You The Medication When I’m Feeling Anxious

hHHHHHH HYUCK N FRECKLESS KAKAJSKAKSKJSKSS

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Hyuck, I'm completely devastated and Idk what to do. 🌻 He is so beyond adorable I just want to cry!!

❤️ Lee Donghyuck ❤️

too cute🥺🥺🥺

cotton and cuddles

pairing: Jisung x reader

genre: fluff

summary: after getting soaked in the rain you end up having to wear Jisung’s oversized clothes

note: i have no idea what this is…

requested by @ovelha-colorida-v 

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prompt: 17. guess i have to wear your clothes… but they’re so big!!

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You bolted through the door, Jisung following close behind. Both of you now stood in the middle of his living room, drenched from head to toe. “I told you it was going to rain.”, you said, scowling at Jisung. “That’s what made it more romantic.” He patted your head and went to get you a towel. “If I get sick it’s your fault.” You caught the towel Jisung tossed at you, drying the moisture off yourself. “If you get sick, I’ll take care of you.” Jisung gave you a sweet smile, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You can barely take care of yourself, how are you going to take care of me?” You looked at Jisung questioningly, hands placed sweetly on his chest. He gave your question some thought, finally answering, “I’ll ask my mom.” 

You both laughed at his ridiculously truthful answer. “Umm, my clothes are all wet.”, you spoke, coming back to reality,“Are my spare clothes still here or did I  wear them already?” “I’m not sure, let’s go check.” Jisung grabbed your hand, pulling you to his bedroom. As usual the room was messy. Various bright colour hoodies were thrown throughout the expanse of it. Multiple pairs of shoes laid near the foot of his bed. A large mound of what you assumed to be pillows and blankets, plus a few t-shirts were all conveniently pushed onto one side of the bed, leaving the other side clear. “Sorry for the mess.”, Jisung said as he rummaged through his closet which was equally messy. “It’s alright, I’m pretty used to it.” You sat at the edge of his bed, waiting for him to bring you your clothes. 

“I can’t find them. I think you already wore them. What are we going to do now?”, Jisung asked, fumbling with his hands. “I guess I have to wear your clothes.” Jisung stared at you like a deer caught in headlights. “But they’re so big!” You chuckled at his surprised expression and stood up. “Well I can’t stay in these wet clothes forever can I?” Jisung nodded and took you to his closet. He tossed you a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. “These pants are too small for me, so I think they’ll fit you.” Jisung picked out some clothes to change into for himself. He turned around to face you. “What’s wrong?”, he asked. You stood in front of him shifting on your feet awkwardly. “Where am I supposed to change?” Jisung walked out of the room. “You can change here, I’ll go in the bathroom.” You nodded and closed his bedroom door when he disappeared  down  the hall. 

Stripping your self of your wet clothes, you dried your body with the towel he had given you. You hadn’t realised how cold it was as you quickly slipped on Jisung’s hoodie. You sighed in content as Jisung’s comforting scent engulfed your senses.  Your hands were lost somewhere in the sleeves, leading to a struggle in pulling his pants onto your legs. After you had succeeded, you stared at yourself in the mirror, choking on your spit as you observed yourself. You knew you were smaller than Jisung, but you had never realised just how small you were. The hoodie came down to your thighs, ending a good five inches below your butt. The sweatpants were a whole other story. They barely managed to stay on your torso, hanging loosely at your hips while the ends pooled hopelessly around your ankles. You tried to tug the drawstrings of the sweatpants so that they’d be a bit more tight. Amidst your struggles you heard a knock on the door followed by Jisung’s voice. “Are you done yet?”

You huffed and plopped down on his bed. “I think I might need your help.” Jisung barged in through the door, a worried look on his face. His eyes scanned your body, face instantly lighting up as he began jumping around excitedly. “You look so freaking cute y/n!”  Jisung came up to you and squeezed your cheeks, eliciting a pained whine from you. It took you a second to take in his reaction and you suddenly started feeling shy.  “You’re so damn adorable!”, Jisung cooed. You ripped his fingers off of your face, pouting as he continued to baby you. “Are you going to help me or not?” Jisung finally halted his antics and nodded. “I can’t tighten these pants.”, you said, gesturing at the drawstrings. “So what do you want me to do?” Jisung asked confusedly. You rolled your eyes at his cluelessness. “Could you please tighten them for me?”

Jisung grinned at you, making you stand up. “I will. But you have to do something first.” You rolled your eyes once again and looked at him expectantly. “And what might that be?” Jisung leaned down to you bringing his face to your level. “Say that you’re ‘Jisung’s cutie’ and give me a kiss.” You pushed Jisung away, colour rushing to your face while your heart began beating rapidly. “Why should I do that?!”, you asked dumbfoundedly. “If you do I’ll let you cuddle me and you’ll also get to eat out of my ice cream stash.”

