Chapped Lips

chapped lips

pairing — na jaemin x gn!reader

tags — fluff, clingy jaemin!, established relationship, 0.4k words, unedited

"what's taking so long?" jaemin's voice comes from behind you, his face appearing next to yours on the mirror.

wordlessly, you motion to the array of skincare arranged neatly before you. jaemin frowns, his hair flopping to his forehead as he rests his chin on your shoulder. you laugh at his clingy nature, "patience, baby. i'll be done in a second."

jaemin sighs as your hand reaches for another product on the bathroom counter. he's been through this many times before and he's always reached the same conclusion; trying to get you to do your skincare faster is an argument he can never win against.

you smile fondly, recognizing his defeated expression. "i swear i'll be done soon. you wanna wait here?" you ask, twisting open your tube of lip balm.

your boyfriend shakes his head. "i'll wait outside." he reluctantly lifts his face and presses his lips to your cheek.

before he turns around and leaves, you call his name. "mm?" he hums, his eyes blinking slowly as he gets drowsier by the minute.

"your lips are really chapped," you comment. his face is back hovering above your shoulder; you know he's tempted to nuzzle into the nape in your neck and cling onto you until you're finished with your nightly skincare routine. "do you wanna use my lip balm?" you offer the tube to him.

jaemin stays quiet, pursing his lips. you turn to look at him, thinking he fell asleep standing upright with his eyes open. to your surprise, he was watching you intently instead of blanking out. you cock an eyebrow as his eyes travel down your face. "i know another way i can get my lips less dry."

you laugh at the remark, slapping his arm lightly. "go wait outside."

he stays in place, looking like a sad puppy that just got kicked outside for sleeping in your bed. you roll your eyes, knowing there's only one way to make him to stop pouting and wait patiently for you to finish your skincare routine. finally giving in to what he wants, you softly press a kiss to his lips, and you can feel the corners of his lips curling up as he smiles victoriously. "go, you big baby," you mumble when you pull away.

jaemin grins before turning around. "hurry up!" he yells before closing the door behind him, leaving you to smile to yourself at his antics.

ARCANE | CH.10 | 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

Chapter Song:

Dynasty > MIIA

“Hey babe? Do you have a minute?

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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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Beautiful

pairing : donghyuck x gn!reader

fluff , angst , hurt / comfort

warnings : self-doubt , insecurities regarding looks and image

word count : 1.4k

a/n : trying to describe the position these fuckers were is was the absolute bane of my existence. anyways , im a haechan sympathist until the end .

Free days with you were few and far in between. Almost always fleeting or cut short much too soon by surprise dance practices and pressing interviews. Donghyuck knew this wasn’t any fault of his own, his job kept his schedule booked and busy. But he still felt guilty and neglectful as a boyfriend at times.

You always assured him this wasn’t the case. Claiming the nightly phone calls and quick coffee dates were more than enough. Still, he missed you.

So when his phone lights up with a cancelation message from his manager, he nearly jumps from his seat at breakfast. Mark reads the text aloud from his phone, “… a severe storm is set to roll in within the hour. Road travel has been deemed unsafe, all schedules for the day are postponed.”

Donghyuck is smiling and typing away at his phone before Mark can get through the rescheduled dates. Texting you the news and urging you to get over as fast as possible ahead of the storm.

“Haechan, are you listening?”

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ARCANE : INIZIO | CH.2 | NCT DREAM X READER

Inizio (n) : an Italian word for the beginning or start of something.

*****

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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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: aftermath | ljn

summary | you're sick—it's unavoidable, you can't be healthy all the time. unfortunately, the night before you came down with the fever, you had a massive fight with your boyfriend, who is the only person available to take care of you.

genre | a bit of angst and fluff

wc | 1.3k

a/n: i don't think i've ever had a worse parasocial relationship than my one with jeno <3 peace and love hope u enjoy

SOMETIMES, you seriously think the world is out to get you.

As you lay in bed, curled up into a ball and coughing out a lung every couple of minutes, you wonder if you did something to deserve the past 24 hours of your life. You’d felt just fine yesterday, running every errand under the sun and having a genuinely productive day up until dinner.

Jeno was a good boyfriend, and your relationship was a good one—he never missed an anniversary, you didn’t fight often at all, and you had a good understanding of boundaries between one another. Of course, that didn’t mean you’d never experience a bump in the road, you just wish it hadn’t been so inconveniently timed.

You don’t even remember what you were arguing about at this point, all you know is that it was mostly your fault, and it wasn’t too kind of an argument. It ended with Jeno storming out of your apartment and disappeared into the city, leaving you to cry your eyes out for the rest of the night. Then, you woke up this morning with a high fever and weak lungs, and—with no one else to turn to—you sent Jeno a pathetic text about your current state of being.

