#nct dream agere

[swee7dream]

hi! Just wanted know if I could request cg chenle or jisung taking care of y/n when she regresses in public because of sensory overload? I love your page so cute and helpful! 🥰

whatever you want cg!zhong chenle x f!reader

summary: he just wanted to welcome u back home from ur trip :(

genre & warnings: established relationship, angst, comfort, sensory overload, public regression, non-sexual use of 'daddy'

dni if: sexualize age regression

“Baby, you’ve gotta eat. You didn’t eat anything on the plane or before your flight.”

“Said I’m not hungry.”

“Can you have at least one more bite of rice? Just one.”

Chenle’s nagging whispers tickle the shell of your ear, making you pull away. He doesn’t remove his hand from your waist, nor his eyes off your curled-up figure.

Your friends around the table are too engaged in their conversations to see how you’ve been uncomfortable from the second you walked into the restaurant.

It’s as packed as most barbeque spots would be on Friday nights, with customers shouting for staff help over all the music and talking, and waiters yelling back in that tone that just wrings your brain like a soaked towel. Chairs and stools screech with each move they make on the concrete floor and it makes you wince.

You’re hunched in your seat, covering your mouth with one hand while the other holds one of your elbows pushing against your hips. Your nails dig into your clothes when you feel a sizzling pop of grease too close for comfort, bouncing your feet on your stool’s footrest.

It’s only now that Chenle realizes his plan is flawed. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to invite your friends to go out to eat together the same day you came back from a week-long visit to your parents. Sure, he missed you and to him, there was no better time than one where all his favorite people are there but—

“Don’t wanna…” You groan quietly, bringing your glass of water to your lips just to have something to block Chenle from force-feeding you in public.

It’s not the best time for you.

“Fine. You don’t wanna. I get it.” He whispers, bringing up the hand on your waist to hold your head when he kisses your hair.

Chenle pulls out his phone and unlocks it to check his messages. No new ones, but nobody but you can tell. He clicks his tongue loudly, successfully earning the attention of Mark next to him.

Large, concerned eyes wordlessly ask Chenle if he’s okay to which he nods and seamlessly gives an excuse to let the two of you go home first without ruining the good mood the rest of the group has.

As much as you want to just run out of the restaurant, your boyfriend gives you a familiar, near-mindreading look that you know is telling you to at least wave goodbye. So you do, just as he zips up your bubble coat up up up to your nose and throws the hood on after.

You groan about not being able to see but not sure if Chenle heard it, your hand already in his as he leads you out of the cramped establishment with your purse over your shoulder.

You know it’s annoying, you know it’s wrong, but you just can’t help but complain.

“It’s cold! And loud! And there’s so many people!” Your warm tears are quickly dried out by the winter chill, sparkling under the light like the snow you see collected on a tree nearby.

“I know, baby.” Chenle sniffles, his nose turning pink in the cold. His free hand tinkers with his phone, looking for a nearby taxi.

“I hate restaurants!” You stomp your foot.

“No, you don’t.”

His blunt words leave you quiet, bringing your tantrum to a sudden stop. It’s almost annoying how he doesn’t let your mind wander too far away from reality. Your arms wrap around one of Chenle’s, the embarrassment of your loud outburst catching up to you.

“I don’t…” You admit into his coat’s sleeve. “Didn’t mean it. Sorry.”

“I know you didn’t mean it. My baby girl’s just feeling lots of big feelings right now. I can understand that.” He scratches your head, locking his phone and dropping it into his pocket.

“Like restaurants...” You murmur. “Just not that one.”

“Okay, not that one.” His hand slides down to your jaw, giving you a gentle smile. “Do you want me to get you your headphones?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

The pink headphones Chenle had bought you for your first anniversary are out of your purse and his hands, but he’s not willing to give them up just yet.

“Want it…?”

“Want it please, Daddy.” You bite your lip. In the next second, you feel the plush pillows on your ears muffling the sound of the street. “Sorry…”

“No apology needed, doll. Just wanted to check in and see where you're at.”

You can hear Chenle mutter to himself as time passes on with no available ride in sight, only taxis with LED displays reading ‘unavailable’ mocking the two of you as you stand in the cold.

“How about a walk?”

“…”

“I’ll buy you hot chocolate.”

“…with whipped cream?”

“And marshmallows and chocolate syrup.”

