♡ looking back on your last new year’s eve party with mark, you realise it’s not about what he says to you, but how he makes you feel, that really matters
pairing: best friend!mark x reader
genre: fluff, college!au, party!au
word count:1.3K
a/n: this is something i wrote no joke about seven years ago and am reposting on my tumblr :) hence why it isn’t really up to standard but i didn’t wanna have to rewrite the whole thing lol // tagging @nct-writers
With each sip you took of the clear, colourless liquid, you felt your soul slip closer and closer to the warm embrace of temporary rest. The transparent drink swirled around your cup hypnotically, enticing you to “one more sip, one more sip!” It distressed you that this poison was so easily presented in a colourful plastic cup, and if one was not careful, had absolute control over a person’s mind.
The people around you screamed at each other over the headache-inducing, bassy, electronic music. Teenagers danced around the room, pressing their sweaty bodies closer as they jumped to the music. The party had been going on for awhile, so the stale stench of sweat stained the air. A tall girl, much older than yourself, was handing out bottles of beer to everyone, but the bitter, burning taste of straight vodka lingering in your mouth forced you to decline her offer.
As you headed out to the backyard, the music faded slightly and the pounding in your temples dulled. Stepping over the body of a poor young girl who clearly couldn’t handle her alcohol, you headed to the furthest possible place from the house you could find. There was an overwhelming whiff of vomit and smoke in the air, but you didn’t mind - at least you could get away from all your drunk classmates.
New Year’s Eve is a memorable time for everyone. It is a night where you can just let loose because, after all, you survived another year. It is a night where everyone feels on top of the world. And the parties! You’d been going to New Year’s Eve parties since your early teens, although New Year’s Eve last year was slightly different - it was the first time you hadn’t seen the New Year’s through surrounded by drunk teenagers. It’s a memory you will never forget.
37 minutes to midnight.
Pulling out your phone, you desperately searched for something to distract yourself from the trainwreck this party had become. You noticed a male figure exit from the house and pause as he scanned the backyard. A few moments later, the figure sauntered towards your position against the back fence, a happy twinkle in his eye. As he approached, you observed the familiar tidy black hair, child-like dimples, and a wide smile that you knew was reserved for only you.
“What are you doing out here by yourself?” He questioned in his silvery voice once he was in talking distance. “You’re at a party, Y/N, you should be socializing!”
pairing:stranger!renjun x gn!reader |genre: angst | word count: 353
You couldn’t help but stare at the stranger in your summer art class. He sat across the table from you, and he was gorgeous.
He had the deepest brown eyes you’d ever seen, which sparkled with mischief when he smiled and caused butterflies in your stomach when he glanced at you.
He had a beautiful smile, his top canines slightly crooked, but the imperfection seemed to suit him perfectly. He lit up the whole room when he smiled, and you couldn’t find the power to look away.
You were absolutely in love with his laugh. The way he threw his head back and laughed — really laughed, not just a small chuckle — made you feel so comfortable. You were so amazed that he could laugh so loudly and so strongly without feeling embarrassed, and you found yourself giggling along with him more times than you realised.
He had introduced himself as Renjun on the first day of class, extending out his hand for you to shake, a spark running up your arm at the touch. You found out watercolour painting was his favourite — he loved how the paint seemed to have a mind of its own as it swirled along his paper.
When you were tasked to paint a portrait, there was only one person beautiful enough you wanted to capture in an artwork, although you could argue that he was already artwork himself. You studied the lines of his face every lesson, making sure you didn’t get a single feature wrong. The art teacher came along and stated it was the prettiest portrait she’d seen in a long time.
At the end of the term, as your art class was finishing, you intended to talk to Renjun — to ask for his number and whether he wanted to catch up outside of class. You packed up your equipment and when you looked back up, he had left.
You tried to search him up online, but there was no trace of him. You pinned the portrait you’d painted to your wall, the only remnant of the stranger who had stolen your heart that one summer.
☆ best friends!nct dream are cowards and beg you to get rid of a bug in their bathroom. only, the situation you are greeted with is not exactly what you were expecting.
no pairing, dream are your best friends, humour, university!au
800 words
swearing and mentions of a knife
a/n: i can’t add a read more, i’m so sorry but it messes up the photos and makes the post even longer @ncteology@nct-writers
Rolling your eyes at Donghyuck’s unironic use of the emoji, you quickly typed off your response as you shuffled on your shoes. Making sure you had your house keys as well as a light coat, you headed out the door and grinned as Hyuck sent you back a vulgar image of him pulling the middle finger.
Sliding your phone into your back pocket, you started the short walk through the neighbourhood to your best friends’ dorm. You’d known Jeno for a couple of years after you met at a casual exercise group during high school, and he’d introduced you to his other friends, who in turn quickly became people who meant a lot to you. It wasn’t unusual at all for you to be hanging around at Dream’s dorm, watching movies together or helping Jeno attempt to cook for the rest of the boys. It was slightly surprising that they had begged you to come around to catch a bug for them, but unfortunately your house had an ant infestation a couple of years ago and you’d become a pro at the catching and disposal of six legged fiends.
