorable sound.

Definitely in sync. Because only you and Jin would find yourselves in this situation, both trying to surprise the other with food on the same day, ending up in opposite places, both confused and amused by the predicament. How much more in sync could you get?

still here

summary: it all started with a kiss from your best friend, mark. and most cases, one night stands do not usually end well... right?

note: best friend!mark, sexual implications, cursing/profanities, making out? and purely confused and panicking mark lee.

genre: 99.9% angst and 0.1% fluff | word count: 1.5k

- mark never had a good night's sleep in a while until now.

he opened his eyes and the window to his left side almost told him “good morning”, so bright, so sunny. but he looked at the bookshelves beside a study table, and the bulletin board stacked with utility bills and polaroid films of friends just above a supposed to be a replica of surely an andy warhol pop-art painting.

this was definitely not mark’s room.

he was about to remove the blanket that is sitting on his legs when a figure beside him shuffled a little. the back facing him was bare, messy hair all he could see. but he instantly recognized it, and the room, for so long; because it was you.

slightly panicking, mark carefully removed the warm clothing above his thighs then there he saw that he was only wearing his boxers. right above, just a little, he could see the messy lining of his shirt, and it was definitely worn the other way around.

he rose from the bed carefully, avoiding causing any disturbance. mark made sure his footsteps were inaudible while he was looking for his pants and grey hoodie on the floor. he slowly picked his jeans up, but the belt still made a faint clang noise that he held it so tightly while putting it back on. he also removed his wrinkled, reversed shirt so it would be worn correctly this time before topping it with his grey hoodie.

then mark just… stood there in front of your bed, watching you, trying to recall what has happened last night. then it was all slowly coming back to him.

now, if you happened to wake up at this very moment, then what would he do?

-

mark bit his lower lip as he was trying to answer the question he is about to face later on. he suddenly felt the need to apologize.

maybe because may have been selfish.

he suddenly kissed you while watching before sunrise. maybe, just maybe, if the romantic and sexual tension were not so intense throughout the film, then he would not have needed to finally act upon what he has been thinking all this time.

but the fact that you gave in... god, he thought, you gave in. no sight of alcohol around, just pure sober thoughts. mark has no idea where he got the push.

but was he remember asking you if you wanted it. mark needed the confirmation, just to make sure you are on the same page as him.

“you want this, right?”

you were catching your breath from the heated kiss when he asked. and yes, you wanted more.

“i would not hold back this time, baby”, you giggled. you liked him calling you baby. “are you sure?”

“mark..." you replied. "baby…”

you were straddling him and started kissing his neck again. mark’s eyes were closed and feeling his crotch against your clothed sex, but he was not so sure that you understand; that if you continue along, the morning may not be the same anymore.

and now, with mark wondering, here we are.

so he removed your arms, now wrapped around his neck while you planted kisses on his cheek, and firmly intertwined his hand with yours.

mark looked you in the eyes so intently, your gaze could not leave his.

“i’m asking again,”, he emphasized. “are you sure you really want to do this?”

and it took you seconds to nod, as you had already caught what he is thinking—the consequences, the adjustments, the confrontation to be served via breakfast.

“mmh”, you hummed.

“words. i need to hear it.”

“yes, mark. i want this.”, you replied. “do you?”

“yes, i do… so much.” he put his palm on the right side of your cheek, just a little graze yet soft, so warm, so lovely. “you have no idea.”

mark has been staring at your still-sleeping figure for too long. too long, really. should he just leave a text that says, “hey... we need to talk about last night.”? or maybe go for an old-fashioned way and write a note saying “i had to go. errands.”, when in fact, it is a sunday morning and he is actually on work leave?

but omitting some words behind these questions, should he leave?—the simple question as it is, but would he be treating you the same as his one-night stands? for him, you deserve more than just ditching and letting avoidance do its own work at this point. you are a friend—the best friend.

you finally shuffled from your former position, still sleeping. from facing the back, your body is now almost facing where mark stands still. his fight or flight response is now asking him several questions. he wanted to run from the consequences he emphasized last night. he thought he could handle them but fuck, no.

mark, noticing that you were still unconscious made him run his fingers through his hair. slightly frustrated and he may have muttered "fuck, fuck, fuck!", a little too loud and-

“just lock the door when you leave, mark.”

mark froze on his feet, mouth agape at your sudden words.

you said it so... nonchalantly. and so you went back to your former position, facing your back against him once again too quickly but still, eyes closed.

you were waiting for him to leave immediately now you may have answered the thing that has been bugging him for minutes now.

and of course, you knew the moment you gave in, there was no turning back. you wish you could say “i love you.”, but you would have rather devour into the kiss, hoping your actions would translate those words instead. so you went along; touching him for the very first time, and feeling all of him for the last time.

but what hurts most is that you know where this is gonna go, that you will wake up to the sounds of shuffling and rummaging the one-night stand’s clothes on the floor, and the footsteps while the guy is putting his shoes on. and what has happened this morning so far is no exception.

maybe mark was too kind just to leave because you are you. and it stings more to know that you are just… a friend.

and it hurts more to see that he was ready to go.

so you just had to instruct him what others usually do. and you just wish you woke up a little later on an empty, messy bed—finding him gone for good.

-

mark felt a strong pang struck into his chest. he felt like his heart is being held tight, being twisted, being ripped into pieces.

and it hurts him more that you thought he was going to leave, that you thought he was going to be another one-night stand, and that you have already accepted that everything that you both went through is now ruined.

so when mark walked towards the door, your breath suddenly hitched but was inaudible. he clicked the lock, turned the doorknob, and you heard the door opening and closing.

you finally let out a sob that has been desperately wanting to be released as he was collecting his things.

tears damped your pillow until your cries lulled you to sleep.

-

your room is illuminated by the sunset, thanks to the always bright window. already past afternoon, you managed to escape the dreadful morning.

a little foolish of you, really, to check your phone and hope mark would leave a text. you chuckled at the ridiculous thought, only to find your notification bar empty.

but then you heard faint noises coming from your living room. a little shuffling and steps over there. you stood up and opened your door.

and there he was, actually in the kitchen, checking out what is in your refrigerator. you slowly walked in his direction.

“mark?”

he turned around and said, “hey.”

“what are you doing?”

“trying to cook.”

and he was holding his phone, and there appears to be a cooking tutorial paused on the screen.

“cook what?”

“pesto…? actually, dang, you don’t have enough ingredients so i’m just gonna do a quick run at 7/11 so—”

“mark?”, you asked, now more confused than ever, “you never left.”

for mark, this was never a mistake. he had wanted and waited for this for so long. this—overcoming the boundaries and just feeling you entirely–the making out, the fucking, the embracing, the tangled bodies, the intertwined hands, the how are yous, the sharing of joys and growing pains, everything and more; and most importantly, the i love yous.

he finally did not walk out the door for once, now that he has had you in his arms last night. no fumbling with the bags this time.

enough of the jealousy and the constant checking of his phone, waiting for a text after you went out on a date, thinking he is going to lose you to another guy because mark could never say how much you mean to him. no more subtle touching, like how he likes it when he wraps his arms around your shoulders. sometimes, he would just leave it there after saying he needs to protect you while crossing the street. and more, so much more.

mark needs more—never from but of–mark needs more of you. because good god, for once, he knows what love is—and love is the entirety of you.

so mark just shrugged with a sheepish grin plastered on his face.

“still here, baby.”

and you loved that cute, stupid smile every single time.

what a sight.