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peanutpinet · 1 year ago

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The Bat & Dove - Jeno Mafia (racer) x fem reader

Synopsis: In the public’s eye, NCT was just like any other celebrity agency with some of the neos being actors, famous racers, athletes, and other public figures. Jeno was one of the racers of NCT in front of the public but behind all of the public’s eye and cameras was an introverted yet smart racer who could memorise every single track that he had been on and could calculate anything he targeted. But one thing that he couldn’t figure out was his feelings towards a certain modest girl.

Warnings: Floof before the storm, cursing, drug usage, kidnapping inflicting pain, illegal fight, racing, near rape themes, angst, torture, dub-con

A/N: I swear Jeno has suddenly gotten me writing a long-ass fic for him and about mafia :)) I ain't complaining cause The Bat Video and Performance is just 🤌🏼 Also, if any of you have been here since my first few NCT fics, this is a slight spin-off of Taeyong x Medic Girl fic (my 3rd NCT fanfic). And now, your author shall go back and figure out another fic whilst attending SMtown on Saturday :]

Taeyong x Medic Girl: pt 1

Never did you think that in your whole life, you would be flying in a first-class seat heading towards Milan, Italy with your boyfriend of one year, Jeno Lee, the famous racer in South Korea. The one who would always win the race no matter the circumstances.

You and Jeno met almost 2 years ago when you were working part-time for your local cafe and had to cover for your friend who always does the night shift. It was your first night shift and everything was going well until you had to close up for the night.

You were taking out the trash when there were a gang of drunk college students who tried to touch you when you clearly had no energy to fight back. Luckily enough, Jeno and his friends were right around the corner when it happened and something about that night, Jeno who is typically a rather quiet, introverted member of NCT decided to fight back.

Jeno managed to stop the college students before they did anything further. Jeno looked over towards you and nudged you to go back inside of the cafe which you did without questioning him. Not long after, Jeno came into the cafe to check up on you.

Seeing his slightly bruised knuckles, you told Jeno to sit down and helped clean his injuries and wounds. After that incident, Jeno decided to watch you from afar whenever you had night shift and the rest was basically history.

You weren’t someone who came from an elite family at all. Instead, you came from a simple family that earns slightly more than enough to live. When you met Jeno, you were in your final semester of university and working part-time to earn some sort of whereas he was already a well-known racer in the country.

Shortly after you graduated, Jeno asked you to be his girlfriend and even managed to help you get a job that pays you well to help your parents. Even though you can earn on your own now, Jeno would still shower you with gifts that you had always wanted and more. Jeno would also often invite you to hang out with him and his friends, to get to know his group so that you would have some company whenever you attend his races.

But this time, it was an international race and Jeno insisted that you come because he had an extra ticket to watch his racing but also he wanted you to be able to explore other parts of the world with him. You were always there for him after a long day and would always take care of him without knowing much and he wants to return the favour. But also seeing you smile just brightens Jeno’s day.

Upon reaching the hotel, Jeno asked if you were alright to stay and sleep in the same room with him because he’s worried whenever you’re alone which you were alright but you nervously told him that you had never slept on the same bed with a guy before.

“Don’t worry, love. If you’re nervous, I can ask to change our room to two separate beds. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I just worry whenever you’re alone but I promise that I’ll give you all the privacy you need” Jeno mentioned, putting both your suitcases as you explore the huge room that you’re not used to at all

“Jen, there’s no need to. I trust you. I trust that you won’t cross my boundaries. Plus, this room is huge, there’s more than enough space to have some sort of privacy” you replied, looking out the view from the balcony of the room

“I’m glad that you trust me so much. I promise that I’ll make this trip unforgettable” Jeno mumbled, back hugging you as he kissed the side of your temple, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck

Because you were staying for a full week, the first 2 days were just filled with you and Jeno exploring the city, occasionally getting lost together but stumbled upon some sort of local cafe or even park. By the 3rd day, Jeno had his race and had already been preparing since early in the morning, not forgetting to kiss your forehead and left a note before he left.

Waking up to a lighter bed, you found a box with a note attached to it. “I got it before I asked you to come with me because either way, you would eventually come. I hope that you’ve been enjoying your holiday because I know that I have. You have always been so caring and loving to me. I know that I’ve spoiled you here and there but just this one time, throughout our time in Milan, let me spoil you like a princess. Let me show you how much I care and adore you because I know that you’re the one for me. Go on, princess, put on your gown and come to be my good luck charm so that I can show you how much you mean to me” - your little puppy disguised as a wolf

Opening the box, you were shocked to see a gorgeous white buttoned dress matched with a simple handbag and shoes. Taking a picture of the box and note, you sent it to Jeno who almost replied immediately and texted you that he had hair & makeup on their way along with breakfast. Jeno also mentioned to Renjun, Yangyang, and Shotaro would be there to pick you up since Haechan and Jaemin were with him.

After you’ve gotten your hair & makeup done, you hear a knock on your door and when you open it, it was Renjun, Yangyang and Shotaro, just as Jeno mentioned. You thanked the hair & makeup team as they left your room as the 3 men waited for you to finish your breakfast which you offered to them.

“Don’t worry about us, we already had breakfast a while ago” Renjun mentioned

“Are you excited to see Jeno race in an international competition?” Yangyang asked and you shyly nod. “Jeno was right when he said that you were shy. But it’s alright. Just enjoy yourself during this trip. Come on, let’s go!! The race is gonna start soon” Yangyang exclaimed as you took your things and headed out with the 3 males.

Arriving at the racing track, you and the 3 males went to the designated seat which were in a nice middle spot to see the entire track and you could even see your boyfriend getting ready by the pit stop with his other friends, Jaemin and Haechan.

As the announcer mentioned that the race was about to start, all the racers went to their designated cars to get ready to race.

Jeno’s POV

“Remember, it’s that one over there, number 712. The copycat as I like to name them” Haechan mentioned, nudging towards the racer and car that was already by the track

“Hmm. I’ve been eyeing them since the moment they stepped foot in this place” I replied, putting on his glove and taking my helmet from Jaemin

“Don’t interact when unnecessary. We’re just here to make sure that they’re not going to pull anything today. But just in case, there’s an emergency box underneath your seat. Plus, Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo hyung are in the area to watch over” Jaemin mentioned

“I know. I’m not worried about what’ll happen to us. I’m more worried about (y/n)” I mentioned, turning around to see (y/n) in the crowd with the others

“She’ll be alright. The 3 of them are with her. Yangyang is a skilful shooter, Shotaro is amazing in combat and Renjun is a doctor + hacker. Plus, as Jaemin mentioned, our three reliable hyungs are here. There’s nothing to worry about” Haechan mentioned, shrugging

“Keep an eye on their team, I’ll deal with the driver” I replied, putting on my helmet and driving towards the track

Before the race actually started, I kept a close eye on the target that Taeyong-hyung instructed.

Flashback

“I received news that our copycat gang will be racing in the Italian Grand Prix which you will also be attending along with the 00 liners” Taeyong mentioned, pushing the information towards me

“What do you need us to do? Kill them? Kidnap them? Take them down? Expose them?” I questioned, flipping through all the information that Taeyong gave

“They’re known as a fraud. They tend to pretend to be one of our gang because no one truly knows who is part of our main gang like you in Dream, WayV, 127, aside from me, Mark and Kun being the leaders since it would only just be the 3 of us whenever we go to meetings. Take them down. Expose them as the frauds they are. But don’t. kill. them.” Taeyong mentioned and I closed the information looking back at our leader

“Why would you think that I would kill them?” I asked, raising my eyebrow

“Because you’re going with your girlfriend. And I’m sure that whatever happens to her, you’re not going to sit tight. You’re probably going to see red everywhere and without thinking, you might actually kill one of them upon sight. I know my members, Jeno. You’re one of them that never misses a shot. You’re also quiet and reserved but you pay attention to every detail. That’s why nothing ever gets missed by you. Especially when it comes to your girlfriend” Taeyong explained, sipping on his coffee

“Nothing will happen to her. And how did you know that I was going to bring (y/n)?!” I asked

“Like I said, I know my members. But take it from someone who also has a significant other whilst being part of this, even though my girlfriend is part of our world, one thing for sure is that we will never be alright with them getting hurt. But the job is just as important, Jeno. I’m not saying that you neglect your girlfriend. I just want you to know that unless it’s just the two of you or it’s a completely cornered situation, don’t abandon or change your mission. I also have DoJaeJung to come with you since they’ll be attending their respective brands’ event” Taeyong mentioned. “So, I hope to not hear any killing. Not until you bring them back to me alive at least” Taeyong added on

Back to the Present

As I remembered my conversation with Taeyong hyung, the race finally started and I stepped on the gas, hard. Not only was my goal to win this race but I wasn’t going to let some frauds use our group’s name and get all the credit. No, I was going to make them look bad.

As I was halfway through my laps, I started to hear that other drivers and their cars were being hijacked and thus injuring the drivers. “Jen, that copycat of a group hijacked the other cars since they were the first to come. But Jaemin and I have already checked your car and removed everything that wasn’t supposed to be there. Yet, it looks like he knows that nothing is happening to your car so he’s catching up on you” I heard Haechan comment in my ear-in

“They don’t know that we’re actually part of NCT, right?” I asked, eyeing from my mirror and seeing the 712 guy catching up

“Nope. Just as Taeyong-hyung mentioned, they only know that you’re Lee Jeno the undefeatable racer from South Korea. They have no idea that you’re the Jeno Lee from NCT” Haechan replied

“Good. I’ll give them something to be worried about” I scoffed, stepping on the gas and seeing that 712 was still catching up through my left side and was leaning in until I saw the opportunity and put my car in reverse and went past their car as they hit the wall and I continued on and win the race

Going out of my car, I took off my helmet and was welcomed with a big hug from Haechan and Jaemin along with a wild roar from the crowd as the announcer announced that I was the winner. After taking a bow towards the crowd, I scanned through them and saw (y/n) who looked relieved to see me. Her smile was something that I noticed made me feel better throughout the past few days here and I would never want that genuine smile to ever turn to something else in a split second.

After the award ceremony was over, I shook hands with the other racers, thanking them for a good race up until Mr. 712 came and ruined the mood.

“Lee Jeno, is it?” 712 exclaimed, his team was trying to hold him back as Jaemin, Haechan and I just looked at them with a bored yet annoyed look that intimidated them

“Yes. And you are?” I questioned, raising my eyebrow

“The name is Brad. My team and I are part of NCT of the US branch” Brand proclaimed as Haechan scoffed

“Do you even know what NCT is? It’s South Korea’s mafia gang that managed to get the other mafia gang in the world at peace with how diverse the members are” Haechan explained as Jaemin slightly elbowed him

“Of course we know that. How do you think they were able to expand to the US? It was because of us. I just want to let you know that what you did back there was not cool and just you wait until the rest of our members here about this” Brand exclaimed

“Then why did you try to close in on me first? You were the one who started it, I was just merely getting myself away from any potential risks that could happen because of you. So don’t go around and blame me for what you started” I scoffed, slightly towering over the self-proclaimed NCT member

“Jeno!” I heard Renjun exclaim and as we all turned around, we saw Renjun, Yangyang, Shotaro and (y/n) coming towards us

“Is, is it a bad time?” I heard (y/n) mumbled but I softly grabbed her hand and rubbed her hand

“No, don’t worry. We were just done here” I replied, giving (y/n) my signature smile

“It was a good race, Brad. Hope that what happened today won’t happen ever again” I mentioned as I pull (y/n) to my side as all of us left the track

Back at the hotel, we all went to freshen up and had dinner together to celebrate my win and all but just being with (y/n) eases my clouded thoughts of Brad and the way that he looked at (y/n) when she came with the other members.

“Jen, eat up. You must be tired” (y/n) mentioned, nudging a spoon of mashed potatoes towards me which I smiled and ate the food she fed me

“Don’t worry babe, I was just driving, am not tired at all” I smiled at her as I fed her some pasta which she happily eat, showing off her little chipmunk cheeks

“Still, you woke up so early for the race. Eat up and then rest, okay?” (y/n) mentioned and I nodded

“Don’t talk about me when you haven’t eaten much at all young lady. I will not have you going back home without enjoying yourself. Now eat” I playfully threatened, feeding (y/n) some more food

“So this is your excuse for not helping me back there is because you got food for your girl?! No offense (y/n) but your man here is a selfish little ass because he clearly could’ve placed more food on the plate but noooo” Haechan dramatically complained, sitting next to (y/n) but I pulled her seat closer towards me

“You want food, Haechan? If I get you some and shove it down to your mouth, would you stop pestering my girlfriend?” I somewhat threatened and eyeing the playful boy but (y/n) held my hand to stop me. “Jen, stop. Haechan was just being playful” (y/n) warned me, her tone was scarier than usual that I instantly soften my looks

The rest of dinner went by quicker and by the end of it, we all drank a bit of alcohol which to (y/n) it was just another celebration but to the rest of us, it was to calm our nerves because after tonight, the real work actually begins.

Once dinner was over, we all went back to our own rooms just as me and (y/n) held hands together to our room. In the comfort of our room, I let loose of my colder exterior and hugged (y/n) from behind as she was in the bathroom and was trying to remove her makeup.

“Jen, I need to remove my makeup, if you want to hug me, you better not move unless you want me to go blind as I remove my eye makeup” (y/n) reminded me and we stayed in the position for a while

“Can’t help it babe, you’re gorgeous. I knew that dress would accentuate your beauty. Plus, you look hot when you’re slightly angry” I mumbled, kissing the back of (y/n)’s neck, nuzzling behind her as I hear her let out a breathy sigh

“Jen” (y/n) called out to me, turning around to face me as her back was pressed against the bathroom counter. “You drank quite a lot, didn’t you?” (y/n) asked, cupping my face

“Nope. I didn’t” I replied because it was true. “I’m sober” I added on, holding one of her palm and kissing it

“What’s wrong jen? Tell me. You don’t normally drink like you did today. You would drink in sips not in shots” (y/n) asked. She truly do know me well

Sighing, I hugged her waist while she softly stroked my hair which helped calm me better than the alcohol. After a while, I pulled away and gently lifted her to place her on the countertop so it would be easier to talk.

“Just some things on my mind, angel. How I worry whenever you’re alone without me. Not in a possessive kind. How I worry that my job might get in between us” I stated, there was some truth to it

“Jen. You don’t have to worry about me. You know that I’m okay with being alone sometimes. Even though it feels more homey and comfy with you. And don’t worry about your job getting in between us. I know how hard you’re working so that I don’t have to but I know you let me work so I can have my own savings as well. And for that I really wanna thank you and appreciate you. How you would often send my parents some money as well. You know, my parents asked me if you’ve popped the question and I told them that we’re young and we want to enjoy and explore many things together first” (y/n) replied, making me smile

“I’m glad that your parents approve of me. In their own way of course. And I will pop the question one day because I really can’t see myself with anyone else. You never question me or push me to be someone else. You would always be there and wait until I was ready to talk which makes me more comfortable and want to talk to you more. How has Milan been, little dove?” I confessed

“Dove?” (y/n) asked and I just chuckled. “Yea. Because how soft and pure you are. How you’re basically my peace, love to explore and enjoy your freedom whilst also giving your love to me. So, how has Milan been?” I explained

“It’s incredible because you were the one that brought me here. You’re the one that insist that I come and I’m glad you convinced me to because this is just as magical and as romantic as people describe Paris” (y/n) mentioned, placing her hands on my neck, slightly massaging it

“Good. I’m glad that you’ve been enjoying yourself a lot because I have a little gift for you. Since you already planned our first year anniversary back home. I decided to plan my own but in Milan. Here” I mentioned, pulling out a little box that I got so early in the morning and opened it which has a dainty necklace with 3 rings that were linked together and was custom-made since the gold ring had a custom small nct logo embossing on it as Taeyong’s request for all of us when we have a significant other.

“Jen….that’s expensive!! My whole outfit is already expensive enough. I can’t..” (y/n) complained but I sushed her by softly kissing her forehead

“Nonsense, dove. Nothing is as expensive as you yourself. You’re priceless. I want to because I want something for you to always remember me and our moment here in Milan” I softly replied. “May I?” I asked if it was alright to put the necklace on her and she nodded

Helping her down, (y/n) turned around, and held her hair as I gently put the necklace around her and locking it which to me, it symbolizes that I’m locked on her and as a reminder that she was my significant other and under nct’s protection.

“It’s beautiful, Jen. You really didn’t have to” (y/n) mumbled, admiring the necklace as I put my hands around her waist, admiring her through the mirror

“You’re beautiful. Can I kiss you? I know that you’re still shy when it comes to physical things and I completely understand if…” I rambled as (y/n) let go of my hold and turned around, softly pecking my lips

“With you, I think I’ve slowly tried to let loose more and enjoy every moment” (y/n) smiled which made me smile and gently cupped her face and leaned to finally close the gap between us. Something that I never imagine we would do during the beginning of our relationship.

As time pass, our kiss grew from something soft like the small waves by the beach, I slowly grew needier and slowly deepen the kiss, one of my hand was by her waist and one of (y/n)’s hair was going through my hair.

Before it can go any further, I pulled away first and softly caressed (y/n)’s cheek, making sure that she was alright with it. “Are you okay? Sorry, I got carried away. We can stop here if you want. And we can just end the night by cuddling whilst watching your favorite Disney movies” I suggested but was shocked by (y/n)’s sudden eagerness as she pulled my neck and our foreheads were touching

“Jen. I’m okay. I trust you, Nono. You have my green light” (y/n) replied which excited me that I kissed her forehead, cheek and jawline. “Tell me whenever you’re uncomfortable at any point, tell me, okay?” I asked but all I got was a nod so I gently pinched (y/n)’s chin. “Use your words, dove. I won’t continue anything if you don’t use your words” I whispered by her ear, hearing her softly whimper for the first time.

