Hii I Am New Here And I Don't Know If I Am Doing This Right But Jaemin/doyoung Enemies To Lovers Au

who gives a fuck about your pretty face when your heart is so fucking ugly

Snack Run with a Snack༄ j.jh

↳ On your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. You’re a little peeved, but at least Jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

pairing: idol!jaehyun x camera operator!reader (feat. johnny, jungwoo & doyoung)

genre: fluff, comedy, co-workers to lovers

warning(s): expletives

word count: 3526 words

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: crush (souly had) ✧ mango love (shawn wasabi, satica) ✧ make you feel pretty (lovelytheband)

Request 39: Jaehyun x Staff!Reader during movie night where she’s an extrovert and is close to all of the members.

← BACK TO NAVI.

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

Your fortnightly movie nights are always something you anticipate eagerly, no matter how frequent or repetitive they may be. It’s always nice being able to take a breather from the grievous monotony of your daily schedule to just kick back and—essentially—do nothing. You know the rest of the members cherish these ephemeral moments too, because despite all odds, they’ll valiantly try to show up and join you, or at the very least make an appearance. Once, Ten had even barged in, still with his extensions intact.

    To be fair, you’re not any better. When you heard that Jaehyun was participating the other day, you had dropped all other priorities just to come over. Safe to say, your roommate was not pleased seeing the state of the abandoned living room.

    Your vision sweeps the perimeter of the room. Usually, it’s packed to full capacity, but there are only four others here besides you today.

    “The glasses.” Doyoung purses his lips, planting his stare on a startled Jungwoo. “Where are the glasses? I thought I told you to get them?”

    Jungwoo smacks a hand to his mouth, the sound of skin against skin so loud that you wince on his behalf. “It totally slipped my mind. Honest to God. I got sidetracked.” He clasps your—an innocent bystander’s—shoulder with such force that you physically jolt forward. Jungwoo flashes you his signature million dollar smile.“Hey, could you be a dear and help me out? I still haven’t decided what movie we should watch tonight.”

    “Yeah, sure.” You grimace, already turning on your heel, mumbling, “You didn’t have to hit me.”

    “Thanks!” he calls after you. “And sorry!”

    His voice cuts through the hurried chattering between Jaehyun and Johnny which comes into earshot as you step into the kitchen. Their mouths move at the speed of bullet trains and Jaehyun’s hands flutter around his pensive face frantically. Maybe it’s the rose-tinted lenses, but the sight endears you. The slightest of chuckles escapes your lips at his delirium.

    Their bodies seize, their zealous conversation slipping into a steady silence.

    “What’s wrong?” you smirk. “Were you guys talking about me?”

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fav nct fics <33

last updated : 16.01.21

this is a list of some fics that i think are amazing (we stan author and writer nims uwu) and deserve lots of love from everyone!!

honestly i made this with no goal whatsoever, but i hope new tumblr users in the fandom can use this list to explore the world of fanfics :D

(i wont be tagging the writers because theres a tag limit and i dont wanna bother them yea,, but if you guys see this post then ily all)

