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ARCANE | CH.9 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you’ll be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, very slight yandere themes, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. Romance will take a little bit of a backseat on this one since this is more of a suspense-driven plot, but it will still be threaded in the overall story. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI.

> CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH.3 | CH.4 | CH.5 | CH.6 | CH.7 | CH.8

Chapter Song:

Mad Hatter > Melanie Martinez | Middle Finger > Bohnes

The glow of your phone screen threw harsh shadows against the walls of your room. You’ve been sitting on your bed in the dark for god knows how long now, still wearing the same outdoor clothes and muddy boots from your trek to Rosewood. You barely have any idea what happened in the space of time after you’ve discovered the framed pictures in the strange room, but somehow, you’ve managed to haul yourself back home in one piece.

Well, maybe ‘managed’ is too far reaching for a word to use.

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( 2:39AM ) “i think i’ve finally chosen the college i want to go to.”

you hum sleepily, only half-processing park jisung’s words as he shifts to lay on his stomach. through half-lidded eyes, you see him prop his elbow up so he can rest his chin on his palm. the other hand comes up to brush its fingers along your arm, sending goosebumps along your skin. he’s still staring at you, looking thoughtful and much too awake despite it being four in the morning.

“it’s a good school,” he continues, fingers playing a mindless tune on your arm, “i’ll be able to take the bus to the dance studio after classes too.”

“mhm, that’s useful,” you slur out, because it is. it definitely beats him having to wait for his mom to drive all the way from her office to bring him to the studio because none of the bus routes in his school’s neighbourhood even come close to it.

“it is.”

“close to your house too?” you yawn, shifting closer to him. jisung lifts his arm, letting you roll right into his embrace. he hums.

“mhm,” is all he says for a while. silence falls upon you two, and you begin to let your eyes close. laying in jisung’s embrace like this makes it dangerously easy to fall asleep, but you find yourself trying to stay awake even with your eyes closed and your breathing deep. your boyfriend has a tendency of doing this— this being talking about things he usually wouldn’t talk about in socially acceptable hours. him finally deciding on what college he wants to go to after graduation isn’t quite something he’d be hesitant to talk about at a normal time, so you wait.

then jisung shifts, moving to lay on his back. he slips an arm under your body, pulling you close to him as he tangles your legs together. you hum, and he apologises softly, to which you respond with a shake of your head in silent assurance. jisung sighs, in a strange mix of content and weariness.

“you okay?” you ask him, words slurred together slightly. jisung doesn’t respond for a moment, until—

“…our colleges would be 28 miles apart.”

the first thought that pops into your head is one that notices how worried your boyfriend is by the distance between you and him during school hours. the second is one that makes you realise that once he found his school of choice, jisung immediately looked up the distance between his college and yours.

you can’t help but smile at that, your heart doing a little giddy flip in your chest. you wrap an arm around his torso, giving him a slight squeeze. jisung sighs again, resting his head against yours.

“you remembered what school i chose?” you ask him softly.

jisung’s face scrunches up, and he almost looks offended, “of course i did.”

“and you looked up the distance.”

“i was bored.”

“you calculated it.”

he makes a face, but doesn’t deny it any further. your smile grows as you tilt your head up and press your lips against his. he practically melts against you, his expression softening till all his previous signs of worry are non-existent even when he pulls away and sighs again, brushing his nose against yours.

“i don’t like being away from you,” he tells you almost miserably. you laugh softly, pecking his lips.

“you’ll survive.”

“no, i won’t.”

“i’ll visit you every day. in the studio, your house, or even just at a 7/11 in between.”

jisung is silent as he considers your words. you bite back another smile as he looks at you hopefully.

“promise?”

you press your lips against his sweetly, hoping that he understands how genuine you are when you echo, “promise.”

🍾 spin the bottle. lee donghyuck.

PART ONE OF THE REPTITION SERIES 📢

SYNOPSIS. hyuck broke the number one rule he assigned to your friends with benefits deal—‘Do NOT Get Romantic Feelings For Each Other (that’s gross)’—and on top of that, the competition is about to start which means his friends will get a free ticket into your pussy any time soon. in order to let you go with no regrets, hyuck decides to fuck you so good you have no option but to reject his friends. let’s just hope you don’t realise he’s head over heels for you when he does..

PAIRING. haechan x fem/afab!reader

INCLUDES. fwb to..you will see haha, swearing, angst, fluff, two smut scenes, switch!haechan, grinding, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, choking, degradation, use of the nickname “baby”

WORD COUNT. 11,935

NOTES. this took a little longer than expected sorry to those waiting, but here it finally is!

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Donghyuck never sweats. 

Other than whenever his body was pressed up against yours, buried eight inches inside of your tight hole, Donghyuck never sweats. He always prided himself for staying calm no matter what situation he was in, and he was known for never losing his cool either.

So you can imagine how confused he felt when he was sitting next to Jeno, and a drop of sweat was forming just above his brows. He was agitated. Shuffling in his seat, Donghyuck couldn’t keep his eyes off of his friend’s phone as Jeno continued to scroll through your Instagram account.

You had three thousand followers, which meant that three thousand people had access to those pictures of yours. Donghyuck was one of them, and he had never really paid attention to who else was. 

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surface pressure | mark lee

[mark tries to relieve some stress. romance. interior decorating. alt version on ao3 is also mine]

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It’s not hard to notice that you’re stressed. Mark doesn’t need to be a superhero to notice the bags under your eyes, the tenseness of your shoulders, the way you always do things without being asked. Things that someone else should be doing.

You’ve confessed it to him before, in little fragments when you didn't think it was a huge deal like “My mom expected me to have the house cleaned by the time she got home from work, even though I had a job too.” and “I got sick of staring at my roommates’ dirty dishes so I just did them.”

Mark has always done his best to remind you that it’s not your job to save others from their own doing. But still, you insist, this fear pricking it’s way up your throat that you may be held responsible for the doing of others. And it’s not without reason: you’ve been held responsible before.

Now that the two of you finally have your own place, Mark has done his absolute best to lift the burden, but you’re so damn stubborn. By the time he returns home from his classes or his job, you already have the house clean, and his laundry washed, and for God’s sake you’ll even reorganize the kitchen if you're antsy enough.

This week has been interesting. You and Mark have been in the process of unpacking and decorating. After a Christmas bonus from your boss, you and Mark had purchased new decor for your shared space, so that the two of you could make it your own. See, even with your own money, you spend it partly on someone else.

Mark wants you to be selfish. But he knows there’s not a selfish bone inside of you, so he’s going to have to beat you at your own game.

The house is slightly cluttered with moving boxes, old decor, and the new decor you’ve just bought. Tomorrow is your first day off for the first time in a while, and you’ve casually mentioned to Mark that you’re going to spend it unpacking and cleaning the house.

Mark Lee is going to die before he lets that happen.

He waits until you’ve left for work, and then he’s turning on his favorite 90’s r&b playlist. He labels the boxes, takes his time between organizing what needs to go on shelves and what needs to be sent off for donation. He leaves the decor the two of you had bought in a tidy box on top of the coffee table, because he knows decorating is something you wouldn’t want him to do without you.

He vacuums the rugs, and refills the cat's food bowl. He cleans out the fridge and takes out the trash. There is an entire drawer of candles you’ve picked up, having liked the scents, so Mark picks up one he recalls liking and lights it, setting it on the center of the table. He straightens the placemats (he finds it adorable that you leave the table set every night, even when the two of you usually take your dinners to the couch.)

He wipes down the counter, using minimal products the way you like to. He cleans the toilet. He gathers all the trash in your shared bedroom and makes the bed. He folds the orange throw blanket you got him and sets it on the edge of the bed, so your cat can cuddle against it the way she likes.