In just under ten minutes you’d arrived at the boys’ dorm, and you mentally reminded yourself to make sure they bought you lunch for going out of your way and doing this for them. They should consider themselves lucky today was your free day from university. When you reached their door, you raised your hand to the wood and knocked once. The single thump resounded through the hallway and you had to hold in a laugh - the knock was short and sharp, but the boys knew if they heard that knock it was you at the door, and vice versa.
“Come in, Y/N,” replied a muffled voice - you couldn’t quite recognise who it was because their voice was low and shaky.
You opened the door and stepped through, expecting to be bombarded by Jisung or even Chenle directing you towards the spider, but the apartment was silent. As you walked through the house, you poked your head into the kitchen and the living room, anticipating the boys, but they were both empty. Strange, considering they’d asked you to come here to help them.
“Hello?” You called out, pausing in the lounge. You were just starting to suspect you were the victim of a random practical joke. You wouldn’t be surprised if Donghyuck and Renjun were the masterminds behind the plan.
“Y/N, I’m in the bathroom,” came the quiet reply from down the hallway. Your eyes widened in surprise as you realised you weren’t actually alone in the apartment at all, and you finally recognised that the voice belonged to your youngest friend.
“Jisung, what’s going on?” You asked as you made your way to where you knew the bathroom was, almost tripping over your feet in your attempt to come to a halting stop.
Crouched in the bathroom doorway, with his back facing you and his gaze locked on a spot you couldn’t quite locate further in the bathroom, was Jisung. When he heard your voice, Jisung managed to turn his face halfway, always keeping an eye on the spot near the sink. You started to take a step towards your friend when you noticed a glint of light coming from the object clutched tightly in his hands, and your mouth fell open as your eyebrows furrowed when you realised what he was holding.
Shaking your head, you put your phone down and went to the kitchen to find a glass and a piece of paper. Stepping past Jisung carefully, you spotted the spider lurking near the mirror above the sink and, fast as lightning, placed the cup over the insect. You slowly slid the paper under the cup and, once the spider was securely in it’s prison with no points of escape, you dumped it in the toilet and flushed the poor thing away.
The sound of the toilet seemed to snap Jisung out of his trance, and he dropped the knife with a loud clatter to the floor. He let out a loud breath of air, and a few seconds later the colour seemed to return to his face. “God, Y/N, you’re a lifesaver.”
Chuckling at his relief, you reached down and hauled Jisung off the floor, flashing him a smile as he stretched his long limbs, stiff from sitting on the ground for so long. “I’m a lifesaver, sure, and I also got the boys to buy us lunch every day for the next week,” you winked.
“It’s what they deserve,” Jisung agreed, “that’s their punishment for leaving me, the most chicken out of all of them, alone with that devil insect.”
Jisung grimaced, as if reliving the traumatising experience of watching the spider, and you smiled to yourself. There really was never a dull day when NCT Dream were around.
pairing:bff!jisung x gn!reader |genre:fluff | word count: 374
“I’m cold, do you mind if I wear this?” You asked as you sat with your best friend, Jisung, along the river edge. You held up the sweater he had not long removed from himself, the brown knitted thing looking much lighter in the sunlight.
Jisung froze for a moment, unsure what to say. He’d imagined you, his best friend, wearing his clothes more times than he’d care to admit, and now that the time had come he didn’t know what to do.
“Jisung?” You questioned, wondering why your friend had stilled so suddenly. “I don’t have to if you don’t want me to, it’s just that it’s a bit chilly.”
“Oh, um, no. Go ahead,” he managed, unable to draw his eyes from you as you pulled the sweater over your head and adjusted it so it fit you better.
“Ugh, so warm!” You smiled, and Jisung took a sharp breath, butterflies flooding his stomach as he watched how happy — and natural — you looked in his clothing.
You pulled the collar of the sweater up to your face, your eyes widening as you looked over at Jisung. “Wow, it even smells like you!” You laughed.
Jisung’s heartbeat picked up steadily, the poor thing pounding hard against his ribcage. He felt the familiar sensation of a hot blush on his cheeks — something he found only happened when he was with you— and raised a hand to subtly try to hide his reddening face.
Luckily for him, you were too preoccupied with his sweater to notice. Sitting up on your knees, you turned your torso to show off the top to Jisung.
“What do you think? Does it suit me?”
Jisung, who had now decided to focus his gaze on a blade of grass in front of him, glanced over at you quickly, a small smile forming on his lips.
“You look—ahem, you look good,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly with nervousness.
“Ah, I’m glad!” You said, leaning back towards Jisung and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re the best."
In that moment, Jisung realised that the butterflies he felt in his stomach every time he was with you was something that probably didn’t happen between two people who were justfriends.
pairing:bf!chenle x gn!reader |genre:fluff |warnings:hair - i am aware not everybody’s hair bleaches so easily the first time, i’m sorry about that! | word count: 620
“So, I did a thing,” you commented as soon as your boyfriend closed the door to your apartment behind him.
