#superm drabble

[blu-joons]

Get Upstairs ~ Byun Baekhyun

“Well, hello,” you chuckled as you walked into the living room, eyes spotting Baekhyun instantly laid out on the floor, trying to catch his breath after finishing his work out.

His hands instantly fell over his chest to cover his bare body, sitting himself up as he tried to mask how hard he was working to try and get his breathing back to normal.

You walked in slowly, unable to take your eyes off of him and how incredible he looked, perching on the end of the sofa beside him, leaning down to greet him with a kiss as he pouted up at you.

“Don’t stop on my account,” you teased, happy to sit back and admire the view, “pretend that I’m not even here.”

Baekhyun’s head shook, turning his body around so that he was sat facing you, resting his hands against your knees, “it’s a shame you’ve shown up now, I’ve just finished my workout.”

Your hands reached forward to run through his messy hair, feeling the beads of sweat that dripped down his forehead. You tugged gently at the knots, hearing him yelp from the tension that it caused, smirking across at you.

“I reckon your workout isn’t done quite just yet,” you whispered, switching your eyes across to look at the staircase on the other side of the room.

It didn’t take long for Baekhyun to pick up on what you were hinting at, unable to hide the smirk, and the bright red glow, that appeared on his face.

“I guess I could squeeze in a little more of a workout,” he shrugged, pushing himself up onto his feet with his lips firmly attached to yours.

His arms snaked around your waist and pulled you up from the sofa, not allowing any distance to be created between the two of you. Your hands continued to scruff the locks of his hair as Baekhyun carefully guided you in the direction of the stairs.

“Get up them stairs,” he hummed, breaking your kiss only for a few moments before attaching his lips back to yours, “no one can give me a workout quite like you can.”

Your head nodded as his strong arms picked you up off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist as Baekhyun carried you up the stairs with ease. The sole of his foot kicked your bedroom door open once he reached the top, carrying you across to the bed before dropping you.

As soon as you fell, his body leant above yours, propping himself with his arms either side of you, “are you sure you’ve got the energy for another workout?” You teased, moving your hands down to cup either side of his face.

His head nodded, “of course, I can’t believe you’d ever doubt me.”

“Well, you’re getting old now,” you continued to push, watching as the colour in his eyes shifted to a darker, passionate, shade.”

“I can still show you a good time,” he assured you, “you just wait and see.”

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Masterlist

[whosjunglejim4322]

"You can't be mad at me forever, you know?"

Your attemps at begging for forgiveness are near petulant, due to the fact that Yukhei has been sulking for over forty five minutes. His long arms are still crossed over his chest as he blankly, and sullenly, stares at the laptop screen, broad lips pulled down at the corners.

"M'not mad." He grumbles through his pout and the sound would be barely audible, if it weren't for the fact that you've plopped yourself down next to him on the far right corner of the couch, poking at the naked bronze skin of his thighs that aren't covered by his silky basketball shorts.

It's a shame, really, how even when he's annoyed all you can manage to feel is pure elation welling in your belly and forcing a prideful smile to stretch across your face at the fact that this big, vexed boy is yours - and still very much so upset about you eating his last cup of noodles despite the fact that he insists he's not.

"I'll go first thing in the morning and get you some more, kay?" You know he's hyper aware of the fact that you're facing his profile, eyes glued onto the planes of his high cheekbones, the unforgiving ridge of his taut jaw. However, when your palm smooths over the bulb of his knee, he can't bring himself to jerk it away.

"Okay, yeah." It's not a mumble this time, and as much as he wants to feign irritability, his grumpiness is begins to wear extremely thin when you wrap your hands around the thick of his bicep, planting your cheek against his shoulder that's padded by the grey hoodie he's wearing.

"I was hungry," you explain for the sixth time, scooting forward in an attempt to further your closeness while your nose tickles the side of his throat. "I'll make it up to you I promiseeeee."