When he’s sure you’re on your way home, he orders pizza. He turns on the television and sets your favorite show on pause. He’s so giddy and excited for you to get home, he thinks he could burst.

The house smells of garlic and vanilla when you walk in through the door. You pause in the doorway, bundled so sweetly in your scarf and jacket. You look at the lack of clutter and furrow your brows. “I thought– I thought you worked late today.”

“I took the day off.”

He rushes up to you and helps you take off your jacket, quick to hang it on the hook. Before you can take off your scarf, he grabs the frayed edges and pulls you close to him, so that your forehead presses to his.

You hum warmly. “You’re so sweet, Mark.”

Mark grins, flushed with praise. It's almost embarrassing, how much he likes pleasing you. And yet, he can't find it in himself to change. "I left the decor out so we could decorate tomorrow. I figured you’d rather spend your day off decorating than unpacking.”

Your eyes tear up. You look at the sleeves to see that he’s taken down everything you guys have decided to give away or get rid of. “Mark… You work so hard…”

“No,” Mark swiftly kisses your cheek. “You work hard. And you take on too much. I want you to start leaning on me more, okay? You’re not carrying this alone.”

You nod, shyness washing over you. When you wrap your arms around Mark’s middle, he can feel the tenseness leave your muscles. “Thank you so much.”

“Hush,” he orders. “No more thanking me. Don’t ever think you don’t deserve this, okay? I want to take care of our home. I want to take care of you.”

The two of you eat pizza, and while you watch the tv screen, Mark watches you.

The sweetness of your laugh. The way you munch on your food. Your hair and your clothes and the way you wipe your fingers on a napkin. “C’mere,” he says.

Selfish, he knows, but he interrupts your eating to draw you into his lap. Your weight atop his thighs grounds him like noticing else. He peers up at you, and he knows he’s got that look in his eyes that you always make fun of. You’ve often told him that he looks lovesick, and that’s exactly what he is. He tucks your hair back behind your ears so he can see your face. “You’re incredible. And I know you can do things by yourself, but you don’t have to, okay? Not with me.”

You nod, bowing your head to avert his gaze. “Yeah, I know.”

He holds your face, and rubs his thumb across your jaw. Your eyelids flutter closed. “I’m not fussing at you. Promise. I’m so proud of you, and I’ll be just as proud of you if you take time to rest.”

He pulls your face to his and kisses you sweetly, reveling in the softness of your mouth and the lovely, lovely sounds that escape you. He loves the way you melt against him, the way you trust him to take care of the burdens you’ve held onto for so long. He’s Mark Lee after all, he can handle it.

You tuck your face against his neck, cuddling as close to him as you can. “I love you,” you mumble sleepily.

He kisses your head, feeling accomplished. “I love you more.”

heart can't lose [54]

PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. none

WORD COUNT. 1.3k

SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose

“MIND IF I join you?” Hera asked as she stepped out into the huge balcony on the second floor of the rest house, where Erin had been admiring the view by herself.

Erin smiled at her, shaking her head. “Not at all, feel free to join,” she said.

“Is there a reason why you’re out here by yourself?”

The older girl shrugged. “Just felt like it.”

“Nothing to do with… you know who?”

Erin snorted, shaking her head. “You can say his name, it’s fine.”

“I just happened to notice that you and Mark hadn’t acknowledged each other today, yet you both arrived at the same time this morning before we left to go here,” Hera said. 

“It’s been like that with us since last year, so I guess I’m kind of used to it.” She let out a sigh, a sad smile on her lips. “But we don’t always ignore each other, you know? We live in the same house, so it’s impossible to just… not talk to each other, even for a bit, but most of the time… yeah,” she added.

“But prior to your official engagement, you two were okay?” Hera asked.

“Well—not really okay okay, but it wasn’t super awkward in our house back then,”  she replied. “We argued a lot, since we both didn’t really like our situation, and we were still young, so being mad that we didn’t have a choice was all we could do, but there were good moments. Moments where it was just the two of us.”

Hera noticed how Erin was smiling genuinely as she remembered how her and Mark were back then, her eyes glazed over as she imagined she was back there again. Then, she blinked, shaking her head lightly as she chuckled dryly. “After the engagement became official, that kind of… made things all too real for us, so… uh… well, you can see how we are now, so…” she only shrugged, looking at Hera. 

She smiled at Erin, bumping her shoulder to the older girl. “Sorry for asking.”

Erin chuckled. “It’s fine—but enough about me!” She perked, suddenly turning her whole body to face Hera, making the younger look at her with furrowed brows. “I heard you met Hyuck’s dad.”

“I—yeah. Accidentally, too.”

“How do you meet Yohan Lee accidentally?”

Hera was then reminded about the slightly awkward family dinner that she found herself in a week ago, making her shut her eyes and let out a groan.

She heard Erin laugh. “That bad?”

“It wasn’t bad,” Hera said, “it was just weird! I wasn’t really supposed to be there—no one was supposed to be home when we arrived there. Hyuck said they were on a business trip,” she explained.

“Okay, why were you going to their house, anyway?”

“We were supposed to watch a movie together—already had tickets, too—but he remembered he needed to get something from their house, so we went there, and his parents apparently cut their trip short, so, uh… yeah.” She shrugged, chuckling. “Both his parents were there, his mom insisted we stayed to eat dinner, and we never got to watch the movie.”

“And the dinner?”

“Really awkward,” Hera replied. “Don’t get me wrong, they were super nice to me, despite how intimidating they both were, but it just… felt like I was intruding?” She shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t even know if his dad liked me.”

“I’m pretty sure he did.”

The pair turned their heads at the sound of Donghyuck’s voice, seeing him with his arms crossed while leaning on the frame of the entrance to the balcony. 

Erin smiled as she looked in between the two. “Ah, I should leave you two alone now,” she said.

“What?” Hera asked, “Why?”

“I want to go on a walk around by myself,” the older girl replied, shrugging. “I’ll be back before dinner time, just text me,” she then added before waving at Hera and walking towards where Donghyuck was standing. “You’re welcome,” she whispered before walking past him, leaving the two alone.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me here?” Hera asked, raising a brow at him.

Donghyuck smiled, letting out a small laugh before he walked towards her, falling to a stop in the spot beside her where Erin had been standing earlier. They were facing different directions, With him leaning his elbows on the railings and looking ahead at the view, while Hera had her back against it, but her eyes were focused on the boy beside her.

“You know, my dad asked about you during Christmas,” he suddenly said, surprising Hera.

“He did?”

“Mhm,” he hummed in response, “Surprised me too, honestly. Most of the time, despite any occasion, he’d only ask about my classes, or my plans in the future.”

“What did he say?”

“He wanted to know if we were dating.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrows shot up at his reply. “And what did you say?” she then asked, looking away and crossing her arms as if to show that she wasn’t that curious as to what he said to his father.

(She was very curious.)

“I didn’t really get to answer it.” Hera’s shoulders sagged at that, eliciting a chuckle from him. “He immediately went on to talk before I could—which is typical for him, I guess? Although, this time it wasn’t about med school, or my studies.”

He finally took his eyes off the view ahead of him, turning his head to look at her, instead. “It doesn’t matter much if I decide to be in a relationship with someone, I was old enough to manage my priorities—to know my responsibilities. That’s what he said to me.” He shook his head lightly. “You know, I never thought I’d see the day where my dad would be okay with me adding another… non-medical related… thing in my list of priorities, but here we are.”

Hera laughed at that, while he only smiled at her. “Well, he’s okay with it. Are you?”

