den. @ddeounuism - Tumblr Blog

hii!!! this is user ddeounuism on twitter!! will be having this as an archive account for my socmed aus/fics just in case twitter gets shut down for real 🥹

end-hyphen

90s heartthrob Jake

There’s just no rhyme or reason Only the sense of completion And in your eyes I see the missing pieces I’m searching for I think I’ve found my way home I know that it might sound More than a little crazy but I believe

I knew I loved you before I met you I think I dreamed you into life I knew I loved you before I met you I have been waiting all my life

enhypenfanbase

[TWITTER] JAKE

Have a good weekend today!!❤️

thelovefile

↳ a short enhypen au.

forever ruined by you ♪

pairing: kim sunoo x lee heeseung

genre: comfort. angst. fluff. romance. smau. socmed au.

content warnings: mpreg. cursing. kissing.

language: taglish

characters: sinag (ksn) , ace (lhs)

additional notes: this au is self-indulgent. still learning how to use tumblr. but i hope (new) readers will enjoy ^^

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are only the products of the author's imagination and are used in a fictitious manner. Names of certain idols are used, but not in any way resemble the idols themselves.

Other than that, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events, etc. are purely coincidental.

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simula.

chapter i

chapter ii

chapter iii

final chapter

disclaimers and thank yous.

heeseunq

jungwon ♡ en-o’clock ep. 46

writtenbyyjw

deeper.

A 190-word drabble.

They agreed this was gonna be entirely professional. But with the rate Jongseong's heart is going, it seems like professional won't be the only case here.

Four weeks—they've been working together for four weeks, and with every passing one, Jongseong melts along with his gouache, beyond salvation, towards oblivion.

As a fellow artist, Jongseong could understand just how much time, thought, and concentration has been poured by God onto this naked masterpiece in front of him.

Onto this man named Kim Sunoo.

His curves, those sharp lines, the dimples of venus on his smoother than marble back.

His skin, those amber eyes, the scarlet of his plump lips on that—

On that face.

God, his face.

Sunoo was unmoving on the platform where he lay, a perfect model for his obra maestra, but Jongseong has never felt so moved.

He was undeserving to behold a sight only reserved for the celestials, but if Sunoo decided he was worthy to glance upon his divine, then the only god he'll ever serve has spoken.