Finally, Jisung Content

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 (🌷)

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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( 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.”

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.”

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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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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