includes :: [ nine screenshots ] boyfriend!mark x reader ( typically gender neutral ). mark from the dreamies pov ! i love mark lee. nickname: angel. i always feel like i butcher him in fics tbh . . . i always feel like i butcher ALL of them sfhds smh. i like to think i’m funny. i also like to think u and mark have the most meaningless conversations ever <3 all mistakes are unintentional !
authors note, kind of a req lol ! anyway i hope you enjoy lovelies 💛 it’s . . it’s kinda bad though so.
1. How and when did you first get into making music?
I first started getting into the whole cloud rap scene around the end of 2014, (my freshman year). I used to have this friend and we'd go skate and one day he played a few "bones" tracks and I was instantly hooked, I loved the different flow, the weirdness they threw in cloud rap, like yung lean did, I never really wanted to do music until I heard this genre, I produced a few beats, recorded a few songs (still till this day nobody has heard) but never took it serious until stumbling upon Oliver Francis, I have to say he is my hugest inspiration, after hearing his track wwaavvyy (which was at 5k at the time) I was motivated, I always loved music my entire life and decided to start releasing my own music, I started off with no effects over free beats and then bought a few and leaned over to my autotunish style I have now, which has people hooked.
2. Where did you grow up and how would you describe your upbringing?
To be completely real, I came from absolutely nothing, I'm not some bogus rapper who throws that out there to get clout, im serious, growing up was hell for me unfortunately , my parents split at a young age and I was moving from house to house, we never had any nice things, i ended up moving in with my grandma when I was 10, when I lived there I had to work for my things like my clothes since we didn't have much money, I bought my first mic in 2016 which was a blue $10 mic using my school MacBook with garbageband to produce my music and mix it, (before my autotune style) eventually I got FL studio and started messing around with that and bought a feature from HKfiftyone for the track "worries" which was a huge take off for me.
3. Where do you see yourself in 10 years and why?
Honestly, I didn't really care to go far in music it was a hobby for me, something I loved doing , the feeling of yourself creating your own sound like every second of it and it sound so good to yourself is truly a great feeling, it makes you feel truly good about yourself that you made something so good, plus I love music. Music is truly my passion.
4. Anything else you’d like to add?
I'd just like to say if you hear anything about me just know it simply isn't true, you can't always let people put you down sometimes you have to show people you're not afraid to say fuck you and I'm gonna be happy in this life I have once, just be you, don't worry about doing shows if your doing music or who's popping the most just love yourself because I promise you that nobody on this entire planet is like you, if you got a dream, go get it, period, I love all of my fans, I check all of my dms every single day and respond to as much people as I can but I have to say it is hard with 99+ DM's but I will never change up on the fans, I will always love them.
Follow 6obby on Soundcloud @ https://soundcloud.com/6obbyy
includes :: [ fourteen screenshots ] boyfriend!jisung x reader ( typically gender neutral ). pictures of ji that the dreamies would send you ! for some reason i had a really hard time with this one so if it’s horrible that’s why . ji is a cutie patootie please forgive him he doesn’t have much space in that head of his. i like to think im soooo funny. pictures from pinterest ! all mistakes are unintentional.
authors note, someone requested ji’s to be next so here you go <3
includes :: [ nine screenshots ] boyfriend!jeno x reader ( s/her pronouns used once ). just boyfriend jeno texts. fluff, suggestive question mark ? nicknames: baby, love. probably ooc jeno question mark part two. reader is thirsty and so am i. all mistakes are unintentional.
authors note, hi lovelies. jst needed something to write haha anyway it’s my first smau !!! so ! let me know if you enjoy it, and . i’m sorry if im doing it wrong hhh but happy reading ! and happy both sides release !!!!!
”never again,” jeno mumbled, flopping onto the couch next to you, his head conking against your shoulder.
“what is it this time?” you rolled your eyes at your roommate — best friend — the title depended on how much he annoyed you that day.
“women,” jeno responded. “girls suck,” he groaned.
“thanks.” the urge to roll your eyes again was strong.
jeno groaned for the third time, arms shifting so they wrapped around your torso. you patted his head mockingly. “you poor thing.”
“how do you even do it?”
“do what?”
“girls?”
“how do you do girls?”
his head darted up from where he had shoved it onto your shoulder. “no —“ his cheeks reddened slightly. “you know what i mean,” he defended himself, eyes narrowing when he caught your smile.
“acting like a pitiful puppy is a good start,” you responded, looking at him. “women do love pathetic men.”
that earned a small shove as jeno let go of you fully, sending you a small glare. you let out a small sigh, before shifting, settling yourself in jeno’s lap, thighs framing his as you watched his expression distort.
you didn’t bother watching it fully.
“it depends on the girl,” you hummed, reaching out and placing jeno’s hands on your waist. “but they always want to be close.” you paused, meeting his gaze for a second, eyebrows raising expectantly until he got the message and pulled you closer.
you made sure ( tried ) to stay a respectful distance apart . . . with how close you were already.
he shifted under you. his grip tightened slightly. “good,” you hummed. “they want to feel you — we’re not delicate.” your hands came up to steady yourself on his shoulders.
jeno’s breath panned over your lips, pulling you an inch closer, his hand trailing up to thread through your hair. “also good,” you somehow managed to speak, forcing yourself to not focus on the physical aspect of it — just the teaching part. “they —“
“stop saying that,” jeno whispered. you paused, offering a questioning look at his cutoff. “they,” he hummed. “you’re the one in my lap,” he tapped a finger against your waist.
his gaze flicked to your throat when you swallowed, and he pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. you were suddenly acutely aware of how every inch of your body was pressed against his.
you felt the urge to curse every open gym.
