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mark lee has left nct dream and nct 127; nct as a whole. i am evry distraught and have no idea how to feel, nct really got me out of some tough places. i wont be active on here for a while as i will likely need time to process everything.
genre: crack, slightly (?) suggestive in haechans and chenles
content warnings: marks has his pov too (its mismatched whoops), swearing + none!
from jelly: haii!! i did this instead of my uni work and after seeing clips from the dream show 4... seeing everyone sob (esp ji) made my heart break </3 thats my family... not to mention now everyone is up in dreams business like leave my family alone!! using their names for views and clicks smh 🤦♀️anywhoooo, have a lovely morning/day/evening n don't forget to stay hydrated and eat well! （。＾▽＾）
update: "seeing everyone sob (esp ji) made my heart break </3 thats my family" oh ok no its ok im fine. :(((((((
zombie apocalypse au with... kang yeosang x reader (gn) | 1.6k
genre: angst, hurt/no comfort
description: the demolition of two lovers.
content warnings: mainly written from yeosangs pov, implied established relationship, not proofread (i'll reread it later)+ lowercase intended, there isn't much dialogue + description heavy, zombie au, descriptions of gore and violence, major character death... also probably a mess since i haven't written in 4ever <3
from jelly: haii so this is drastically different from my first 2 posts... i was listening to the bullets album, specifically early sunsets over monroeville and drowning lessons, and was heavily inspired to write this... if ur not familar with the song thats okay ^o^ but its recommended to listen to it or read the lyrics before reading (shameless mcr promo). please have a lovely morning/day/evening n don't forget to stay hydrated and eat well! （。＾▽＾）
it’s been three months since the broadcast sent the nation into a frenzy. twelve weeks since the pandemic was announced on every television and radio station.
doctors and virologists called it the most bizarre and life-threatening disease to grace mankind; a braineating parasite that awoke the deepest of primal instincts that lay within all humans, all within a matter of minutes.
its origins? unknown.
a cure? likely to never be found.
it turned civilisation into nothing more than hollow shells parading around with one, singular purpose; to consume any breathing being in its vicinity. the streets of the once lively neighbours were littered with piles of rotting flesh that vaguely resembled human bodies — chunks of human meat had been torn out viciously, deep bite marks apparent on the bodies that were still somewhat fresh.
a sight for sore eyes, you suppose.
you had lost so many in the 3 months since the population collapsed: your family, your friends, your family pet, people you met and failed to protect; it weighed heavy on your soul and your conscience.
but you had one more person left, someone who seemed to bring light to even the dullest days, who vowed to stand by your side til’ the very end. the man you had loved and cherished long before all hell broke loose; kang yeosang. he was your rock, as were you his anchor.
after witnessing so much violence, gore and the most inhumane acts that even the mere thought of made you want to vomit, yeosang was there, he always was; and even when you were crumbling on the inside, you made sure he knew you were there for him.
even through all the fond memories you shared with the man, the foul stench of decay hung heavy in the air as a permanent reminder of what the nation had become. the gloomy fate that was out of anyones control.
and you started to realise that fate can be cruel.
your feet had hit the pavement in a quick rhythm, with yeosang following closely behind you. although the street was filled with the groans and growls of the infected, the only sounds that were registering in his brain were your panting and his heart beating hard against his chest, begging for an escape. yeosang clutched the swiss army knife in his right fist, his shirt clinging uncomfortably to his sweaty back.
yeosang made the mistake of glancing over his shoulder, silently praying that you both had somehow outran the herd, but to no avail, they were still on your tail. panic began to bloom in his chest, crawling its way through every ounce of his being and latching onto his brain.
after turning a corner, his heart sunk to the bottom of his stomach, and he heard you mutter a quiet “fuck”, your hand moving to rest on the revolver in the back pocket of your dirt-stained jeans; the street was a dead end, with a couple of rundown houses and a singular triple-storey house at the very end.
wordlessly, you both knew where to go.
yeosang had been split up from you after the two of you were ambushed by a herd of the infected. what began as a scavenging trip had turned into a hellish nightmare that seemed to never end. you were just out of reach, it felt like he could pull you into him and never let go, but the house was larger than it looked.
