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🏒 PAIRING: Jeno x Fem!Reader

🏒 WORDS: 14.7k

🏒 CONTENTS: university!AU, hockey player!Jeno, flangst, rivals to lovers, smut [making out, fingering, protected sex], swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, part of the Sports Collab by @/leesmrk. Find the glossary here.

🏒 SYNOPSIS: It’s hockey season, which for you, as sophomore captain and rising program star, means an inter-team prank war, and your university’s annual charity gala. For the next month, you’ll be forced to endure vicious pranks by the men’s hockey team, and organize the event with Jeno Lee, their cocky-yet-hot captain and a royal pain in your ass.

“Get up.” Coach Archambault’s whistle is shrill, right in your ear. You rise, abs burning - the gym shot clock says it’s been nearly seven minutes - and set off at a dead sprint. Hopping over five hurdles, you launch yourself into the air, landing roughly in the sand of the long jump pit. 

“Average.” Coach Kim says, placing a yardstick at your trembling heels. “You’re a goalie, where is the leg power, huh?”

“Up your ass and to the left,” you mutter as you dust yourself off, Lulu leggings stained grey with dust. 

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing, I’ll try harder next time, Coach Kim,” you say. Rubbing a stitch in your side, you jog over to the ropes course. Chanyeol (technically Coach Park, but you never call him that) smiles at you as he flips through his evaluation clipboard.

“If it isn’t my star goalie,” he says. You grimace. You won Friday’s game by a small margin, small enough that this 5 AM gym session hasn’t let up at all. “Ready to go on the ropes?”

“In theory,” you say, rolling your shoulders a little, cracking your neck.

“Is Coach going hard on you guys this morning?” Chanyeol says, dropping his voice. 

You grimace. “Something like that.”

“You just beat Harvard last week, jeez,” Chanyeol says, shaking his head. “Okay, well, I think the batteries on my stopwatch are running a bit slow, so if you were to go while I was replacing them, I might be forced to manually report…”

“Oh my God, can you go?” Vivian and her posse have gathered behind you. “I know you goalies are all leg, but you should at least be able to complete this baby course. Captain.”

She adds an unpleasant stress on the title, like you should be ashamed for holding such a place of power and not performing better, but you ignore her. Pulling yourself up onto the platform, dusting your hands with chalk, you take a deep breath. 

“Yeah, Cap, let’s go!” A couple players in matching men’s hockey hoodies jog over to the ropes arena.

“Look at her, she’s so fucking dusty,” one particularly annoying guy yells, dark shaved head gleaming in the dawn sun. 

“Fuck you, Anthony, nobody asked for your opinion,” Ryujin shouts. “Don’t listen.”

By now, a sizable crowd has gathered. Looking down, you can see your teammates’ faces, along with most of the men’s team. Jeno is noticeably absent, and you feel a funny twinge that might be either relief or disappointment. You’d love to show him, serve him right for fostering these competitive assholes, but if you fail…

A huge thanks to @notnctu @jeongvision @suh-insane @loviejaehyun @moonlit-jeno @skzctnightnight for all your contributions, large and small, along the way. When I say I couldn’t have done it without you, that’s not just me being cliché and sentimental, it’s actually so true. If I missed anyone who helped with production, please let me know, this has been a WIP since the summer! 

TAGLIST [If your URL isn’t here, I wasn’t able to tag]

@bumblebeenct @toryayu @jaehy9ngs @tyonfs @chocolattees @jeongyoonohs @dammit-jjk @jenotation @wownajaemin @yourmagnanimousholiness @kingjvngins @bananaallegi @thefouranemoi @jaemshyuck @svnthxsense @yixing-jaehyun @lanadreamie @h1acynth @moonlightjeno @yoongischeeksluv @waffletaeng @mirachimchim @cheersskznct @nanananananaiknow @komotious @niniluvsmarkhyuck @ovelha-colorida-v @aqueenieme @cutiespaghetti @mangotexts @sehunniepot @yousuck-marina @kindawack @johnnyseosabs @dnylwoo @renjunstarlight @ncttboo @jaehyunoos @mrleejenoisorude @ukiyoneo @harrythefarmer @urlocalnctstan @niflheimasteria @mono-chxld @jenkity @neovrse @noonawriter @infnteen

Pairing - Taeil x Reader

Genre - Fluff, Single Parent!AU

Warnings - None (lmk if I should add any)

Summary - It wasn’t uncommon for when the weather grows colder, many hearts do as well. Though you hoped this was not true in the case of yours and Taeil’s, that the warmth of each other’s hearts would be enough to break the ice.

Word Count - 4.7k

Taglist - @ahgase55g7 @notnctu @yutacrush @pastelsicheng @puppywritings @neonun-au @dreamieofu

A/N - Inspiration: The Christmas Song by Michael Bublé. Special appearance by: @astroboy-lele​. This fic was also supposed to be released two days ago but finals has not been kind to me :’)

Written for the Taste of Winter Collab hosted by @dearyongs and @pastelsicheng. Also part of the Neowinter Festival hosted by @czennienet and the Neoholiday Festival hosted by @nct-writers.

When you had told your best friend, Furou, that you’d pick up her son from preschool, you thought that you’d just pop in and get the kid, that’s it. You didn’t know that you had signed yourself up to be the referee at a mini MMA fight.

“Xiaolong put the toy down.” You commanded the four-year-old you were supposed to be signing out. He was currently fighting over a little dragon figurine with a young girl who appeared to be his age or somewhere around there.

“No! I had it first!” He cried out. “Get your own dragon!” He yelled towards the girl.

“Xiao, give her the dragon, we’re going home.” You stated firmly.