“Hmm, now I’m worried,” Chenle replied, placing the snacks he’d bought at the convenience store on your kitchen bench. “Do I want to know what you’ve done?”
“Yes, and I actually need your help with it!” Chenle’s eyebrows raised as you raced to your room, returning a few seconds later with what looked like shampoo bottles in your hands.
“Uh oh,” Chenle stated as you dumped your haul onto the living room floor. “What have I just walked into, Y/N?"
"I want to dye my hair pink.”
Chenle stared at you for a moment and blinked slowly, giving himself a chance to take in this information before he replied. “And you want my help?”
“Yeah, I figured you’d know what to do.”
“Well you’re not wrong.” Chenle approached the bottles and picked them off the ground, examining each one briefly. “I think I can work with this.”
You let out a squeal and ran to your bathroom, Chenle chuckling at your excitement as he followed you. You found an old towel and wrapped it over your shoulders as Chenle opened the bottle of bleach and pulled on the plastic gloves. “Are you ready?”
When you nodded in response, Chenle squeezed the cool substance onto the top of your head and used his fingers to rub it into your scalp, your eyes closing as he essentially gave you a head massage. He’s a pro at this, you thought as Chenle ran his fingers down the length of your hair, making sure no spot was missed.
Once he was finished, Chenle wrapped your bleached hair in glad wrap and fetched the snacks he’d bought earlier. He joined you in sitting on the bathroom floor as you both watched a episode of your favourite show together, him occasionally feeding you snacks as he wrapped a hand around your waist.
Thirty minutes later, a timer on Chenle’s phone went off, and he unwrapped your hair before you jumped in the shower to wash out the bleach. He waited patiently for you to finish, smiling when you emerged with your hair dripping all over the floor.
“You’re a mess,” he laughed, wrapping the old towel around your head and manually drying it for you. He then fetched your hairdryer and sat you on the toilet and he ran his fingers through your hair, drying it.
“Can we put the pink dye in now?” You asked, a glimmer of hope in your eye.
“We usually have to wait at least a day,” Chenle started, but soon gave in to your pleading puppy-dog eyes. “Although our stylist always dyes our hair right after it’s been bleached, so it should be fine.”
Chenle went through the whole process again with the pink dye, and you managed to make it through another episode of your show before you jumped in the shower for the second time. This time, when you emerged with your hair sopping wet, a proud smile graced Chenle’s features.
“What?” You questioned as he pulled you out, starting to dry your hair with the blow dryer. Once all the water was out, Chenle spun you around to the mirror above the sink and your hand automatically rose to cover your gaping mouth.
“Oh my god, Chenle! This looks so amazing,” you cried as you turned your head to the side, examining your pastel pink strands of hair. “I didn’t realise you’d be so good at dyeing my hair.”
“Of course I would be,” he replied, grinning as if it was nothing. “Maybe now I should bring back my pink look and we can be matching!”
♡dear y/n, i’m writing you this letter in the hopes that it gets to you well. our relationship has been tumultuous, that’s for sure, and i thought it was high time i wrote you a letter detailing all the times you said “i love you” that are important to me.
genre:chenle x reader, angst, fluff, supernatural!chenle, vampire!chenle
warnings:violence, blood/gore, death (of animals), guns, general vampirism
The first time you said “I love you”, I thought I was going to have to kill you.
That night we first met, I was not in a good state. My family had recently been forced to move from the commune we had called home for twenty years by your kind, and we were essentially on the run in search of a new, friendlier place to stay. Because we were vampires, my family could only travel efficiently during the night and so we were tired and very, very hungry. My mother, older brother, and I had managed to find a dingy little abandoned warehouse to stay in and we’d been taking turns to go out and feed on the wildlife near our new home. When I met you, I was scouring the forest for something to eat. A deer, a rabbit, a fox - I would eat literally anything at this point. Shit, even a frog would have been enough to sustain me until my family joined the vampire commune rumoured to be near your city.
Running almost blindly through the forest due to the large trees blocking out any moonlight, I had picked up the scent of what I assumed to be a wild deer and was doing my best to catch up to it while working on extremely low levels of energy. As a half-vampire, my senses were not as strong as a pure vampire even when they were functioning at normal capacity, let alone when I had been starving for days. I’d never ever been this hungry before in my whole life - I could feel my vision clouding and the bloodlust taking over my mind, pure adrenaline and craving coursing through my veins.
After a few moments the deer was within my sights and a couple of seconds later I was close enough to pounce on top of it and send us both rolling through the damp forest floor. The poor creature had no idea what was happening - one second it was standing peacefully alone and the next it was being chased by an inhuman creature, unaware of what its fate would be. Trust me, I did feel guilty killing the poor thing, as I’d only ever fed off of willing mortals at the old commune. But as my fangs sunk into the deer’s neck and its hot blood flowed into my mouth, down my throat, and to every fibre of my being, remorse was the last thing I was feeling.