while none, he hoped, of the herd made it inside, the house had a handful of the infected roaming around, their moans and groans echoing off the wall like some twisted lullaby. if he listened faintly, he could make out the sounds of the infected dying out, courtesy of you.
it gave him peace of mind to know you were okay.
yeosang let out a ragged growl as he sunk his knife into the neck of an infected, then quickly retracted it to spear the blade into its forehead. his free hand steadied itself on the infected shoulder, grounding him as he used his foot to kick the infected square in the stomach, the monster flying back and collapsing against the wall with one final snarl.
his limbs had a painful ache searing through them and his senses were on high alert as he scanned the dim room for any other viable threats; thankfully, he had managed to take out the last of the infected in the area. wiping the blade of his knife on his pants, he trod lightly over the mass of bodies, carefully making his way to the flight of stairs.
he had to find you.
yeosang ran his hand through his hair as he took meticulously slow strides up the staircase. once he had finally reached the top , his body began to move without a second thought, almost acting on instinct. he stalked down the corridor, occasionally pausing to listen out for any sign of your wellness.
he stopped at a door that was left ajar near the end of the corridor.
he held his breath.
and ever so faintly, he could hear it, sense it; you. your presence.
relief washed over his body when his ears picked up on the sound of an infected hitting the wooden planks with a harsh thud and a breathy groan. with a smile on his face, yeosang wasted no time in pushing the wooden door open, eager to be reunited with you again.
his heart stopped.
his smile fell.
you were alive, barely, but the body he heard must've been you, because you laid on the floor, your whimpers making his ears ring and his head pound. the infected was dead, sprawled not too far from your curled up body. his eyes raked over your body, starting at your legs, moving up to your torso, to your pale hand that loosely clutched your own swiss army knife.
and to your forearm, where a deep, unforgiving bite mark had laid to rest.
"no," at first, it came out hushed, barely audible to the naked ear. yeosang dropped his knife, scurrying to kneel by your side, the floor creaking as he manoeuvred you into his lap. "no, no, no!" his voice finally cracked. he wailed as his composure shattered, hands smoothing down the sides of your face as you stared up at him with a vacant look in your eyes.
"sangie.." you managed to mumble, voice hoarse and low. you could just make out every detail on his face: the birthmark near his eye, the curve of his nose, his tear stained cheeks. you smiled, your gaze hazy fro the tears welling in your waterline. you took him all in as if it was the last time you'd ever look at your lover.
because it was.
you used what little energy you had to glance to your forearm, watching how the veins in your forearm had begin to darken. his eyes followed, a choked sob ripping from his throat, one hand flying up over his mouth. the reality began to set in stone; you were gone.
"i can't lose you, baby- you can't leave me here!" he spluttered, shoulders shaking with every word that left his mouth.
he thought it couldn't get any worse. loosing you was enough.
until you weakly reached into your back pocket, pulled out your revolver, and forced it into his hand.
the sobs stopped.
his eyes widened.
yeosang shook his head vigorously, mouth agape as you looked up at him with pleading eyes. by now, the veins in your neck had started to darken, and you were coughing up dark red, almost black, blood. it spilled all over your chin, and you looked like a mess; but he still thought you were the most beautiful person ever.
"don't let me turn into one of those, sangie," you breathed as calm as you could, although your tone told a different story. when his bottom lip quivered, hand reaching down to fist your shirt as his chin fell to his chest, you let out a pained sigh.
"baby-"
"i can't, i can't shoot you- how can you expect me to do that?" his voice wavered as words spewed aimlessly from his mouth. yeosang couldn't fathom it, how could he? how could he shoot the one person keeping him sane in this nightmare?
the revolver still laid in his palm, unmoving, and with the last bit of strength you had, you guided it to your temple. your heart shattered as you watched his whole body convulse, his dirty skin glowing in the light of the sunset.
"look at me, yeosang."
his gaze met yours. he saw the saliva that begin to pool in the corners of your mouth, and the way the light your eyes once had began to fade. your body twitched uncontrollably, and he could hear your bones cracking with every twitch; you were turning.
"i will find you again, i," you paused, a pained growl fighting its way out of your mouth, "i promise- let me go, sangie. hold me in here," your frail hand reached up to rest over your heart. you watched him gulp before nodding his head, his tears landing onto your face
a shaky breath left his mouth as his finger found the trigger. you gave him a soft smile, your eyes swollen from the onslaught of tears that laid upon your cheeks. you murmured your last words.