“pretty thing . . .” whispered, fingers pressing into your skin, only separated by the thin fabric of your shirt.
all the sarcastic retorts died on your tongue. you could tell he noticed by the way a smile twitched at the edge of his lips. “i think i might understand now,” jeno hummed, voice low, smooth.
you swallowed again, hands fidgeting against his shoulders. he definitely noticed.
“like this?” his hand coiled in your hair, tugging you closer, his lips brushing yours. the way you froze up was a visible sign, and a smile spread over jeno’s lips. “i’m guessing yes,” he whispered, closing the distance and pressing his lips to yours.
“what’s next?” he spoke, barely parting to speak, dark pupils meeting your dazed gaze. “show me?” jeno requested, hand trailing back down to your waist, dragging down, making sure you felt every press of his fingers.
includes :: [ 0.9k ] nct dream x reader ( mostly gender neutral ). bsf!jaem, fake dating!jeno, bsf!lele, study partner!ji, bsf!hyuck, bsf!junnie ( in the simplest explanations possible ). their oh, oh, moment <3. fluff fest ! tooth rotting fluff. dreamies pausing bc like whoa ur really pretty and cute actually haha what does that mean. kind of college / school au on a few or . you can assume i think. ‘wait fuck’ is ‘oh’ in haechan’s world. tw kind of repetitive. all mistakes are unintentional.
authors note, too late to be happy birthday jeno fic but . this was originally for his birthday lmao ❤️ jeno’s is special bc it was his special day :3 so sorry that some are shorter than others i just wanted to get this out already shds </3
oh.
that was the first thought in jaemin’s mind. because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. spinning in front of the mirror with a new outfit he had offered to buy for you.
you were looking at it from every possible angle, eyes focused and scrutinizing, surely taking in every way it looked wrong.
he’s surrounded by bags from other shops that he had already bought for you and he couldn’t help it, watching your face light up when you found something you liked, picking out outfits he knew would look good on you, and every one you hated he stopped himself from going insane because you looked good in everything.
“that one’s pretty, baby,” he spoke, stepping closer, hands finding your waist, pulling you back to him. “you want this one?” he hummed, leaning his head down, chin almost resting on your shoulder.
you met his gaze in the mirror.
and jaemin paused, grip tightening a fraction.
oh.
renjun’s eyes opened slowly, meeting your gaze, his eyes softly admiring the way yours looked when you were embarrassed.
he knew he would’ve regretted playing spin the bottle. he knew the game was stupid. he knew he would’ve regretted actually leaning in and pressing his lips briefly against yours instead of just passing like he usually does. and now that he was looking at you he couldn’t look away; not with the way pink flushed your cheeks, the way your lips pressed together nervously. and —
oh.
even when he was pulled back into a sitting position, when he sat back and the game moved on, he couldn’t look away from you, despite the way you were ever so obviously avoiding looking at him.
and the feeling of your lips still lingered against his. and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
oh.
jeno should’ve known this was a bad idea. in an act of desperation he had asked you, and you had agreed, and fuck if he didn’t regret it. because now his cheeks stained red whenever you were around, his hands fidgeted at his side when he was debating whether to take your hand in his or not.
the type of nervousness that came if it was a real relationship — which it wasn’t. no matter how much he stayed up thinking about it, thinking about you. you plagued his thoughts like you were a test he had to take tomorrow that he hadn’t studied for.
in specific because he actually did have a test he hadn’t studied for.
that thought hit him in the middle of the night. and he immediately hopped out of bed to start studying, only realizing that the night had passed when a ‘good morning’ text came from you ( even those had his heart skip a beat ). but then a second text came.
‘figured you were up all night cramming. i come bearing coffee and food let me in.’
oh.
was his first thought when he went to the door and you were actually there, pushing a cup of coffee in his hands.
oh. was his second, when he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.
“yeah, you’re welcome,” chenle mumbled mindlessly, sliding a bowl over to you across the counter, pausing to watch you start eating, relishing in the food he had ever so graciously made for you. he still held his own bowl in his hand, lightly setting it down with a small clink.
it had become instinct, to shove a bowl of food in your face so you would eat something. to have something prepared when you came over. to take care of you.
to offer his hoodie when you got cold even though he hated the cold too. and it was always on a night where he had decided to wear a tank top.
you looked up curiously, meeting his gaze. and he froze, his eyes widening slightly, before plopping himself down in the chair across from you, looking down at his bowl to avoid your eyes because your own were so —
oh.
oh.
the warm light didn’t help jisung’s gaze from staring at you. the lighting from the small lamp, papers scattered in front of both of you. he did this too often; his gaze traveling your features, admiring the way your hair framed your face, the way your eyes flicked across the papers diligently.
his weren’t; too distracted by you. jisung also seemed to get caught too often as well, your eyes glancing up to his like you knew he was watching. the moment he did, he knew he shouldn’t have. averted his gaze, that is.
he felt the heat creep up his face under your stare, and his hand was shaking just enough to be noticeable and ruin his handwriting.
jisung steeled himself, before cautiously looking up to you again — only to be met directly with your gaze, and he immediately got lost in a maze of your eyes and his heart pounding in his ears.
oh.
well, shit.
haechan couldn’t help the expression on his face from twisting, “them?? really??” he mostly exclaimed, getting a quick shushing sound from you as you ducked your head slightly when everyone looked over. he quieted slightly. “they’re ugly,” he stage whispered, glancing at the person you had pointed out.
and his first instinct was to discourage you. the thought of you getting with someone was weird. weird enough that he couldn’t imagine you unless it was by his side.
wait fuck.
his eyes traced the pout that had formed on your lips, before he realized he was focused on your lips. “really ugly,” he decided, the words leaving before he could even think of them, fueled by the urge to keep you by his side.