You tilt your chin, enough to where your mouth will reach his skin and you place a delicate kiss against the curve of his jaw, the skin soft and sensitive, there. You feel the contraction of his muscles against you as his body goes stiff, before relaxing, even more than before.

"I know what you're doing," His voice is gruff but you know it's because he's getting worked up, that's his spot and you're really not playing fair right now but he feels his belly tighten in a familiar way, and now it's a fight to keep up his angry facade.

And of course, to make matters worse, you place another kiss closer to his ear, right underneath with the pad of your tongue following after and now he's trying to steady his breathing while your hands wander past his navel and underneath the hem of his sweatshirt; fingers eager to feel the warmth of the silky skin that covers the taut area.

"C'mon, I forgive you okay just- I forgive you." He groans suddenly, throwing his head back in defeat, spreading his thighs almost instinctively. You're practically beaming.

"You forgave me a long time ago," you muse, the fingers of your free hand reaching up to gently grasp the haphazard, messy raven strands of his hair. "just needed to work you up a lil first, baby."

Suddenly, he's not so upset anymore.

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Snowboy | NCT Drabble { Mark Lee }

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♡ pairings ; boyfriend! Mark x gender neutral reader

♡ genre ; holiday cheer, fluffy fluff 

♡ word count ; 0.5k

║ A/N : Okay, so I’ve been pretty stressed out lately with all my final assignments, so I’ve been a little behind on my posts. But regardless, I hope you enjoy them. 

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“Baby, come here.” Mark beckoned to you. 

You walked towards you boyfriend who was knelt down in the snow. You watched as he formed a tight ball of snow in his hands. 

“Oh no, I’m not having a snowball fight right now.” You joked, “You have way better aim than me.”

Mark chuckled as he placed the snowball back on the ground. The snowball gradually grew bigger, collecting more snow as he rolled it around. 

“No baby, I wanna make a snowman!” 

Mark loved playing in the snow. It reminded him of his days back in Canada as kid when he would play with his older brother during winter break. Though, he can’t spend every winter with his family, he tries his best to make happy memories in the snow with you.  No matter what activity it was, he loved being out in the snow with you.

“Okay fine, we’ll make a snowman.” You agreed, shaking your head slightly at his childish nature. 

You crouched down in the snow next to him and helped him pack snow onto his ever-growing snowball. The wet snow was cold as you picked up a clump of snow and formed it tightly in your hands. You really should have brought gloves out with you, but regardless, you pushed through. The smile on your boyfriend’s face was enough to ease the freezing pain.

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“Okay, now that the body is done, we just need to decorate him.” Mark said, removing his scarf and wrapped it around the neck of the snow pal.

You looked around you, scanning the area for potential items to decorate your icy friend with. You walked over to a nearby tree to search for a couple fallen sticks to use as arms, while Mark walked to the sidewalk in search of pebbles to make facial features with.

After collecting your items, the both of you walked back over to your snowy friend and applied them. You stuck the two small branches into the sides of the body and Mark arranged the small stones he found to make a sweet face.

“Aww, he looks adorable! Now all he needs is a hat.” You removed your fuzzy grey hat and placed it on the snowman’s head.

You and Mark took a step back and admired your work.

“What should we name him?” Mark asked.

You thought about it for a second, but the obvious answer was staring you straight in the face.

“How about ... ‘Snowboy’?” You suggested. 

“I love it.” Mark said with a smile as he took ahold of your hand and pulled you closer.

“Y/N, your hands is freezing!” His eyes were concerned, and his mouth formed a frown. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright,” You reassured. “but I am a little cold.”

As if it couldn’t have been better timing, a harsh gust of wind blew in your direction. And without your hat, the wind felt sharper. You shivered at the sudden frosty feeling.

“Let’s go inside then.” Mark said, brushing the windblown hair out from your eyes. “We’ll warm up with some hot cocoa, hm?”

“That sounds wonderful.” You said, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, causing him to rub his cheek.

“Ahh, your lips are cold too!” He laughed.