f - fluff | a - angst | s - smut

TAEIL

vivid [a] - wonjaewook

JOHNNY

coming soon

TAEYONG

projection [a,s] - taeyongtime

a cut above the rest [f] - greennct

love in silence [a,f] - nsheetee

blue diner [a,f] - jungwooisms

yah! [f] - starlightkun

inked [f] - stormae

YUTA

cool blue [f] - dreaminghaos

les lettres d’amour [f,a,s] - royaljeongin

the one with the motel [f] - mistymark

KUN

coming soon

DOYOUNG

what a loser [f] - chipsandwaffles

red [a,s,f] - slightlymore

one day (PM 01:27) [a,f] - byunbaekby

untitled [f] - jungstruly

untitled [f] - slightlymore

untitled [f] - nsheetee

banksy’s scrooge [f] - kacchand-archive

streamline [f] - stormae

talk [f,a] - wincore

TEN

coming soon

JAEHYUN

teach or be taught [f] - sofhyuck

fighting for you honor [f] - chipsandwaffles

sunshine prince [f] - chipsandwaffles

be mine [f] - cozyjae

him and i [f,a] - loeyslover

for the one i’ve always loved [f,a] - taeyongtime

valentine’s couple [f] - prettywordsyouleft

the one with the diet coke bottle [f] - mistymark

WINWIN

anticipate the moss rose [f] - stormae

win [f] - jaeminlore

JUNGWOO

coming soon

LUCAS

zoom gone wrong with lucas wong [f] - scriptura-delirus

yukhei is not your boyfriend [f,a] - greennct

lifesaver [f] - kacchand-archive

MARK

unspoken [f,a] - nctstudio

yellow [f,a] - kireimarkeu

mark in a library [f] - greennct

a poem titled you [f] - celestialmark

it’s just a song [f] - kacchand-archive

let me know [f,a] - nctsworld

XIAOJUN

coming soon

HENDERY

shampoo [f,a] - nakyngs

RENJUN

[ 08:39 am] [f] - heartyyjeno

one foot in the golden life [f,s,a] - nsheetee

[ 08:03 am] [f] - najxemins

JENO

home [f,a,s] - byunbaekby

dollarstore mistletoe [f] - jishyucks

if [f], if II [f]- jishyucks

true love [a,f,s] - whereisten

all tangled up [f] - kacchand-archive

are you okay? [f] - yo-ddream

HAECHAN

[21:18] [f] - xoxohyuck

candy jar [f,a] - chu-ni

worth it [f] - jaeminzie

the apprentices [f,a] - taeyongs-star-earring

untitled [f] - hubbytaeil

maybe [f] - kacchand-archive

JAEMIN

everything [a,f] - huarens

bibliophile [f] - mydaintydaisy

untitled [f] - sehunniepotwrites

candy cane express [f] - cherdream

let’s play pretend [f] - luvdsc

i can feel your warmth [f,s] - loviejaehyun

smultronställe 1 [f,a], smultronställe 2 [f,a,s] - gohyuck

untitled [f] - rouiyan

new beginnings [f,a] - yo-ddream

YANGYANG

drive it forward [f,a] - dreamystuffers

CHENLE

chenle in your camera lens [f], you in chenle’s camera lens [f,a]- greennct

just friends? [f] - loonacitys

JISUNG

imgn | college crush [f] - mojwisungie

hot summer nights, mid july [f] - jaeminzie

lab partner from hell [f,a] - greennct

of school dances and love [f] - scriptura-delirus

SHOTARO

coming soon

SUNGCHAN

coming soon

SERIES

moonlight cafe - nsheetee

not clickbait - luvdsc

nct fraternity house - multikpopwriter

seven deadly sins - misfitneo

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genre(s): high school, fluff, competitive swimming, swimmer!winwin x gn!reader

warning(s): none :) (okay maybe if you’re scared of water?? but like it’s a pool...)

word count: 1k

The whistle delivers a sharp rip through the atmosphere in the natatorium.

The piercing tone alludes to the athletes standing in their separated lanes the prompt. They stretch, preparing their boost into the water. And the buzzer sounds.

Pushing off their individual stands, bodies fly forward, past the blocks that solidify as their start positions.

The once conviviality of the cheers in the arena fade and there’s an antsy wave of noise that crashes full force.

Who’s going to win?

The several men, each from a different school, dolphin kick for about 15 metres. Swiftly, they emerge and beginning their strokes in the aqua. The splashing in the lanes are markers of how far each person is.

As the race continues, there’s an evident gap forming. It separates the leader and the other competitors.

Tearing your eyes from the race, you glance down at the sheet with all your interview questions.

For the past two months or so, you’ve been able to get a daily glimpse into the swim team’s preparations. You’ve learned how much effort it took and how many sacrifices were made to be able to present proud today.

NCT United High School is certainly home to some of the best athletes in the entire region. Dare you say country.

Competitive swimming is no different.

Before you know it, the rowdy applause of the crowd erupts. It bursts your eardrums but your curious eyes trail to the competition.

The victor floats ebulliently in lane 7. His red cap enamours the exuberant assemblage of students and staff in the venue.

Roars of cheers and delirium congregate and boys from NCT United HS flock to the successor’s side. They drag him out of the water and celebrate by basically wringing their arms around him.

Mind you, he’s still dripping wet from his race just mere moments prior.

They could care less, and they start chanting. Something about being in the lover group.

Grazing past the rows of seats for viewing, you amble your way forward. Though, you make sure to take your time as to not burst into the team’s celebration.

Yuta cheerfully passes him a towel, never missing the chance to show his bromance affection with an “I love you” slipping past his lips.