Chenle admits that it was a risk going to that cafe, its little red canopy luring you in. Neither of you had ever gone there before and trying new things usually was reserved for special occasions where in general it had been a good day that has given a lot of energy, not a bad one like today where the seeking for new experiences is at an all-time low. There was just something pushing him to go in, a sort of inexplicable force.

From the outside, you could already tell it was small. The little hole in the wall used small chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to successfully bend the rule of ‘not using the big light’.

Like in shows, a bell rings overhead as you two open the door, taking in the smell of freshly ground beans and baked pastries. It’s like a slice of heaven on earth.

There are no other customers, empty booth seats lined up against the wall opposite of where the display case and coffee machines are. Thin glass vases hold up lonely flowers, lightening up the dark oak round tables. You’re busy inspecting the seemingly real vines that hang high on the walls when you feel a gentle nudge to your side.

“For here or to go?” Chenle repeats to you.

“Here.”

You unhook your arm with his to look around further, seeing how the seemingly hand-crafted wood shelves run all around the store, hardcover and paperback books of every genre resting atop them. Your fingers run along the spines, most of the letters all blending into nonsensical scribbles. You don’t mind though, you just like seeing the way the gold lettering on the thick spine of this one dark green book.

“’Peter Pan & Other Classics’…”

Chenle’s sudden voice behind you makes you jump.

“Wanna stay a bit and read?”

“Can we?” Your eyes sparkle.

“It’s Friday night. We can do all your little heart aspires to.” He taps the tip of your nose with his finger. "Absolutely anything you want, doll."

a/n: hey..... how y'all doin'...? OK STOP BEFORE U THROW UR TOMATOES CONSIDER THIS: I'M A HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR. i'm sorry for not keeping my promises on the two fics but like... it's exam season ok? please show mercy. anyway, anon !!! thank you for requesting !!! i'm so sorry it took so long to put out AAA. spidermark is next if all goes well. my askbox is also open for whatever. just remember to read my rules first pls and thank u ok love u lots like subscribe and SMASH the notification bell BYE

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[littleprincerianne]

a song from my playlist as an outfit board even though nobody asked because rianne wanted and therefore rianne did and it's a fun way to bounce back the ewie mood from earlier today ! but also this is a very fun way to say "send song recommendations pretty please" /j /lh

#age regression #agere community #sfw agere #agere blog #sfw age regression #sfw little blog #sfw little community #agere #sfw littlespace #age regressor #kpop little space #kpop agere #kpop moodboard #kpop #kpop outfits #sfw agedre blog #agedre blog #nct dream agere #sfw agedre #age regression sfw #sfw little #sfw blog #sfw age dreamer #sfw age dreaming #sfw age regressor #sfw agere blog #spotify playlist #sfw cglre #sfw little stuff #sfw regressor

[littleghostiesworld]

my first ever moodboard 🥹 how did i go? 👉🏻👈🏻

#agere little #sfw little blog #sfw agere #sfw little community #agere community #sfw little stuff #petre #sfw petre #agere #agere blog #puppy edits #nct agere #nct dream agere #kpop agere

[lullabytaeyong]

he’s such a cutie patootie!! 🧁🌷

#kpop agere #agere community #age regression #little nct dream #little jaemin #cute jaemin #nct dream agere #nct agere

[teikospace]

:((((( i wan be in dat pile :(

#sfw agere #sfw littlespace #sfw babyre #baby #age regression #agere blog #sfw little blog #sfw age regression #sfw kidre #sfw agere blog #nct dream agere

[mystarsohee]

can you write something with cg!jaemin?? 🥹🥹🫶 i love your works omg :<

silly face

genre: fluff, sorry thats like all im good at writing

you and jaemin take some silly photos on his macbook photobooth.

!!! non-sexual agere, only cg name used is jaem.

cg!jaemin gn!reader

jaemin sits on the bed and types away on his laptop, while you're located closer to the foot of his bed playing out some random scenario with your stuffed animals. you were honestly getting bored of playing with stuffies, its been almost an hour! looking at your jaem, he looks very serious. and very concentrated. you want to do anything but bother him, so you don't. instead you move closer to him, and lay down. being careful not to disturb jaemin, you still find a way to get into contact with his arm.

jaemin notices your movement, and moves you in a way that places you on his chest, facing the laptop. all you see are words that are too big for your tiny mind to comprehend, and all you feel is the slow rising of jaems chest.

while mindlessly staring at his computer screen, he clicks open an icon at the bottom. once clicked, your reflection stared back at you! he opened the photobooth app! wait, but why? wasn't he working on something..