"i love you."
he whispered the sentiment back with what little courage he had left.
and with closed eyes and a heavy heart, the bullet lodged its way into your skull, your once warm body going limp in his lap.
haii jelly here! i just wanted to say ty for all the follows 🥹 i just started this sideblog and am feeling very grateful for everyone who follows me! especially from my first post 💗
i'll do a proper intro post soon (and what i write/rules)... but dont be scared to drop into my inbox if you want to talk or have a request or idea!! this is a safe place (oﾟvﾟ)ノ
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spin off with... platonic!ateez x 9th member!reader!
description: san loves putting a smile on your face, but what if someone turns your frown upside down because they drank the smoothie san poured his love into? will the smoothie culprit be caught?
content warnings: implied that they all live in the same dorm, lowercase implied + potential grammatical errors, absolute crack, swearing, san proving once again he is a major softie, chuu is mentioned (i luv her), i haven't written for a hot minute so this might be ass.. not properly proofread
from jelly: haii! this is a san spinoff of 88+ notifications, largely thanks to a comment by @teaxtease (whos texts i adore very much) that inspired me to hunt down the smoothie culprit. please check out my original post if you'd like, but i have included context for this story below the cut! have a lovely morning/day/evening n don't forget to stay hydrated and eat well! （。＾▽＾）
“san, why are we here?” hongjoong tilted his head at the younger man, arms folded across his chest as he bounced his left leg absentmindedly.
hongjoong was, to say the least, concerned. san knew that he, yunho and seonghwa had schedules to attend to, and their managers do not take nicely to tardiness. it was just their luck that san had decided to call an emergency meeting right before they walked out the front door.
“seriously, if this is over nothing, i am going to be pissed,” yunho sneered through gritted teeth, jaw clenched in irritation. seonghwa all but glared at san, although something behind his eyes read as worried for what the issue could possibly be. are members arguing? was there something wrong with his health? a plethora of questions began to race through his brain, worry lacing his face.
san, who was leant up against the wall on the opposite side of the room, let out a grunt as he shoved his phone into the pocket of his pants with a click of his tongue.
“the others aren’t coming, they’re all out” he sighed, his gaze finally lifting to meet the glares of hongjoong, seonghwa and yunho. silence weaved its way through the room as san stalked towards the lounge, buff arms slowly folding across his chest with an unreadable expression on his face.
he stopped in front of the lounge, eyes lingering on the three older men before he spoke. seonghwa, who sensed san’s annoyance bubbling under his cold exterior, opened his mouth to speak, but was abruptly cut off.
“sannie, whats going o-”
“who drank the smoothie that was in the fridge?”
the room fell silent once again, bar for the quiet hum of the television in the background. seonghwas mouth was still open from when he was going to speak, a dumbfounded look resting upon his face. hongjoongs expression faltered, his brows furrowing together as yunhos head rolled back with a loud groan, his large palms dragging down his face in pure annoyance.
“choi san, did you just call a meeting over a fucking smoothie?” yunho hissed, his tone snappy as he began to push himself off of the lounge. “you’re fucking joking-”
“no, i’m serious! it was for y/n! its their day off and they’ve been working so hard. i made it for them to cheer them up and someone drank it!” san retorted, one of his arms unfolding from his chest to jab an accusing finger towards the elder men. at this point, yunho had stood up and taken himself out of the room, mumbling about how he cared about you, but seriously didn’t have the time for this.
hongjoong and seonghwa exchanged a knowing glance before hongjoong decided to speak up.
“san, it wasn’t any of us. we went out earlier for breakfast at 8:30 so we wouldn’t wake y/n up,” hongjoongs tone was sympathetic as he explained where they were in the morning.
although san might think he hides it well, he has an incredible soft spot for their youngest member. ever since debut, hongjoong and seonghwa had both noticed how much san took you under his wing, always being the one that encouraged you to open up to not only the cameras and fans, but to the members.
sans eyes softened slightly once he listened to their alibis, mentally noting that he had four potential culprits; yeosang, mingi, wooyoung and jongho. san apologised and thanked them for their time, signalling to the two men that they could leave for their schedules.
as he watched hongjoong and seonghwa leave the living room, san felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his pants. reaching into his pocket, he pulled his phone out, the screen lighting up with a singular notification.
lovely y/n 😊: "why are you and the others arguing in the living room?
san sighed, muttering to himself as he quickly typed back a reply.