He paused, humming as he looked up and rested his chin on his right hand, as if he was giving it a deep thought. “I don’t know. Am I?” 

She rolled her eyes, punching his arm playfully. “What did I say about answering questions with another question?”

“Oh—“ he narrowed his eyes at her— “you sounded like a teacher just now.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, rolling her eyes at him while he only laughed.

It was silent between them after that—a comfortable silence. Hera liked this—being comfortable enough with someone that she felt at ease just spending this moment of calmness with him, no words spoken.

Her eyes found his as she turned to him again.

Since when had they been this close?

She thought about how she had been looking at him for a considerable amount of time, enough for it to seem uncomfortable—but it wasn’t. Her eyes roamed his features, from his brown eyes that she almost found herself lost in, to his cheeks, then to his lips.

Her breath hitched as she looked back at his eyes, and had she been a second late, she would have missed how his own flicked down her lips quickly before meeting her gaze again. Noticing the closing distance between them, she closed her eyes and tried to turn away, but he was quick to pull her towards him, his hand resting on her cheek as if to tell her that this was okay.

“Hey, dinner’s—oh.”

Hera sprung away from Donghyuck at the sound of her best friend’s voice, while he remained in his spot, a flash of disappointment on his face before looking at the entrance of the balcony, where Jaemin was standing with his eyes wide.

“Dinner’s, uh, dinner’s ready,” Jaemin managed to say, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. “Chenle said we should all eat together,” he added.

“Right, uh, let’s go.” Hera nodded, making her way towards Jaemin and turning him around, pushing him out the balcony.

Donghyuck watched in amusement, a small smile on his lips before shaking his head and following after them. “Maybe next time,” he mumbled.

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can someone help me put up a proper tumblr blog <//3 i really want to make my tumblr look presentable LMAO T^T

HOW YOU KNOW THEY WON’T CHEAT

pairing: nct dream + sungtaro x gn!reader genre: fluff warnings: none! notes: idk what this is it’s just for fun

mark ! sleeps with a large spider-man pillow and you between his arms at night.

jeno ! has pictures of you saved in a folder on his phone and he’d be embarrassed if you ever found out about it.

renjun ! rants to you about his favorite movies and all the easter eggs and theories about them.

haechan ! never lets you breathe for more than two seconds because he always has his arms around you in some way.

jaemin ! takes photos of you all the time, spends hours editing them and gets super excited to show you his work.

chenle ! talks to his dog about you like he’s talking to a person.

jisung ! facetimes you even if he has stuff he should be doing.

shotaro ! sends you tiktoks all the time and complains when you leave him on read.

sungchan ! doesn’t let anyone touch a special hoodie of his that he has reserved for you.

taglist. @junityy @eternallyhyucks @yeoforce @wonderwrench @cookydream @feyregels @13isacoolnumber @omgnctchina @wonjaems @fairybangtan @blveberryflavored @odetoyeonjun @squiishymeow @jeonginshq @xtra-cheese @fairybinie @notbeforelong @bite-me-mingi @zsuke @todorokiskitten + taglist form

BEAR HUG.

♩ Bear Hug — SUHO

[3:00 am] After a long practice, Mark returned to your shared apartment. Mark swiftly held you firmly once you opened the door for him, despite your tiredness.

Mark pressed his face towards your neck to feel your warmth. His arms around your waist. “Let’s get you to bed, baby,” you murmured, your voice sluggish.

But it doesn’t stop him from softly capturing your face and pressing his gentle lips on yours. His hands-on your waist, attempting to get you closer to him to intensify the kiss.

“I’m sorry,” Mark whispered, kissing your forehead, as you both tried to regain your breath.

“Why?” you inquired.

“I don’t feel like I spent enough time with you. Like, I was always busy, even missing your calls and texts,” Mark explained, feeling awful for his lover, who had remained up late merely to wait for him. But when you see his genuine doe eyes staring at you, waiting for your reaction, all you want to do is hold him and reassure him that everything is great.

“Mark, even before our relationship, I assured you that I would not stand in the way of attaining your dreams. I’ll be here for you,” you said, still tightly embracing him.

Even after you both went to bed, despite your weariness, Mark felt loved once again. He felt so much better after the bear embrace.

“Y/n, I love you.”

20:24 // ❥ new alert! // mark, the sweetest boy alive

“look, i told you,” jeno says, shoving his phone in your face as he points aggressively at the picture he had taken a few hours ago. “there are eighteen of them, look!” he repeats, finger shifting about the screen in an attempt to point out all eighteen statues he was referring to.

“you missed four out,” you sigh, putting your chopsticks down. “i think i got a picture,” you mumble, entering your gallery, scrolling through the photos in search of the one that would prove jeno wrong. he inhales another spoonful of rice, commenting, “you can’t find it, right? because it doesn’t exist?”

you roll your eyes, trying your best to recall when it was that you had taken the photo. you jump in excitement when it hits you - you had taken it on your boyfriend’s phone.

“babe?” you call out, reaching out for mark’s phone and unlocking it swiftly. “is it okay if i scroll through your gallery? i need to find the photo of the statues we took last fall,” you continue, peeping over at mark who was still busy doing the dishes.

“sure,” he replies, giving you the green light. you enter his gallery, scrolling in a hurry, deadset on proving jeno wrong.

jeno waits for a few moments, but instead of a retort, he notices your halted thumb, and your quirked brow. he doesn’t want to intrude mark’s privacy, so instead of just looking over at whatever that is on the screen that has caught your attention, he asks, “what’s wrong?”

in your hurry, you had accidentally scrolled way past last fall. instead, you have entered (probably) summer of two years ago. you manage to tear your eyes away from the screen, shifting your gaze to return jeno’s, with, “what are these?”

you turn the screen to face jeno. he takes a glance, before stuffing down another spoonful of rice, with a nonchalant, “mark’s aglio olio.”

you already knew that. mark’s aglio olio. mark’s signature aglio olio that you have engraved in the deep depths of your heart. it was the first dish he made for you, seven months into your relationship after the one time you had casually remarked that it’s sweet to be surprised with a homecooked meal. you’d never even imagined mark would surprise you with one, given the known fact that he isn’t the most talented in the kitchen.

but he proved you wrong.

the real question is, why are there more than twenty pictures of the same aglio olio that you had only had once?

“why are there so many pictures of it? with so many different plating styles?” you question, clicking into the first photo, then swiping left to look through the rest of them. looking through the pictures this way makes it look like they’re a bunch of progression photos. as though every new picture, was an improved dish or plating style from the last.

“oh,” renjun exclaims, taking a sip of water. “we ate that for a whole month,” he states, faking a shiver. “yeah, we swore off italian for the longest time after that,” jeno adds on, making a disgusted face.

you can’t help the smile that brightens your features when the realisation dawns upon you.

mark had been practising to make sure it was the perfect aglio olio.

you get up, making your way to the kitchen. as you approach the familiar back view of your boyfriend, your smile only tugs wider. you snake your arms around his waist, pulling him close as you rest your cheek against his shoulder blade.

you can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks gently with, “why? bored of the guys?”

you take in his scent, shaking your head. “no, i just wanted to tell you i love you,” you gush, pressing your lips against his shoulder.

he turns off the tap, wipes his hands down with a dry towel, then turns around and rests his arms around your waist. “suddenly?” he says, raising a brow.

“i love you,” you repeat, your heart oozing with nothing but love and affection for the boy in front of you.

“i love you too,” he reciprocates, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

oh im so hooked <//3 this has got to be one of the best series created in this god forsaken app

THE “REPETITION” SERIES !