"baby, sit up! lets take some photos." jaemin said to you, as you moved yourself to a comfortable position with his arm around you.

"jaem lets use a filter!!" you say, and he starts scrolling through the different filters. you decide on the filter with hearts floating above your head. they were so cute!

the both of you take a few photos with various poses! your favorite is when the two of you do the infamous "kyuu" pose.

"you're so cute!!!" jaemin giggles at you.

"you're face is silly!!" you giggle back at him.

you let jaem pick a filter this time, and this one distorted your face in a funny way! you two looked like little aliens. you found this absolutely hilarious, you couldn't stop laughing while jaemin took photos.

almost 10 more filters and a million poses later, you lay back down on his chest. jaemin takes this time to go through all the photos and take pictures of them with his phone. he sets the one of both of you doing "kyuu" as his wallpaper, replacing the previous selfie of the two of you.

you're busy looking up and admiring his face, you could never get enough. though you said his face was silly, it was still so beautiful.

author note: this one is so much shorter than my other works, sorry!! i'll try my best to write an even amount of both long and short. i hope you enjoyed this :< i just love jaemin kyuu

#mystarsohee #jaemin x reader #cg!jaemin #kpop agere #sfw agere #sfw #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct agere #nct #jaemin

[aeriaeri]

nct masterlist

click here for my reccomendations

cg!jaehyun winning a plushie for you at the arcade

cg!taeil x little!reader

. . . ᶻz

#𓆩⟡𓆪 #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #nct agere #cg!nct #cg!nct 127 #cg!nct dream #cg!wayv #cg!nct u #kpop agere

[tinieji]

🫧 renjun as a little:

(ᗒᗩᗕ) CW or TW : FOOD ; MINIMAL CAPS ; EXCLAMATION MARKS !

• aged 3 - 4 ( tinie 🥺 )

• pretty much always regressed because his members love to baby him even out of little space

• but the babying always leads to..

• “aww is that my little injun?”

• *little nod* 🥺🥺

• the most polite little guy !

• he’s nonverbal at least 70% of the time

• but the other 30% is just him humming, gasping, crying, babbling etc.

• moomin EVERYTHING

• moomin jammies, moomin stuffies, moomin plates

• watches moomin on his daddies phones before bed

• baby injun loves all of his daddies but has a soft spot for haechan

• not really into toys

• but loves to paint !!

• especially finger painting ^^

• injun loves to be fed ( chopsticks make him angy >.< )

• more than two people being in a room with him overstimulates him

• that’s why it’s usually just him nd his caregiver in his room whenever he’s little

• pacies only for bedtime

• he sucks his thumb when he’s watchin tv 🥺

• obsessed with baby sensory vids ( safe link ! )

• mini pancakes nd cinnamon sticks are a must for little injun

• usually wearing jeno or jisungs hoodies cus he likes to drown in them

• veggies r a big no no !!

• but fruits r acceptable lol

• little mermaid nightlight is needed for bedtime !

• must sleep with moomin stuffie nd a daddy

• nd baby blanket

• or else no sleepies for injun !!

#﹫ 🎀 1njun ✦ !! #age regression #babyspace #agere #age regression kpop #kpop little space #little space au #nct dream #renjun #huang renjun #little space sfw #age regression au #little space

[kpop-bbg]

#nct chenle #zhong chenle #kpop idols #cute guys #teddy bear #giant teddybear #plushies #agere #nct dream #stuffed animals #plushcore #chenle #comfy #soft #cute #chinese idols #sleeping #nap time

[ncity-agere]

Breakfast Time! || NCT DREAM

little!Renjun x cg!Jaemin sfw age regression drabble

• Fandom: NCT DREAM •

• 🫧 • 🫧 •

“It’s time to wake up, Renjunnie! Wake up, baby…” Jaemin softly rubbed the little’s back. Sunlight flooded through the windows and Renjun’s eyes squinted and whined to try and keep the light out.

“Daddy… ‘m sleepy…” Renjun pouted, trying to tug the covers over his head. Jaemin simply tugged them back off with a gentle pull, making the baby whine even more. Jaemin chuckled and ran a hand through Renjun’s messy, dark hair.