“I will, Jen. I’ll tell you if I feel uncomfortable” (y/n) softly moaned as I nibbled her ear. “Just call me, Nono, okay? I want you to feel comfortable. You’ll let me treat you, won’t you?” I mumbled, kissing right below (y/n)’s ear. “Yes, Nono”

Taking one more glance at (y/n), I licked my lips before diving in and kissing her as if that it would be the only time I get to. Without warning, I lifted her and wrapped her legs around my waist without detaching our lips and brought us to the bed where I sat down and let (y/n) sit on my lap.

As the atmosphere was getting hotter, I started to take off my jacket and unbutton my shirt which didn’t go unnoticed by (y/n) who softly pulled away to allow me to take off my top with more space. “Go ahead, dove, take it off” I stated, pushing some of (y/n)’s hair back

Though (y/n) was hesitant at first, I softly grabbed her hands and guided them and took off my shirt, leaving my bare chest for her to see. Seeing her flustered self was adorable because she looked so pure yet curious that I guided her hand on my chest before cupping her cheek and kissing her, ending our night on a much softer yet romantic note.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up after a bad dream that something happened to (y/n). Looking beside me, I saw her figure sleeping soundly with my hoodie which made me feel relieved.

Unable to sleep, I decided to reply to some messages from Taeyong and the other members back in South Korea regarding the trip, any updates and progress. As I was replying to the other members and the group chat, Taeyong suddenly called me. Thankfully my phone was on do not disturb so I wouldn’t wake (y/n) up.

Answering the phone call, I went over towards the balcony so as to not disturb my girlfriend. “Hyung? Is everything alright?” I asked, closing the door to the balcony

“I should be the one asking you. Why are you up this early in the morning? Something happened?” Taeyong asked but I just chuckled

“No. Everything has been going great actually. I won the race, I spent my first year anniversary and gave (y/n) the necklace yet…” I rambled but Taeyong seemed to know more

“You’re worried that things will go to a wrong turn and you’ll end up hurting her and yourself. I know Jeno. I know how. you might feel. Why do you think I sent other members with you? 3 of them being your seniors” Taeyong replied

“Hyung…” I started but Taeyong didn’t let me continue. “I know how you might feel. I know that you want to enjoy your time with her and I’m sorry that you have to take part in this mission but that’s why I sent members with you. To keep you company, to support one another, and to help each other when things go for a wrong turn. She has the necklace with her so even in other countries, the mafia knows to not touch her. Plus, since we’re not the mafias’ enemies, they would help. Just so you know, the Italian mafia is going to be at the Ferragamo dinner tomorrow and I’ve already let them in on you being our representative. If anything were to happen to you or (y/n), they can help. Since they also are looking to take down that fraud of a group since one of them claims to be part of the Italian mafia” Taeyong explained

“Some cocky bastards they are” I scoffed, making Taeyong chuckled. “It’s going to be alright Jeno. And one day, when you do tell (y/n) everything, we’ll be there to help however we can. And remember…” Taeyong hyung mentioned. “Don’t kill them until I bring them back to you. Alive. I know. I won’t” I replied. “Good. Get some rest Jeno, I wish you all the best. If anything were to actually happen, I would know so you won’t have anything to worry about. I and the others would never abandon one another. Neo always got our back, okay? Good night, Jeno” Taeyong hyung replied, turning off the call

Smiling to myself, I quietly went back into the room but as I went back to the bed, my sudden weight must’ve shocked (y/n) that she woke up. “I’m so sorry, dove, did I accidentally wake you up?” I whispered, stroking her hair

“Nono? Are you okay? Why are you awake in the first place?” (y/n) asked as she slowly sat up on the bed but I pulled her close so her head was laying on my chest

“Had a bad dream and was replying to my work friends in South Korea” I replied as (y/n) hummed

“Dove. I want you to know that I love you so fucking much. That I would never abandon you and would never leave you completely alone” I started which confuses (y/n). “Jen, what are you talking about? Why are you talking as if something were to happen to you?” (y/n) asked, her face looking towards me with worry

“I just have a feeling, dove. Like I said, I worry that my job would get between us. With what I’m doing, there are actually other things that you haven’t known yet but I want to tell you one day which I hope you’ll understand why I haven’t been telling you. But let’s just say that I’m part of something bigger than just a racer. Though it might sound illegal, we really aren’t. But one thing is for sure, I would always prioritize your safety above all. Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, whoever you’re with, no matter what, I will make sure that you’re alright. So please promise me that if anything were to happen and I wasn’t the one to help you, it’s not that I don’t love or care for you. But it’s really because I’m caught up. But please know that whoever is there to help you is someone that I trust to bring us back together” I rambled and expected (y/n) to question me further but instead, she kissed right by my jawline.

“Jen, I know that there might be something you’re keeping from me and while I have my guesses, I want you to be ready whenever you do tell me. Trust me when I say that whatever it is that you do, it doesn’t change my mind how I feel about you. Maybe I might get angry and upset but at the end of the day, you were there for me and the fact that you’re telling me this before anything shows me how much you really care about me and our relationship. Just promise that you’ll always come back to me?” (y/n) replied making me melt in her embrace

“Fuck. What did I do to deserve you?! I don’t even think that I myself would be able to distance myself from you, dove. You’ll always make it feel as if we just met” I admitted, softly lifting (y/n) up a bit so I could kiss her before we go back to our slumber.

Waking up the next morning, I kissed (y/n)’s forehead as she snuggled closer to me, making me chuckle. “Dove, I’ll order us some breakfast, okay? Well, more so brunch since it’s 10 already. What do you want to eat?” I asked, stroking her hair as I took the hotel phone to call room service

“Anything is alright, Nono. I ate so much the other day so let’s not order too much” (y/n) yawned which made me laugh

Once room service came, I got notified that the stylist along with hair & makeup were on their way since our “dinner” was at 5 pm and it was basically lunchtime by the time our food came. After taking turns to shower and get ready, our food arrives along with the styling team.

Because I had simpler makeup, I finished first and went to the bathroom to change as (y/n) finished getting her hair and makeup done. I wore a black suit with the jacket being a long coat that basically covered the rest of my clothing and my hair was rather slicked but had bangs to frame my face.

When I came out, I saw (y/n) just about finished with her hair and makeup and she absolutely looked breathtaking. I stood behind her as her hair & makeup team moved out of the way. “You look stunning, dove” I whispered, admiring her from the mirror, seeing her turning into the same shade as her blush

“Look who’s talking, Mr Ferragamo’s Brand Ambassador” (y/n) teased as I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, kissing the side of her temple

“Let me change, Jen. The stylist is gonna get angry” (y/n) mentioned, getting up and releasing my grip around her

“If they scold you, I’ll scold them back. No one scolds my girl when I’m around” I replied back as (y/n) went into the bathroom to get change

Not long after, she came out with a gorgeous white shirt and black vest with a flowy black skirt to match my black and white attire along with black boots and a small white and gold handbag. I held (y/n)’s free hand which she linked our fingers together and I let her do a little twirl as the photographer photographed our little moment together.

We took several more photos and then I took a commercial video for Ferragamo and afterwards we both thank all the staff for helping us get ready as we both headed out for dinner with Ferragamo.

Because I was the only one invited, I brought (y/n) as my plus one whereas the other members were on a lookout for the fraud group. Linking our hands together, we were on our way to the restaurant that Ferragamo had booked.

Arriving at the restaurant, I mentioned my name and the staff immediately directed us towards a more secluded yet decorative area. I felt (y/n)’s hand held mine a bit tighter which I know is because of her nervousness and social anxiety. Before going in, I took her hand and kissed her forearm, calming her down. “I’m here, dove. I’m not leaving you. I would never leave you knowing that you’re willing to come with me. Or, if you’re really nervous, we can ditch this fancy dinner and just grab some McDonalds?” I suggested but (y/n) just chuckled

“I’m okay. A. bit nervous but am alright now. The brand might be pissed if they know their global brand ambassador is out eating McDonalds instead of this dinner that was dedicated towards him” (y/n) reminded me, making me smile

Inside the room, I was immediately greeted by the Ferragamo staff and creative director of Ferragamo. Along with the basic greetings, I introduced (y/n) to them who all complimented about her beauty, making me smile with pride.

The both of us were then directed to the center of the long table right beside the creative director of Ferragamo and right as we were seated, the door opened to someone who I did not expect to see at all. Brad from that fraud group.

That fake smile of his as he introduced himself to everyone made my blood boil, my whole body tensed up that (y/n) had to calm me by rubbing my hand in her small ones. I know something was off because I don’t remember seeing Brad at any other events of Ferragamo that I have been to before.

“Jen, you alright? You look like you might kill someone” (y/n) asked as she placed her hand on mine

“I’m okay, dove” I reassured her, looking at her worried face. “Can you do me a favour?” I asked and she nodded. “I know it might be confusing but whatever happens, don’t interact with him. Don’t talk to him, don’t get close to him” I mentioned, looking over at Brad while (y/n) followed my gaze

“Please. Just this one time. Don’t question me, alright? That’s all I ask you just this one time” I mentioned and (y/n) just looked at me softly. “I won’t. I trust you. If you’re already using this tone and saying no then I know that you mean well. I won’t interact with him” (y/n) replied, making me sigh in relief and kissed her temple

Throughout dinner, I kept on eyeing Brad who sat further down the table but he just looked at me with this creepy smile that I wanted to punch so badly but I had to remember my mission especially since the Italian mafia were also here which I had to find because Taeyong-hyung only gave me some descriptions of the man and not an actual clear image of him.

Skimming through the room as we ate, I think I finally found the man that I was looking for. But because I was unsure of leaving (y/n) alone I waited for her but it seemed that she noticed about my eagerness to go somewhere.

“Jen, I’m not going to go anywhere. I don’t know anyone except for you. If you want to go see someone which I think you do, just go. I’ll be here, okay? Or even if I do go, I’d probably go to the bathroom” (y/n) mentioned, stopping her eating session

“Are you sure? I’m completely alright with waiting for you, dove” I replied but she shook her head. “I’m fine. Go, jen. Before you miss them” (y/n) ushered me which made me smile and kiss her head. “I’ll be right back, okay? Enjoy your dinner. I’ll have someone send over some dessert for you, alright?” I replied, kissing her head again and left to see if my intuition was correct about the Italian mafia.

Going up towards a tall older Korean male who was also wearing a custom Ferragamo suit but with a custom embroidery of the Italian mafia family by the cuffs. “Mr Cassano?” I asked as the man in the suit turned around and I finally noticed some of the other “guests” looking at us

“And you are?” the man asked, surprisingly in Korean

“Jeno. Lee Jeno. You are Mr. Cassano of the Cassano family, right?” I half-whispered so that not everyone can hear me

“Your leader told me that you were a smart and keen person. Looks like you are smarter than you look because I actually expected someone older but you have my respect” Mr Cassano replied, extending his hand and I took it to shake

The two of us then continued our conversation while I would look at (y/n) every now and then who was talking with the creative director. As our conversation got more serious, Mr. Cassano instructed me to follow him somewhere more private but I took a look at (y/n) who was still sitting so I decided to text her.

Me: “I’m going to talk with someone for a bit, are you still alright dove?”

(y/n): “Yeap, am alright. Just had a little sip of rose. I don’t like it though. I’m going to go to the toilet for a bit”

Me: “Alright, let me know if you need anything. And yea, looks like you still don’t like alcohol. I’ll have someone bring you some orange juice instead”

(y/n): “Thank you, Nono. I’ll be okay. I’ll be right back. If I’m not back in 5 minutes then I might be puking the alcohol out”

Me: “Don’t make me worry, Dove. I’ll come back and find you in 5 minutes”

Mr Cassano and I then went to a more private area of the restaurant to talk a bit more and just as I was about to mention Brad being here, there was a sudden power fuse making everyone in a panic state that I excused myself from Mr Cassano to check up on (y/n) in the bathroom yet I could sense someone coming to attack both me and Mr Cassano.

Grunting, I turned back and helped take down the mediocre group that was probably from Brad’s group yet didn’t kill them and even prevent any of Mr Cassano’s men from killing them.

“Why don’t you put them out permanently?” Mr Cassano questions as his men gathered the group

“Because my leader wants them alive and I very much would like to be present when they’re being questioned and perhaps even tortured for being a fraud and using our group’s name for their personal pleasure” I mentioned as Mr Cassano nodded in understanding

“Thank you for helping me. If you need any help, contact me” Mr Cassano mentioned, handing me his phone number

“If it’s alright, please send them over to South Korea to my leader first. I’ll deal with the ring leader” I asked and Mr Cassano nodded. “Done. Go find your girlfriend, kid” Mr Cassano mentioned and I bowed back out of respect before rushing to the bathroom to find (y/n).

Before going into the bathroom, I contacted my members to standby, help with the power fuse and guide everyone out of the restaurant.

“Jen, we’re already on our way and Renjun is working on the power fuse, what’s the situation?” Jaemin asked

“I took down some of Brad’s minions but I don’t see him or the 2 others that were with him during the race. I’m going to the bathroom to look for (y/n)” I replied

“Jen, wait for us, we’re almost there” Haechan exclaimed but I couldn’t care because I need to make sure that (y/n) was alright

Barging into the bathroom, I prepared my gun just in case anyone tried anything and at the slightest sound, I immediately pointed my gun towards it until I heard a shuffling sound. “(y/n)? Dove? Talk to me, love” I called out but there was no sound from her which made me grow worry

As I was about to check each of the stalls, I noticed a shadow from the mirror and instantly turned to fight against whoever it was that tried to sneak up on me. Noticing that the man held a syringe, I grabbed his wrists and made sure that he dropped the syringe before I kicked his legs from behind and pointed a gun towards his temple.

“Where is she?! Where did Brad go? Tell me or I’ll take my time to torture you” I growled but when the man didn’t say anything, I shot his kneecaps just enough so that he would feel the pain

“Talk. Now. While I still have the patience with you” I demanded

“H-he drugged her. He’s, he’s taking her back to his hotel. W-we were supposed to drug you as well because he was salty that you won” the man finally talked and I hit him towards the wall to knock him out right as Haechan came in

“Jen…woaaaaa, d-did you?” Haechan asked. “No. Taeyong would punish me if I killed anyone tonight. He said that Brad took (y/n) to his hotel” I growled, putting my gun back in my pocket, making my way out to see that everyone had already left the restaurant

“Renjun…” I mentioned. “Heard you the first time you confronted him. Yangyang, Jaemin and Shotaro are on their way along with Jungwoo-hyung” Renjun replied

“Send me the address, my job isn’t done until I get Brad so I’m technically going to kill two birds with one stone. Well, without the killing at least” I mentioned and Renjun sent me the address

“You sure it’s a good idea? It could be an ambush” Haechan replied and I checked my phone for (y/n)’s location because her necklace had a tracker on it

“I’m getting my girlfriend and putting that no good of a fraud down. They’re still on their way. Which means I can catch up to them” I stated, taking off my coat as both me and Haechan head towards the back alley where Renjun is

“We’ll tail you from behind. Doyoung and Jaehyun-hyung are handling the Italian mafia to ensure everyone is out of the restaurant and create some sort of story about this incident. Taeyong-hyung also mentioned that the Italian mafia already has someone on their way to clean up the mess” Renjun stated as I changed into the nct mission gear

“I’ll be after Brad since Jaemin and the others are waiting at the hotel, I’m sure that Brad would take a detour and I don’t intend to lose my girlfriend or him” I stated as I put on my helmet and took some things before leaving the van and headed to one of our rented cars

Turning on the maps with the tracker, I placed my phone right on the stand and raced to where (y/n)’s tracker said it was. “Hang on, dove. I’m coming” I muttered, putting in the gears and racing off

It didn’t take me long to get to where the tracker said it was because of the quiet street at night and because the police gave permission to let me pass due to my car’s plate number. I knew that Brad would be taking a detour because Jaemin mentioned that he and the others took care of the rest of his little minions. Stopping right in front of their moving car, they finally took a sharp turn to stop.

Getting out of my car, I shot every single one of the wheels to make sure that they couldn’t escape through their car before I could get through their door, the back door opened and it was Brad along with 2 of his friends who were holding an unconscious (y/n).

Seeing her unconscious figure made my blood boil so I pointed my gun towards Brad. “Let her go or I’ll shoot you myself” I mentioned

“Jeno, jeno, are you sure about that?” Brad chuckled, snapping his fingers and one of his men held a pocket knife right by (y/n)’s throat making my whole body tense but I analysed this situation multiple times before that I knew that I just needed to hold out long enough until my team came

“You’re a fucking coward you know that? Using an innocent girl to get to me? Man up and fight me without using a hostage. But that’s right, you can’t even man up and try to win the race on your own. You had to sabotage the other racers with illegal weapons that you got through abusing the NCT name which you clearly are not in” I ranted, not lowering my weapon one bit even when Brad had a tantrum

“Oh, so you think you’re part of that group? Look at you! Telling people that they can’t do shit but where the hell did you get those weapons and that car anyways? Maybe you’re also using the NCT name like me. Perhaps we are alike than you think” Brad scoffed, coming closer. “I mean, you and I have the same taste in women anyway. Sad that your girl is asleep, it would be more interesting when she’s awake, don’t you agree?” Brad tormented and I gave in because the next second, I punched that smirk off his face with my gun, beginning a long fistfight between the two of us.

Unlike Brad, I had proper combat training so I managed to dodge all of his attacks and landed quite a hard blow on his weak spots; his stomach, the back of his knee, his ankles and his chest (right below his lungs). It wasn’t long until his 2 minions abandoned (y/n) and came to help their little leader which didn’t turn out great for them either.

If Brad was the so-called leader of his group, then his minions were nothing to me. I was clearly on the winning streak with the amount of blows I managed to land on all three of them but when (y/n) slowly regained her consciousness is when I started to get a bit distracted; especially when she called out my name in a weak tone.

“Jeno…” I heard (y/n) uttered which made me stop and rushed towards her half-unconscious figure

“Dove?? Are you okay? What happened? Never mind that, let’s get you out of here, hmm?” I cooed, slowly trying to lift (y/n) and failed to notice a sneaky ambush behind me until I felt a sharp pain on my neck did I turned and elbowed one of Brad’s minions

“Jen….” (y/n) muttered, probably out of worry because she saw me holding onto my neck and taking out the syringe

“Just a minute, dove. I’m okay” I managed to utter, standing back up and actually knocking all three of them unconscious before whatever drug was injected into me actually took effect

Thankfully, my team arrived just in time right as I started to feel hot and my mind was a bit foggy with the only thought being getting (y/n) and leaving this place immediately.