INSPIRED BY. @/tyonfs nct dream series! except this is..a lot dirtier.. sorry lol

SYNOPSIS. you and haechan have been friends with benefits for awhile now. his housemates all know that, and they're absolutely jealous of him for having you all to himself. when he finds this out, haechan decides to have some fun and create a competition between him and his friends. they all get to make a pass at you, and if you choose to sleep with them, whoever you pick was the best wins! easy, right?

maybe it would have been easier if they didn't fall for you on the way...

PAIRING. afab/fem!reader x nct dream's 00 line and mark

INCLUDES. smut, pwp, fwb, lots and lots of pent up romantic feelings and sexual tension, boys lying to themselves, fluff, crack, angst (as of now)

NOTES. this popped into my head randomly, so the summaries are a little all over the place but bare with me!! they'll be more concise by the time i actually get round to writing the fics i promise 🤎 anyways i really do hope you guys enjoy this series because i've been having a lot of fun planning this out!

spin the bottle. lee donghyuck.

SYNOPSIS. okay, maybe haechan did create the competition himself. but now that it's approaching, he's getting a little anxious at the thought of you lying under someone that isn't him. but he shouldn't be thinking like that since you two have never been exclusive, and that had always been the plan. so why does he still clench his fists when he imagines you kissing another one of his friends? to get over these feelings, haechan decides that he needs to win. and that's why he makes sure your last fuck with him before the competition starts is the best experience you've had in your life.

not another e-boy. lee jeno.

SYNOPSIS. jeno, to absolutely everyone's surprise, is the first one to approach you. he meets you after your soccer practice, and asks you out to dinner. under all of those ripped jeans, meaningless tattoos and piercings, you find out that he's a total softie. jeno wants to prove to his friends that he's more than “just another e-boy” and he knows he'll achieve that by fucking the hell out of you, giving you no option but to rank him first amongst his friends. however, he didn't think that it'd lead to you being on his mind 24/7.

party pooper. mark lee.

SYNOPSIS. frustrated that jeno got to you first, mark makes the second move. this guy is so used to being babied by girls and being called names like “adorable” that he doesn't believe he can seduce you without any alcohol in his system. so he throws a party and decides to speak to you then. although his attempts fail miserably, the two of you still end up in his bed, and mark is so shocked that his plan actually worked that he starts laughing..midway during sex. this obviously turns you off, and you end up leaving. determined to try again, mark hits on you for a second time, this time in a library, but it goes completely different this time.

mascara on your cheeks. huang renjun.

SYNOPSIS. when renjun finds out that jeno and mark have already fucked you, he's speechless. out of all of his friends, he's known for having the best game when it comes to getting girls into his bed. but with you, you just don't seem to pick up on his hints at all. do you think he randomly decided sit next to you in your shared financial elective class together, for no good reason at all? all those tricks that worked on other girls don't seem to work on you at all, so renjun decides to use what he knows how to do best: brute honesty.

eyes on you. na jaemin.

SYNOPSIS. jaemin couldn't care less about this competition. he was practically forced to agree to it by his friends, but he didn't put in any effort into seducing you. it isn't until the day he coincidentally spotted you running around the sports building's hallway in nothing but a towel that devilish thoughts start to creep into his mind. not to mention that you've become friends with his housemates now, so he's been seeing you a lot more often, and he can't get rid of his thoughts. against his own pride and will, jaemin approaches you with the hopes of bringing you back to his bed.

PROLOGUE. 1,580 words.

You and Donghyuck had been sleeping with each other for a little over two months, but you’d been friends for a lot longer than that. The deal was made while you two were drunk out of your minds, finding yourselves agreeing to a dare during a game of spin the bottle. You had to spend a few minutes locked inside a tight wardrobe together, and the two of you just couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. After that incident, a seed of sexual tension was planted between the two of you, growing with every interaction you had.

It was only natural that you’d end up being friends with benefits.

But Dongyhyuck never expected this to come out of it.

Sitting in the bleachers with his housemates, Donghyuck was watching you in your element. He’d always found you hot whenever you played soccer, loving the grip your navy blue shorts had on your thighs and the pool of sweat that would always sit in between your tits.

For some reason, his housemates decided to tag along on this specific day. All four of them.

Donghyuck found it suspicious at first, but he’d forgotten about it by the time he saw you running onto the field. Ignoring the fact that he found your skimpy uniform hot as fuck, Donghyuck was also one of your good friends. He loved watching you play because it was something you were passionate about, and over the course of being friends with you, he somehow became passionate about it as well.

After you scored a goal, he stood up and jumped, screaming your name in pride. His friends did too, and suddenly his attention was drawn away from you.

“Since when did you care about soccer?” He asked the shortest of the five, Renjun.

Renjun shot up his brows and appeared to look offended, “What are you talking about? I’ve been keeping up with the matches since the season started.” He replied with wavering eyes.

Donghyuck scoffed and crossed his arms. “Yeah? So what’s the Blue Star’s rank in the league?”

Renjun’s eyes flickered between Donghyuck and the field, making the taller of the two laugh. “Obviously first, look at how good they’re playing.”

“They’re second.” Donghyuck corrected, looping his arm around Renjun’s shoulder. “Now tell me why you’re really here before I get the security to kick you out.”

Renjun whipped his head, “You can’t do that, this is just a college match. And besides,” He shuffled in his pocket before bringing out a ticket, “I paid to be here.”

“Well, guess what, smartass, I don’t even have to pay to be here.”

At that comment, the other three boys all turned to Donghyuck’s direction.

“You didn’t have to pay?” Mark asked, “Why not?”

“Me and Y/N have been friends since, like, last year. Why wouldn’t she get me free tickets?” He said in an obvious tone.

All four of Donghyuck’s friends had their jaws hung low. Some less than others (read: Jaemin) but they still had an expression on their face that Donghyuck could read very clearly as jealousy. They definitely weren’t jealous of the fact that he received free soccer tickets, so that only left one other option. To test his theory, Donghyuck asked another specific question, but this time, he narrowed his eyes.

“Name all the members of the team.”

“Y/N-” Jeno and Renjun said in unison, before Donghyuck bursted into a fit of laughter.

“I knew it!” He quipped, smiling in disbelief. “You guys have a thing for Y/N, don’t you?”

Renjun snickered, “Get over yourself. We just think she’s hot.”

“So you, Mr I-Hate-Capitalism, chose to pay for a home game in your own college to watch Y/N play because you think she’s..hot?” He asked, tilting his head sarcastically, before eyeing his other friends as well. “Do you know how creepy this is?” He laughed, making a mental note to forever remember this moment in case it’s needed for some serious blackmail in the future. “If I told Y/N this-”

Mark pushed Renjun out of the way to shut Donghyuck up by covering his mouth. “No, please don’t tell her.” He begged, looking at his friend with pleading eyes.

“Wow!” Donghyuck muffled, “You must really like her, huh?”

Sighing, Mark dropped his hand and rubbed the back of his neck while peering over at your running figure. Donghyuck copied him, and smiled upon the greeting of how cute your ass looked in those shorts.

“I don’t know about them lot,” Mark pointed at the other boys who were watching you play like you were some A List athlete. “But I think she’s really cool.”

“Cool would be an understatement,” Donghyuck shrugged, “but I get it. It’s just a crush though, right?” He asked, before putting his hands on his hips and interrogating the rest of his friends. “You guys know I’m the one sleeping with her, okay, so you better keep your hands off of her.” He said a little too loudly. “Especially you, Renjun.”

“Hey!” Renjun raised his hands in defeat. “I’m just watching her play.”

“You better be..” Donghyuck mumbled, before returning back to his stand and watching you.

