[7:40 Am] Hi Angel! Jaemin Sang When You Answered His Face Call. His Bright Smile Filled The Whole Screen,
[7:40 am] “Hi angel!” Jaemin sang when you answered his face call. His bright smile filled the whole screen, while you kept yours off, as you didn’t look your most beautiful right now.
He called while you were getting ready; in your bathrobe, curlers in your hair, concealer on your face and still a little sleep in your eyes.
“Hey, why are you calling now? Isn’t it like night where you are?” You asked, continuing to get ready.
“I wanted so see you before I sleep! Turn on your camera angel!” He whined.
“Well, give me about ten minutes, and I’ll be ready,” you said, trying to blend the concealer: “I look a little funny now.”
“Angel, you’re beautiful no matter what! Now let me see that gorgeous face of yours!” He assured, getting all close to the screen.
With a sigh and slumped shoulders you turned on your camera, trying your best to smile for him. The moment he saw you, he cooed and sent an flying kiss.
“Are you making fun of me now?” You scoffed and continued getting ready, now that he’s already seen you.
“What? No! I would never make fun of my beautiful angel! Now let me just enjoy you while I fall asleep.” He smiled and stared at you with eyes full of love.
“You’re crazy Na Jaemin.” You laughed.
“Crazy about you.”
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heart can't lose [63]
PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc
WARNINGS. none
WORD COUNT. 0.4k
SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.
NARI WASN’T SURE what time it was already. All she knew was that it had been a while since they left the cinema, she and Jaemin just walking side by side as they made their way to his condo building.
“You should just stay over,” Jaemin said, catching her off guard.
“What?”
“God knows what time it is already, Nari, you can just stay over. You only have afternoon classes tomorrow, right?”
“Right,” she muttered, nodding her head. “But is that okay with you, or—”
He chuckled, cutting her off, and she couldn’t help but turn her head to glance at him, catching a glimpse of the small smile on his lips.
If she felt like her heart was burning inside her chest at the sight of him like that—smiling, with his face aglow because of the lights from the streetlights—she’d never admit that to anyone.
“Of course, it’s okay,” he said, turning to her, “it’s not like you’re a stranger or something. I’ve had other people stay over before.”
Nari couldn’t help but wonder if “other people” included Hera.
She quickly shook the thought out of her head, which Jaemin had noticed, brows furrowing as he looked at her.
“You okay?” he asked with a laugh. “Why are you suddenly shaking your head?”
“It’s nothing,” she waved off. “Just tired.”
He let out a sigh. “This is why we should have just rescheduled watching the movie for the weekend,” he said. “You were already tired with your internship, you didn’t need to come here.”
“And I told you, it’s fine,” she countered, “there would’ve been a lot of people if we watched during the weekend. Plus, you wanted to watch the movie already, didn’t you?”
Jaemin didn’t respond after that, and she found herself turning to look at him again, only to see that he had stopped walking.
“Jaem?” she called, stopping a few feet away from the boy.
“You know, it’s really fine with me that they’re together, you don’t need to always try and make me feel better.”
She didn’t know if she should feel guilty that as of lately, the reason that she had been hanging out with him was because she wanted to, not because she thought he needed to get his mind off Hera.
Somehow, the thought of him thinking that that was the reason kind of stung, how for her this was something that she wanted, that she really just liked being with him, but for him it was just some sort of distraction, something to make him stop thinking about the girl he had been in love with for years, just for a moment.
Despite all that, she only smiled at him and nodded. “I know, Jaem.”
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ARCANE : INIZIO | CH.2 | NCT DREAM X READER
Inizio (n) : an Italian word for the beginning or start of something.
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Summary: When human deviants granted with the abilities of the legendary Arcana cards find themselves racing against devious forces, they are left to make a choice that might change the fate of the world itself: be the victims of the game, or become the masters of it themselves.
But will this war end with a crowned hero?
Or will it just create another mad villain?
*****
Note: This is the second book of Arcane. The happenings in this story is a prequel to the first installment which you can check in my Masterlist. Since the lore is highly dependent on the first book, I highly suggest you check it out first—otherwise, new readers might have a hard time understanding what is happening here. Expect lots of time jumps and flashbacks throughout the chapters.
Pairings: Dream 00’ Line + Mark x Reader
Trigger Warnings/Themes: romance, violence, torture, trauma, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. 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. Please do not repost. I only publish my works in Tumblr.
© neonacity, 2022
IMPORTANT NOTE [PLEASE READ]: Since this is prequel, a lot of the scenes have happened in the past, before the happenings of Arcane. To make it easierfor everyone to navigate, I’m putting this symbol [&] before the start of every part that happens in the present time, post Arcane.
Previously > CH. 1 |