“Jeno!!!” I heard Jungwoo-hyung exclaimed and helped support me

“(y/n), get her out of here and to our room” I uttered and Jungwoo-hyung asked Shotaro to help (y/n) as Yangyang made sure that the backup men get Brad and his minions into the car to be detained first.

After what felt to be the longest night I’ve ever had, we finally reached back to our hotel and I took (y/n) from Shotaro and brought her to our room as Jungwoo-hyung told me to rest as he get the sample of both mine and (y/n)’s blood from Renjun to find out what drug was in our system.

⚠️Trigger Warning! Skip if you're uncomfortable

Once I closed the door to our room, I laid (y/n) down on the bed as she was still practically unconscious while I felt that my body got hotter with every second passing, especially when I saw (y/n). All I could practically think was how I wanted to kiss her so badly and how I wanted to make the both of us feel better. But most importantly, how I wanted to rip all of our clothing and take her then and there which sounded more animalistic than my usual composed self.

Trying to snap myself out of this thought, I tried to go to the bathroom and shower to cool down but instead, it only made me feel even hotter than I already was. Grunting, I put my clothes on and hoped to just sleep off whatever this drug made me feel.

But as soon as I went over to the bed, all I could think was ruining (y/n). My mind and actions contradict each other and in the end, lust won over me and before I knew it, I was already hovering on top of (y/n) right as she slowly regained consciousness.

“J-jen?!” (y/n) exclaimed, her tone was scared which I didn’t like but my body took control over me and one of my hands took her hands, pinning them above her head as my other hand slowly pulled her vest off of her

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me” I cried, trying to close my eyes but my whole body betrayed me right when I took off her vest and slowly unbuttoned her shirt while my lips made their way to her jawline down to her neck and on her collarbone as I heard (y/n) whimpered underneath me, making my shaft harder than it already is.

“Jennn….s-stoppp, please” (y/n) started to cry but for some reason it turned me on even more and right as I nearly unbuttoned her shirt, the door to our room was unlocked and I was pulled away by a strong grip around my neck

“Jeno, sorry about this” I heard Jaehyun-hyung mention and I saw Jaemin wrapping (y/n) with a blanket around her to cover her up before I passed out

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The next time I was awake, I was in a different room and was practically chained to the bed as I remembered the incident of the previous day, immediately trashing around, trying to figure out where the hell I was until I heard a familiar voice.

“Are you back to your normal self or are you horny like an animal going into heat?” Jaehyun-hyung asked and I grunted, hitting my head back on the pillow

“I’m okay, physically now. But I’m not mentally or emotionally okay until I see (y/n)” I grunted

“Not until I know that you’re actually not in the wrong state because you have to know that you hurt her and I don’t think that you want to hurt her anymore” Jaehyun-hyung stated

“How long was I out? Did Renjun manage to get me medicine or an antidote?” I asked, mentally cursing myself for hurting (y/n) in one of the worst ways possible

“You’ve been out for almost 12 hours, had to give you anesthesia ****to make sure that you wouldn’t wake up until Renjun had the proper medicine. Don’t worry about the fraud group, we already have them all. We’ll also be leaving back to South Korea tomorrow. Also, we’ve already injected you with the antidote. I was asking just to make sure that there isn’t any leftover effect” Jaehyun-hyung stated, opening all of the chains

“Where is she? Who’s with her? She’s not alone, right?!” I asked, eager to get out and find (y/n) to apologise for what I did

“Go shower first and regain your composure. You’re going to need it” Jaehyun-hyung suggested, handing me some clothing to shower

After showering and changing everything, Jaehyun-hyung finally allowed me to go back to my room and to see (y/n) which he said that the 00 liners are with her whereas Doyoung and Jungwoo-hyung were dealing with sending the fraud group back to South Korea.

“I’m not the best at giving advices like Taeyong does and I don’t want to come off as the cold senior but do know that we all would always look out for each other and help each other whenever the other messes up. But know that it wasn’t your fault. Yes, you hurt her but you didn’t really have a choice. Your drug made you wild and animalistic. You had no control over the lust that was controlling your body. (y/n) knows it too and I doubt she’d blame you for what happened. Don’t hurt yourself over what already happened. That’s all I can advise” Jaehyun-hyung rambled, opening the door to our room as the others looked at me and bid their farewell to (y/n) who was sitting on the bed

“She’s not angry. She’s just overwhelmed” Jaemin whispered, patting my shoulder as everyone left me with (y/n)

I slowly walked towards (y/n) who was calling out to me but I kept my head hung low because I felt that I didn’t deserve to see her after what I had done. Instead, my legs gave up and I was kneeling in front of her feet by the bed which confused her but I didn’t let her say anything until I let out everything that I was feeling.

“I’m sorry, dove. I’m so fucking sorry. I ruined everything. I hurt you. I did something without your consent. I traumatised you in every way possible. I got you into a mess and instead of being the knight and shining armour, I was worse than the villain. You might forgive me or not it’s fine because I would never forgive myself for what I did. Getting you into the mess was one thing. Getting you drugged, kidnapped and nearly raped you is something that will forever haunt me and I don’t deserve to face you after what I did” I cried out, my bangs covering my blurry sight from her

“Jen….please look at me. I, I’m not angry, Jen. I, I was scared if anything. Not scared of what you might do to me but scared of what happened to the Jeno that I’ve known and fallen for. I was scared that my Jeno would be gone. I’m scared that my Jeno would just leave instead of fighting because I know that you didn’t mean what happened. You didn’t go too far, Jen. I know you were resisting. Please, just don’t leave me. I don’t want my Nono to leave” (y/n) cried out, her hands cupped my face as I felt my body tense

Not being able to look away from her for too long, I eventually looked up to see (y/n) who was crying as well. Her wrists were still red from what I did along with her neck that I accidentally marked. Slowly, I stood back up and cupped her face in mine.

“How, how can you want me back after what I did? Whether I was under the drug influence or not, I still hurt you. I nearly did something so animalistic without your consent. I’ve tainted you and I’m giving you a chance to leave me to find someone better. I failed to protect you” I uttered, my hands were shaking

“No one could ever replace you, Jen. You resisted, I know you did” (y/n) replied. “I tried to resist but clearly I failed. What if my friend didn’t come and pulled me back? What if I went too far? Would you still want me?” I asked, my eyes were on her mark as if it was a mockery towards what kind of person I became

“It wasn’t you. You’re not to blame, Jeno. You still protected me, remember? You promised that if you weren’t there to protect me, you would send someone you know and trust to do so, even if it is against you. Even when you couldn’t, you still did, Jeno. Why can’t you see that? Why can’t you see how much I trust and love you? If I leave you, you won’t be okay and neither will I knowing that you keep beating yourself up. You’ve taken care of me, let me return the favour” (y/n) rambled, standing up and bringing me closer to her

“If I ever, somewhere down the line, ever hurt you like this again. Be it physically, mentally or emotionally. Whether I’m conscious or under influence. Kill me. I’d rather die in your arms knowing that at least the woman I love is finally free of me and I would never love anyone else even in my next life than live my life knowing that I’m the sole reason for all those bad memories and scars. Promise me you’d do that and continue to live your life” I half-whispered, shakily holding her hands that were on my face

“It won’t ever come to that. I know that you will always have a backup plan. And I doubt your friends/members would allow you to go that far after today. Now can we please enjoy our last day while we can?” (y/n) half-joked, making both of us chuckle and I nodded, allowing her to take the lead and kiss me this time. A kiss to our new year as a couple and a reminder to remember and learn of our past to live our life in the present and better ourselves for the future.

Seoul, South Korea - 1:27 am

The sound of loud heavy boots echoed throughout the hallway up until the room where NCT would keep those who have wronged them and many other innocent people. A room that is meant for those to remember of their past, atone for themselves in the present and perhaps get another chance for the future.

“I swear, they’re just pretending to be asleep at this point. It’s been 16 hours since they landed and I know for a fact that Jeno didn’t kill them” Haechan grunted. “I mean look, they’re breathing completely fine”

“We can’t act rashly, remember that time Zennie noona was captured by a mole and opposing gang? Taeyong-hyung was ready to kill anyone if he didn’t get the chance to be satisfied first” Hendery reminded the younger one

“Plus, wouldn’t Jeno would want to do it himself even if they’re not awake yet?” Yuta questioned

“Well, we’re only going to be splashing some ice-cold water on their face or maybe just nail their hands onto the chair. We’re not actually going to kill them. Just to make sure they’re awake for what’s actually coming” Haechan suggested

“Then do it, Haechan” Taeyong stated, the sound of his boots along with Mark, Kun, Ten, Johnny and Chenle’s followed right behind him

“H-hyung…I, I was just joking about the nailing part” Haechan chuckled dryly as his leader walked towards the entire group of frauds

“Well, I’m not. Wake them up by whatever means necessary. Just avoid any of their vital parts. Safe that for Jeno” Taeyong instructed, slowly backing away to allow the playful member to do what he does best

“Welp, you heard the leader” Haechan shrugged, slightly grazing the nail over Brad’s arm which made the tied man scream

“WAITTT!! STOPPP!! WE’RE AWAKE. WE’RE AWAKE” Brad screamed but his voice only echoed within the room

“Ahh, looks like the clown is finally awake now” Haechan chuckled, a sinister smirk forming on his face as Brad and his members nervously took in at the situation they were in

“W-WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS? RIGHT?! WE DIDN’T ACTUALLY HURT ANYONE. ISN’T IT ILLEGAL TO HURT SOMEONE WHO ISN’T FULLY GUILTY?” Brad tried to reason as Taeyong sat on his chair in front of all the weapons laid out and his members were surrounding Brand and his members

“Illegal? You really want to talk about what’s legal and not? With me?” Taeyong scoffed

“I, I mean, isn’t, isn’t NCT as a whole basically illegal? My parents wouldn’t sit tight knowing their son, the only heir to their company is gone missing” Brad rambled as all the NCT members laughed and giggled but stopped at Taeyong’s hand command

“Ahh, your parents. Right. Your dad is also a fraud who fakes his business by killing his rival whereas your mom, is another fraud who sells fake luxury items to people while she gets to live the luxury? Don’t worry, mommy and daddy will reunite with you soon. Since clearly the entire family seems to be rotten to the core” Taeyong stated, making Brad quiver in fear

“Not technically guilty, huh? You misused our name just because no one knows who the actual members are except for me, Mark of DREAM and Kun of WayV. Not only did you misuse our name for your personal pleasure, you tried to cheat at an international grand prix, you sabotaged other racer’s cars, nearly made one of my core members get into an accident which you became salty when he won and proceeded to drug his girlfriend and himself yet you still want to talk about not being actually guilty? To my face?!” Taeyong growled, pushing himself off his seat and made his way in front of Brad

“I-it was a mistake. I know that now. Taeyong. I mean Sir? Please don’t kill me” Brad begged

“Does living really mean something to you?” Taeyong questioned, raising his eyebrow

“Y-yes. I promise I will atone for what I did. I’ll go to jail and reflect on what I’ve done” Brad pleaded

“What are you pleading for?” Taeyong asked again, this time he went behind Brad and patted his shoulders. “I’m not going to let you die. I’m not that heartless to let you and your little gang here die” Taeyong chuckled as Brad and his members also chuckled. “But I didn’t say anything about letting him have his way with you” Taeyong added right as the door opened and Jeno, Jaemin and Yangyang came into the scene making Brad and his members whimper in fear

“Killing you is far too easy and frankly, I don’t have the mercy to do that. You’ll all pay for what you did. To my members, to my group’s name, to me, to my girlfriend. And especially what you made me do to her. I’ll make you regret what you did. How about we start by drugging you with the same thing you drug me and not letting you cum in anyway possible while I take my sweet time in making sure you remember about your sins here” Jeno growled, putting on his glove

A/N: well, this took a lot out of me :)) 11k words. My longest fanfic so far but I hope that everyone enjoyed reading it T^T I've missed writing these kind of fics because I become so into and invested into the storytelling but I hope that it was just as enjoyable as I wrote it. Stay safe and healthy and hopefully I'll be back for another fic (preferably a Jaemin one cause man is getting buffed to quick) xoxo Vinet

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ilivingonmyway · 7 months ago

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Something, something, some headcanons about the Ninja team that I have this is in alphabetical order. Part II here!

Cole

• Being the Earth Elemental, he knows several types of rocks, earth and minerals, as each one has a different structure that can interfere and/or contribute to a task/fight.

• Even though he hated dancing for a long time, he still practiced some steps from different dance styles, because some of them were very similar to moves that could be used in battle he did it in secret thought.

• For a long time he always acted a little distant from the other team members, but he was still there to support them if they needed it.

• He's a mama's boy, and he loved seeing Lilly and Lou dancing together.

• It was his grandfather who chose his name. He was bedridden, but he held on until Lilly gave birth to the baby, and when Grandfather saw the little one he cried, because he knew he wouldn't survive to see the child growing up, So, Lilly asked him to name him, as if it were an "I'll always be here" gesture from grandfather to grandson.

• His favorite game is the one where there's a bunch of food falling from the sky and you have to catch it, he's already broken a record 3 times in this game.

Jay

• He's the fastest and most elastic/flexible on the team. This guy's ability to put his thigh behind his head is insane, you DON'T want to be his partner in stretching exercises.

• He knows the Kyusho-Jitsu. This is a technique/type of fight used to stun/paralyze the opponent by striking pressure points (Curiosity, this is the technique that inspired Ty Lee's Chi Blocking technique from ATLA). He uses this on normal criminals, like thieves, assassins, and smuggling gangs, that way they don't get hurt. However, he also use it on Krypytarium criminals, but with the addition of a mild shock to ensure the criminal is rendered unconscious.

• Edna taught him how to cook, so he has the ability to make really good food. Although he prefers to make roasts and stews.

• Jay is a sleepwalker. Not daily, but during really bad lightning storms. Master Wu often found him sleeping on the highest point of the Monastery after the storm. Once, the Ninjas tried to keep him inside the room during the storm. They locked the door and windows and kept watch. But somehow, Jay still managed to get out of the room and get into the storm. No one ever found out how he did this.

• This one I got from Lloyd’s Guide To Surviving The Merge, a lovely fanfiction of @omgjayaaa, I really loved that one He's a medic. He knows how to treat illnesses, injuries, concussions, etc. It started out more as a hobby. Check out medical books from the local library and spend hours reading and applying the teachings on the Monastery's training dummies (sometimes Zane was the victim) just as a "strange diversion" (Kai's words). However, one day, there was a training accident and Cole dislocated his arm, while everyone was worried trying to call the hospital, in an incredible act not to mention strange of calm, Jay grabbed Cole's arm and relocated it back into place, then he borrowed some materials that were in his room and made a sling for the Earth Elemental's arm. No one ever forgot that day, because while Jay was "Just another normal day" the others were staring at him like "What the fuck was that?"

• I also got this from a Ninjago chat fanfic, also from @omgjayaaa He is a natural with children. You can't say otherwise, that this super sensitive and humorous man doesn't have a natural ability to calm/entertain/do anything involving children. And he really enjoys that, being able to make a baby stop crying and go to sleep or helping a child that got lost from the parents. Your honor, this man has everything it takes to be a good father and you're not going to change my mind.

Kai

• He hates super spicy food, being the Fire Elemental doesn't mean his taste buds are pepper/wasabi approved. He just likes a small amount in his food. Ironically, spicy food can kind of serve as fuel for the fire, so the hotter the pepper is, the more heat the fire emanates from it. Although he hates this ability.

• He's not very good at reading/writing, he left school very early to take care of Nya and the Blacksmith, so he lost most of his literacy skills. However, he took some lessons from Wu, so he didn't feel so out of place.

• In fact, his natural hair is like his mother's, but it's as untamable as his father's, which is why he uses so much hair gel. Like, you can't say that wavy and stubborn hair is not hard to care.

• He's that kind of person who sings in the shower, he often forgets that there are people in the Monastery and starts singing so loud that you can hear it from the training yard.

• He and Jay, often in secret, hang out together. Where? Karaoke. Kai sings and Jay plays the guitar, sometimes they change roles Kai prefers to play the bass. It's a lot of fun for both of them, but they don't want to let others find out, because they know none of them, especially Nya, would let it go.

• As much as many people think otherwise, of the RGB siblings, Kai is the most "stable". Not because he wants to, but because he is Nya and Lloyd's support. He feels very embarrassed when the papers change.

• He is super attentive to people close to him, especially Lloyd, who is the youngest on the team. However, now with the addition of Wyldfyre, Sora and Arin in DR, he is as protective as he was with Lloyd.

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jrooc · 5 months ago

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✨Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Hi hi! Welcome to your local Tag Game. I’m your friendly neighbourhood host, Jess, and today we’re talking fandom. Come play!

Name and A03 handle: Jess, JR_ooc

Current Location: In my kitchen, in my running gear despite having not yet gone for a run 'cause I just remembered I was doing the tag game

Favorite picrew (don't have one? you can skip this or do this one)?

I don't have a favourite but this one is new? Why do I choose questions I can't answer 😂

What's one thing you want in a picrew?

Two toned hair.

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom?

Unsurprising my sportsAU: In My Veins Like Lightning

Why is it your favourite? I just love the story and the boys I wrote and so many of their angsty and sweet moments.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? Both? Some parts came quickly, a lot of the scenes just came to me. But there were some sticky parts I struggled hard with.

Last ao3 fic you commented on? Darkness comes before the Dawn by @ian-galagher @creepkinginc and @transmurderbug and @crossmydna's Locking Down the Locksmith -- both amazing.

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? Things Beyond Mistake -- I am still heartbroken over a year after reading it. What an amazing story I would give my left arm to have finished. We miss you Grayola.

Favorite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? Cocky!Mickey and Tough!Ian. Love when they fall into bed right away and catch feelings after.