–

When the game was over, Donghyuck rushed to congratulate you on your win. He ushered his pathetic excuses for friends over to follow him as he jumped down the bleachers to get to you.

You ran up to him with just as much enthusiasm, and jumped into his hold to squeeze him as tight as you could. While you and Donghyuck were swirling around and exchanging excited screams, the remaining four boys watched in despair.

Donghyuck wasn’t the only one who liked the way your shorts shaped your ass and thighs.

After what felt like an etenrity to the boys, Donghyuck finally introduced them to you. “Uh, so these are my friends.”

Instantly, you reached out your sweaty palm to shake Renjun’s hand, and he gladly returned it. “Renjun, right? We share a finance elective.”

“Yeah, we do.” He replied, trying to hide the fact that he had just been watching you play soccer for the past hour.

“Okay, and this is Jaemin, Mark, and Jeno.”

You shook every one of their hands, and Jeno tried his best not to appear disappointed that he was introduced to you last.

“Nice to meet you guys!” You chirped, waving your hand. “But I gotta’ go and celebrate with the girls. See you around!”

As soon as you left, a devilish smirk grew onto Donghyuck’s lips. “Oh, you guys are such perverts.” He laughed.

Jeno glared at him, “Hey, you’re the one who sneaks her into the house every weekend, Hyuck.” He pointed at him. “Don’t blame us for liking her when all we hear is you breaking her back every fucking night.”

A little taken aback, Donghyuck couldn’t help his smile grow wider. “You listen to us having sex?”

“We can’t not listen to you, you idiot.” Jaemin groaned, still scrolling through his phone. “You two are at it like dogs all the time.”

“Quit the bullshit. You can wear earphones, make the TV louder, leave, or anything. You choose to listen to us, don’t you?” When Donghyuck didn’t receive an answer, he turned to the only boy in the group that didn’t know how to lie. “Mark?”

“Okay, maybe sometimes we listen.” He admitted, causing an uproar from his friends. “Well- It’s not- I don’t know, man, she’s hot.”

Defeated, Jeno nods along with him. “She is, Hyuck, you’re so fucking lucky.”

“I can’t believe this. You’ve all been simping for Y/N? Couldn’t you find any other girl on campus? Not even you, Renjun?” Oh, Donghyuck was beyond amused. His ego had never been so high. Watching his friends admit they’re jealous of him made him feel like he was sitting on a throne and the rest of them were peasants, dressed in rags and bowing at his feet. It was just too good to be true.

“I still get girls, but Y/N’s nice to look at from time to time.” Renjun huffed, pushing up his glasses further along his nose bridge.

Jeno elbowed his shorter friend, “You’re saying that like coming to this match wasn’t your idea.”

“So what’s the deal?” Donghyuck asked, more intrigued than ever. “You guys want to fuck her too?”

All four of them fell silent. Even Jaemin paused midway through scrolling on TikTok at the thought of what Donghyuck said. Their eyes fell heavy. Some looked desperate, some hopeful, some guilty, and some curious.

Donghyuck was a good friend. He didn’t want to deprive his friends from you. But he wouldn’t let them touch you without making it a challenge. He definitely wasn’t going to let them take you away from him that easily, not when he just found out they think of him like a god for sleeping with you.

“Fine.”

Jaemin’s head bopped up as he curiously raised one of his brows. Mark licked his lips multiple times even though they were already wet. Jeno stuffed his hands into his back pockets and shifted the weight on his feet.

And Renjun narrowed his eyes at Donghyuck. “What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch. Me and Y/N aren’t exclusive so you can still make a move on her if you want.” He drawled, getting too giddy. “But on one condition.”

“What is it?” Mark asked, a little too fast.

“We’ll make it a competition.”

NOTES. and that's the prologue! as you can see, the stories follow a chronological order. i think to enjoy this series to the fullest, you'll need to read the full thing. thank you for taking the time to make it this far ☺️

ARCANE | CH.8 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you’ll be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, very slight yandere themes, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. Romance will take a little bit of a backseat on this one since this is more of a suspense-driven plot, but it will still be threaded in the overall story. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI.

> CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH.3 | CH.4 | CH.5 | CH.6 | CH.7

Chapter Song:

House of Memories > Panic! At The Disco

“Jesus—what is going on!”

The clanging sound of the metal door closing echoed gratingly at the four walls of the stock room you pulled Kun in. The space was small, like two regular cubicles merged together, and you didn’t bother to switch the light on as you pushed the other against one of the shelves there. The man looked at you with pure panic, obviously taken aback by how suddenly you grabbed him out of nowhere from the hallway, but you paid him no mind as your eyes quickly roamed around the room. Surely, there couldn’t be any cameras here.

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♡ NCT DREAM + the way they say i love you without saying “i love you”

LEE MARK says i love you in the little ways the sound of his giggles warms your chest. in the way he doesn’t have to be in front of you but the sound of his encouragement does all the work by pushing you a little forward in the right way and silently doing his best in supporting you. he says i love you without saying i love you by being your support at all times even if you don’t see it. it’s his giggle, that always follows his awkward statements, they tell you his inner feeling more than he would verbally.

HUANG RENJUN says i love you in his little display of affection. you know he is shy when it comes to his own emotions but he shows his appreciation and love for you by doing his best to meet your needed affection quota. even little reassuring pats and small hugs, they are sprinkled in between and always there when you need it. his hands intertwine with your whenever your hand looks lonely, and his fingers play with your hair when he is unconsciously watching you do nothing. his little touches that you don’t think he does purposely say a lot.

LEE JENO says i love you with his constant accommodation. while this behaviour can come across as pushover-y, he nevers lets his own emotions be overshadowed because to him, accommodating you is something that gives him a sense of joy. he loves you in the way he loves being the one who is most perfect for you, the one who understands your needs and wants perfectly enough to not spoil you but still spoil you. he is willing to do anything for you while also being the one to tell you no and stop you from doing something that wouldn’t turn out well. his accommodation of your every whim screams his love for you more than any grand gesture ever could.

LEE HAECHAN says i love you in his bouts of seriousness. for as long as you have known, he has always maintained his carefree, positive attitude about everything he has done and wants to achieve; the same was the case of you but when it really mattered, his bouts of sudden seriousness, that melts any doubt you’d ever have in his actions towards you or anything else, is what shows his care and love the most. it’s in this seriousness you know that in his mind, you do take a priority even if he doesn’t seem to care at other times and that’s its his confidence in what you can do that he keeps to himself when he knows he isn’t needed.

NA JAEMIN says i love you in the way he is a chronic smiler around you, whenever he leaves your presence, the stabbing pain on his cheeks will announce their presence because before that he didn’t notice how much they were hurting because he was focused on you. as if it were habitual, the text will come to you, “my cheeks hurt ☹️” every time. but regardless of the following pain, he always finds himself smiling at the littlest of things around you, maybe it was you or maybe it was something he will forever associate with you, he can’t hide his smile when he is around you.

ZHONG CHENLE says i love you in his stillness. the way he shows his love for you is in his daily, minute actions that he probably doesn’t know he does because it is woven into him. the blanket in the back of his car that is just for you, the tissue packet in his bag that is just for you, the way sundays are always left free just for you. his routine that bends and moulds to fit you into it perfectly, he still gets shocked when an abrupt plan fits into his schedule because he has unconsciously been making space for you anyway.

PARK JISUNG says i love you in his subtle clingy-ness and his almost abundant information about you. you never have to worry about anything when he is around, without even asking he just knows what you want and what you would prefer by observing your body language. the times he brings over himself because your voice over the call seemed like you wanted to ask him but didn’t, you always feel how much he loves you when he does this thing where communication is unspoken but still said.