"just sorting out some stuff, nothing to worry about!"
later that day...
a couple days later...
its bright outside when you awoke from your slumber. sun rays peaked through the gaps in the blinds of your bedroom window, blinding your sensitive eyes as you let out a groan.
your thick doona joined the floor with a soft thud once you sat upright, your hands massaging your eyes in a desperate attempt to jog your brain awake, and despite the soft breeze coming from your fan, you felt like you were suffocating in your room with how hot the weather seemed to be.
you were lucky that you had another day off. the others, unfortunately, had solo schedules to attend to while you had just finished yours a couple days ago. a couple days ago; thinking about the past 2 days reminded you of the chaos that broke out in the dorm. san had practically gone on a twenty four hour manhunt, trying to find the culprit that drank your delicious smoothie.
you can’t help but laugh to yourself at how ridiculous it all sounded.
your stomach interrupted your reflection of the past couple days, a low growl rumbling from within, signalling that it was time to start your day. begrudgingly, you dragged yourself out of your room, humming in appreciation at the deafening silence that filled the space; sure, you loved your members and the craziness that they bring, but you also appreciate the occasional peace and quiet.
after switching on the air conditioner, you lazily made your way over to the kitchen and pulled open the door of the pantry, eyes scouring the shelves in search for food that could satiate your hunger.
“oatmeal? no, i don’t feel like that… cereal? not enough for me…” you murmured to yourself, sighing as you shut the door in defeat. maybe there was something in the fridge? you could always have eggs on toast, which is quick and easy enough; you silently thanked the lord for not blessing you with yeosangs cooking skills.
you moved towards the fridge, pulling the door open to see if your members had been courteous enough to leave you at least three eggs for your meal. “please, let there be eggs, i swear to god if wooy-”
you paused.
a smoothie sat on the top shelf, in the very same cup that it was in when san made you one the other morning. in front of the smoothie sat a note with rushed handwriting scrawled over it:
“for y/n and y/n only.”
you let out a squeal as a smile graced your face, happiness bubbling on the inside. you snatched the smoothie with eager hands, instantly bringing the rim to your mouth and taking a big gulp. you realised the fridge door was still open, so you quickly moved to shut it, completely forgetting to check if there were eggs.
you sat down on one of the stools at the kitchen counter, your smoothie in one hand and your phone in the other. the dorm had cooled down by now, but that didnt stop the condensation from slowly dripping down the sides of the cup, pooling onto the counter. before you moved to grab a coaster, you opened your messages app with haste, pressing the contact of who you knew made the smoothie.
a frown formed on your face, your eyebrows creasing as you reread his message a couple of times; "i didn't make you a smoothie this morning :(". what does he mean he didn't make you a smoothie? it was in your hand.
when you swiped out of sans contact, you saw a spam of messages at the top of your feed that you somehow missed. you looked at the contact name, and your mouth curled into a genuine smile as you opened the chat.
texts with... platonic!ateez x 9th member!reader (gn)
description: variety of texts between ateez and their 9th member; some fluff, some crack and some comfort!
content warning: likely ooc ateez, reader is written as the maknae (jonghos age/slightly younger), terms of endearment used platonically (honey, lovely), jongho plays with your hair but its any length, its unclear which dorm/apartment the reader lives in!
from jelly: haii first post here! my blog is a work in progress so bare with me... i hope these put a smile on your face. have a lovely morning/day/evening n don't forget to stay hydrated and eat well! （。＾▽＾）
texts with... platonic!ateez x 9th member!reader (gn) | san spinoff
description: variety of texts between ateez and their 9th member; some fluff, some crack and some comfort!
content warning: likely ooc ateez, reader is written as the maknae (jonghos age/slightly younger), terms of endearment used platonically (honey, lovely), jongho plays with your hair but nothing else is specificied, its unclear which dorm/apartment the reader lives in!
from jelly: haii first post here! my blog is a work in progress so bare with me... i hope these put a smile on your face. have a lovely morning/day/evening n don't forget to stay hydrated and eat well! （。＾▽＾）
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