Least favourite? I'll read it all but don't love when Mickey after one interaction is all in. Where's the tension! Where's his tough/untrusting side? Also the slow slow slow burns make me insane... not that that stops me.

Secret or surprising kink or trope? A/B/O and really unique AU's like Maintenance or The Circus

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? Like I drank some warm tea. Like things have clicked into place for a moment in time.

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: I'm lucky to have a few but @bawlbrayker always helps with a beta and a kind word or helps me choose when I'm stuck between options. Special mention to @runawaybrainsc @gallapiech and @blue-disco-lights who have been clutch and hugely supportive.

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? Pour a glass of wine, play snails in the discord chat and read some angst with a happy ending or the latest fic club discussion pick.

If you were mentioned, you're tagged! Rest of the tags below the cut:

@deedala @energievie @spookygingerr @michellemisfit @celestialmickey

@mybrainismelted @tanktopgallavich @mickeysgaymom @such-a-barbarian @crestfallercanyon

@rereadanon @too-schoolforcool @roryonic @lee-ow @stocious

@transsexual-dandelions @transmickey @sgtmickeyslaughter @rayrayor @solitarycreaturesthey

@ms-moonlight-inn @whatthebodygraspsnot @suzy-queued @callivich @francesrose3

@doshiart @guinguin1984 @look-i-love-u @spoonfulstar @the-rat-wins

@thepupperino @gallavichgeek @andthatisnotfake @burninface @batty4steddie

@mmmichyyy @pookiebearmick @palepinkgoat @heymrspatel @deathclassic

@wehangout @gallawitchxx @gallavichsuperfan

Lmao I hit my tagging limit so if you see this pls know you’re tagged 😆

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booksndpoetry · 9 months ago

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The Gratitude Series

A Lee Minho Fanfic

Prequel to "A Modern Love Story"

WC : 2.8k words

Pairing : Lee Minho X Fem reader

Genre : Fluff

Triggers/Warnings : Repetitions of two particular words and mentions of brownies; read at your own risk of temptation

A/N : This was inspired by my own conversations with my friends when they told me to stop thanking them. I hope each of you who reads this, gets someone who'll thank you from the bottom of their heart.

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“Some days I adore you a little more than a human being can adore” – Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

To Lee Minho, you were an enigma of sorts. You were like a ball of yarn, threaded with your secrets. And he was the cat, ever curious. Each thread that unravelled, satiated his curiosity, until he wanted more. Until he knew it was never going to be enough. It was more of a depraved hunger than anything, but you didn’t have to know that.

Minho had always considered his part-time job as a barista at the local café just as a way to spend his time wisely and earn some money. He did not expect the best people to be the customers, nor did he think the café was particularly interesting. It just…..was.

But that was his opinion before you came into the café.

The first time he’d seen you, you had ordered a milkshake and sat down at one of the tables, book in hand, the nearly empty café a reflection of your quiet, poised state.

When he’d come to serve your milkshake, you’d stopped reading your book, the original volume of Howl’s Moving Castle he’d observed, as he approached you.

You read his name off his name tag, gifted him, a complete stranger back then, a dazzling smile and said “Thank you.” with the calmest voice he’d ever heard.

He had been surprised. Not because you’d thanked him, more so because you stopped what you were doing just to acknowledge him and thank him, face to face.

He hadn’t known what to do. Receiving thanks or compliments had always been awkward for him.

And so he gave away his embarrassment with the tips of his ears glowing red, muttering something incoherent in reply, and your smile had become a little bit wider.

Just a little bit, but he’d noticed it.

That is how he remembers his first encounter with you, with him completely flustered by you and your bright smile.

ii.

After you had left the café that day, he had come in extra early to work every day, in hopes of catching you if you were an early riser. But to no avail.

After two days, he thought himself stupid. He barely knew you. And you would’ve probably forgotten his name, he reasoned with himself.

Still, his nights were filled with thoughts of you. He thought long and hard about you.

Did you thank everyone that way? Or was it just him you thanked that way?

He had hoped, foolish as it was, that it was the latter.

Had you found him attractive and hence given him your attention?

The question wasn’t entirely baseless. Lots of people frequented the café just to flirt with him. But he knew that it wasn’t the case, he would have remembered you if you’d come there before.

Would you come back again? Would he see you again?

And so, he’d tossed and turned. He couldn’t get his mind off you.

The two days turned into four weeks and the study group he was in at University, had set up a meeting at the music club.

When he’d asked Chan, the person who had organized everything, why they hadn’t set up the meeting in the University’s large library, the latter had unashamedly said that the library wouldn’t allow food in and hence the spot was selected.

Even on the walk to the meeting, Minho rolls his eyes.

The library would have been much quieter. With no rules to maintain silence, he had no idea how to protect his ears from his group of extremely loud friends.

He arrives minutes before the meeting. The tiny room was packed and he was already assessing the number of decibels emitted from the inside.

Taking a breath, he pushes the door open and walks inside. The entire study group had assembled for the first time, and there were a lot more people than he’d expected.

As soon as he sits down, Chan who had been chatting with someone next to him, turns and greets Minho. Minho nods in acknowledgement, looking away and that’s when he sees you for the second time.

You sit in a corner of the room, nose deep in a book, just like the first time he’d met you.

Today, you’re decked up in a long winter coat, and a lemon-coloured scarf wrapped around your neck.

Just like the first time, you’re smiling as you read your book.

Just like the first time, you manage to take his breath away.

And just like the first time, he doesn’t know what to think, let alone what to do.

Despite that, he knows that he might not have a chance to see you again and thus, musters up all his courage and approaches you, which is exactly when Felix decides to announce that he brought brownies for everyone. Minho has to clamp his mouth shut to stop a groan from escaping him.

Great, he thinks, now he would never ever have a chance with you again and he would die an old cat gentleman.

Even in his head, he thinks it sounds ridiculous. He reminds himself not to hang out too much around Hyunjin. The dramatics were rubbing off on him.

Shaking his head, he goes back to retake his seat when he notices Felix distributing scrumptious looking brownies (that he knew were delectable) to the large group of people, by himself.

He also notices another box, and maybe it is because he’s gotten so used to serving people, he takes the box up and starts distributing brownies to the other table.

Felix offers him a cheery thanks and Minho just waves him off.

When he gets to your table, Minho holds his breath. He expects you to have forgotten him, but you lift your head and say,

“Hey, Minho right? We meet again.”

and all the practice he’s given himself goes down the drain. Clearing his throat, he pretends he isn’t affected by the fact that you remember his name, and extends a brownie towards you. You look at his outstretched hand and take the brownie, and just as he’d predicted, you look up at him, still smiling, and gift him a:

“Thank you.”

He’s just as bothered, with the base of his neck going red at the words. However, in a burst of courage, he’s taking a chance with you just to lengthen the conversation.

“I’m not the one who made them, Felix did.”, he informs you and you tilt your head slightly.

“I know, I’ll thank him later.”, you reply, “I’m thanking you now.”

“Why?” he asks. He doesn’t know, why you did it. He wanted to know.

“Because”, you say, your words slow and deliberate, like you had all the time in the world,

“you could have let him distribute them to everyone, all the thirty five students, all by himself. It wouldn’t have been a big deal. But you chose to help him and give some of us a brownie, when you could’ve eaten yours first. So, thank you.”

He’s stunned. Both by the sincerity of your words and the honesty you delivered them with.

For a moment he stands there, absorbing your words. Before he can respond, one of them asks if they can have one more cupcake and he gets to his senses. You smile and wave him off.

The second time too, he thinks, was just as delightful as the first.

Maybe Chan chose the right spot after all.

iii.

Slowly, Minho eases his way into your life until you’re both latched together, like two sides of the same coin. He makes you milkshakes even when he’s not in the café and you smile and thank him for it, every time.

He’s grown used to your words of gratitude, but he knows that you don’t throw the words around lightly. So, he makes space in his heart for all your thank yous, and slowly learns how to respond to them too.

He wonders whether it is because you two aren’t close yet, that perhaps you feel the need to thank him for every little thing. He shrugs it off, feeling like you might stop your adorable habit once you fully get to know him.

But mostly, he wants you to stop looking at him and smiling at him like he’s the candle burning on your desk at dusk, the only source of light when you need it. Because, he feels like it might never be enough when he falls for you.

It was so easy to fall in love with you, your entire existence a balm to his soul effortlessly.

He thinks about it then, when he jogs to get you your water bottle from your bag, placed at the very end of the basketball court you were running in to get your daily laps in.

Just as he’d predicted, you tell him:

“Thank you.”

His chest feels too tight, like he’s been running for an hour, when he’s only been jogging for twenty minutes.

He wants you to stop.

He wants you to tell him those words for the rest of his life.

Minho feels like collapsing in the middle of the basketball court, to hit his head hard enough. Just so he can stop this heady feeling from consuming him whole.

iv.

Minho feels himself flying in love with you. Why? Because he sees you are already in love with him too.

It’s unmistakable in the way your eyes search for him whenever he comes into a room.

It’s in how you always try to say yes to all his plans even though he tells you it’s okay if you feel otherwise.

It’s in the way you smile at him, something only for him to see.

But mostly, he knows it because of your eyes. Your eyes light up at his arrival, and they are transparent pools of your love for him, as clear as daylight.

And that, he learns, makes all the difference.

Before you, Minho had a hard time trusting words.

Why?

Because they were grand and promising at first, but empty if they weren’t followed by true actions.

Most of the people early in his life only talked and talked, empty words with thoughts of what could’ve been, except they never were.

But with you, Minho knew they were true to their meaning.

He’d seen you bear the weight of them when you stayed behind for two hours in class to help a failing classmate.

He’d seen you fulfil them when you stayed up for hours writing something for the highest grade you had ever gotten, even if it was for extra credit.

He sees you stay true to them when you call your mom every single day like you’d promised, and when you call him without fail each time you go to the department store to ask him if he wants something.

All he sees is you.

You were an exception to his every agenda, every single time.

He has no complaints.

vi.

One week before the finals, you're holed up in your room, ignoring all his calls, and Minho knows what's up.

Your Psychology exams are what’s up.

He drops by to your place and lets himself in, shoes placed in your shoe stand, just the way you do it. Going in, he gives a shout to let you know of his arrival. You holler something back & he takes it that you know.

Wandering to the kitchen, he spots a fruit bowl. Thinking that you could use a snack after all the studying you've done, he takes a few oranges from it and heads to your room.

The sight of you hunched over your desk, buried in your books, your glasses barely hanging off your nose is what greets him.

For a moment, all of it ceases to exist except him and his thoughts and you.

He'd read all about the pinings of writers and poets who'd sworn that their lovers and muses were capable of taking their breath away at any time, even when they might look unflattering to the rest of the world.

Minho had disagreed. One had to look unpresentable when they were buried in work and gave no thought about maintaining their appearance, right?

Wrong.

He's rendered wrong.

So, so, wrong.

Because the sight of you then, bare-faced and bespectacled, puckered lips and furrowed eyebrows elicits an emotion he doesn't know how to name.

It's strong, this little feeling and every time you purse your lips or scrunch your nose, it grows stronger. He doesn't know what to do with the stubborn feeling, but he knows it's there to stay.

You were so engrossed in your reading that it took you a good three minutes to find out Minho was in the room.

After you do though, you abandon your textbook on the study desk and turn your attention to Minho.

“Oh hey. Need something?”

He chuckles, running a hand through his silky, wine-red strands as he takes you in fully, eyes subtle but greedy in their perusal of you.

“I should be the one asking you that, you being buried in work and all.”

He gestures to your growing pile of papers, notes, and books.

You let a whine in response.

“Don’t remind me of that. I’m taking a break. Seriously, I don’t get why I need to know the names of all the medical records used in the world. How am I supposed to treat other people, when I myself am slowly going insane?”

You punctuate your rambling by sinking further into your chair until it shakes.

He doesn’t know how to respond to that. But he does know how to make you feel better, that’s one thing he prides himself in.

Coming to stand in front of you, he slowly reveals the arm behind his back and flourishes the oranges he’s fetched, like a magician exhibiting a miracle.

You’re a magician of your own, giving away one of your dizzying smiles that he can see in his head for days on end.

He slowly sits down on the floor, and starts peeling an orange. You join him and reach for one, but he swats your hand away. You frown, but abandon all thoughts of oranges when you remember your assignment, still very much unfinished.

You abruptly get up, startling Minho out of his trance. He flinches before glaring at you. You cheekily smile down at him.

“Sorry Min, I have to get this done before nightfall.”

“Okay.” He says, even as gets up to shove a piece of fruit in your mouth.

“Mo, yw don undastan-“

“Don’t talk while you’re eating.”

You glare at him, but do as he says.

Even in your disgruntled state, you manage a quiet “Thank you.”

You know how Minho left the comfort of his home just to come to cheer you up, even when he’s a homebody. And you’re grateful for it; you would’ve holed up in your room until you disintegrated into bits otherwise.

He just shakes his head.

Silence prevails in the room for a while, unless interrupted by the clicks of the keyboard and the quiet chewing as he feeds you slices.

“You don’t have to say thank you to me all the time, y’know?” Minho begins, leaning beside you on your mahogany desk.

You absently hum and finish typing the sentence. Only then do you fully process his words.

“Huh?”

“We’re friends now, or at least I think we are. So, you don’t have to thank me for every little thing. It feels like you’re being formal with me.”

This is the longest you’ve spoken with me, and it’s because of my thank yous. Isn’t that reason enough for me to tell you those words every time?

The words are at the tip of your tongue, but you swallow them down. They weren’t for now, this moment.

You just exhale and give his head a ruffle. He dodges it, and glares at you, reminding you of his cats.

Your mouth curves upwards.

“What are the words ‘Thank you’ for then?

I don’t think they exist just for a half-hearted appreciation for someone I barely know.

I think they exist so I can try and convey my gratitude to the people close to me. I won’t ever be able to fully convey the feelings in words, but I can try.

So think of each of my thank yous as a two-word love letter sealed with joy for being in my life.

Is that better?”

You duck your head down, shy after your sudden outburst of emotion.

I won’t ever be able to convey my gratitude fully, but I can try.

A two-word love letter sealed with joy for being in my life.

Good god, he believes you’re an angel at that instant.

You were ethereal in every way, whether that be the way you talked, the way you walked or the way you looked at him with thoughtful eyes, like he was the star in each one of your universes.

No ordinary person could be like that, could they?

He’s at a loss for words, like usual. And that doesn’t surprise you. He was a man of a few words anyway.

Stealing an orange slice, you get back to work.

This time, Minho thinks, even the word ‘delightful’ doesn’t cover it. He’s sure that no word can encompass even a sliver of your essence, except maybe the words ‘Thank you’.

And he hopes that now you’ll let him tell you that every single day.

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blossomwritesthings · 7 months ago

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𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 →

pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

content & warnings: some of the skz members are downright assholes in this, not everyone is perfect and some characters are EXTREMELY flawed. Age gap romance (but really, they're still adults so it's not that big of a deal). Drugs and alcohol are heavily mentioned (weed, coke, meth, etc.). Sexual references and themes throughout, including noncon later on in the fic. Abusive and destructive romantic/friend relationships are prominent. Heavy topics like: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism, abuse, and self harm are throughout. Explicit sex will happen at some point. Strong, explicit language.

word count: 400

summary: lee minho was a very content man living his quiet life alongside his childhood best friend chris. they were both studying at the korean national university of arts. but never did minho expect chris' little brother lee felix to join them four years later.

quickly rising to popularity as the freshman known for legendary parties full of drugs and liquor, felix's reputation for being the campus' "thirsty little slut" is all-consuming. but minho, a senior, remains unfazed by the change in felix from the boy he once knew.

yet, perhaps felix's transformation is driven by more than just growing up.

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a/n: I randomly had the idea to start this fic when I was driving to work one day and listening to tate mcrae's song exes lmao so... here we are 💀 I have no idea how long this is gonna be, but I've already finished writing two chapters, and I have no clue where half of this is gonna go... but some of my best work has been when I'm simply "winging it" and just letting my creative mind and mania take over for me. 😃 anyways, hope you guys enjoy this new series! it's gonna be super angsty and dark, which I am kinda living for, esp with minlix's dynamic. also, minho is more so the 'innocent, goody-too-shoes' in this fic than Felix, which is a big change from most of my minlix pieces so, there's that! 🤔

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). do not copy, spin-off, or write inspired work based off of this fanfic without full permission to do so. ©ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

̶﹒⊹﹒ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴀᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴠᴇʀ ！،، 🌌 𖥻 𓂃 ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴇ ᴀ ꜰɪꜱᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴏꜰ ᴘɪʟʟꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ╰╮ 🌑

“I never asked to be let in, Felix,” Minho said, but the words came out as a whisper instead. Like if he spoke loud enough, someone from inside the party would hear them and come running out to take photos. Look, the campus' local desperate senior trying to coax the popular freshman into- “You know I didn’t. Not like this, never.”

Without even trying to, Minho could feel his body moving again. His hand reached up and caressed Felix’s cheek. Thumb smoothing across freckles and softness, brushing just underneath his long eyelashes. And for a moment, just like it was a dream in the twinkle of the galaxies, Felix leaned into it. Let himself go for but a mere breath, sighing with the caress.

He pressed his face a little closer to Minho’s hand, eyes fluttering shut. Cheeks heating up underneath Minho’s touch, his gaze shot open again as soon as the thumb underneath his eye migrated to his mouth. Migrated to caressing his bottom lip, with Minho's gaze locked on the swollenness there.

“Don’t.”

Minho watched the single word escape past Felix’s lips and instantly, the tension in the air between them broke and shattered. Like someone had taken a knife to his heart once more, tearing him apart by flesh and bone, his hand was dropping from Felix’s skin.

“Go back to the party so you can get fucked by Renjun.”

The statement was a double-edged sword, both of them knew.

The words registered in Felix’s mind and Minho watched as disdain colored his energy again. Painting him in violent shades of crimson and lilac, Felix said nothing as Minho backed away from the presence and into the elevator.

Just before he was able to press the button inside to go down, Felix reached out and grabbed ahold of the elevator’s door. “Don’t you ever fucking come back around these parts, or I’ll-” He spit out in a venomous kind of way, the myriad of emotions swirling in his pupils.