©KDYISM, 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

ten’s part hits home wtf

MOMENTS AFTER BREAKUP [PART II] ! 

[ taeil ] when he’s staring at the shattered picture frame, the photo of you and him scratched by the tiny shards of glass that littered the carpet, and he mentally beats himself up for breaking something so precious but relents, knowing that it’s time to remove that last reminder of you; he braves through the nagging uncertainty and drops the pieces in the trash bin, heart swaying as he takes one last glance, and forces himself to turn on his heels

[ taeyong ] when he wakes up at 5PM after sleeping on and off for twelve hours, dreams of you plaguing his mind and reminding him of just how much your absence causes an unbearable ache in his ribcage, and all he wants to do is fall back asleep but he is already wide awake with flooding thoughts of you; he pulls his limbs in and forces himself out of bed, praying for the day he can go to bed and forget he’s lying in your spot

[ doyoung ] when he is comfortably tucked under his covers reading about the topic of happiness, and he recalls his conversation with you on how to find something that often feels elusive, a regretful smile forming on his lips as he remembers the times he was so positive that only you could ever make him happy; he smoothes his palm along the pages of the book and wonders whether you were able to find happiness without him 

[ ten ] when he gets good news and his instinct is to dial your phone number and share it with you like always because he knows you’ll be just as excited for him, but his fingers are suspended midair when he remembers he can no longer do that because he didn’t just lose his love but his best friend as well when you left; he tucks his phone back into his pocket, feeling a little less eager and a little more heavy-hearted

[ winwin ] when he’s sitting near the gates at the airport waiting to board his flight, merely seconds away from crumbling on the spot as he scrolls through the endless photos of you saved on his camera roll, and his breath shudders when he realizes this will be the only part of you he can take with him; he wonders if you’re still somewhere in the airport and if it’s too late for him to run back into your arms and beg for another chance

[ jungwoo ] when he’s waiting for the train back, slumping against one of the pillars and feeling drained as fatigue drags him under, and an inexplicable loneliness creeps in with the late evening wind and settles somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach; he suddenly begins to dread the idea of returning home when you’re no longer there to greet him and lingers a little longer at the station until he can shove the thoughts of you back into the hidden corner of his mind

[ jeno ] when he takes large strokes and swims to the bottom of the empty pool to put his mind at ease, the chlorine setting deeply into his skin and hair, and he is in disbelief because he has spent all of his summer doing nothing but wait for himself to feel whole again, yet nothing seems to be enough to fill the gaping hole; he makes the mistake of brushing against the memories of you and rises up gasping for air, the violent thrashing of his heart pounding in his ears 

isa sa nagpasaya saken this week kasi putangina ng election anxiety <3 THANK YOU FOR THIS UPDATE LOVE YOU

PALIGOY-LIGOY [3]

PAIRING. jaemin x reader

WARNINGS. language

SUMMARY.    kung saan kumalat na halos sa buong university niyo na may crush ka sa 2nd year pharma student na si jaemin na.

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FILO TAGLIST. @archivedmkl @nctasdfghj @wooyoung-a @morkleetrash @kkotjia @i-aecrysture @injunified @smolpeyy @pepperrye @hibuki-chan @hannie-dul-set @chanfilms @yiz-yo @anya-writes-stuff @w0nderr @mihyu-ckie @hrjchive @fullsunld @main-figuresk8-sunghoonie @dejavukirstein @seijenoh @renjun-pretty @beyleyn @yoitbb

PALIGOY-LIGOY TAGLIST. @luvenshiti

i wanna know who the hell is HER like i feel like it’s someone close to op yaknow ALSO THIS DID NOT SHOW UP IN MY NOTIFS? i refreshed my tumblr and then BAAM this showed up on my feed but not on my notifs <//3

ARCANE | CH.7 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you’ll be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, very slight yandere themes, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. Romance will take a little bit of a backseat on this one since this is more of a suspense-driven plot, but it will still be threaded in the overall story. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI.

> CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH.3 | CH.4 | CH.5 | CH.6

Chapter Song: 

Can You Keep a Secret? > Ellise

The dreams have become a normal part of your nights by now.

You already know where you are before your vision even came into focus. The sprawling, endless walls, the red carpeted floor half covered with smoke, and the sole white door with the burned bronze knob welcomed you with the familiarity similar to a home you’ve long left behind. You’ve grown so accustomed to this slice of scene so much that you’ve memorized every single detail about it—or at least the ones that remain the same every time you find yourself in this imagined world. 

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OG STUDY SQUAD PURR love how jaemin got his well deserved closure too!! will there be an epilouge T^T

the nerve: chapter twenty six - finale

pairing: na jaemin x reader

summary: after one terrible run-in with famous youtuber, na jaemin, you’ve been bumping into him ever since then. what is a coincidence to you, turns into a misunderstanding when he accuses you of following him around. jaemin, you have got a lot of nerve!

taglist: closed!

⋆  @purpleheejin @marklexleaf @notbeforelong @najaemism @tyonvrs @blossom-rea @mrkleelvr @hae06 @luvenshiti @markzitos @vantxx95 @naeviscalled @kosmiks @thesunsfullmoon @daincty @pckeia @4sy3 @kkotjia @loveholicjae @hoteldelyoona @yutensoul @wrongaccexe @cacaubs @her33n @jeongyeonsluvbot @studywoo @yeonjunsrealgf @jinsoul-gf @xxxx-23nct @w3bqrl @yixingtion @rinrinslovebot @bobrouxsky @xuxiyeon @huskyhunny @punnshine @cathyoliveros10 @hyungwinning @icecreamjaem @treeforlight @starcherrymin @karaxomb @h0ney-el @eggoyu @yoonrimin @john-joong @butterfliesinthenightsky @soni-yaaaa @euphoricjaemin @pepperrye @ahnneyong @channna @kiyokoism @tonightletspretend @resceluwu @calumsfringe @heartj4yn0 @st4rryhae @pagunita @catecita @justalildumpling @smolpeyy

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LMFAO THE SOCKS??????? THE USED SOCKS????? love that for jisung, get that bag loml <3

the nerve: chapter twenty five - joint sock business? 

pairing: na jaemin x reader

summary: after one terrible run-in with famous youtuber, na jaemin, you’ve been bumping into him ever since then. what is a coincidence to you, turns into a misunderstanding when he accuses you of following him around. jaemin, you have got a lot of nerve!

taglist: open!

⋆  @purpleheejin @marklexleaf @notbeforelong @najaemism @tyonvrs @blossom-rea @mrkleelvr @hae06 @luvenshiti @markzitos @vantxx95 @naeviscalled @kosmiks @thesunsfullmoon @daincty @pckeia @4sy3 @kkotjia @loveholicjae @hoteldelyoona @yutensoul @wrongaccexe @cacaubs @her33n @jeongyeonsluvbot @studywoo @yeonjunsrealgf @jinsoul-gf @xxxx-23nct @w3bqrl @yixingtion @rinrinslovebot @bobrouxsky @xuxiyeon @huskyhunny @punnshine @cathyoliveros10 @hyungwinning @icecreamjaem @treeforlight @starcherrymin @karaxomb @h0ney-el @eggoyu @yoonrimin @john-joong @butterfliesinthenightsky @soni-yaaaa @euphoricjaemin @pepperrye @ahnneyong @channna @kiyokoism @tonightletspretend @resceluwu @calumsfringe @heartj4yn0 @st4rryhae @pagunita @catecita @justalildumpling @smolpeyy

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OH MY FUCKING GOD??!q??!??! HELLO>!>>!>!>!>>!>!>!>!> WTF WTF WTF LET ME IN 

heart can’t lose [49.4]

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PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. language

SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.