“You gotta wake up, baby boy. Daddy made breakfast, Renjunnie. Pancakes and fruit and eggs… Go grab Bun-Bun, let’s go eat.” Jaemin reminded, Renjun’s face lighting up.

“Daddy make pancake?” Renjun giggled, eagerly crawling to the edge of his bed and grabbing his bunny plushie, Bun-Bun. His tummy growled suddenly and he blushed, looking away from Jaemin in embarrassment. “Uh ohh…”

Jaemin nodded -stifling a laugh- and reached his arms outwards. “Yep. All for you, little one. Come on…” He smiled softly as Renjun giggled and leapt into his caregiver’s arms, clinging to Jaemin’s torso and wrapping his legs around his waist. Jaemin only kissed the top of Renjun’s forehead and held him tight, walking down the hall and into the kitchen. “It’s time for breakfast, baby. Someone’s hungry!”

Renjun blushed more and hid his face in his daddy’s shoulder. “Nooo… that… is Bun-Bun’s tummy rumbles…”

Jaemin cracked a smile as he carried Renjun into the kitchen, the smell of freshly cooked waffles and cut fruit wafting through the air. “Riiiight… Bun-Bun’s tummy, huh?”

“Mhm!”

• 🫧 • 🫧 •

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[haechanls]

Tiny Jaemin Icons please! :3

tinie nana !

#— jaejae moodz #— talk to jaejae !! #— tinie idols !! #age regression #agere #baby #age regression kpop #little space #sfw littlespace #nct little space #tiny nct #nct dream #jaemin #na jaemin

[swee7dream]

slowly but surely zhong chenle x f!reader | 2.3k words

summary: it's the end of the year but you are finding it very difficult to be in celebratory mood.

genre: angst & fluff :3

warnings: internalized anti-agere kinda ?? not rly lolz super quick mention of a panic attack but not in depth. lmk if i missed any !!!

dni: if you sexualize age regression and/or have an 18+ blog.

You’re going to quit your job.

You are, you’re making a promise to yourself about it and you have already decided to honor the promises you make to yourself this coming year. You are going to quit your job and nothing is going to stand in your way this time.

Only your boss would talk about an end-of-year party as a ‘compulsory team meeting’. You were supposed to have a nice simple evening with Chenle at home, making dinner together and then watching the fireworks until one of you falls asleep. A nice simple evening that did not have you hyperventilating in the bathroom out of fear you would be let go.

The plan was to stop by the store as soon as you finished your shift to ensure you got the freshest ingredients for the pesto pasta recipe you found on Pinterest and get more than the advised portions because you know for a fact half of it will end up on your kitchen floor when the play-fighting gets out of hand.

It was meant to be a night of relaxing and reflecting and not any of what you are feeling right now: stressed, angry, and murderous.

You take a sniff of your clothes as you walk from the bus stop back home, wondering if you can still wear this jacket out tomorrow or if you’ll smell like you bathed in alcohol fully dressed. Moisture seeps through your boot and into your sock from a puddle you didn’t notice on the sidewalk a couple of minutes back and you feel your entire body rejecting the sensation.

You mumble to yourself while doing quick work of inputting the PIN code to your front door lock, squeezing your eyes tight in an attempt to bring moisture back to your dried-out eyes.

‘Bath, color, cuddle, sleep. Bath, color, cuddle, sleep. Bath, color, cuddle, sleep!’

The plan for the night repeats like a broken record in your mind, mentally pushing yourself to go on just a little longer. You let out a sigh of relief when the lock finally sings its tune of entrance after three failed attempts.

“There’s my girl. I thought someone was trying to break in or something.”

The mental image of you talking with your dolls and stuffed animals shatters like a priceless vase, the shards amounting to the grains of sand in the sea.

“Hi.” You drop your bag on the floor the second you have a foot inside. You were so excited about tonight, how could you forget so quickly? Your boyfriend is so excited to see you and all you can think about is how you want everyone to die, that’s rich.

“Hey.” Chenle’s smile drops at your lack of enthusiasm. “You okay?”

“Okay… Just tired. ‘m gonna take a bath, ‘kay?” Your lips barely part as you speak and your feet don’t lift an inch from the floor, shuffling down the hallway instead. Tongue trapped between your teeth, you stop yourself from saying something you’ll regret on the way to the bathroom.