Plodding closer, you nudge Yuta a little to the side. He sends you a punctual wink of his eye before the Japanese man struts off to the side with the rest of the group. A sly man Yuta is.

“Y/n, it’s a pleasure to see you here.”

Grinning, you incite your own greeting. “Congratulations, Winwin. You worked hard and it paid off.”

He shyly reaches his arm over, scratching the nape of his neck in his usual embarrassment. “Thank you. So, uh, are you here to interview me again?”

“Are you free?”

He hums in accord. “I have all the time in the world.”

You can’t help but smile as you diverge your irises once more to the paper in your hand. With a notebook in your other hand, you begin the interview.

“After all your effort, you just won the regionals. Besides the extensive aspects of the sport, what would you say to be your favourite parts of swimming?”

Blinking attentively, you watch him adjust his swimming cap, pulling it off with the least amount of energy. His dark hair is released from its cage and dribbles with droplets of water. His googles dangle cautiously around his neck. The warmth of a towel embraces him, over his shoulders, covering his slim torso.

“I like the silence that contrasts the cheers. When I put my head down, it’s silent. It feels like I’m in my own world. But then, when I take a breath, I can hear the bursts of spectators. I feel a balance of tranquillity as well as encouragement. It pushes me further—and I really like the thrill of it.”

His pupils shimmer with an immense adoration for his passion. It’s kind of cute in your humble opinion.

“I’ve never really thought of it that way,” you inquire, letting his words sink in deeper. “Is there something you dislike or find the most challenging in the sport?”

Your gummy, warm smile promotes him to respond. “Practices. I would rather watch some YouTube or lay in bed and sleep. It’s too much work. I know it is a bad way to think, but everything requires energy.”

A laugh crusades from your lips all because you’ve definitely experienced the application of his struggle.

“Then what would keep you motivated when you were feeling down? Especially since there’s no crowd when you’re practicing and you dislike practices.”

Winwin diverts his eyes, analyzing everyone except for you. Your hand is anxious and ready to move and jot down everything he is about to say.

“I did want to quit once,” he admits, bopping his head as he recalls the low he reached in the sport. “I didn’t want to continue driving myself forward for something that felt like a chore. Practices became dull and the routine became boring. There was nothing worth looking forward to, you know?”

“Absolutely. That’s a hard place to rebound from.”

“Yes, so I spent my time moping alone. Until,” he pauses, perhaps contemplating his following sentences.

“I met this person. They changed the game for me.”

“They were there at every practice, watching, learning, and documenting. I witnessed the love they had for their passion and the willingness they possessed to continue into the future.”

“They reminded me that improvement is wasting energy for the right things. Instead of being so caught up in what I didn’t want to do, that person showed me that I should focus the energy I would waste into advancement.”

The eyebrows on your face rise upwards. You did not expect that answer. It’s clear as day on your countenance that the answer was unanticipated. Yet, Winwin doesn’t seem to be too concerned.

“And may I ask who that may be?”

Your inquisitive gaze is met with a bashful grin. His eyes are urging you to give it a guess.

“Your coach?”

He shakes his head no.

“Your teammates?”

He shakes his head once more.

“Your girlfriend?”

Winwin frowns but still shakes his head, mumbling something along the lines of “I don’t even have one.”

“Then who?”

Winwin reluctantly tosses you a diffident, gentle smile.

“Who else? You.”

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I don’t know if you’ll see this but if your still doing Drabble requests but if so can I request fluff for jisung where the reader and him have been crushing on each other for a long time but never said anything until their friends finally had enough. I hope this make sense

Close Friend!Jisung x Female Reader

Content: fluff

Disclaimer: None of this writing depicts real life/reality and is strictly a work of fiction.

[7:22 p.m.]

"So, uh—where's Chenle? Have you heard from"—Jisung coughs—"from him?"

Your feet shuffle, kicking against the gravel as you shiver in the cold atmosphere. You really should've known better than to trust what Renjun had to say about the weather; he rarely leaves the apartment. "It's not that cold," he said.

Well, when you see him, you're putting your most-likely-frostbitten-hands on his face.

You heave a shaky breath, observing how white clouds leave your lips. You eye Jisung from head to toe while his tall stature stands a good distance from you. His eyes are glassy from the dry air and his shoulders stick up frozen. You don't have the energy to respond, fishing your phone from your flimsy fall-appropriate jacket to call Renjun.