“Chenle! Pass the ball!”
“Come on, that kick sucks!”
You watched with a small smile as seven boys ran in the open field, their voices and laughter filling the air. The spring wind slightly ruffled your hair and the sundress you were wearing, a yellow number given to you as a gift by the same people you are watching now for your twenty-first birthday. You remained seated on the mat the eight of you have lugged around to the clearing behind Rosewood today, surrounded by the half-eaten picnic set-up they have arranged as a surprise. The day was perfect, and you were content silently watching the rest just run around now after Haechan decided to distract everyone with a game of soccer.
“Yah! You’re cheating!”
“I’m not! Maybe if you block the ball well then you’d have a fighting chance!”
“What are you talking about? There is literally no goal post and you’re just kicking everywhere!”
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what the puck!

pairing: hockey player!donghyuck x reader
genre: fluff, slight angst, a crackfic turned way too serious lmao
word count: 11.6k
synopsis: you hit the university’s star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue.
author’s note: sorry i came back after almost an entire year and dropped this instead of anything people actually asked for teehee 😋 also i know nothing about hockey so none of the sports stuff makes sense pls kindly ignore <3 big shoutout to miss cat and moon for coming up with the only good parts of this fic
warning(s): brief descriptions of injuries
playlist: and july (feat. dean and dj friz) by heize ― mixtape 2003 by the academic ― chit chat by beach weather ― 1983 by neon trees ― fearless by taylor swift

part i. lee taemin once said his ideal meet-cute is a girl running him over with her car <3
First off, to set the record straight—
You are not a bad driver.
There just so happened to be a bad thunderstorm, and your windshield wipers happened to malfunction, and you happened to lightly tap someone with the front of your beat-up Toyota Prius. Honestly, the person probably did more damage to your car that’s one airbag deployment away from spontaneous combustion than the car could ever do to him.
However, for some reason, the blurry figure that you can barely make out through the onslaught of rainfall doesn’t seem to be getting up off the ground.
Hurriedly putting your car in park, you clamber out in a panic as water pelts you in the face like one of those super strong hoses set on sprinkler mode. Without even asking if the person is okay, you lift him up by the shoulders and shake him violently.
“Oh my God, please don’t die! I literally can’t afford to pay for someone’s funeral right now,” you wail.
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ARCANE | CH.11 | 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 | CH.9 | CH.10
Chapter Song:
Run Boy Run > Woodkid

“Here… Have some water.”
You blindly reached out for the glass that Ten pushed towards you from across the table. Numbly, you watched as your pale fingers wrapped around it, the cold seeping into your skin like painful pinpricks. The hubbub of the coffee shop around you sounded like white noise to your ears, a complete contrast of the deafening silence from the two men sitting in front of you now. Hell, you didn’t even realize that you called them during the mess of everything that has happened in the last two hours, but here you are, staring numbly at nothing in particular as both waited for you to speak.
“Hey… are you okay? You’re not hurt anywhere are you?” Kun asked carefully after a few more seconds of silence. You flinched despite the gentleness of his voice and raised your eyes to finally meet his.
“It’s okay. You don’t need to talk first, we just wanted to make sure you aren’t in pain or—”
“I think Cypher has my father.”
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𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 (teaser)

face your sins. free your soul.
pairing. mafiaman!jaemin x fem!reader
premise. you've known na jaemin since you were kids, and he's loved you since then. when you suddenly come back to him in an attempt to cut him off forever, he will fight tooth and nail to make sure that never happens.
genre. exes 2 lovers, mafia au, you're both criminals, mature themes (violence, blood, suggestive scenes, drinking)
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TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 900 WORDS)