—

Your own gasp wakes you and you find that you’ve fallen asleep in the tub. How long have you been asleep? The water’s not exactly warm anymore and you see your fingertips have pruned up like raisins. You poke at them while leaning over the edge before sighing. Chenle’s out there waiting for you, you remind yourself, you can’t just stay pruned up like this forever.

Only for a little bit longer. You hug your knees to your chest and rest your cheek on one of them as you watch all the water from your bath swirl down the drain like a whirlpool. You can’t help but blow your lips together, mimicking the sounds you think pirates caught in a whirlpool would make.

A knock at the door.

“Everything alright in there?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I’m getting dressed now. I’ll be right there.” The sound of your voice surprises you, feeling it’s much deeper than it should be for some reason.

The heat coming up from the vents is still too cold for you and although you know you should keep moving to feel warm, you find it much more comfortable to just stand in place on the rug.

Water drips off you and onto the rug and the towel wrapped tight around you where you shiver. Your hair is wet and heavy and if looks could kill, the shirt you planned to change into would be on fire at the moment. The feeling of heavy, damp hair wetting your new shirt makes you roll your eyes a bit, but the knowledge of your boyfriend on the other side of the door pushes you to endure it.

You’re in your own home but you sure don’t act like it, shuffling shyly out of the bathroom with uncertain steps.

“Le?”

“Oh.” He looks up from the shelf he was carefully inspecting before. “Hey baby. Good bath?”

“…yeah. What are you holding?”

“This?” He lifts his hand. “It’s one of your crayons. I found it lying on the floor and was just looking where to put it back.”

“It’s not mine,” You state firmly with a swift snatch. “It’s my nephew’s. He came over recently.”

“…your nephew colors with glitter crayons?” Chenle tries not to eye the grip you have that crayon in.

“Yeah. He does. Is that a problem?” You tuck the crayon into the pocket of your pajama pants quickly and make your way over to the kitchen.

“It’s not a problem, I just didn’t know he moved on so fast from his ‘arts and crafts is boring’ stage.”

“He’s coming around to it.” You move around the kitchen quickly, filling and turning on the kettle.

“Good for him.” Chenle stands slowly, when did his back start hurting like this? Is he getting old? Well, he is already balding. But that’s because of the hair dye, right? It’ll grow back. Probably.

“Yeah.” You toss a tea bag into a mug. “That’s just how kids are. Thank you for finding it.”

“Mhm.”

He takes notice of how you haven’t made eye contact with him since you snatched the crayon from him, how you still don’t. You try cracking your knuckles and wrists again and again, ignoring the fact that you already did before and nothing will pop for the next while or so.

You’re lying.

Why are you lying?

“Well, now I’m jealous.” Chenle leans on the counter with his forearms, teasing smile gently nudging you to at least look his way. “How come that little kid gets to color with my girlfriend when even I haven’t done that before?”

You don’t reply but his eyes follow how you swallow an invisible lump in your throat.

“It’s not like we have the ingredients to cook dinner tonight anyway, why don’t we just spend our home date tonight just coloring? You have more crayons, right?”

“No,” You reply immediately, turning away to get the kettle when it dings. “He just left this one. Why would I have any crayons? Do you think I’m a five-year-old?”

“I never said that.” He stands up, a frown of confusion painting his face.

“Right. Well, I don’t have any of those. And I don’t want to do a coloring date. I’m dating an adult, I would like to feel like I am.”

“Adults can color.”

“No they can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because they can’t.”

The kitchen is quiet, the single noise of the spoon mixing the tea and honey in your mug. With each second of silence, the control you have on your breathing weakens.

You do want to color. You want to doodle and draw and give Chenle all your stickman drawings. You want him to show you his pictures and you want to hear him praise the color you chose for the sun’s sunglasses. You want him to color with you and play with you until you’re all tired out. When you’re asleep you want him to cradle you and cuddle you, kiss you on the forehead, and hum you lullabies in an undertone.

But it’s also so unreasonable to demand that.

He has a life just as stressful if not more than yours, to throw all your burdens on him to bear, even if just for a few hours, is wrong. You would feel too guilty. Chenle’s dating an adult, not babysitting a child. Dating you should be an option, not a burden.

“They can’t?”

“They can’t.” You shake your head, voice breaking.