[inspired-by-the-music]

For You: 4 O’Clock

Taglist: @jineunwootrash​

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Note: sorry, shinee loving anon! I kinda cheated and based your Tatemae - Taemin request on 4 O’Clock! that wasn’t the intention when I started the drabble, but it kinda just went in that direction. Will I ever write about Taemin outside of this universe? stay tuned to find out lol 

based on this list of prompts. please feel free to send a request!

tatemae // 建前 (japanese, n.) - what a person pretends to believe; the behavior and opinions one must display to satisfy society’s demandsv.

Soulmates are not real; they are only figments of dreams, and the problem with dreams come true is that you always wake up or the dream becomes a nightmare. 

Love is never pure; and if it ever is, it's only pure for a second or two before devolving into a selfish craving— a desire to own and strip and steal and devour. 

Nothing lasts forever; connections with others— especially the heart-fluttering kind, the hand-holding kind, the lip-locking kind, the living by the light of the moon kind— are only temporary. 

Taemin never wants to believe that. He never would have considered any of those statements had they not been drawn by the hand he holds in dreams. Although he knows that she is wiser and more articulate than he could ever be, he can't quite resign himself to her beliefs, probably because he knows they were formed in the darkness of fear or under public scrutiny. 

"You're wrong," he wants to tell her every time he sees her, especially when they find each other in the rose garden under the moon's careful watch. "Soulmates are real, and you are mine. Love is pure when it is true, and I truly love you. Some things last forever— like my love for you, like my willingness to find you, like my willingness to wait for you." 

And he does tell her all of this and more over time. He does not tell her all at once, mostly because he struggles to find his voice on that night in the garden. By her tears, his tongue is tied, and his heart is topped, and his breath is stolen, and all he knows—

All he knows is that he cannot restrain himself for another moment. 

Taemin pulls her close and holds her head against his chest, where she can feel the steady beat of his heart that beats for her. He waits patiently until the sobs finish racking through her body. 

And as terrible as this is— watching her release every pain through tears— he knows that this moment marks a necessary chapter in their story. This moment turns a page. As terrible as this is, it isn't nearly as painful as the moment she lifts her head and slinks to her side of the bench. 

There it is again: the distance between what could be, what should be, what is destined to be, and what is. There it is again: the quietly screaming fear that maybe, this time, life will not abide by the book she wrote. There it is again: the desperate urge to beg in a whisper the wind would probably carry far away, "Come back. Lean on me. Let's rush the hands of time. Let's close our eyes and wake up in the part of our story where we have surrendered to who we were born to be to each other instead of who strangers see when they see our picture. Please." 

Of course, Taemin says no such thing. The urgency of his pleas pales to his calling to remind her of who she is— one of the brightest people in the world— in case nobody else has ever held up a mirror for her. 

It is never hard to say what she needs to hear, what she deserves to hear. If ever he feels heavy with the weight of all he cannot yet say, he reminds himself that the burden is not his alone. One day, she will wake up and feel it too— the weight of all that could have and should have been sooner, if she could just let go of those beliefs formed in the darkness of fear. 

And his role, Taemin believes, is to make the weight manageable by releasing them through his words, one by one: his beliefs formed in the light of their days spent together in the pages of her book. 

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Fireworks || LTM

Taemin x Reader

Word Count;; Drabble

Genre;; Fluff

Summary;; It’s a cold night to watch the fireworks on. Thankfully you have Taemin to warm you. 

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Notes;; Written for one of my lovely mutuals, @gustingirl​! Based off the prompt generator tag game. 

   "Do you hate me or something?" You murmured into his side.

    The wind blew through his hair, ruffling the silky strands. Dusk was settling in around you. There was a soothing ambiance to it, so much so that you felt yourself slipping toward sleep. Your head fell forward, heavy and clouded, as you waited for the show to begin. 

   "Really?" Taemin chuckled.

   "What else am I meant to think?"