Na Jaemin was as beautiful as he was lethal. His hair, styled so perfectly effortlessly, was dyed like the dead of night (which unfortunately, or fortunately, was a very attractive color on him). He had opened the door in black slacks and a white button up rolled to his elbows, but anyone would fall to their knees at his beauty alone. His physique was chiseled to perfection, with a jawline of steel and a toned body from sleepless nights of training and martial art practice. At his collar, you could see a silver chain peeking out with the letter of your first initial hanging there—a claim.
He tucked one hand into the pocket of his pants, posture relaxed. His eyes lazily dragged up your form from your sneakers to the crown of your head, and you suppressed the shiver that went down your spine. Your knees almost gave out from the rasp of his voice alone: "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"
You got this, Yn. "Jaemin, look, I just wanted to—"
"Come inside." He stepped aside to leave room for you in the doorway, beckoning you inside with the slight incline of his head. "Unless you're afraid."
Depends what afraid means. But you knew he was baiting you, and that he wouldn't give you the time of day unless you did what he wanted. Not when you left him like you did.
So you obliged him and stepped through the door. As soon as you crossed the threshold though, you knew you regretted it. The door locked, and suddenly, the scent of clean, warm cotton was suffocating you. It wrapped itself around you like an embrace, threatening death or affection, depending on your next moves. It held you in a vice-like grip of familiarity and memory.
"You know the drill, Yn-ah," his sweet voice crooned, "slippers first. Then we talk." Jaemin was gone before you could protest, disappearing into the parlor to your left, no doubt to sit and wait with all the time in the world.
It wasn't like it was two in the morning or anything.
But you were in Jaemin's turf now, and you had to play by his rules again. You replaced your sneakers with a pair of fluffy slippers with bunny ears and followed him into the parlor.
He was pouring out a glass of amber colored liquid when you walked in. Lifting the glass toward you, Jaemin asked, "Want a drink?"
"I'm good." The smell of alcohol had slowly become unappealing to you after bartending for so long.
Jaemin settled in one of the leather armchairs with his legs spread wide, lap inviting. He looked divine, like a king, sitting there sipping his drink. "Sit."
"I'm okay." You inhaled a breath of air. "Jaemin, I need you to butt out of my finances."
You waited for the bomb to drop, the gun to fire. Absolutely anything. But all that you were met with was silence, a heavy sense that sat atop your chest and didn't even seem to relieve you just a little bit. Jaemin stared at you, cocking his head to the side with that dark, calculating gaze of his. There were times when you wished you could predict what he was thinking, but even when the two of you were together, those times were rare. Jaemin was a reserved and closed off person, even to someone as close as you were.
You felt like a child under his stare, and you willed yourself to stand stronger, firmer. "That's all I came here to say. You're not obligated to pay for my expenses, or Kina's expenses. And I don't want you to." I don't want shit from you anymore.
"You don't seem to understand—" he started, temple resting against his fist, "—that I want to do this for you."
"We're not together anymore—"
"I know." He smiled, and it was not the sweet, crescent-eyed bunny smile he saved just for you. No, it was the snake that hid in his shadow, always primed and ready to strike. You suppressed a shudder. It looked like he still wasn't happy with you; go figure.
You pursed your lips, arms coming up to fold across your chest. "You know why I left."
Jaemin knocked the alcohol back, then set the glass on the table. He stood with a sigh. "No, I really don't, Yn. I really don't know why you would leave this—" He gestured to the house around him, "—why you would leave home, why you would leave your family, why you would leave me."
He stepped toward you, and when you didn't back down, he took another step forward. From here, you could see the red rimming his eyes, shining with the emotion he always kept locked away. Every ounce of it—you wished he would just share a drop with you. Jaemin had never been good at being vulnerable.
"Help me understand," he murmured lowly to you, and his hand reached up slowly to cup the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing the flesh of your cheek.
You swallowed. "This isn't going to help you get over me, Jaemin."
His thumb traced the line of your bottom lip, his eyes dilating at the softness of it. "I'll never get over you, Yn." You'd hardly noticed how close he had gotten to you now, but you could hardly think straight with how he was looking at you.
"We're better as friends." You watched his expression shift slightly and noted the flare of his nostrils that would have been barely noticeable. You'd hit a nerve; yeah, you knew. Because you yourself didn't even believe those words as they spilled from your mouth.
"Prove it." His eyes hardened into steel. "If we're better as friends, then prove it. Kiss me."