Chenle takes you into arms before you fully break, leaving all your tears to stain his t-shirt. His fingers dig into your hair and your whole body shivers when you feel his nails gently scratch against your scalp.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Princess, I don’t really know what happened today. Or if it’s something you’ve been dealing with for a long time… Either way, I’m sorry. If I’m the reason you’re crying right now, I’m sorry. And I’m also sorry for not knowing what I’ve done wrong. I’m kind of slow on the uptake at times. If I’m not the reason you’re crying, I’m sorry you went through that, or, are going through that. I don’t really know…

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. You looked like you were about to drop dead as soon as you walked in tonight so I wouldn’t blame you. I probably should have left earlier but I couldn’t help it. It’s the last day of the year and I really wanted to spend it with you. I’m kind of clingy like that, I guess. I was on my way here and… I was thinking how I would be ending this year and starting this next year with you and- and I wanted this to be how every year will be. Forever. Or, until you don’t it want to. Because I don’t feel like I will ever not want to be with you. I’m like… obsessed with you. But not to a point where I won’t leave if you tell me to leave. I definitely will leave if you ask me to leave. Do you want me to go? I can go. You look tired and I’m keeping you up-”

“No.” You interrupt, speaking into his chest. “Stay.”

“Okay. Yeah, I’ll stay.”

“But… I think I am gonna nap.”

“Yeah… Yeah, you should. I’ll just stay out here.”

“You’re an idiot.” You blurt. “A big dumb idiot. You’re dumb.”

“…yeah.”

“Want you to nap with me. Cuddle. Carry me.”

“Carry you…?” Chenle looks down at you, feeling whiplash at how quickly your moods change. He doesn’t question it though, melting at the sight of your big watery eyes. “Yeah, okay. Your wish is my command.”

You smile as you feel his arms wrap around you, his cologne entering your nose and giving you an incomparable high. His steps are slow and uncertain, careful to not hit your head on any doorframes. He begins lowering you onto the bed but your arms don’t loosen around his neck.

“Sorry too.” You whisper.

“For what?”

“Callin’ you dumb. You’re not dumb.”

“Thank you.” Chenle smiles, his eyes disappearing into thin little moons. “But, I am actually a little dumb.”

“No.” You frown as if the person offended was you. “Not dumb.”

“No?”

“No.” You insist. “’m the dummy.”

“What? No, Princess.” He sits on the side of the bed when his neck begins to hurt from the angle. “How could you think that?”

“’Cause,” Your eyes drop to his shirt, suddenly extremely interested in the wrinkles of his shirt. “Dunno. Thought you wouldn’t like me.”

“Wouldn’t like you? Baby, why would I not like you?”

“’Cause ‘m a dummy!” You whisper-yell at him as if he wasn’t listening. “Was bein’ mean earlier and takin’ stuff and… just wasn’t bein’ nice. And then I thought that you wouldn’t like me if I… I dunno.”

“If what?”

“If there was like… a side o’ me you didn’t really like. ‘n’ I scared you away… Don’t wanna be a bother, y’know?”

“You’re not a bother, Baby.” Chenle presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re my responsibility. I choose to do all these things. You’re never a bother. Never ever. Even if you get sick or get kicked out of your house or… I don’t know. No matter what, I choose to stay with you.”

“What if you choose to stop staying with me?”

“Did you kill someone?”

“No?”

“Then I think we can work through it.”

You giggle and lean back into him. He says such silly things with such confidence that he almost makes you believe it. Maybe one day you will.

“Oh shoot, your tea. I’ll be right back.”

The bed creaks under you as he gets up, the fireworks of overly-zealous celebrators with seemingly broken clocks lighting up his side profile pinks and purples through the window.

You stare at him and feel a warmth grow deep in your heart, an uncontrollable smile painted on your face. Chenle looks back at you with a confused smile, but you can see the same love in your heart in his eyes.

Yeah.

You also think that this is right. You don’t know if it’s for forever yet, but you sure hope it will be. That this year and the next and all the years until you’re both stars in the sky you two will be together. The fireworks will light up your faces when you’re both wrinkly and gray, wearing the same dorky grins you wear tonight.