NOTE. this is the last part 49 i promise HAHAHAHAHA also !!! hyuck’s performance in the next part 😁👍🏼

TAGLIST. @neozonenet @radiorenjun @bluejaem @pink-but-rosie @renjun-pretty @holdinbacksecrets @rynshyuckies @jelllyjae @jenyongcas @whyisquill @beemarkie @morkxlee @hibuki-chan @moonwalkun @lyyhyuck @baekhyunstruly @lilacdreams-00 @ridinhyuck @archivedmkl @najaeminluvbot @jiye0n0 @rensiu @morkleetrash @neo444 @hrjchive @keemburley @soobin-chois @yiz-yo @hae06 @nctasdfghj @aerev @studywoo @jun5ui @smolpeyy @mahae66 @kkotjia

HCL TAGLIST. @aedreamzy @moonsclover @rrnhyuck @reinde3r @daegalfangirl @yixingtion @dandelionxgal @thesunsfullmoon @yangsbff @y3jiishot @purpleheejin @prdshobi @vantxx95 @googiewaterbottle @minavenue

OH MY GOD IM SO EXCITED YASSSSSSSSSSS

high-waisted shorts (preview)

PAIRING ▸ huang renjun x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, strangers to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, alcoholic consumption, palming, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), more to be added

SUMMARY ▸ huang renjun might be the least committed to all this “bitch hunting” bullshit, and he doesn’t want to stoop to the level of stupidity his friends are at. that’s why he’s pissed when you’re strutting around in those high waisted shorts wherever you go, making renjun lose all sense of reason.

EXPECTED WORD COUNT ▸ around 5k words 

TAG LIST ▸ series general tag list + send me an ask/comment if you’d like to be added !! 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ first installment of the bitch hunters series !! ngl i am v excited for this series so i hope you guys are also on this wavelength 🤝 

“NICE ROOM,” you complimented when he opened the door. You looked around curiously before walking in, and Renjun headed in after you. “Do you normally bring girls up here like this?”

“Only the cute ones,” Renjun said, leaning against his door frame. “Do you normally follow guys into their rooms like this?”

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finally, jisung content 😔🙏

nct drabbles masterlist

bulleted (🌼) written (🌸) socmed (🌷)

genre: probably all unedited fluff

maybe, just maybe - hufflepuff!jeno (🌼)

piano, practice & pep talks - theatre kid!chenle (🌸)

love letters - ravenclaw!renjun (🌼)

fake dating - bestfriend!jisung (🌷)

fake dating - bestfriend!donghyuck (🌷)

fake dating - bestfriend!renjun (🌷)

fake dating - boyfriend!jeno (🌷)

set up - boyfriend!jisung (🌷)

bad dracula - vampire!jisung (🌸)

throuple therapy - poly!chenji (🌷)

rating my ex’s selfies a thread - ex bf!jeno (🌷)

i love you, say it back. - bf!jeno (🌷)

i love you, say it back. - bf!jisung (🌷)

i love you, say it back. - bf!mark (🌷)

i love you, say it back. - bf!renjun (🌷)

i love you, say it back. - bf!donghyuck (🌷)

blocked. - bf!jisung (🌷)

WE’RE PREGNANT!! - roommate!jisung (🌷)

happy holidays :D / valentine’s day (🌷)

teenagers - ¿badboy?!jisung (🌸)

april fools - clone!jisung (🌷)

I’m still waiting for the original story to be posted T^T I need a jisung fic to make my night <//3

renegade or whatever.

dancing is not on your list of interests, but park jisung definitely is.

pairing :: park jisung x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + social influencer au word count :: 5,001 words warnings :: none playlist :: bright (echosmith) ⋆ it’s yours (nct dream) ⋆ message in a bottle (taylor swift) ⋆ cutie (coin) ⋆ peachy (bad suns) author’s note :: the series has finally been revived, let’s goo !! jisung bestest boy ever so of course, I had to write his next ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

There are three things in life Park Jisung is absolutely terrified of.

Okay, that’s a big fat lie, and even he knows it. There are actually many things he’s scared of, but that would take forever to list, so here are the top three, starting from the bottom:

#3. His mom when she’s mad at him (deserved).

She found out he bet Chenle all his meal points that Jaemin would confess to his best friend before she would (Spoiler: he ate ramen everyday for a whole semester. Luckily, Mark sucks at buying groceries online and ordered too many bulk boxes of that instant MSG filled goodness).

#2. Bugs and ghosts.

Both float or fly around and always come out of nowhere. So yeah, he’s putting them together. Also, he’s never going to forgive Donghyuck for convincing him to swap cameraman duties because he ended up filming the Mothman episode for Dream Unsolved while Donghyuck got to enjoy three lobster rolls at three drastically different price points.

Combining his two second tier fears? That’s a recipe for the: Worst. Night. Ever. It was so bad, he wanted to give it a zero (out of five stars), but Renjun said that’s not possible. So he gave it a one. But it’s still a zero in his books.

#1. Confessing to his best friend.

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the first segment got me HOOKED

#i need a chenle in my life /srs

#not because of the black card that's a bonus

#but because of his humor and daegal HAHAHAHA

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘—

zhong chenle x reader

1.4k words, yours and chenle's relationship in four segments, like one curse word?, fluff + flirting af (it's chenle)

a/n: i hate myself. like actually

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘, 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬

Zhong Chenle whipped out a slick, black credit card like it was the prophetic card you had pulled from his deck in a magic trick. You raised a brow, unimpressed, as he handed it over to you across the café counter for you to insert into the credit card reader. A black card for a four dollar cup of coffee? 

"So uh, are you doing anything after your shift?" He asked, leaning against the counter with one hip as he took back the card and tucked it into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. Chenle brushed the dark hair from his forehead, glancing at you with cool nonchalance. 

You were close to telling him that this was a McDonald's drive-thru. Maybe if you weren't so tired from today's shift, you would have given him the reaction he wanted: shy giggling, tucking your hair behind your ear, smiling through soft blushes. Instead, you could only give him a half-hearted smirk. "Probably take a nap."

"You could take a nap with me."

"Uh-huh." You finished off inputting his order into the system with the eraser of your wooden pencil. You spun the pencil between your fingers, tucking it behind your ear. You pretended you didn't see how Chenle's eyes bursted into hearts while he watched you do that particular move. "Could I get you anything else?"

"Yeah, actually." He feigned confusion as he patted down his jacket and pants pockets. "I think I lost my number. Could I borrow yours?"

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘

You groggily ruffled through your damp hair with your towel as you walked into your room. You kicked the door closed, aiming for your phone sitting on the nightstand connected to the charger. The screen had gone dark after you had taken a very indulgent hot shower. So much so that steam had trailed after you when you opened the door, and you were certain you would hear from the landlady about your hot water use again sometime this week. 

"You took that long to shower and you didn't invite me over?" 

You rolled your eyes and silently thanked god that Chenle wasn't here to see your smile. "In your wildest dreams, Zhong."

"Hell yeah, you're in my wildest dreams," he drawled through the phone call. "And in every one of my other dreams, too."

You hung your damp towel on the end of your bed and crawled under your covers. The phone screen lit up again as you tapped it awake to be met with Chenle's profile picture: him with his hair tied in a ponytail, like a little sprout. He always teased you for admitting he was cute in the photo, but you knew that he had originally been so embarrassed when he found out. That bit of intel was courtesy of some of Chenle's roommates, Jisung and Renjun. 