After a few rings, you hear shuffling before you speak. "Renjun, I swear—"

"Did you tell him, yet?"

"—I'm putting all of your whites with the colors next time I do laund—what?"

He scoffs. "Ignoring that. Anyways, tell him—that you like him?" He says as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

Your gaze flickers to Jisung, who hides half of his face beneath his collar, rocking back and forth on his feet. You turn your back to him while your brows furrow. "This is what it's about? Where the hell is he—Chenle? He was supposed to spend—"

"He's with me."

"What? You guys are grade-A assholes," you hiss. Jisung takes a few steps closer, looking at you with half-concern and half-curiosity. The boiling rage that bubbles inside is almost strong enough to melt the snow, but you contain yourself in front of Jisung.

Chenle promised you two that he'd treat you to dinner, telling you to not bother bringing your wallets. How foolish of you to believe his bluff. The restaurant doesn't allow people to wait inside, putting their greed over decency as the host and staff alike watch you from the warm indoors.

He ordered a ride for you guys and you initially thought: "wow, what a guy." But now, you just want to soak all of his cashmere sleeves in water.

"I swear to fucking God, get us a ride back home or it'll be even worse," you whisper-yell into the phone.

You hear more muffled sounds until a new voice speaks. "Willing to take the risk—you gotta stop with the crushing, it's getting annoying—"

"Chenle, I'll—"

"—call us back when you're done!"

The phone makes a beep, and you put it back into your pocket. Your nose drips and your body shakes like a leaf. Turning around, you find yourself inches away from Jisung, his body bent forward as his doe pupils stare into yours.

You gulp and he does the same. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stand so close," he murmurs under his collar.

What he says goes through one ear and out the other, you're freezing, you're tired; you're aggravated. Your pride is crumbling before you, and you're aching to find warmth anywhere. So you blurt it out; the damage has been done. "Jisung, I like"—a sudden wave of heat engulfs your body—"you?"

Your neck is snug into the crook of his neck, his long arms wrapped around your torso. And even through the layers and layers of clothing, you can sense the faint feeling of his heart pounding.

His body trembles and his ample breathing sits near your shoulder. "I'm just tr—trying to keep you warm. You looked cold..." he trails off.

Your arms wait—as if anticipating for something to interrupt—before wrapping around him, bringing your bodies flush together.

You can't tell, but Jisung squeezes his eyes shut and purses his lips.

"But, I like you... yeah, I like you, too."

[11.28 a.m.] “Y/N, I wanna arm wrestle with you!” Your classmate Jaemin says, pouting cutely.

“No,” you say firmly. You’re fully aware that beneath his lanky, unassuming exterior, Jaemin’s absolutely ripped and he’s more than capable of crushing you within an instant. 

“Please,” Jaemin begs, widening his doe eyes; a lethal blow to your frail heart indeed. “Just once! I’m really weak.” 

Bullshit. You roll your eyes and set your elbow on the table, holding out your hand to him in reluctant compliance. Jaemin breaks out into a wide grin and wraps his hand around yours. 

“Okay, start,” he says, and you channel every ounce of your strength, pushing Jaemin’s hand down hard towards the table. To your surprise, he barely makes any effort to resist, and his knuckles almost graze the table when he suddenly snaps out of it. With a flex of his muscle, he pushes your hand away from the table, and the tussle begins. 

You realize that you’re both caught in a deadlock, fists held in midair. This is puzzling. You know that Jaemin could easily defeat you if he wanted to, and when you raise your eyes from your hands to his face, you realize that he’s staring straight at you, a dreamy look in his eyes. 

“Na Jaemin, what are you doing? You’re not being serious at all. I don’t wanna play anymore,” you exclaim with an annoyed huff, tearing your hand away from his. 

“Wait, Y/N, I’m sorry! I just…” he trails off as you get up from your seat, just as your friend Jeno beckons you over. 

“I just wanted to hold your hand,” Jaemin mumbles to himself quietly, heart heavy with the weight of hidden feelings and an unspoken confession.