“You’ll… what? Beat me up? You and I both know you’re not capable of that, Lixie…” Minho said, his tone twirling around the crackling ambiance between them. He flashed Felix one final smirk, before pushing the button to go down to the first floor and letting the doors shut Felix out

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quokkaholic · 2 months ago

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Playlist🖤 h.j

Hi all! This is my first time posting a fanfic, so if you read this please give me some grace :) I am definitely open to suggestions especially when it comes to the title

Warnings: Cussing, drinking (I’ll update the warning list as I go, please let me know if I missed anything or)

Synopsis: This is a Han Jisung fic. It will be about a fmc who is in graduate school for library science and is working at her local library. It will probably be y/n bc, let’s be real, we all self insert no matter what the character is named. That being said, I will be writing her as a 23-24 (haven’t decided a birthday but she was born in 2000) y/o , midsize, slightly alternative looking (short hair, piercings, tattoos), well traveled, woman who lives in the southern United States. She meets Han (idol) at a bar on her biennial solo vacation. They hit it off massively (of course) and primarily bond over their shared interest in each other’s culture and love for music. There will be mature/sexual content eventually. I do plan to add Lee know to the relationship later on so it’s kinda a throuple situation with very light mm. Also, side note, I’m aware that Han is not fluent in English. In a perfect world I’d be able to write a language barrier romance without it being offensive, but I am not confident in my ability to do that. So this is an au where Han is knows English fluently. I might incorporate him not knowing more obscure words that’s aren’t necessary for effective communication but idk.

Chapter 1

Busan Blonde

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The Busan sun is beating down on your sandy blanket making you especially grateful for the umbrella you begrudgingly decided to rent. You're dedicated not to wasting a single moment of your two weeks here in South Korea after saving up for it for the past two years, but, on vacation, lounging on the beach is no waste of time. Even after saving for the past two years, you still have to eat at convenient stores and stay at hostels more than you'd like; part-time work at the library doesn’t pay much, but you knew that and still decided to go back to school to study library science. Despite those skimpy funds, you have found a way to vacation out of the country every other year since you turned 18, and this year South Korea was your destination.

You're already on your fifth day here. The first day was just shopping, shoving your face with authentic food, and trying to adjust to the 15 hour time change. The last four days were a whirlwind in Busan, where you landed. you have been a constant speed run of temples, Culture villages, and museums. Luckily yesterday on your fourth evening in Busan, a friendly group of Spanish travelers came to the hostel and invited you to Haeundae beach with them for some actual relaxation. You have really enjoyed spending time with other travelers and hearing about their home countries and other vacations as well as sharing your own. They are a few years younger than you, but you have experienced first hand that age shouldn’t come between friendships. You have met many retirees traveling the world, and some you even still keep contact with today. That being said, the more time you spend with them the more apparent it becomes that while age shouldn’t be an issue, maturity can be. You debate on declining their offer retroactively, but fuck wouldn’t that just make it awkward as hell. The beach will be nice no matter what, beaches are always nice! You all meet up for a surprisingly docile breakfast, but as soon as you all arrive at the water, your gut feelings prove to be correct. Unfortunately their niceness cannot overcome the maturity gap between you. As friendly as they are, the group has become a bit too… rowdy. Kicking sand, shooting water guns, you had to draw the line when a pair of them started crossing the boundary between second and third base just right there next to you. The lady sitting next to you who you learned last night is named Gloria gave you an apologetic look when you whispered to her that you were going to have to go ahead and move somewhere else, but you got her socials before finding a more peaceful spot out of earshot. While you were right about the group’s lack of tact, you were also right about beaches always being great. The rest of the afternoon was spent alternating between reading in the sand and wading in the waves, after a short rest, you headed back to the hostel to wash up and grab your bag and head to the train station to head to Seoul.

The train ride was pleasant with stunning views as the sun set. It was only two hours and some change; you only brought two books with you to save valuable carry on space, so in order to have something to read on the flight home you decided to listen to music instead. You’ve already started working on your Korean memories playlist: a playlist of songs you have been listening to while here, songs you have heard here, and songs that just remind you of your time here for one reason or another. It'll take a while until it’s fine tuned; You’ll be listening, adding, removing, and listening again for at least a few weeks.

Upon arriving in Seoul, you’re goddamned starving. You stop at a small shop with a picture of rabboki in the window. That was enough to draw you in. There’s a few customers in here as well despite it being past ten at night. You embarrassingly stumble your way through ordering. Even though you are not anywhere near proficient in even the most basic Korean, you always attempt to speak the native language of the countries you visit out of respect. The food was exactly what you needed: warm, comforting, and the extra cheese you were recommended was definitely the right decision you thought at least until your almost inevitable tummy ache later.

Arriving at your hostel, you can't help but be slightly disappointed in the quality. To be fair, you thought you had hit the jackpot with these accommodations, but unfortunately the pictures online don’t really line up with what you are seeing. You find your bank and quickly prepare for sleep in the shared bathroom then lay in bed. You tell yourself it’s okay, this hostel is just a place to sleep and bathe. Just when you are about to drift off to sleep, You’re yanked back to consciousness by the grating sound of your bunkmate snoring

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A.n lol we’ll meet Han next chapter I promise 💕

-mo

#han jisung #stray kids #skz #skz x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung fanfic #han skz #skz fanfic #Spotify

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 year ago

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tuesday again 10/3/2023

september was not kind but we're back with a real making section babEY and lengthy all other sections

listening

SHIFTED by Jolynn J Chin, a progressive jazz (?) piano piece that changes time signatures on every bar. i am led to understand this is a massive technical achievement but more importantly to me it sounds cool as hell. this is a little funny bc pianist friends occasionally complain that the technically challenging pieces that are fun to play aren't that fun to actually listen to. spotify

youtube

the artist uploaded an explainer video that went well over my head but i have no music theory background. i know that not every video with a lady patiently talking through a problem on a whiteboard is going to be a physics video but spiritually this is a physics video to me

youtube

how'd i find this: spotify discover weekly

reading

lee winter's The Fixer. perfectly fine technical quality of writing but absolutely bizarre plot. there will be spoilers for this book bc i cannot talk about this book without them.

A naive activist is hired by a corporate villain but doesn’t realize it. Cue one awkward farce, a twisty puzzle, and the slowest of slow burns in this opposites-attract, ice queen romance. Nine years ago, aloof, icy Michelle Hastings chose career over love. She’s now living with that choice as she rules a secret corporation catering to the rich and powerful. Enter Eden Lawless. The guileless activist finds it a bit weird being employed by a mystery organization to bring down a corrupt mayor. But, hey, she’s up for a challenge. Much harder is getting her beautiful new boss out of her head. The pull between them is electric.

this was not the fanfic level of mean woman i prefer. this woman is a bit of a tsundere boss with some past regrets. like yeah her Company does awful shit but she herself is a very restrained sort of James Bond villain level of icy polite.

unfortunately the actual plot itself is so fucking bizarre.

one of my two concerns: the author is not Jewish but has written Michelle as such, and employed sensitivity readers. i do not know that it is in the very best of taste to have a Jewish woman as the head of a shadowy, textually evil, para-governmental organization pulling strings behind the scenes for the rich and powerful.

the other thing that really threw me is that the series of events we are concerned with, a mayoral election in small-town uhhhh maryland??? i have returned the book and cannot fact check-- seems to be a very thinly veiled rehashing of the 2016 presidential primaries. but as a mayoral campaign.

there is an obnoxious redheaded used car salesman who is running for national publicity for his used car business and writes nasty jingles about his main opponent, a very unpleasant woman who nevertheless gets things done but WAS a slumlord and DID ruin our activist Eden's life. everyone in the county is in her pocket. things are running quietly and well in town, and her platform is solar. the solar farms would take up literally all the actual farmland in the country and (spoiler) she is defeated bc the townspeople think this would be an eyesore and not actually bring that many jobs to the town. again, i stress this is a small town mayoral campaign. they are a college town but it is an EXTREMELY small lib arts college. she has the correct idea about renewables but downfall is that she personally is reprehensible and is going about renewables WRONG!!!

our main character Eden sinks this renewable energy plan bc, again, in college, legally-not-Hillary-Clinton got her dad fired from the local hospital and ran them out of town bc of Eden's protests against her slumlord activities.

then there is the objectively best candidate, a retired pediatrician in the very early stages of dementia who is sort of a puppet candidate for his wife, the actual political mind who hired the evil CEO Michelle's company through a shell company in order to sink her husband's opponent. VERY weird setup.

this was indirectly recced by a big name romance writer who would would not appreciate being tagged lol. i will not be reading the second half of this duology. too much stuff that made me go WHUH???

watching

The Big O is a 1999 and then 2003 detective noir mecha anime. i have never wondered what batman: the animated series would look like if it went in a different retrofuturist direction and put bruce wayne in mecha, but now i have that answer.

this show looks good as fuckin hell. there are SO many dutch angles and dials and gadgets and switches. there's a cut in the first episode that doesn't translate well to screenshots, to the interior of a luxury apartment building and the water in the pool is sloshing around as mechs fight outside.

ive only seen the first three episodes but im having a marvelous fucking time. very importantly for me, there is a robot who is a child but notorious womanizer Bruce Wayne Roger Smith isn't fuckin weird about it.

how i found it: this post reblogged by @ouroborosenso ! the line "You're a louse, Roger Smith." got one short sharp bark of laughter out of me, and a bone dry sense of humor is an excellent selling point. it's available on the internet archive (dubbed but no subtitles)

playing

im having a grand old time with g/enshin's new area. my shit did kind of get rocked with the revelation that the prisoners-- okay let's back up. the player character gets sent to prison on false charges so they can investigate something for the chief justice. backing up farther, the watery land of Fontaine runs on magic energy produced during its court trials. this incentivizes them to make the court trials full-on fucking dramatic productions with very little care for like. victims. once convicted (fontaine feels like it has a near 100% conviction rate, very much like japan) prisoners go to an underwater prison that is a more steampunk version of bioshock. these prisoners make the automated clockwork humanoid police force, as well as the automated clockwork police dogs. there is a panopticon.

the economy in the prison (cannot believe this game that wants me to spend money on anime waifus so i can watch their skirts billow teasingly in the wind while i fight big monsters also wants me to think about prison economies) anyway the economy in the prison is scrip-based. you get one free meal a day but everything else runs on scrip. apparently many people choose to stay in prison after their terms are up bc they have achieved some sort of power and stability there. says a lot about the surface world, don't it? wish we SAW literally any of that in the surface world!

i guess being very overt about drawing from a fifteen year old game is like. kosher? so many other games have drawn from bioshock, but genshin draws so heavily and frequently from Breath of the Wild that it was a little jarring to go from the last area with the cute little korok seed knockoffs and a lot of thinking about academic misconduct to somewhere with a flavor of politics i think a lot more about. as you travel throughout the land of genshin impact, you are quite involved in big diplomatic incidents and overthrowing various baddies, installing the correct people, things of this nature. i think this new land of Fontaine is the most overtly political in that literally all of your time here is spent thinking about exactly how this country's administration operates. it's not a real "hey look we've recreated the Torture Nexus" situation yet but i am curious about what sort of themes the next expansion will be chewing on. im also not quite done with the second of two giant quests that take place in the prison so stay tuned.

bonkers fucking game. wish it wasn't gambling based and didn't have to adhere so closely to chinese restrictions. wish literally ANY outlet was regularly covering this insane lore hiding under the gacha and grind systems

making

the goddamn couch covers are finally done. they are 9x12 and 12x16 100% cotton drop cloths from Chicago Art Supply, and im quite happy with their quality (evenness of weave, normal selvededge, normal seams). i used rit all purpose dye in fuchsia (hot bucket method with colorstay, more on that later) and the itajime triangle method of shibori dyeing. this involved folding the fabric accordion-wise, folding it like a flag, then sandwiching it between two triangles of wood or plastic with many many many rubber bands or twine.

it was a right fucking bitch to prewash, dry, and fold these fuckers. mack was deeply unhelpful. if i need to wash them in future i will be visiting a laundromat.

i could not procure enough dye locally for the recommended 1 packet per 1 lb of dry fabric (4 and 8 pounds respectively) so i did a .75 strength dye bath, since i wasn’t trying to dye the entire thing perfectly and evenly. i think you could probably do a half or quarter strength with more time and be fine. the photo on the left is the smaller dropcloth after a half hour in the bucket (unfolded in the washer to reduce. well to just reduce many problems) , and i did not like that high of a contrast bc i did want some color on all the fabric. so i unfolded and dunked the whole thing back in for literally thirty seconds and it promptly sucked up the rest of the available dye molecules, making it lower contrast than i wanted. so it goes.

i didn’t like how even and neat the triangle motif was on this go round (when deciding on colors and patterns for this project i was thinking about coral and pink cow print but did not want a literal pink cow print couch), so for the next one i did a much worse job folding and was way more aggressive with the rubber bands. i also folded it in half lengthwise to make the accordion folds easier for myself, something i did not do for the smaller one.

and here she is through my balcony screen door after an hour in the dye bucket and a wash with half the recommended amount of fixative to get it to bleed a Little for better coverage of the fabric but keep it lower contrast. i am not completely thrilled with how this came out bc i feel it reads a little sorority girl tshirt. im not sure if making the motif/triangles smaller would have helped any, and even though i was not folding it in half every time you can only fold something so many times before it becomes extremely cumbersome.

couch before the cushion, the cover loosely on the couch. i am going to safety pin and tuck the shit out of this but do not currently have the bandwidth to actually sew it. we’ll see how this goes! kind of a pain in the ass and physically taxing but not a lot of actual hands on time, and now the dyeing bug is out of my system.

preview of next project: i am going to repaint this somewhat shabby globe bar with northern hemisphere constellations :)

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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dlibskzh · 10 months ago

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MIDNIGHT MEMORIES - A SEUNGMIN FANFIC

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1: 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓

MASTERLIST

CHARACTERS: non idol!Kim Seungmin x reader, Lee Know (referred to as Minho), Hyunjin, Sophie (reader’s best friend), Amelie (reader’s second friend), Derrick (reader’s ex boyfriend).

Themes for chapter: reader goes clubbing, drinking/alcohol consumption, pining (m), drunk kissing (both characters are somewhat sober), cheating (only kissing drunkenly), use of swear words, guilt, mentions of abuse, getting into an Uber with a stranger.

see pinterest board here for chapter inspo.

WC: 1515 words

a/n thank you for reading my content! Lmk any feedback. This is my first series so bare with me!

Maybe it’s the way she walked that got his attention? It was like she walked straight into his heart and stole it. Seungmin was sitting at the bar with a whiskey in hand, anticipating how the night would unfold. The bar was adjacent to the entrance, so he could spot his next chick. He came here quite often with his two friends, Minho and Hyunjin, as a sort of a stress-reliever every Friday night.

The night was only young when you and your best friend, Sophie, decided to go to the local club for a girls’ night. “Hey Am, do you wanna come to the club with us?” Sophie spoke into the phone while shaving her legs and trying not to scrape herself in the process. “Heck yeah! Maybe there’ll actually be some hot guys there this time!” Amelie replied, seemingly excited. “Don’t get your hopes up, Am” you replied, “Most of ‘em are assholes anyway.” you said while fitting yourself in your mini dress. “You never know,” Amelie retorted.

“Enough chit-chat ladies, the night is only young!” Sophie concluded as she finished freshening up. “I’ll meet you guys outside then” Amelie said before hanging up the phone. With that, you and Sophie ordered an Uber to the club so neither of you needed to be the sober-bob. You met Amelie outside and went straight up to get your ID checked. Once you and the girls were successful, you confidently strutted into the club, eager for a fun night ahead.

That’s the exact moment that you caught Seungmin’s eye. “Oi, look at those three!” Minho pointed out you, Sophie and Am. “I call the red-head!” Hyunjin giggled as he gestured to Amelie. “Alright then, Jin I’ll win over the blonde one and Seungmin can have the brunette” Minho said while reaching over to pat Seungmin on the back. All the while, he was staring at you from the other side of the room, eyes fixated on the way that you laughed, the way that you talked, and the way that that sparkly mini-dress hugged your curves in just the right ways. “Ain’t that right, Seungie” Minho shook his shoulders. To be quite honest, Seungmin wasn't paying attention to the plan that Minho and Hyunjin were cooking up. He was too busy imagining what it would be like to have your lips on his. “Oh, yeah” Seungmin quickly snapped back to reality.

Sophie was the one to spot the three boys over at the bar. “Oh my god, look at those three 10s over there” she whispered in your ear while trying to be discreet. You snapped your head to the side, only to make eye-contact with the hottest man you had ever seen. “Holy..” you muttered. Amelie tapped both you and Sophie on the shoulders, “I bet we can jag a nightie with those fellas. They’ve literally been ogling at us this entire time” she said. You looked between your best friends and decided who was gonna talk up who. “I want the blondie with the sexy lips'' Sophie asserted, “he looks like he can get me to orgasm with just his mouth.” You looked over at the tall, blonde haired boy, trying to figure out whether he’d be a match for your bestie. “Ok but seriously guys, the one with the brunette hair is literally calling my name. He’s got that swagger to him” Amelie added. Which just left you with the black-haired boy who’d been staring you down since you walked in this place. Yeah, you noticed alright.

The three of you gathered your belongings and made it over to the men. ‘Oh my god guys they’re actually coming!” Hyunjin stated, straightening up to look his best. “Hello ladies” Minho started once you’d reached them, “to what do we owe this pleasure?” Amelie moved next to the brunette. “We were hoping, you fine young men would get us drinks” she announced, leaning closer to her man. “So what’ll it be, blondie?” Hyunjin spoke up, gesturing to Sophie. “I’ll get a mango daiquiri on the rocks.” she stated. And she was off with him. That left you and the creep. Well, the cute creep at least. “Hi, I’m Seungmin” he finally managed to get out. “Hi, Seungmin, I’m Y/N”. He had never heard a name more beautiful in his life. As he shook your hand, you could see how nervous he was. He ordered you a drink and you got to talking. “You’re very pretty Y/N’ he complimented, taking a sip of his third whiskey for the night. “Thanks, I never really hear that a lot.” The truth of the matter was, you had a boyfriend. He was great at the start of your relationship but he got worse as you progressed. He always ignored you and it sometimes led to huge arguments. Which ultimately resulted in a physical fight where he laid hands on you. You wanted to get out, but you were scared.