You’re afraid, but you can feel that soon you’ll introduce a new side of yourself to Chenle. As he gets in the bed with you, looking out the window of your bedroom with his arm around your waist, the anxiety is the tiniest bit smaller than it was this morning. Slowly but surely, you know in your heart the day when you can show your heart bare to him will come and you’re not afraid

Maybe you’re afraid now but you know it’s only a matter of time before you free fall into his arms without a second thought. It's inevitable, you smile to yourself.

a/n: STRESSING to post this before the new year lolz. also, i hope y'all know that reader was toned down SO much over the drafts. when i get overstimulated i start wanting ppl to die and it's never that serious...... i rly had to get rid of that quality when writing for reader LOLOLOL OK ENJOY REBLOG GIVE KUDOS ALL THAT STUFF THAT TUMBLR LIKES LOVE U ALL HOPE U HAVE THE BESTEST 2024

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i have no ideas.. please give me rqs!!! ill write for kepi enha itzy nct + maybe some others <33

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[karmaisasnakewithatophat]

Hi! This is the owner of this account :)

You can call me Seojin (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

I age dream because i don't feel comfortable fully regressing.

I have anxiety and mild OCD.

My fav nicknames are Mimi and sheepy/little sheep <3

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This is a sfw kpop agere blog !

I post aesthetic agere moodboards, sfw fanfics and maybe even some of my drawings and fanarts ^^

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I stan many groups, so here is a list !

• NCT

• BOYNEXTDOOR

• ZB1

• RIIZE

• &TEAM

• ENHYPEN

• TXT

• IVE

• LESSERAFIM

• NMIXX

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[lullabytaeyong]

Snack Time! - R!MarkLee

Mark was having a quiet day to himself, holed up in his bedroom watching old episodes of Mr. Rogers on his laptop. Only one of his roommates was home and he was busily playing games and talking to friends down the hallway, so Mark sat calmly, knowing he wouldn’t be bothered by any boisterous behavior. He couldn’t stop smiling at the screen with his tongue poking through his lips. The gentle tunes and nurturing environment the show provided him with so much comfort. His mind felt empty and free, only thinking about what was playing in front of his eyes.

A soft frog stuffed animal that he had for a few years sat on his lap and a newer monkey stuffed animal was right beside him, watching the show. Mark bounced the frog on his knees and giggled, followed by him making boing noises and tossing it up in the air to catch. He was easily distracted.

“Ah! Sorry Froggy!” Mark yelped quietly when the toy missed his hands from a poorly calculated throw.

He crouched to pick his friend back up and felt his stomach rumble when he stood back up. It was mid afternoon and he only had breakfast so far, because he woke up close to 12pm. Mark stood aimlessly for a moment while he thought about what to do. Usually, he’d go to Jaehyun or Jungwoo for help getting food, but they were out and the only other person home was Yuta. Mark and Yuta were very close, but it was a little different when Mark was regressed. Yuta intimidated him for some reason. No matter how cheerfully and lovingly Yuta spoke to Mark, the little was still super shy around him.

“Hmm…I dunno what to do.” Mark pouted.

He figured that he could just get something to eat by himself. Yuta wasn’t in the kitchen and wasn’t very good at english, which Mark spoke mostly when he was small. The confusion would be a waste of time. Besides, he wasn’t so little that he couldn’t grab a bowl of cereal. He was in-de-pendent! (Like in rudolph)

So, off he went, padding down the hallway in his favorite rainbow socks. He noticed that Yuta’s door was partially opened and made sure to tiptoe past it before scurrying away. The kitchen was a disaster. Dishes everywhere, last minuet meals left behind, wrappers and containers all over the place and other junk scattered in the mix. Mark scrunched up his face and walked past the destruction to the pantry. Inside was not much better than the rest of the kitchen. No one had been shopping in awhile, so nearly every bag or box he picked up had less than a serving remaining. This peeved him. Why would someone put back something if it was basically gone?!

An idea popped up in Mark’s head. He could just combine several similar snacks into a fun mix of crunchy stuff. He took the last clean bowl in the cabinets and put it down on the lowest shelf of the pantry before sitting on his knees. Then he dumped out five different snacks that were similar enough in taste into the bowl. Unaware to the ruckus he was creating, Mark didn’t notice Yuta watching him in the doorway. The older was smiling to himself, as he watched Mark huff at a box that only had crumbs left. He was like a little mouse looking for dinner.

Yuta noticed the uncoordinated movements of Mark’s body and the stuffed animal on the floor next to him, so he knew what was up. He also knew that he couldn’t approach this situation in the way he would if Mark was in his normal mindset. This would be the perfect chance to scare him or something, but not when he was clearly in such a childlike vulnerable state. So, Yuta silently went back to his room and slowly walked out again, adding extra weight to his footsteps to make them louder. This way Mark was sure to know he was there. Before rounding the corner he heard a lot of shuffling and then a bump and clang!