You contemplated the offer, eventually pulling Jisung down by his neck and planting a firm kiss on his plump lips. “I’m your cutie. Now will you please tighten these pants?” Jisung wore a proud smile as he pulled the drawstring of the pants until  they hugged your waist. He kneeled down and rolled up the extra length that had bunched up around your ankles. “Thank you.”, you mumbled, still wafting in second hand embarrassment from your previous actions. “Your welcome cutie.” Jisung looked up at you with a mischievous grin. Without a warning he threw you over his shoulder, darting out of the room and down the stairs. You shrieked and hit his back, demanding him to put you down. Jisung dropped you on the couch, tossing the tv remote at you. “Pick a movie. I’ll go get the stash!”

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bruh i love this

Believe a Demon - JISUNG

two years of darkness is officially over and i’ve got another story! wow look at me being productive what a fucking miracle

@chenle you told me at some point you were looking forward to jisung’s, well here it is! this installment is dedicated to you and @renjunious - dude, i don’t think you know just how much your reblog inspired me for this story. i hadn’t been able to do much with it for like a month, but after i saw your comment, i wrote out the last few scenes i needed to complete this :) thank you so much! <3 <3

it’s a given but thanks again to @chenle for the idea of a guardian devil! the post that inspired this all is linked here, give it a read!

Pairing: Jisung x reader

Genre: angst, fluff, angel/demon!au

Notes: reading “Trust a Demon” isn’t required to understand most of the story, but it might make some things less confusing. 

Word Count: 6.3k

Believe a demon, for they tell no lies.

Trust a Demon | Kiss an Angel | Love a Demon

Masterlist | Angels and Demons

who the fuck allowed you to do that you’re my age STOP

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pussy blocked.

Y/N’s unofficial guide on how to be a heartbreaker:

1. have fun. 2. never stay the night. 3. always be the first one to leave. 4. never hook up with the same person twice. 5. don’t fall in love with boys like lee jeno.

pairing :: lee jeno x reader genre :: angst, comedy, fluff ⋮ fuckboy/girl + college au word count :: 31,360 words warnings :: y/n has a breakdown at one point, dick jokes, sexual innuendos, implied sex but it’s like a romcom movie where we skip to the morning after because i don’t write about places where the sun doesn’t shine, and of course it’s not a luvdsc fic without a whole bunch of mutual pining playlist :: break my heart (hey violet) ⋆ lowkey (niki) ⋆ pancakes (lany) ⋆ i left a party for you (pilar victoria) ⋆ blurry (jp saxe) ⋆ slow (shy martin) ⋆ we’re fucked, it’s fine (jeremy zucker) ⋆ happiness (taylor swift) ⋆ this is how you fall in love (jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler) + extended playlist here. author’s note :: this is me putting my biggest fears on blast :’) ty to ti @m88n, steph @aqiaquas, tk god @eggyukhei, and lana @choerrypuffs for being my biggest cheerleaders !!! and especially to @wincore​ thank you for listening to all my incoherent ramblings and ideas and accepting it all within an hour of us starting to talk LOL ily moon ♡

i. the devil wears leather jackets.

“Thoughts on leather jackets?”

Yeeun hoists herself onto the scratched counter of the tiny bathroom, cheap neon strips of flashing lights pasted around the edges of the ceiling and the booming bass of the music barely muffled by the closed door. She swings her legs, the heels of her boots banging lightly against the cabinet beneath her.

“They’re cute. Why? Don’t you already have like, three of them?” Your fingers curl around the lip gloss your best friend offers to you. You thank her before you lean forward, uncapping the makeup and spreading an even, glossy coat over your lips.

“Not on me!” She taps her manicured fingers against her thigh rhythmically. “Actually, maybe on me. There’s a really good sale going on at Madewell right now. Maybe I’ll get one.”

“Another night of drunk retail therapy?” You pucker your lips, angling your face slightly to check that you had applied enough of the shimmery gloss. You quickly adjust the satin white crop top you have on that makes your boobs look phenomenal. Perfect. It’s the first party of your final year at university, and you would very much like to start it off with a bang and leave with a cute guy tonight.

“Sober me will thank me tomorrow.” She waves her hand dismissively before taking back the gloss from you and shoving it unceremoniously into her bra (because one hand holding a purse means one less hand holding a drink) before pushing herself off from her counter perch. “Anyway, you’re missing the point! What do you think of boys in leather jackets?”

You narrow your eyes at her, scrutinizing her fidgeting figure through the mirror. “Alright, spill it. Who’s this about?”

“I overheard Mark telling Yukhei that Jeno was asking about you.”

You temporarily pause in place, horror flashbacks already playing like a montage at the mention of him, before facing your friend, who’s already looking at you expectantly. “Did he say why?”

“Who knows? He started throwing up on Yukhei’s shoes, so I had to move away from the target zone.”

You wince at that. Poor Mark was always a lightweight and yet, he always accepts whatever drink Donghyuck hands him. And the latter always mixes concoctions with cheap vodka making up at least 40% of the contents.

“Isn’t this exciting though? The Lee Jeno is interested in you,” she squeals, grabbing onto your arm excitedly.

“I’ve been there. Freshman year, two minutes and beard burn. Literally, the worst experience of my life. Zero out of ten, no stars on Yelp, would swipe left on Tinder, maybe even report him to save other people from the horror.”

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