"Don't you have practice tomorrow morning?" You asked him. You tucked yourself in, eyes pinned to his smiling face in the profile picture. "You should sleep."

Chenle's warm chuckle echoed through your phone. "You'll miss me too much, baby. But I'll let you fall asleep first, how does that sound?"

The corners of your mouth curled upward. "You're so stupid."

"Stupidly in love with you."

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗬

It was quite the sight. Who knew Zhong Chenle was so good with kids?

From across the living room, you watched in barely concealed fondness as Chenle amused your baby nephew on one knee, and let your toddler niece go ham on his hair. She was tying up his hair in different sections, having developed an immediate love for the black with pink highlights. Chenle's eyes were upturned crescents of absolute joy. He didn't seem to mind the tugging of his hair at all, nor did he break a sweat lifting your nephew up and down in the air five billion times on end. 

One of your aunts offered you a glass of cider as she passed, and when you refused, she followed your gaze across the room. "Oh, he's a keeper."

You smiled like some lovesick teenager, leaning onto your knees to stare some more. "He is," you agreed. 

Chenle caught your gaze and winked. I love you, he mouthed to you. 

You blew him a kiss, mouthing back, I love you more.

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦

You didn't think that you would be spending New Year's Eve on a yacht in the middle of the Han River, but here you were. The party raged on late into the night with all of your friends and Chenle's friends present onboard. He had apparently been planning this for awhile now, and you had a feeling about this since you caught Jungwoo and Mark giggling at you earlier today. 

They were terrible at keeping secrets, and the only reason you hadn't gotten to interrogate them was because Chenle had appeared out of nowhere to whisk you and Daegal off to the park near the pier for a quick excursion. Daegal was practically yours and Chenle's child.

Yes, you would only approve of Mark as her partner. No, you would not give Haechan your blessing. 

As the night approached its climax, you found yourself leaning against the railing on the starboard side. Your eyes watched the glowing apartment windows and you listened to the sounds of celebration from all over the city. The waters were calm tonight, dark like the obsidian of Chenle's eyes. 

"You're not cold?" A warm suit jacket was draped over your bare shoulders, then an arm wrapped around your waist. 

"Not anymore," you mused, hands resting on Chenle's chest, fiddling with the gold tie that matched your champagne colored dress. 

He smiled at you, leaning in to press a kiss to your mouth. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah, just needed some space from the madness."

"Ah." After years of being together, it was no surprise to him. You two were a bit different in that way, where he thrived off of interactions with others, whereas you needed time to recharge your social battery. He shifted so he hugged you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder as you both looked out at the city skyline. "I've been thinking."

"Uh oh," you teased. "That can't be good."

"Yah!" He tucked his face into your neck and you giggled at the feeling. He laughed with you, kissing your throat where your pulse raced. "As I was saying… I've been thinking."

"What about, Lele?"

"About us, actually." 

Your heart stopped for a second. Had you done something wrong? Was this a bad kind of thinking then? There was a moment where your entire relationship flashed before your eyes, and your realized that no, if he was going to end it—no, you would fight back, tooth and nail. 

But that wasn't necessary. 

Chenle turned you to face him and you saw the silver in his eyes, the tremble of his bottom lip. "Yn."

His hand snuck into the inner pocket of his jacket and you felt the tears falling already. 

You both laughed through your oncoming tears as he sunk down to one knee and pulled a dark velvet box out into the open. "Yn Ln, ever since you made me the crappiest cappuccino on the face of the earth—"

"Oh, fuck you," you laughed. 

He grinned. "I'll get to that; don't worry." 

Then he cleared his throat, tried to channel every drop of love that he had for you. "I don't want to drink anyone else's cappuccinos for as long as I live. As soon as I saw you, I knew that I wouldn't need anyone else." He shook his head, hating himself for crying himself an absolute mess, but if it was for you, he would cry until the world drowned. "Yn, baby, I love you. Marry me?"

You ignored the cheers of everyone behind Chenle, all of them with their phones out. 

You nodded, grabbing onto his hands, onto the box that opened to reveal the prettiest pink diamond. "Yes!—God yes—"

Chenle stood, wrapped you up in his arms, and kissed you so hard your head spun. You held firmly onto his biceps; at some point, his jacket had fallen from your shoulders and onto the deck. 

"Look up there!" Someone shouted, and you directed your attention up to the night skies. 

Fireworks erupted from some place further along the banks of the river, but your eyes focused only on the ones that spelled out "SHE SAID YES" in the sky. 

As Chenle slipped the ring onto your finger, you couldn't help but ask, "So if I said no—?"

"You weren't gonna say no."

"But what if—"

He rolled his eyes and cupped the back of your head, pulling you to him. "Oh, shut up, and kiss me." 

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me, an empath, sensing that this will not end well because I've been reading aus like this in the past 2 years BUT IDC FRIENDS TO LOVERS TO STRANGERS TROPE I GUESS

heart can’t lose [47]

PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. language

WORD COUNT. 0.5k

SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.

( FLASHBACK; PALACE IN THE SKY. EARLIER. )

“I’m saying that I like you, Donghyuck.”

It was silent after that, and Hera didn’t think she would be exaggerating if she said it felt like everything just stopped.

Donghyuck was looking at her, eyebrows raised and wide-eyed. She could tell that he was speechless, and that he was already trying to think of what words he could say to her, evident by how he opened his mouth before closing it again.

She didn’t know what to say now, either. She didn’t really think about this. When he asked her to go on this trip with her, she wasn’t thinking about telling him about her feelings—but here they were now, looking at each other as the words she said still hung in the air.

God, had silence ever been this loud before? she asked herself.

“Hera… you know that I don’t have the time for a relationship right now, right?”

She felt her heart drop. Despite expecting it already, it still hurt. Still, she smiled up at him. “I know,” she said, “but I wanted to be honest with how I feel about you, Hyuck. I can’t keep on pretending that I only see you as a friend when it’s so obvious that I don’t. And if you don’t feel the same, it’s fine—”

“It’s not that, Hera, I—” he paused, while Hera looked at him in confusion— “Part of the reason I didn’t talk to you these past few days other than because of the finals was because I had been doing some thinking too.”

“About what?”

“About you,” he replied. “It’s not that I don’t like you like that, Hera, I just don’t want to hurt you."

It’s not that I don’t like you like that, the words repeated in her head.

“If I enter a relationship, that should be one of my top priorities, and I can't give that to you right now."

"I'm not saying you should be in a relationship with me right away," she retorted, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion. "Hyuck, I understand that you're prioritizing your studies and extracurriculars right now, and I know that you're not ready to be in a relationship yet. I'm just saying that I'm willing to wait for you."

"But can you?" he asked quietly. "Acknowledging my feelings for you terrifies me because I've never—” he shook his head— “you mean so much to me, Hera, I don’t want to lose you if something happens, or if I fuck this up."

She reached for his hand and squeezed once to try and ease his mind. "You won't lose me," she assured him before she took a deep breath and said, “Look, I like you, and I want to show you that I'm serious with how I feel for you if you'd let me—but please don't think that I'm expecting anything from you in return, because I'm not. I'll take whatever you can give me, Hyuck."

"So, just let me like you, alright? Let me sweep you off your feet, Donghyuck Lee,” she then joked, making him crack a small smile, squeezing her hand back.

He let out a light chuckle before nodding at her. “Alright, Hera Seo," he said, "sweep me off my feet."

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NOTE. here's what happened after the confession! how are we feeling, besties? :D

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#i actually would read this if it was a series or something

#ngl this is so entertaining wtf HAGAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

happy april fools day!

here’s a jisung oneshot where he clones himself :]

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