*Uh oh* He thought to himself.

“Mark, you okay?” Yuta called out, entering the kitchen area.

Mark looked at him with the worlds guiltiest face and practically burst into tears. In front of him was a dusty crumbly mess of snacks all over the floor and the bowl he dropped. He was trying so hard to stay under the radar and blew it! The stupid table got in his way and hit his hand.

“Oh, uh it’s okay.” Yuta said, using his unpracticed english to the best of his ability. He had seen the countless times Mark had talked to Jaehyun, Johnny and even Taeyong in only english when he was little, so he knew what he had to at least try.

Mark’s lip wobbled and he hid his blushing face behind his frog toy. This was so embarrassing! He wasn’t even sure how to respond or why he felt so upset. Hot tears continued to well up in his eyes until they started rolling down his cheeks and dropping to the floor. He wanted to run away and hide under his bed, safe and sound. Yuta approached him slowly and stopped to crouch down and sweep some of the mess on the floor into his hands. Mark lowered his plushie and watched carefully.

“Can you help?” Yuta asked softly. Mark nodded and started copying the older. “Thank you.”

They picked up all the big pieces and dropped them in the trash. Mark was disappointed to see the food go, but he knew it would be all yucky with floor germs. Yuta swept up the little crumbs, finishing off the clean up. He heard Mark’s stomach rumbling near by and realized he needed to figure out what to feed him. Delivery was the best option since Mark could pick whatever he wanted without any confusion between them. He brought Mark back to his bedroom and pulled up a delivery app on his phone.

Mark’s room was fairly dim, only lit by the sun that could make it through all the clouds and to his window. It was similar to a bear cave. His laptop was still playing Mr. Rogers, so he climbed into bed and silently watched the next episode. However, a minute later, Yuta was handing him his phone and pointing to the meal options displayed on the screen. Mark got the message and giggled cutely. There were so many things he would like to have! Like cupcakes, doughnuts, pizza, fries, cookies, and fruit snacks. He ended up picking a small cheese pizza from his favorite restaurant in the area.

“Can I sit with you, Markie?” Yuta asked after ordering the food. He was lucky Mark understood korean while he was small, it was just his responses that were mostly english.

Mark nodded, scooting over to make some room. He got a little tense with Yuta being so close, but quickly melted into his side and started sucking on his fingers. Johnny always said “Mark don’t put your fingers in your mouth” but he wasn’t around to do so this time. This made him giggle to himself. Yuta couldn’t stop smiling over how precious he kept acting.

“It’s dis one!” Mark exclaimed suddenly, pointing at his laptop. His favorite episode was playing and showing the process of how crayons are made.

Yuta didn’t really have any idea what he was seeing. He didn’t grow up with shows hosted by lovely old men in sweaters with puppet friends. It was quite endearing how the simplicity of it could retain Mark’s attention. Pretty melodic tunes rang here and there, sounding like something out of a dream. Even though Yuta had no idea what the older gentleman was saying, he could understand the enjoyment behind it.

Mark, feeling a little less shy, looked up at Yuta to see if he was watching the show. Sometimes he caught Taeil or Haechan using their phones instead of paying attention to what he wanted to watch with them. It made him sad sometimes because he knew it meant they weren’t all that interested in something Mark loved. However, Yuta was watching. He looked quite focused, too. This made Mark feel all bubbly and warm inside. He expressed it with some giggling and a quick wiggle. This was going better than he expected it to.

“Yuyu, I don’t feel scared.” He stated randomly. It took Yuta a couple seconds to quickly translate the sentence.

“That’s good. Do you feel safe?” He asked, looking at Mark and tilting his head.

“Mhm!” Mark nodded. “I’m happy.”

Yuta chuckled with a big smile and gave Mark a squeeze, hearing him squeal with delight. He should’ve approached little Mark much sooner, but he didn’t want to cross his friends boundaries. Waiting for Mark to be ready was the right decision and a spill of a snack got them to that point. Quite a silly coincidence.

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at this rate im gonna be doing nothing but making renjun moodboards

no eat no sleep just Renjun

lookie him

LOOKIE HIM YOU CANT TELL ME HES NOT BABY

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