The small talk turned into drunken laughter about nonsense. By now, it was about time you headed to the dance floor. You looked over at Seungmin and noticed that he had a cute bracelet on his hand. You had no idea of the significance, so you slipped it off his wrist and onto your own. He said, “can you give that back?” to which you replied, “never in your wildest dreams.” and with that, you dragged him onto the dance floor. You were too far gone to even register what songs the DJ was playing. All you knew was that somehow, it felt right. Seungmin couldn’t stop watching you dance next to him. He was mesmerized by the way the strobe lights seemed to radiate off your body as you twirled. He excused himself to grab some water for you both, not wanting you to feel sick and throw up on everybody around you. For a moment, it felt lonely without him there. It was like your body longed for his presence before your mind could catch up.

After what seemed like a long time, He returned with two cups of water. He handed one to you, which you took reluctantly. With every sip, you felt yourself sober up just a little. You noticed a sparkle in Seungmin’s eyes as you grew aware of his treatment towards you. Random guys you meet in the club are never usually this nice to you. They usually just want a quick fuck and that’ll be it, but with Seungmin, you felt somewhat safe. You never felt like this with your boyfriend.

It was getting to that time in the night where you’re starting to remember things a bit more clearly. The DJ turned up the music and you quickly recognised the song. You turned to Seungmin, and he gave you the prettiest smile you thought you’d ever seen. Starships by Nicki Minaj blared in the background as you and Seungmin shouted the lyrics towards each other. He was laughing just as hysterically as you, dancing at the same time. It felt like you were on cloud nine. All of a sudden, Seungmin’s look changed from an endearing one to a more lustful gaze. He pulled you towards him so that you were basically bumping noses. He reached down and swept a piece of hair behind your ear. “I don’t really care what happens after tonight and I might be a little intoxicated, but you’re truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He bit his lips. You didn’t feel the need to respond with words because your whole body agreed with his words. So you put your hands on his cheeks and kissed him deeply. You didn’t care that your boyfriend was at home. You didn’t care about the consequences of your actions at this present moment. All you wanted to do was revel in the pure safety that you felt with Seungmin.

You never felt like this with your boyfriend. And as you parted from the kiss, you could sense the pure love in Seungmin’s eyes. That’s when it hit you, that you had just cheated on Derrick. Your abusive boyfriend Derrick. Derrick who was surely going to beat you if he ever found out you kissed some guy at the club. Seungmin hadn’t let go of you yet, so he could see the worry in your eyes. “Hey Hey Hey” he started, “are you ok? What’s wrong?” He thought he’d gone too far. He thought the kiss was bad or that he misread this whole situation. “I have to get home.” You said sternly. You ran straight over to Soph, who had her tongue down Hyunjin’s throat, “Soph, Soph! I gotta get home Derrick’s gonna kill me!” You yelled over the loud music. “Babes I’m kinda busy” She mumbled. As if in a queue, Seungmin came over. “Hey, listen I’ll get us an Uber” He said meekly, getting out his phone. “Really?” you questioned. “Yeah it’s no big deal. Looks like it’s outside, let’s go.” He gestured.

Just like that, you were in the Uber. Uncomfortable silence engulfing the vehicle.

#hyunjin #seungmin #lee know #stray kids #skz x reader #midnight memories #seungmin x reader #best song ever #seungmin smut

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trashyswitch · 2 years ago

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Luigi's Secret

Chapter 13: Meet the Pinheads and Toadlers

Mario and Luigi are taken to a Mushroom kingdom's version of a hospital. There, Peach shows Mario and Luigi her #1 favorite part of being a princess: The chance to hold baby toads and play with the toddlers. While there, Peach observes the boys' difference in reaction to tots and babies.

Thanks to @anxious-lee-ler, @jinleebelee and @ashwasfound, for listening to me read this fanfic out loud to you! I enjoyed your feedback and hearing your connections to the stories! <3

By the time the boys had dried off and gotten into dry clothes, it was only 1:30pm. They still had a whole afternoon and evening ahead of them, to do whatever they wanted to. But…what to actually do, Luigi and Mario had no idea. But thankfully, Peach would end up helping them out with that little problem.

As it would turn out, Peach had some things to do at the local medical centre. And after seeing Luigi react to the toad’s cuddly nature only a couple hours earlier, she had been moved…and inspired to show the brothers their medical centre. Peach walked to the mushroom-shaped building and knocked on the door. The toad opened the door and welcomed Peach and the brothers in. “Welcome, Princess!” The toad said.

Peach smiled and walked in, hearing the door close. “You’re just in time. We have a few pinheads that have just sprouted. I’m sure they would love to meet you.” The toad told her.

Peach gasped and intertwined her hands together. “I can’t wait to see them!” Peach reacted.

Mario and Luigi looked at each other. Mario showed confusion, while Luigi showed growing excitement. Peach waved for the boys to follow her as she headed to the baby room. “This way.” She said, opening the door.

Mario smiled and opened the door, before widening his eyes. There were baby toads laying on the beds in the room, sucking on tiny soothers and babbling.

Peach picked up one of the pinheads and cradled them. “Hello sweet girl.” Peach told her, noticing the pink pigtails. Peach turned to look at Mario and Luigi as she cradled the toad.

Mario chuckled as he saw Peach holding the baby. “Let me guess…This is your favorite part of being a princess?” Mario asked.

Peach giggled as the toadette grabbed her finger, and nodded back to Mario. “By far.” She replied. She looked down at the toadette, before looking up at Mario and Luigi. “Did…did you wanna hold her?” Peach asked.

Mario looked down at the toadette, before looking up at Peach. “R-really?” Mario asked. “You…trust me with her?”

Peach nodded. “I trust both of you. Everyone should experience holding babies and children at least a few times in their life. It builds bonds and gives you a chance to practice for when you have your own children.” Peach told them.

Mario bit his lip. “Honestly…I really could use the practice.” Mario admitted. “I get so nervous about dropping them.” Mario admitted.

Peach smiled. “Then we’ll start with sitting down.” She told him.

Mario nodded and sat on an empty chair in the room. Then, she gently raised the baby toadette up with a hand under her bum and another hand under her neck. “Your elbow cradles the neck and the head, while your right hand holds her bum.” Peach told him as she placed the baby girl in his right arm.

Mario chuckled. “I know how to hold a baby.” Mario told her.

Peach smirked. “Then you have nothing to worry about.” She told him.

Mario looked down at the baby as he held the baby one-handed. Her eyes were droopy as she grunted softly through the soother. Mario adjusted the blanket against the baby girl as he tried to keep himself calm. “Hello sweetheart.” Mario said.

Peach backed up a bit and smiled brightly, watching Mario sit with the baby. “And when you feel ready, you can stand up and walk around.” Peach told him.

Mario chuckled a bit. “Don’t rush me.” Mario told her. “I still feel shaky and anxious.” Mario mentioned to her.

“Really? But you look fine.” Peach reacted.

Luigi placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Mario has always been good at hiding his nerves. But I could always tell when he’s hesitant and shaky.” Luigi said.

Mario held out his left hand, and showed her his jittery hand. “My whole body is doing this.” Mario admitted. “All because I’m scared of dropping the baby.” Mario told her.

Peach walked up. “If you want me to take her-”

Mario shook his head. “No, no. I’ll be okay. You said it yourself: it gives me a chance to practice.” Mario told her. “I just need a few more minutes to get used to it.” Mario admitted.

Peach nodded and smiled, patting Mario’s shoulder gently before looking around at the other baby toads.

Luigi looked around at the different babies, and noticed they were all different colors. Yellow, red, blue, green, purple, you name it. But one particular baby toad caught his eye. It was a purple baby toad that was reaching its tiny hands out to Luigi with a big smile on his face. Luigi looked at the baby and smiled brightly. “Hello.” He greeted, walking up. “You’re a cutie, aren’t you?” Luigi asked as he placed his finger into the baby’s hand.

The purple baby let out a little laugh and dropped the soother, before grabbing Luigi’s finger and sucking on it instead. Luigi giggled and picked up the baby carefully. “Look at you…” He reacted, carrying the baby one-handed and picking up the soother out of the bed. “Cute little bambino.” Luigi said partly in English, partly in Italian.

Mario let out a slow, long breath as he started to stand up. He stood up quick enough to feel balanced, but slow enough that he could pause when he needed to. When Mario straightened his back and looked at the baby girl, the baby reached her arms out and babbled a little bit through the soother. “Is that better?” Mario asked, wiggling his index finger at the baby. The baby girl giggled and gripped the finger with the most awe-struck eyes ever.

Peach turned around, and smiled brightly when she saw Mario standing up. “Feeling better?” Peach asked.

“Mostly. Now to get used to standing with the baby.” Mario told her with a shrug of the shoulders.

Peach picked up a pink, male baby toad and held him in her arms. “Hi sweet boy!” She reacted as she started gently pacing around the room. “Aren’t you a little cutie?” Peach said in a baby voice.

Luigi just about died of cuteness the moment the little baby boy in his arm, started mumbling softly and snuggling himself further into Luigi’s chest. Luigi had to close his eyes and let out a breath as he felt serotonin and dopamine fill his body. “Oh my gosh, it is taking everything in me to stop myself from squealing right now.” Luigi admitted.

Peach giggled at Luigi’s reaction before looking at Mario.

Mario was playing with the baby girl, moving his finger closer and farther away from the toadette’s face while making silly sound effects to go along with it. When Mario’s finger would move really close to her face, the baby girl kept going cross-eyed in an attempt to look at the finger. Everytime Mario saw this, he would let out a few gleeful laughs in response. It also didn’t help the fact that her tongue was sticking out at the same time, unintentionally making the silly face even more silly. For some reason, Mario found the baby’s cross-eyed silly face to be the most adorable, and hilarious thing he had seen in a long time…to the point where Peach would have to pause what she was doing and laugh alongside Mario because his laughter was just that contagious.

Peach then looked back down at the baby toad that was in her hands. He was only a day old, and he was already a squirmy and talkative guy. He was babbling all sorts of attempted words and sounds, while Peach was calmly acting like he was talking in comprehensible language. She would occasionally say “Uh huh…” and “Yeah? That’s interesting!” To the toad, to make it further look like she enjoyed hearing his babbles. Which wasn’t wrong. She really did enjoy the babbles!

Mario looked at Peach with curiosity. “Can you actually understand what he’s saying?” Mario asked.

Peach giggled. “Nope! But I can imagine it.” Peach replied.

The baby started babbling again.

“I am imagining he’s telling me about all the pretty things he’s seen today and all the nurses he’s talked to.” Peach admitted.

Mario smiled. “You will be an amazing mother.” Mario told her. “I can already tell.”

Peach smiled brightly upon hearing that, and wiped a tear from her eye. “Thank you, Mario.” Peach replied.

“DADA!” A tiny little voice suddenly shouted. Mario froze and turned around, looking for the source of the sound. Luigi had a shocked look on his face as he looked towards Peach.

“U-Uh…” Luigi stuttered.

Peach widened her eyes and looked at the baby in Luigi’s arms. The purple baby toad had a big smile on his face while holding out his hands. “Dada!” The baby toad repeated.

Luigi looked down at the toad, and attempted to hold back his tears. “I…” Luigi chuckled awkwardly. “I don’t know what to do. What do I do?” Luigi asked, chuckling awkwardly.

Peach smiled a bit. “I’ve had pinheads call me mama before. It happens sometimes.” Peach told him.

“But I’m not-” Luigi attempted to say.

“That’s okay.” She told him softly. “Embrace it. For right now, you are his father.” Peach told him.

Luigi widened his eyes in shock as he struggled more and more to keep his emotions in. He wiped a tear away, and attempted to smile as he tried to pull himself together. He repeated a phrase in his head as he tried to calm himself. Do it for the baby…do it for the baby…

Mario tilted his head while looking at his brother, before looking at Peach. He could tell something was up, but…he was afraid to mention something, for fear it may embarrass Luigi. Peach looked at Mario with a small smile and leaned into his ear to whisper something. Mario widened his eyes as he heard her words, before looking at Peach in a new light. He smiled a bit at her before looking back at the baby girl in his hands.

The baby girl in his hand, was now sleeping so softly in his arms. Mario smiled and gently moved her little pink pigtails out of the way. Slowly, Mario began to hum a little lullaby that he had remembered for as long as he could remember.

“🎵Dorme ogni bimbo di questo mondo

Sogna di fare un bel girotondo

Insieme a tutti gli animaletti

Il più bel sogno farà🎵” Mario sang softly.

Luigi chuckled and walked up and started to sing the next lyrics right away.

“🎵Adesso è tardi chiudono gli occhi

Marmotte, ghiri ed orsacchiotti

Dorme il leprotto nella sua tana

E il pesciolino nella fontana🎵” Luigi sang.

Mario started up next really quickly, to keep up the pace of the song.

“🎵Dorme tranquillo l'elefantino

E la scimmietta col suo piccino

Dorme una rana là nello stagno

E dentro un buco riposa un ragno🎵” Mario sang.

Luigi and Mario joined together for the chorus.

“🎵Dorme ogni bimbo di questo mondo

Sogna di fare un bel girotondo

Insieme a tutti gli animaletti

Il più bel sogno farà🎵” Mario and Luigi sang together.

Mario smiled brightly. “I’m surprised you still remembered that one.” Mario admitted.

“Me too…I guess it still stuck with me all these years.” Luigi admitted, before looking at the tired baby in his arms.

Mario and Luigi glanced over at Peach the moment they heard a small sniffle. When they heard a second sniffle, they began to wonder if Peach may have gotten the sniffles or something. But when they heard yet another sniffle, Mario decided to properly look at Peach. And what he saw was both surprising and heartwarming at once:

Peach was sitting on a chair, wiping tears from her eyes with her gloved hands as she occasionally giggled through her sobs. “Oh gosh, sorry, I-” She sniffled and wiped another tear off her face with her own thumb. “That was really beautiful…” She told them.

Mario chuckled and sat down beside Peach, bringing Peach into a side hug. Peach giggled and took the hug, before looking back down at the baby. “Alright. I think it’s time I put you back in the crib.” She told the baby before getting back up.

Mario smiled and watched as she placed the baby back into the crib, before caressing his face one more time. “I love you, my little angel.” Peach told him.

Mario looked down at the baby in his hand, and looked at Luigi. “She’s probably going to sleep for the next while.” Mario told him.

Luigi smiled a bit before looking down at the little pinhead in his own arms. The little baby was starting to open his eyes again before taking time to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “Morning, sleepyhead.” Luigi teased. “Sleep well?” He asked.

The baby squealed and blew a raspberry with his tongue out. Luigi laughed at this little attempted response. When the baby reached his arms out to Luigi’s face, Luigi gave him his fingers to play with for a bit. “I think I’m gonna hold onto him for a little longer.” Luigi admitted.

Peach and Mario looked at each other with surprise and astonishment. But Mario chuckled and looked back at Luigi. “Luigi’s always appreciated babies a little better.” Mario admitted. “I personally prefer toddlers, myself.” Mario told her.

Peach smirked as she turned towards the door. “In that case…There’s something else I want to show you two.” Peach told them.

Mario and Luigi left the room and followed Peach. Luigi was still holding the purple toad baby in his hand, but still had his left hand available to open doors and get around. Peach opened a door and showed them the glass window that led to an indoor playground with tiny toad toddlers running around on the playground. “This is the play area. Here, we encourage toddlers to make friends, and teach them the importance of sharing and empathy through play.” Peach told them.

Mario smiled eagerly as he gently placed his gloved hands on the glass. Now THIS is exactly the age range Mario was talking about! And the funniest part? When one toddler saw Mario standing there, he yelled for the others to look at the window. All the kids looked over, and sprinted to the window to see the famous man named Mario, that they had heard so much about.

Mario backed up slightly, surprised to see so many kids tapping the window and saying his name. “How…how do they know my name?” Mario asked.

Peach looked down with a little smirk. “I…may have told them a bit about you yesterday…” Peach admitted.

Mario looked at Peach with shock, before looking at the kids with excitement. “Can…I…”

Peach smiled and crossed her arms. “Door to the playroom is over there.” She told him, pointing to the door. Mario eagerly walked up to the door, and opened it. The toad toddlers (or Toadlers) all followed Mario to the door, eager to greet him as he entered the room. Mario let out a cheerful greeting, before the door closed and everything grew muffled.

Peach looked at Luigi. “So…You want to be a father?” Peach asked him.

Luigi smiled and looked at the purple pinhead in his hand. “More than anything.” Luigi admitted. “But…As much as I would like to be a father now, I have a few things to do until then.” Luigi told her. “I have a stable job with steady pay, but…I need to save up.” Luigi admitted. “I also need to find a woman to love and spoil.” Luigi admitted with a laugh. “Kids need a mother. Or at the very least, a motherly mentor in their lives.” Luigi added.

Peach smiled. “It’s true.” Peach looked at the baby boy in his hands. “Though, Dads often have the upper hand. Babies are more likely to say ‘Dada’ rather than ‘mama’ first.” Peach told him.

“Dada!” The toad declared, holding his hands out again.

“Yeah! Dada!” Peach reacted in her baby voice.

“Dadadadaaa dadaaaa!” The baby kept repeating.

Luigi chuckled and booped the baby’s nose area. “Boop!” Luigi added. The baby blew a raspberry with his tongue out again, before bursting out in giggles and laughter.

Luigi couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth. “You’re quite the babbler.” He reacted. “How old is he?” Luigi asked Peach.

Peach smiled. “A couple days old.” Peach told him.

Luigi widened his eyes and looked at Peach. “He’s already babbling and talking at a couple days old?!” Luigi asked.

Peach nodded. “Toad babies grow up really quickly here. They reach toddlerhood by the end of the first week, and spend a week or 2 weeks as a growing child. They spend their last week as teenagers, and then they’re fully grown 4 weeks later.” Peach told her.