   Your yawn was muffled against his coat. You felt his body shift against you, warmth lost from one contact point only to be gained elsewhere. There was a commotion further down the hill. People calling out to their friends, telling them the show would start soon. It was just enough to shake the fog from your mind. Sitting up a bit straighter, your hand slips into his coat pocket, relishing in the reprieve from the winter chill.

   "I told you to bring a jacket, it's not my fault you didn't listen to me."

   While he had indeed told you this and you had indeed forgotten to heed his warning, it didn't make you any less cold in the moment. It might be your own fault that you were freezing right now, but you hoped he would offer up his own warmth.

   With a pout, you tugged on his coat. He gave you a side glance before pointing somewhere down near the bottom of the hill. You didn't bother to look, instead inching closer to him until your head rested on his shoulder. He sighed, content, and rested his head against your own.

   "'Do you hate me or something?'" He mocked, his breath warm against your hair.

   The attack came out of nowhere, but you weren't surprised. With an indignant huff, you whined, "Hey!"

   You didn't need to see him to know he was smirking, which only earned him another whine. He shuffled away from you, leaving the chilly air to nip at you from all fronts. A shiver shot down your body. Before you could complain, your back met his chest and heat blossomed outward from his touch. His legs encaged you, his thighs pressing against your own. Opening his coat, he wrapped it around the two of you.

   Fireworks flew into the sky and exploded, colour filling the open darkness that once occupied your vision. The loud squeals of both the fireworks and children alike burst through the night air, transforming the serene atmosphere to one of excitement and mirth. Your resting place on the grassy hill lit up, bright sparks illuminating your face. Taemin's focus was far from the display, resting solely on you as your lips parted in awe.

   "I've fallen quite in love with you, actually."

   His words were lost to the wind, the thundering of the fireworks drowning him out, yet you didn't need to hear the words spoken aloud to understand the sentiment behind them.

[peachy-jjh]

Hi :3 Can you write 113 for Taeyong? Good luck with your account ♡♡

taeyong / wc. 778 / fluff

“Where did all these puppies come from?”

   The sunlight streaming in through the cracks in the blinds landed straight on your face, causing you to scrunch your eyes slightly before finally opening them. You closed them again, slightly moving away from the rays of sun. In doing so, you instinctively reached out to your boyfriend Taeyong’s side of the bed. Still half asleep, it took you a couple seconds to realize he wasn’t in bed with you. You slowly opened your eyes and looked around the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and you internally sighed in relief. You thought back to your boyfriend’s words from last night: I have a big birthday surprise for you tomorrow. You were slightly alarmed and didn’t know what to expect. You decided to stay in bed a little longer, figuring that he had gotten out of bed early to work on said surprise and would therefore come get you when he was ready. Just as you felt yourself slipping back into unconsciousness, you heard the door creak open. Assuming it was Taeyong, you didn’t open your eyes, ready to feel the bed dip beside you. After a minute of silence, you opened your eyes and sat up slightly. The door was wide open but there was nobody in the room. You quietly laughed nervously before calling out.

    “Yong?” There was no answer. “Taeyong, this isn’t funny.” There was still no answer and you began to panic. As you were about to sit up, a furry creature jumped onto the foot of the bed, scaring you so badly you almost exclaimed. As it ran towards you, you realized it was a white puppy. You began to laugh as it licked your face, nuzzling it’s face onto your chest. You cooed at it, rubbing it’s tummy. “Hi, precious. Where did you come from?” you asked, thinking back to Taeyong’s words and it all made sense. You hugged the puppy into your arms, and stood up, putting your slippers on before leaving your room to look for your missing boyfriend. As you walked towards the living room where you heard noises, your smile grew. However, as soon as you stepped into the living room your smile dropped slightly. It took a moment for you to take in the sight before you: Taeyong was lying in the middle of the living room with at least six other puppies surrounding him, seemingly attacking him. He was giggling as they licked his face and arms. Your mouth dropped slightly and you cleared your throat. At the sound, he stopped and looked at you, completely ignoring the dogs surrounding him.

    “Happy birthday baby,” he meekly said, a small and nervous smile on his lips. You slowly put the puppy you were holding down and it ran over to the others and began playing. 

