Finally, Jisung Content

finally, jisung content 😔🙏

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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 (🌷)

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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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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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.”

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.”

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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