Luigi dropped his jaw. “Oh my gosh…” Luigi muttered. “That’s so quick!” Luigi reacted.

“How long do human babies take to grow?” Peach asked.

Luigi let out a long sigh. “They…reach the first stage of toddlerhood after 12 months.” Luigi told her.

Peach stared at him with the most casual shock on her face. “...12 months?” Peach asked. “That’s a year.” She said.

“Yes. A human baby’s development is a lot slower.” Luigi explained. “Which is why I want to be fully prepared for when I do have a baby.”

Peach slowly nodded and went back to watching Mario with the toddlers.

Luigi let out a breath and started to turn to the general direction of the baby room. “Okay. I’m gonna put the baby back in the crib.” Luigi told her. Peach nodded and watched as Luigi opened the door to the baby room. He looked at the other babies as he headed to the empty crib, and picked up the baby properly. “Alright little bambino.” Luigi said, putting the baby back into the crib. “There you go.” Luigi said.

The baby reached his arms out, attempting to reach Luigi. “Dada?” He asked.

Luigi let out a breathless chuckle. “I know…” Luigi bit his lip. “I don’t wanna say goodbye either.” Luigi admitted, caressing the tiny toad’s cheek.

The moment Luigi’s hand moved away from his cheek, the baby toad grabbed Luigi’s closest finger and wouldn’t let go. Luigi smiled sadly as tears started to well up in his eyes. This was already proving to be very difficult for him. He looked at his gripped finger. “I’m sorry.” Luigi told him, before picking up the soother. He cleaned the soother off on his shirt, before popping the soother into the baby’s mouth. The baby sucked on the soother, and started to grunt. He soon let go of Luigi’s finger to stretch out and let out a big yawn. Luigi smiled and moved his hand away, before turning around and attempting to leave.

He was expecting the baby toad to start crying right away. But to his surprise…the baby seemed to just grunt and suck on its soother. That seemed to make leaving the room a bit more bearable. Luigi slowly closed the door to the baby room, and headed back out to the window of the playground area, where Peach was watching Mario play with the kids. Luigi sat down beside Peach, and attempted to wipe the tears from his own eyes.

Peach looked at Luigi, and brought him into a big hug. Luigi hugged Peach back, hiding his face within her puffy shoulder. “That was…really hard.” Luigi admitted, his voice breaking.

Peach nodded as she let go, and wiped a tear from Luigi’s cheek. “It’s hard on me too sometimes.” Peach admitted. “But…That specific toad is going to remember you.” She told him. “He’ll feel a sense of comfort and warmth when you hold him the next time.” Peach told him. “The fact that you held him for so long…” She caressed Luigi’s cheek and fixed his hat. “It really shows something about your character.” Peach added.

Luigi smiled as he felt her hand, and looked down a bit. “Mario must’ve told you…” Luigi mentioned.

Peach chuckledand tickled his jawline a slight bit, making Luigi giggle. “He didn’t, actually.” Peach replied. “And the thing is…he didn’t need to.” Peach clarified. “Touch starvation is a real thing. You’ve shown me that already.” Peach said.

Luigi was blushing a little bit. Not out of love for Peach…but out of shame and embarrassment. “I shouldn’t feel this way.” Luigi told her. “It’s…abnormal.” Luigi added.

Peach shrugged her shoulders. “I felt the same way growing up.” Peach admitted. “But…I grew up in a family that isn’t afraid to be honest.” Peach admitted. “So…I told them. And they took it really well. They made sure I got as many hugs as I desired, as many tickles as I needed, and made sure to learn how much is considered too much.” Peach explained.

Luigi smiled sadly. “I wish I had your confidence.” Luigi admitted.

Peach shook her head. “I know not everyone has that kind of family…” Peach admitted. “But you don’t need to worry.” She squeezed his shoulder a bit. “The toads have grown to love you and Mario. And they are willing to accommodate your needs as well.” Peach told him. “But it’ll only happen if you ask.” Peach reminded him.

Luigi smiled a bit more joyfully this time, and gently placed his hand on Peach’s hand that was still laying on his own shoulder. “Thank you, Peach.”

Peach smiled and looked back over at the window, before bursting out laughing. “Luigi, look!” Peach laughed.

Luigi looked at the window, and laughed at the scene. Mario was reaching out to the window for help, before laying his forehead onto the floor and pounding his fists on the carpeted floor.

Peach looked at Luigi with a smirk. “You wanna become Mario’s savior?” Peach asked. “Or should I?” She offered.

Luigi blushed a slight bit. “Uh…” He mumbled. “It…doesn’t matter.” Luigi admitted.

Peach smirked. “Go. You do it.” Peach told him.

Luigi walked to the hall towards the door. He turned to look at Peach. “Are you sure?” Luigi asked.

Peach giggled. “I’m not much of a ticklee.” Peach admitted. “I’m more of a tickle monster than a tickle victim.” Peach admitted.

Luigi puffed out his chest a slight bit, before fixing his hat and smirking. “Wish me luck.” Luigi told her as he turned and ran to the door. “Unhand my brother, you evil tickle monsters!” Luigi declared in a playful voice before the door closed, muffling his words. Peach giggled as she watched Luigi begin his playful antics with the silly toddlers.

#luigi's secret #babies #adorable #softy luigi #implied lee!mario #ticklefic #lee!luigi #touch starved #cute #family fluff

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cerebrobullet · 2 years ago

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Tagged by @phoenixflames12 <33 Favourite book series: Sci-fi: Machineries of Empire by Yoon Ha Lee Fantasy: The Black Company series by Glen Cook Fiction: The Sharpe series by Bernard Cornwell (this is slightly a cheat. I almost never read just Regular Fiction so there's not competition, but I'm confident it would win anyway lol)

Favourite stand alone book: The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

Which movie did it better than the book: Despite my brain's best efforts, I cannot think of a single example. At least for books I've read myself. Not because I don't think there are, but just because i'm dumb.

Pick: times new roman or arial font: Arial for everyday use, but if a word doc isn't using times new roman i struggle emotionally. calibri can suck my dick.

Florence and the machine or Hozier: Florence + the Machine, who usually ends up in every character playlist I've ever made

Do you prefer handwritten or typed: Typed because it's so hard for my handwriting to keep up with the speed of my brain. But I love getting handwritten letters <3

Favourite month of the year?: June because it's summer, contains my birthday, and i'm gay

Song on repeat this week: Queen of Peace by Florence + the Machine lol. It just has a great beat I can't get enough of, and it's now on my Sharpe playlist for... fanfic reasons. Don't judge me.

Pick one: dogs or cats: I refuse I love both. I loved dogs first, but I love my lil kitty so much. Dogs are really solid and you just can't quite pick them up, fold them in half, and squeeze them tight like you can a kitty.

Bonus: Favourite books as a child (0-12): Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer, Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis, The Legend of Drizzt series by R. A. Salvatore (don't hold it against me i was 11)

extra bonus: when was the last time you went to your local library? (digitally or in person?): I use Libby constantly for audiobooks at work, but since they only have the Bad Narrator for the Sharpe books and I'm binge listening to them, I have not used my library for... about 2 months.

This also reminded me I got tagged by @seaglassandeelgrass forever ago for another question thingy and i completely forgot to do it ;A;. So I'll tag you to do the first one!

5 drinks to get to know me:

pulp free orange juice

water

hot chocolate with whole milk and too many marshmallows

rootbeer out of a glass bottle

strawberry kiwi lemonade

#tag game

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punyainyow · 1 year ago

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Cycle

"Stop"

"Hah?" Gadis itu memutar kursi kerjanya, menoleh bingung ke arah sumber suara.

"Stop it." Pria itu mengulang ucapannya, mengalihkan matanya dari ponsel ke arah sang gadis.

Gadis itu makin bingung, alisnya mengkerut turut mengulang ucapan "HAH?"

"Menghela nafas"

"Menghela nafas??" Apakah saat ini sedang tren mengucap secara verbal kegiatan yang akan kamu lakukan

"Itu, kamu dari tadi 'hufff' 'hiss' 'ck' "pria itu mencoba menirukan setiap helaan nafas, desisan, hingga decakan kekasihnya "aku ampe lupa udah ngitung berapa, sekali lagi dapat piring cantik tuh"

"Oh..." Sang gadis baru menyadari reflek tubuhnya yang mungkin menggangu "maaf No, gak sadar" jujur ia tidak ingin menyalahkan siapa pun tapi nyeri yang dialaminya memang menganggu hingga ia mengeluh setiap saat! ia bersumpah sudah rutin olah-raga, ia juga mencoba mengikuti diet pacarnya yang super ketat itu, tidak pernah makan aneh-aneh (kecuali tahu bulat rabu kemarin) tapi tetap saja nyeri ini tidak mau berdamai.

Pria itu menghela nafas (kali ini sungguhan bukan ucapan verbal) bangkit dari sofa dan menghampiri kekasihnya di meja kerja.

"Kenapa? Banyak kerjanya?" ucapnya di samping sang gadis, menatap layar laptop sambil tangannya membelai pelan rambut panjang di kursi itu, gadis itu menggeleng

"Akit" Tak menyia-nyiakan kesempatan, sang gadis langsung memeluk manja, menenggelamkan muka di dada kekasih

"Pusing?" Belaian berubah menjadi guncangan pelan, iseng mengacak rambut

"Nggg atit peyutt" Si gadis menggerutu sedikit dijahili, namun masih kukuh menjawab dengan bahasa sengaja imutkan, toh kekasihnya tidak protes

"Salah makan?"

"Haid"

"Hm" Ino mengangguk paham, perlahan tangannya turun ke pundak, lalu ke punggung, dan menyelusup diantara pelukan mulai menepuk-nepuk dan mengusap pelan perutnya.

"turun dikit No"

"waduh kalo itu requestan yang lain dong"

Reflek tepukan mendarat di bahu ino yang terkekeh, masih saja sempat-sempatnya iseng. Namun begitu, telapak tangan hangat itu menuruti permintaan, perlahan turun tepat di abdomen bawah, dimana perut kekasihnya terasa dicakar-cakar karena sang uterus bersedih tidak dibuahi bulan ini, tapi jika sampai terbuahi wah maka sang gadislah yang akan mengamuk mencakar-cakar

"Tau sakit kenapa masih kerja"

"Gak kerja, itu personal project"

"Kamu tau bukan itu maksud pertanyaan aku"

"Hm"

Keduanya hening dalam nyaman selama beberapa saat, lantunan lagu dari laptop milik gadis mengisi ruang, Ino masih mengusap pelan perut kekasihnya, sedangkan sang gadis perlahan mulai dibelai kantuk

"Ngantuk? Masih mau lanjut?" Ino membuka pelukkan agar dapat melihat muka ngantuk kekasihnya yang mengerjap-ngerjap mencoba menyadarkan diri

"Kerjanya atau pelukannya?" Jawabnya mulai melantur

"Kerjanya ayang" Hidung kecilnya dicubit gemas

"Mau bobok aja tapi sambil di pukpuk sama Ino"

"Ya udah, gih sana beresin laptopnya terus siap-siap tidur, aku buatin coklat hangat dulu" jawaban itu sukses membangunkannya untuk segera menutup hari dengan segelas coklat hangat, namun yang lebih dinantikan tentu saja peluk dan senyuman hangat sang kekasih.

#lee know local au #lee know local fanfic #lee know fanfic indo #lee know fluff

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90sloverwithinsomnia · 4 months ago

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Switch Rivals - Chapter 11/21

This is one of many archived fanfics featuring 1st and 2nd generation K-pop acts that I've come across recently. It's all in good fun, and maybe a bit cringeworthy! Just to clarify, I don't post fanfics, so I hope to the people that post and read K-pop fanfics makes sense. Credits go out to the original creator 90s_love.

*Note: Nothing in their post will change (unless necessary), other than being posted here, and the (Link) will be provided to the page that i found it on.

Characters:

Kim Jaeduck, An Seungho (Tony), Moon Heejoon, Jang Woohyuk, Ahn Chilhyun (Kangta), Lee Jaewon (H.O.T.), Eun Jiwon, Lee Jaijin, Kang Sunghoon, Ko Jiyong, Jang Suwon

Summary:

Tony and Jaeduck to go their original companies for the day.

Chapter 11: Hide and Seek (Hiding)

A few days went by, and the H.O.T members (except Jaeduck (Tony to them)) were gathering to come up with a plan.

"Okay, What's the plan?" (Woohyuk)

"We follow Tony and see where he goes." (Heejun)

"Isn't that technically stalking?" (Jaewon)

"Yeah, but we have to. There he goes." (Kangta)

They took a taxi and follows "Tony" to wherever he goes. But after 30 minutes they lost him. It was like he disappeared into the woods. They didn't think he would go through the trees and shrubs but there was no way in. Or that's what they thought.

Jaeduck knew they were following him so he asked the taxi driver to lose the taxi behind them. He did and after he got off, we went through a secret door that he and Tony made. No one knows about the door. Well, except for the postman and local police.

"So, they tried to follow you?" (Tony)

"Yeah. I did lose them though." (Jaeduck)

"Good thing to know. Because, as you know..." (Tony)

"No one should know about this." They both say at the same time.

It was like the moment they first met, they became best friends. Of course, they had other friends, but they never had a friend who always has their support. They laughed to each other's jokes well and have the similar intrests, like books, movies, or room decoration.

The next day, Tony thought of something neither of them would think of.

"Hey, Jaeduck. Why don't we switch places today?" (Tony)

"Switch places? You mean...?" (Jaeduck)

"We wear the same clothes, and we go to our own companies to see what each group is going on to." (Tony)

"But what if they find out?" (Jaeduck)

"They won't. Because we won't talk at all." (Tony)

"At all?" (Jaeduck)

"Well, maybe a little. But we have to disguise our voices." (Tony)

"Okay... If you say so..." (Jaeduck)

So they wear the same black shirt, pants, socks, hats and shoes. They also face maskes to hide their faces.

"So, see you tonight." (Tony)

"Yeah. See you." (Jaeduck)

On Sechskies' side, they didn't notice Jaeduck even arrived. Well, Suwon did, but no one cared. This makes Jaeduck think that they are not treating him well, like Tony said.

"Uh... hi..." Jaeduck tried to hide his voice.

"Oh. You arrived." (Jiyong)

"Yeah. I came like 10 minutes ago." (Jaeduck)

"So, we have a live show soon. Anyone have an idea for a theme?" (Jiwon)

"Umm... how about..." Jaeduck tries to talk but was soon interrupted.

"How about a space theme." (Jaijin)

(That's not good. H.O.T already thought up with a sci-fi theme for theirs's. Maybe they'll be on seprate days.) Jaeduck thought.

"When is it?" (Suwon)

"Next Monday." (Jiwon)

(That's not good either. H.O.T is having a live show then too. Maybe they'll happen in different places.)

"Where?" (Sunghoon)

"At JTBC studios." (Jiwon)

(Can this get any worse?) Not only they have similar themes, their shows are on the same days and same place.

"Which show?" (Jiyong)

"I think it's called 'Idols on Stage'." (Jiwon)

(Great! Things got worse. The rivals will meet again.) Jaeduck thought we was going to have a panic attack.

#kpop fanfic #old fanfic #1st gen kpop #2000s kpop #kpop #h.o.t #sechskies

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 8 months ago

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Gotham Falls / No More

by Imaginationcreation9 The BAU must head to Gotham City to help out the local Police Department. There they must stop The Riddler and The Penguin from succeeding in taking over Gotham, however a chain of events has already been set into place. Will the GCPD, along with the BAU and some guest consultants, be able to stop them before it's too late? Yeah it's a Gotham and Criminal Minds fanfic ;) Words: 1953, Chapters: 1/13, Language: English Fandoms: Criminal Minds (US TV), Gotham (TV), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot, Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock, Lucius Fox, Leslie Thompkins, Barbara Kean, Barbara Lee Gordon (Gotham TV), Tabitha Galavan, Victor Fries, Victor Zsasz, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Selina Kyle, Ivy Pepper (Gotham) Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau/Emily Prentiss, Jim Gordon/Leslie Thompkins, Tabitha Galavan/Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot & Jim Gordon, Oswald Cobblepot & Edward Nygma, Lucius Fox & Edward Nygma, Jim Gordon & Edward Nygma, Harvey Bullock & Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock & Oswald Cobblepot, Harvey Bullock & Jim Gordon & Lucius Fox, Jim Gordon & Alfred Pennyworth, Lucius Fox & Alfred Pennyworth, Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss & Spencer Reid, Lucius Fox & Spencer Reid, Jim Gordon & Aaron Hotchner, Victor Fries & Victor Zsasz Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Hijinks & Shenanigans, everyone in gotham knows ed and oswald, everyone ships Nygmobblepot, for some reason gotham is seperate from the united states, dont ask me how its for plot reasons, Everyone Has Issues, Not Beta Read, lucius fox is my boy and will be a main character, you will be able to tell that i love lucius so much and he is literally my boy, hes an icon for real, ed and lucius def flirted but i love their dynamic so YEAH, i know im talking about gotham a lot but the BAU characters are the main characters, Autistic Spencer Reid, Autistic Edward Nygma, Lesbian Emily Prentiss, BAMF Emily Prentiss, I will add more tags after each chapter, i just have no idea how to tag right now, No Smut, Post-Canon, Criminal Minds (US TV) Season/Series 04, Angst, maybe i dont know yet, Eventual Happy Ending, Dark Comedy, Pre-Batman Bruce Wayne, Doctor Who References via https://ift.tt/4QxOMfF

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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tyrannosaurus-trainwreck · 2 years ago

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"The internet" didn't exist in a modern-recognizable form yet. My unsuspecting 7th-grade English teacher had us do a creative writing exercise and then trade with a random classmate for critique. I should mention that he hadn't told us about that part ahead of time, and also that it should be obvious from just that that he was not equipped to handle what was about to happen.

I wrote a fanfic of Andre Norton's Beastmaster series, because my parents let me watch the baffling 1982 movie adaptation at way too young an age and I lost my tiny tweenager mind when I discovered that a) they were also books and b) the local library system had them. The novels followed the adventures of a demobbed special forces soldier named Hosteen Storm on a human-colonized alien planet.