    “Taeyong?” He hummed slightly. “Where did all these puppies come from?” He slowly stood up and shyly looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. 

    “You see,” he started. “Two days ago I called the adoption center in town and asked if I could adopt a puppy to be picked up this morning. I guess the phone wasn’t working well or they couldn’t hear me so I had to repeat myself several times.” You nodded and hummed in understanding, absentmindedly sitting on the ground to play with the puppies as he continued. “And I got kind of annoyed so I said, ‘Yes, a puppy. Do I have to repeat myself seven times?’ And I guess they understood that I wanted seven puppies. So when I got to the adoption center this morning, I panicked and signed the documents.” You looked at all the puppies surrounding you in shock before looking up at him again. “So happy birthday baby. Surprise!” he said weakly, raising his arms in a sort of shrug. You began to laugh, not being able to hold back. Just thinking about the sheer ridiculousness of the situation made you laugh. His face dropped when you began to laugh and you hurried to reassure him.

    “Babe, I’m not laughing at you, I promise. Just the idea of us now owning seven puppies because of you is rather funny, I’m sorry.” At this, you stood up and went towards him, putting your arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him. “Thank you for the birthday gift, I love it.” He smiled at your words and let out a relieved sigh.

    “So, you’re not mad?” he asked, almost afraid of your answer. You shook your head and kissed him again. “I love you,” he whispered into the kiss.

    “I love you too. But you’re the one that’s gonna walk them.”

a/n Thanks for the request and the good luck wishes nonny! I hope you like it and please don’t hesitate to request again! As always, feedback is appreciated 🧡

[cloudycrystalkpop]

Baekhyun with 7 please?

spell book

the chain’s rattled as you tried to move them enough to help relieve the cramping in your shoulders. your wrists are chaffed and red from the old cuffs but you barely remembered the pain anymore.

how long had you been in the belly of this ship? was it day or night? had you perhaps sailed so far you would fall off the world? maybe you already had and now you would be here, in this hull, alone forever.

you couldn’t remember how long it had been since you saw another person. maybe it had been a couple days, maybe it had been a few years. time wasn’t relevant to you any longer.

eyes drooping, you tried to blink away the sleepiness. perhaps this time, you wouldn’t wake and you could finally have your peace.

vaguely, you heard the sound of boots clicking on the ladder into the dark depths of the ship. unable to muster the strength to lift your head, you listened instead as the sound of footsteps rested just before the door to your cell.

the sounds of keys jingling and a lock clicking signaled to you that the person had entered your space.

“oh, my dove,” the voice cracked as he spoke. your eyes furrowed, the man sounded familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. like a voice from a character from a childhood dream.

“what have they done to you?” you would have flintched away from his touch if you’d had the strength. but you simply hung there limply as he cupped your cheek.

“dove, look at me won’t you?” he cooed softly, begging you with his tearful voice. you took a shaking breath and lifted your eyes to look the man in the eye.

he was handsome, looking up at you from where you’d been strung up on the wall. his eyes glittered with tears, but on his lips was a smile. this man was happy to see you. this man you didn’t know.

“dove? it’s me,” he called to you, reaching up to move a bit of your hair. you flintched away from his touch, and a look of pain flashed in his eyes.

“dove, you don’t... you don’t remember me...”

[94th-wang]

"Shh, it's okay lil pup. Come on here," he spoke as he patted his hand on his leg as a signal for you to take your seat. A whine escaped your throat as you climbed onto his lap, immediately leaning against his chest and hiding your face into his chest. "Open your mouth baby, it will make you feel better." Lucas's hand cupped your cheek, thumb gently stroking your jaw as two of his long slender fingers slipped past your lips. "That's better?" His voice soft his other hand rubbed soothing circles on your back making you visibly relax as you hummed around his fingers, slightly nodding as a yes. "I just have to finish this okay baby? Will be free to cuddle as long as you want after that." A kiss placed on your head to seal the promise.