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hello!!! i'm still catching up with your writings but i know you are the loveliest so... if you are still taking requests, could you write haechan enemies to lovers and prompt 20? thank you 💚

member: lee donghyuck e2l!au, hogwarts!au prompt: “we have a problem.” wc: 714

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“We have a problem,” Donghyuck of Slytherin tries to warn you before you enter the Great Hall. His presence comes as a surprise to you, not used to seeing him so early in the morning. He’s as handsome as ever with his dyed brown locks framing his perfectly sculpted face, something you would never admit out loud-- not because you didn’t want to but because you had to keep that thought to yourself, for your family’s pride depended on it. 

“Out of the way, snake,” you say back but Donghyuck only fights for your attention once more. The student body is used to seeing the two of you attack each other with insults but the looks they are giving you this morning are something you’re not familiar with. They look amused with their teasing smirks as they stare knowingly at your bickering bodies in front of the large doors. You’ve been getting these stares as soon as you entered the hallway leading up to the Great Hall, snickers following you as soon as you passed by a pair of mischievous red-headed twins. 

“Wait,” Donghyuk wraps his hand around your wrist, dragging you out of the morning crowd’s view. It’s nothing much, it’s just his long, dainty fingers tightening around your arm but it never fails to send a flurry of sparks down your spine. You feel your heart leaping away much like the chocolate frogs you loved to consume in your free time. 

He suddenly stops in a hidden staircase, away from curious eyes, and he buries his head into the crook of your neck. His breath tickles your skin and his toned arms circle around your waist, the actions sending your heart aflame. You smell the peppermint of his toothpaste and the comforting scent of dry cedar that drives you absolutely insane.

“Donghyuck, please, what are you doing?” you hiss at him. “Someone could see us!”

Your so-called rival only buries his head more into you and the material of his robe shroud you with a warmth you only felt around his presence. “Doesn’t matter,” he mumbles into your skin. “They already know.”

“What?”

“The entire student body knows,” the overly affectionate Slytherin replies as he places a kiss on your temple. 

You yank away from him with widened eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

It was then you realize Donghyuck isn’t wearing his usual colors; instead of the usual green and silver he parades in, you see him bashfully wearing your house colors. “Why are you wearing that?” Instead of replying, he juts his chin out to gesture at your uniform.

Glancing at your own clothing, you finally noticed that you were dressed in Slytherin colors with his name proudly embroidered on your tie. Your hands tug at your tie and robes as Donghyuck watches you with a fond smile. “W-what is the meaning of this, Hyuck?”

“You know how the Weasley’s caught us the other day with that blasted map of theirs?”

“Yes? They greeted me rather weirdly this morning,” you told him.

Donghyuck coughs at that comment, trying to figure out how to break the news to you. “They, uh, enchanted our ties to match our partner’s colors. So when I walked in this morning, everyone saw your name on my tie and found out.”

“Blast those twins,” you curse. You had to get them back later.

“I know you wanted to keep this a secret-- I’m sorry,” he apologizes. It was true. Your families were rivals in a sense and you wanted to keep up with the pretense, afraid of disappointing your family. Hiding your relationship with Donghyuck was one of the hardest challenges you had to face. Cursing him and throwing insults at your lover was far from fun and games.

“No, it’s okay,” you reassure him with a smile. He brings the back of your hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss on your knuckles. “I’m tired of hiding, family rivalries be damned.”

“Yeah?” Donghyuck smiles at you.

“Yeah,” you giggle back. “Besides, maybe I want to go on cute Hogsmeade dates with you without sneaking around.”

When Donghyuck pulls you into a kiss, it beats the feeling of flying on your trusty broom. It’s nothing short of magic. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. “Well then, let me walk you to your table.”

for the rest of our lives | jung jaehyun

Not every princess wants to be a Queen.

pairing: prince!jung jaehyun x princess!reader

genre: romance, angst because I’m dramatic like that.

words: 2,721

author’s note: I got inspired by the song Hush by Everglow. I incorporated some verses (in cursive) in the story. I hope you enjoy it.

The work written under epinebleue is protected by copyright laws. Reposting and translation is not allowed. I don’t use any other platform, so if you see my work anywhere else, please, let me know.

The red roses are growing. Spring has come earlier this year. You can see the pink and peach and orange flowers from the terrace of your bedchamber. Your father is walking through the little pebble path, his crown made of gold and rubies shining under the sun. You can see the smile under his beard, how his eyes are full of light, brighter than a diamond. He is so happy, how can he not be? His only daughter is finally getting married, the last step before becoming the queen.

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