He refused to give up the toy and started whining even louder, prompting you to pull the toy out of his grasp. “You need to learn how to share, young man,” you scolded before turning to the little girl he was fighting with, “I’m sorry about that sweetie, what’s your name?”

“Jaeha.” You were surprised when you heard two voices, one from the girl in front of you and another from behind you. Turning around, you were greeted by a handsome young man who you assumed was Jaeha’s father from the resemblance she bore to him. “Her name is Jaeha. Sorry about her, she’s a bit much to handle when she sees something she wants.”

SUMMARY. Asking Jeong Jaehyun to accompany you to your family’s 1-week Christmas vacation as your boyfriend has its consequences. One can surely get through 1 week of pretending to be in love with an enemy, right? 

GENRE. enemies to lovers!au | fake dating!au | tooth-rotting fluff | angst

WORD COUNT. 14.6k+ words (someone stop me)

playlist. sun and moon by sam kim | sun&moon by nct 127 | D (half moon) by dean

you don’t really know lee taeyong. all you know about him is that he always wears a suit to work, is one of the only people laughing at johnny’s jokes and constantly forgets to re-fill the coffee pot. and when you get his name for the office’s secret santa event, you kind of regret only having talked to him to tell him how much you liked his nemo printed tie. little do you know, he’s got your name too.

— pairing: co-worker!taeyong x reader.

— genre(s): fluff, comedy.

— warning(s): none.

— word count: 7236.

— playlist: all i want for christmas is you — mariah carey ; have yourself a merry little christmas — sam smith.

part of the “a taste of winter” collab hosted by @dearyongs​​ and @pastelsicheng​​.

❥ It’s that time of year. The time of frosty nights, candlelight, glowing trees, hot cocoa, holidays of all faiths and cultures, the stroke of midnight and the magical kiss that ushers in a new year. It’s been just over half a year since I’ve joined Tumblr, and it’s been such an amazing, wild ride. I’ve the honor of getting know so many amazing people - writers, readers, artists, people who I love talking to and can unequivocally be myself around. 2020′s been a crazy year all around, but it’s been that much brighter with all of you. So without further ado, here’s  few love letters to the fics and the people who have meant the most to me.

genre: lounge!singer doyoung, preschool teacher!reader, holiday season au! doyoung is his sister’s main caregiver, (fluff, angst with a happy ending, mild hurt/comfort)  pairing/s: Doyoung / Reader ( I mostly use fem pronouns ), ft some of the nct  and skz kids  word count: 23k+  tw: talks about some family issues, might be emotionally heavy at times, talks about substance abuse (dy’s mom).  a/n: wanted to do something comforting for the holiday season so here it is, ofc all characters and situations in my work are entirely fictional so ofc I don’t see doyoung’s mom in that way irl, bc its an alternate universe. so yes, merry christmas and happy new year in advance! (p.s. I mention alot of songs in this so do listen if you want the Vibes, but this fic was otherwise loosely based on i.o.u) 

On days when your heart yearned to be comforted by something only an angelic melody would understand, his voice would always find you.

You didn’t know his name, of course, the boy who sang at the small lounge in the city on evenings where you felt like your knees could collapse underneath you any second and your world was something of a bubble that would burst at the slightest disruption.

But what you did know was that you felt something when you listened to him sing. You weren’t sure if it was his song choice, whether it was hearing him sing ‘A Sunday kind of love’, or ‘If I had you’, that filled you with such a longing for something you couldn’t even place. Or whether it was the gentle way with which he sang certain songs, putting his own soft, airy, yet intense spin on the song. Or maybe it was the way he sang with a certain level of experience, and you meant experience in its broadest sense; as if he was pouring out all his feelings and joys and tragedies of life into the words he sang.

Maybe, you knew what the feeling was. Comfort and love, in the purest form of it’s essence. And like you said, it was like you’d been conditioned, somehow always finding your way back to the lounge on the days you needed to feel these things the most.

🏒 PAIRING: Jeno x Fem!Reader

🏒 WORDS: 8.2k

🏒 CONTENTS: university!AU, hockey player!Jeno, fluff, rivals to lovers, smut in Part 2, swearing, alcohol consumption, part of the Sports Collab by @leesmrk. Find the glossary here. 

🏒 SYNOPSIS: It’s Halloween season, which for you, as sophomore captain and rising hockey star, means an inter-team prank war, and your university’s annual Halloween charity gala. For the next month, you’ll be forced to endure vicious pranks by the men’s hockey team, and organize the event with Jeno Lee, their cocky-yet-hot captain and a royal pain in your ass. 

🏒 A/N: Tags are messing with me at the moment, so please bear with me! Taglist will be posted after I make sure it will stay up.

“JENO LEE!” The cry rips from your throat, a primal caveman scream, as you slam a fist against the damp, mildewed wall of the shower in frustration.

“Cap, what is it?” Ryujin, your co-captain, peeks her head around the shower stall.

“This, this,” you growl, holding up your soaking goalie pads. “This is war.”

Gathering up your gear, you toss it into your locker before marching out the door. Loud rap music bumps from the wooden door across the way, its Men’s Varsity Hockey sign bold and black, but you ignore it, practically slamming the door against the wall as you throw it open.

“Whoa, whoa, what the fuck?” A chorus of male voices greets you, along with a flurry of towels and hockey pants being pulled up.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourselves,” you say. Your eyes scan the room, narrowing as they settle on the dark-haired boy in the corner. Marching over, you glare down at him, arms crossed. “Jeno, what the fuck?”

Hey Anonnies! Combining these two asks. Also, the anon who gave me Jennie, she’s literally my style icon (in the process of redoing my wardrobe and she’s all over my Pinterest) so I love that. I only included those I talk to (or have talked to) the absolute most, but send me a short description and I can write an AU/plot for you as well! Open to anyone, not just mutuals.