Despite all your misgivings, the mean words you threw and the general lack of reasoning behind your actions the night before, Jeno showed up about 15 minutes after your initial text with a bag of various medicines and the biggest bottled water you’d ever seen in your life.

Right now, he was sitting in bed next to you, using your TV to play some random game with Jaemin and Renjun. You hadn’t outright talked to him for most of the day, but you’d laid right next to him for hours, and he got you every single thing you needed.

When it was time to eat, he made you soup and insisted that you ate it. He made sure you were drinking water. He kept tissues next to you at all times, and wet towels for you to place on your forehead. He took your temperature every few hours. He cleaned up your kitchen and bent at your will whenever you needed him to.

Even though you were so, so terrible to him the day before.

Quietly, you pushed yourself up from your curled position, sitting on the edge of the bed for a sec.

“Need something?” Jeno asked, a hint of concern seeping through the flat tone he’d been trying to keep up all day. You just shook your head, slowly standing up and trying not to pass out from the sudden wave of dizziness that hit you.

“Restroom,” you croaked back, cringing at the pain in the back of your throat. Your steps were slow and uncoordinated, to the point where Jeno kept his eyes on you for the entire time you approached the doorway. Faintly, you could hear Renjun yelling at him to play the game, and Jaemin giggling about it at the same time.

Once you made it out into the hall, you just about burst into tears. This was seriously the worst day you’d ever lived in your life—your head hurt, hell, your whole body hurt, you couldn’t go five minutes without coughing up a storm, you felt nauseous and dizzy and overwhelmed by the sickness your body was fighting. On top of that, your boyfriend was practically ignoring you, even if he was tending to your every need.

You took your final steps into the bathroom, flicking on the light and quietly closing the door behind you. Now feeling too weak to keep standing, you slid down the wall adjacent to the sink, shoving your face into your hands. You allowed the tears to flow, crying over how you felt, how awful the last day had been, and how guilty you felt towards your beloved boyfriend. All you wanted was a hug and reassurance that you’d be better soon, but all you got was cold stares and detached care, all of which was your fault.

If you had the energy, the voice to apologize, you would’ve ages ago, but with the knives in your throat, you could barely utter more than one word at once.

A sob escaped your throat, the pain ricocheting down your neck, and it only made you cry harder. You wanted to disappear yourself and never come back out if it meant you could just stop feeling like this.

Of course, Jeno knew you better than anyone else. He could always tell when something was wrong, and he always knew when to leave you alone or when to offer his help. Three knocks resounded on the bathroom door, rhythmic and slow, informing you of Jeno’s presence.

“Can I come in?” he asked, finally losing the monotony he’d carried throughout the day. Unsure of what you wanted at that moment, you just knocked on the door back, mimicking him. He took that as a yes, opening the door just a crack and slipping through it.

Wallowing in your self-pity, you brought your knees up to your chest and kept your eyes trained on the floor. You’d rather die than look at him right now.

Jeno sat down on the floor across from you with his back pressed up against the cabinets under your sink. For a moment, both of you sat there in silence, waiting for one or the other to fill the quiet void.

“Why are you crying?”

If you’d been in better spirits, the easy response would’ve been “why do you think?” but the thought of angering him more made you feel even sicker than before.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to croak out, trying to suppress the oncoming wave of tears you felt bunching at your eyes. If you cried any harder, you would’ve coughed a bit more than your lungs out.

Jeno let out a quiet scoff, making your stomach drop to the floor. This was the part where he broke up with you, or something, telling you to get a friend to come to take care of you. He’d take all of his stuff out of your apartment, from his extra gaming laptop to all of his workout stuff, and leave without a trace, leaving you on the bathroom floor.

“Come here,” he muttered, gently grabbing your wrist and tugging at your arm, waiting for you to comply. You didn't budge, but he just kept tugging, quietly nagging for you to listen. Slowly, you gave in to his request, pushing yourself across the floor and moving to sit next to him. “Not what I meant.”

With a quick pull, Jeno had you sitting up against him, arms draped around your waist and his head on top of yours. “I’m not mad right now. You don’t need more stress.”

There were a few more beats of silence, and, when Jeno confirmed to himself that you weren’t going to talk, he continued. “We were mean to each other last night. You weren’t the only offender—I started the whole thing. If anyone should apologize, it’s me. Especially for how I’ve treated you since this morning. I’m sorry.”

“You took care of me, though.”

“It doesn’t matter what I did, I wasn’t nice about it. Okay? Now everything is settled, and it’s all back to normal, and you can stop feeling worse than you need to.” Jeno leaned down and placed a kiss on your neck, squeezing your waist in the process. “We can watch a movie or something. And, when you feel better, we can talk about things if you want. But for now, rest up, and let me take care of you more."

thank you for reading! <3