The boy I traded with had written a fanfic of The X-Men, haphazardly available on the magazine rack at the local grocery stores and as a Saturday morning cartoon. Unsurprisingly, it prominently featured the mutant Ororo Munroe, aka Storm.

I was vaguely aware of the X-Men as a thing. My surprise critique partner was not even slightly aware of the 1959 science fiction novel or its 1962 sequel.

We gave each other the most useless writing feedback in the history of useless writing feedback.

I can't remember exactly what I wrote for him, but I'm sure 99% of my points would have been answered by having watched more than one and a half episodes of the show, because his story otherwise seemed very straightforward--superheroes did superhero things with their superhero powers, and Sentinels, which I vaguely recalled being the evil mutant-hating robots that were just allowed to fucking run around unattended, tried to kill them. It probably would have been a banger if I hadn't been so in the dark on the source material that I somehow arrived at the conclusion that Danger Room was a heretofore unguessed-at and cartoonishly overpowered X-Man that the whole team ganged up on for obscure superhero reasons.

What he wrote for me was short, sweet, and to the point: He corrected all my hes for Storm to shes and then informed me that Storm did not talk to animals, she controlled the weather, and that she lived at the X-Mansion, not in the desert, and that there were no aliens in the X-Men*.

When we read each other's feedback, we accepted it with all the grace of 7th graders being given an unexpected critique on a mandatory assignment from a classmate we didn't know well or particularly like who was also possibly the biggest dumbass on the face of the planet for not knowing that Storm was a weather-controlling girl/not realizing that this story was about a completely different goddamn character.

Him: The X-Men are a superhero team appearing in American comic books published by Marvel Comics. Created by artist/co-plotter Jack Kirby and writer/editor Stan Lee, the team first appearing in The X-Men #1 (September 1963).[1] Although initially cancelled in 1970 due to low sales, following its 1975 revival and subsequent direction under writer Chris Claremont--

Me:

The teacher: By Talos, this can't be happening!

There were blood-feuds being born in other corners of the room as feral children ripped into each other over beloved original work, but that I think he at least understood. There wasn't a serious teacher shortage at the time, so I assume the guy teaching our English class had sat through at least one undergraduate creative writing class with critique sessions. People being mean, missing the point entirely, or taking fair critique way too personally were things he'd presumably witnessed at some point.

I don't think he'd ever seen two people get into a passionate and mutually-incomprehensible argument about genetically-altered lifeforms, psionic bonds, and weather-control powers. He definitely had no idea how to moderate that argument, and I suspect all he heard was us making nerd-child noises at each other at a steadily rising pitch and volume, like tree-frogs competing for territory after a hard rain.

Anyway, nobody in the room knew what "fanfic" was, but that didn't stop us from inflicting it on each other in person, for a grade.

*I like to think his love of the series was long-lasting and deep enough for him to feel a pang of remorse at how wrong he'd been on this point when he hit the storyline where not only were there aliens in the X-Men, but Professor X fucked one of them.

Poll Tuesday

I feel like I’m exposing myself a little bit with this bc my introduction to fic is soo random I think, but whatever your answer please tell me the story! I wanna know haha

#and that's how we all found out that other people wrote fun little stories of their own using pre-existing IP

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jaetaimjadore · 3 years ago

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Illumination | mk.l [1] (discontinued)

Pairing: Mark Lee x reader

Genre: fluff, angst, soulmates, the world is black and white until you encounter your soulmate, born with your soulmate’s first word tattooed to your body, medical student!AU

Warnings: profanity, slowburn, reader’s initially morally questionable choices, made-up/unrealistic depiction of college life, members aged up/down, food

Word Count: 10.9k

‣ Chapter Synopsis: Your life so far has consisted of four things: black, white, grey, and blue. The black, white and grey part was all well and good, but the blue…let’s just say that colour is a real pain in your ass arm.

Parts: [Blue] [It's Complicated] (ongoing)

Author's Note: *gasp* ok, ok, ok I finally did it. I finally released the first chapter of Illumination, I'm shaking AAAAAA. This chapter is a precursor for context purposes – a backstory if you will (but not a prologue, idek it's kinda complicated) – and will provide the essential information to understand the plot in future chapters. This is my first fanfic ever, so I really hope you enjoy it!!!

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PART 1: Blue

You huff, flopping down dramatically amongst the scattered papers on your dishevelled bed, the assortment of rustling sounds loud enough to travel through the phone your unoccupied hand presses to your ear.

“I’m just saying,” says the sickeningly sweet voice matter-of-factly over the speaker, sounding far more interested in whatever he was doing than the conversation at hand.

You drop the piece of paper clutched delicately in your other hand, letting it drift wherever the wind of your air conditioner allows. “Winwin, you’re this close to making me lose lose my mind.” You know he can’t see the way your thumb and forefinger pinch together to emphasise your point, but you do it nonetheless. With a groan you sit up, “You know I can’t apply for medicine without full colour vision. I mean, how would I medically treat a person without even being able to distinguish red from green?” You blink, adding with a mumble, “Whatever those colours even look like…”

After a short silent pause, you shake your head to yourself, bowing down as your voice thins into a demoralised hum. “It’s just not possible, Winwin. I guess I just need to accept that.” You glance towards the crook of your left elbow with knitted eyebrows, scanning each letter of the word etched into that part of your skin over and over again.

Blue

It's in a sort of pretty cursive font you’d always aspired to write in as a child – but never could, mind you – there it is, this word on, or rather, in your skin. And it’s the one thing that’s stopping you from achieving your dreams.

You’ve known of its existence as long as you’ve known yourself, stamped by its decree since you were brought into this world fresh from the womb; it could have even been there since you were inside for all you could tell. According to your mother’s apparent excellent memory, you had first noticed the mark when you were merely 10 weeks of age, probably around the time you discovered you had hands, she had told you with a chuckle.

By the age of two, you could speak the word without fault, having been coaxed into voicing it by your parents far too many times that it would’ve been worrying if you couldn’t. But it wasn’t until you were four-years-old, bouncy and lively in every which way a child of such age could be, that you'd understood it wasn’t simply just a few squiggly birthmarks on the inside of your arm; it was the age when you could finally read it and understand what it was and what it meant.

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You and your mother were at the local beach, sat on the checked picnic rug in front of the vast ocean, the sun beating rays of heat against the little flower-patterned bucket hat sitting on your sand-ridden hair, while her hair flew beautifully along with the pleasant breeze.

You sit between your mum’s open legs, on top of her splayed-out sundress giggling as you poke her shiny sunglasses with a small pointer finger. “Baby, can you read this out for me?” Her fingers lightly tap the word on your arm. You nod enthusiastically, almost tipping the bucket hat out of its place if it weren't for her gentle hand.

“Buhhh…ulllll…oooo. BuhLOOO.” You crack a big, toothy grin, looking at your mother expectantly. She chuckles fondly, kissing your warm cheeks, cooing, “Yes! Blue! Good work, Y/n!” You grin even wider, feeling proud to make her happy. “Do you know what blue means?”

You shake your head.

“Blue is a colour,” she speaks softly, emphasising ‘colour’, earning a confused frown from you.

“Cuh-luhr?” You tilt your head in question, blinking round curious eyes up at her, causing her to smile. “Yes, colour. Colours are…” she pauses, contemplating her words to fit her four-year-old’s limited vocabulary, “Colours are like your feelings. When you feel happy you might feel the colour yellow.”

“Yehlow,” you sound out, nodding your head along with each syllable.

“Yes, that’s it, yellow! And when you feel angry-” she pouts with knitted eyebrows, feigning anger, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles, “-you might feel the colour red.”

“Red," you pout too, imitating the emotion, before an idea pops into your head, eyes lighting up in thought. “Momma, momma, what about buhloo?”

This causes her to still for a moment, looking up through the corner of her eyes in thought. “Hmm, blue can be whatever you want it to be, baby. You might feel happy or sad…or excited.” She brings her fingers up to your sides and starts ticking you until you gleefully drop back against the rug, flailing around before being attacked with innumerable fluttering kisses.

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“You know, staring at it won’t make it go away…or make you feel any better, Y/n,” Winwin tsks over the phone, causing you to snap out of your dazed reverie with comically wide eyes and a magically straightening posture.

“What? How’d you know I was looking at it?” The bemused tone in your voice earns you a scoff from the boy in your ears. “Uhh, because I’m your best friend and you always look at it," he speaks with a flat tone.

Deflating, you sigh in defeat. “Touché.” You turn your neck around to take in the horrendous sight of your messy bed once again, hastily gathering the papers in a makeshift pile before continuing, “My point being, I can’t just apply for the course by lying about my illumination, because A: that’s just morally wrong, and I’m not that kind of person, and B: they’re gonna find out anyway when I can’t tell apart basic dipstick colours. I’m just saying.” You quote your best friend’s words from earlier with a grin and a mental mic drop…although you’re not quite sure why you’re so proud of yourself when you’ve single-handedly argued against getting into the course of your dreams.

“Whatever you say, bubbles, but take it from me – someone who can tell apart dipstick shades – you’re gonna meet your soulmate sooner or later. I mean, I did, and that’s gotta mean something, so surely you’ll meet yours soon." he pauses, half expecting you to interject his little speech, but to his surprise, you don’t.

“Look, you’ve nailed your pre-recs and you passed your finals with flying colours not even a month ago...no pun intended."

You snort at the remark.

"Y/n, you’ve practically already been accepted in Neo Central’s clinical program. Are you really gonna throw this all away in despair? Over that goddamn tattoo?" Winwin pauses, hesitating. "What happened to us getting into med school together?” He almost sulks over the phone and you find yourself frowning, feeling guilty as ever.

You did promise each other you’d both work hard throughout high school to achieve results that would get you into med school without a hitch. And work hard you did, studying together in the library often till midnight, waking up early to fit in that extra little bit of revision. Racking your brains for the answers until you had that beloved lightbulb moment. You endured it all together.

And the efforts definitely payed off, both of you being among the top achievers of your grade; Winwin even earning the dux award in grades 11 and 12, which you couldn’t be prouder of.

In a way, you suppose you’re obligated to him for being by your side through some of the toughest years of your life so far, but your situation wasn’t exactly allowing for decent recompense on your part.

Maybe I could try applying…

You bite your lip in thought, entertaining the idea briefly before shaking it away.

No, it’s wrong, and even if I got accepted, I wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt

Sighing with a devastated expression, you reply, “Sicheng, I know…and I’m really sorry. But I thought I would’ve had my illumination by the time college applications were due.” You place the pile of papers onto your nightstand and lie back properly against your pillows. “And for the last time, please stop calling me bubbles.”

Bubble

Six letters, two syllables, and one utterly ridiculous word.

But it was your utterly ridiculous first word. Go figure.

This was yet another word of significance in your life, and you’d only come to know why by the age of eight; the age when you also fully understood what the peculiar little word in the crook of your elbow truly meant for you.

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“Wait, so this-” you point at the word on your straightened arm, showing it to your parents who busy themselves with the night’s work in the kitchen, “-is my soulmate’s first word?” You scrunch your nose, almost disgusted with what they’d just told you.

“Yes,” both your parents speak in unison, both glancing up at you for a second, before resuming their chores, you blinking up at them obliviously. “Whaaaat?” your face screws ever tighter as you drag out the word, looking back to your arm in confusion before flopping it down to your side, shrugging, “I don’t get it.”

Your dad dries his hands on a dishcloth before walking around the island and patting one of the bar stools, pointing his chin toward it for you to saunter over and struggle to sit upon by yourself. “Do you remember what your first word was, love?” he asks.

“That’s easy, bubble,” you reply simply.

“Exactly,” he smiles, “Just like you had your first word – bubble – someone else had theirs, and that’s blue.” He unfolds your crossed arms and points at the word. “And just like you have that special person’s first word on your arm, that special person also has this special person’s first word on their arm,” he playfully taps at your cheek, his words causing you to smile, even letting out a tiny giggle at being called special.

“Soooo, someone else has bubble on their arm? In the same place?” you ask, starting to get invested after grasping the gist.

“Yes," your mother interjects blithely, joining you and your father on the other side of the kitchen island after finishing her work with the dishes. “And guess what?” She bends down to your face level and whispers, causing you to perk up in hopes of listening in on a potential secret. “WHAT?” You absentmindedly whisper-shout, earning a few chuckles from your parents.

“Mum and dad have matching marks too,” she smiles, watching as your eyes widen and a dramatic gasp falls past your now ‘o’ shaped lips. “Can I see?” You ask, eyes lighting up in fascination and excitement.

They share a soft look with one another, nodding to you before looking down at their feet, your gaze following. Etched on the inside of both of their right ankles are the words cat - on your mother's ankle - and ball - on your father's.

The sight sends another loud gasp tumbling from your lips. “Woooow,” you look up at them with stars in your eyes, as they smile brightly back.

“Do you remember your colours?” your dad chuckles.

You eagerly nod in response. “Yes! Yellow means happy, but the sun and bananas are yellow too, I just can’t see it yet. Red means angry, but apples and love hearts are red toooo!” You shape your hands into a heart and push it out from your chest towards your parents, before dropping it with a huff. “But I can’t see red yet either." Your mum responds by reaching forward and stroking your head as you continue. “Blue is the colour of the sky and the sea…oooo and this is blue too!” You excitedly point to the word on your arm, recalling your mother describing its deep blue tint to you not too long ago.

You’ve learnt a lot for a child of your age, always the inquisitive type, never hesitating to ask the colour of every little grey object that caught your eye, and making sure to recite the colour without fail. One might say this was further provoked by the day one of your friends came screaming to you that she could see colour.

It made you curious and perhaps even a little envious in every essence of your eight-year-old self – though you’d never admit it aloud.

Your friend had mentioned a funny word that you couldn’t quite remember. Ilima…minli…alima…what was it?

“Don't worry, lovely, you’ll be able to see colours soon.” Your mother winks at you.

“When?” you flick your gaze back and forth between your parents in wonder.

“Well, when you meet the special person whose first word was blue,” your dad starts, tapping the tattoo, “That’s when you’ll see colours.”

“It’s called your illumination.” Your mum pronounces the word distinctly, and you repeat it back once, twice, seven times, however long as it takes for you to remember it.

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“Alright, bubbles, just know that I support whatever decision you choose,” Winwin chimes into your ear drums, yawning loudly through the speaker.

“Thanks, Win,” you smile, feeling a comforting warmth spread through your chest.

He seriously is the best, you really don’t deserve hi-

“-no matter how stupid I think it is.”

Scratch that.

You roll your eyes, “Ok ding dong, get some rest, you obviously need it.”

“Night bubbl-“

“Don’t. Call. Me. Bubbles,” you cut Winwin off, grumbling, “Good night.”

You end the call and drop the phone on your chest lightly, sighing for the nth time that night and turning to face your laptop on the other side of the room. Its light is bright and inviting as far as the average unilluminated eye could tell, coaxing you to reluctantly swing your feet over the edge of your bed and drag yourself to sit on the leather chair in front it.

Typing in your password on the keyboard, you manoeuvre and click the trackpad to a document saved on your desktop, eventually met face-to-face with a college application.

The college application. Not the other irrelevant ones you’d already filled out, emailed, and had interviews for; those don’t really matter, even though you suppose they should.

This application however, was the one that was supposed to be securing your admission into Neo Central College, the college with the most prestigious medicine program of them all. This application is in tip-top shape; already filled with words from top to bottom just in case your soulmate decides to show up last minute.

It’s right in front of you, all ready to be emailed through, to be read and commended and accepted by the college of your dreams.

You look back to your arm and the action quite ironically bursts your bubble. Here this damned tattoo sits, mocking everything you’ve ever worked for, stopping you from reaching the one thing you’ve always wanted. You sit there in silence staring back and forth between the the application and your tattoo, swivelling around every once in a while in your chair, blowing away loose strands of hair every couple minutes. You think and wallow in a deadly cycle, recalling Winwin’s words from earlier.

"Are you really going to throw this away?"

Well, am I? you think to yourself. But do I really have a choice in the matter?

Your internal struggle causes you to stand up and start pacing around your room, feet tapping unrhythmically and teeth gnawing at your lips.

Is this what I want? You try to reason with yourself. It’s still not too late to apply to NCC, admissions don’t close for another month.

Surely you wouldn't let Winwin down, right? It’s the least you could do not to. Right?

A buzz from your phone startles you, luring you toward your bed to read the message:

Loselose [10:36pm]: My interview’s in a couple weeks…you better wish me luck whether you decide to apply or not 🔪🔪🔪

You grimace at the text, dropping your head back to face the ceiling, feeling even worse now that the words are displayed in front of you.

How nice it must have been for him to have found his soulmate and be able to see the world in colour. You’re happy for him, you truly are, but that was supposed to be you too. You and him together.

Loselose [10:37pm]: I know you’ve already filled that application out

Loselose [10:37pm]: It’s still not too late to submit…if you want 🤷‍♂️

You simply blink.

If you want…

You eyes grow as big as saucers.

What the fuck, of course I want to! screams your slightly fogged up internal voice. Who cares if you haven’t had your illumination yet? This is your life, that you control; nobody and nothing else has the right to take that control away from you.

With this in mind, you dash back with long strides to your laptop, an empowering newfound energy coursing through your veins, instigated from Winwin’s confronting text. With shaking hands, you open up your mailbox, dragging the application file into the already drafted email, and hitting send.

Email sent.

You flop back into your chair, pushing it back slightly from the desk while releasing a deep breath you frankly weren’t aware you were holding in the first place.

Well, that was fast.

You start to feel light-headed.

I mean, I’ve got the grades. Again, starts your pious self-talk. And I’ve got the pre-requisites, and the extra credits. Worst case scenario, they discover my non-existent illumination…but surely they won’t kick me out of the medical program once I get in, right? What could go wrong?

What could possibly go wrong?

Mark Lee’s first word was blue.

So weird he’s always thought, still can’t bring himself to understand how it‘s even possible for a baby to speak a word as phonetically complex as that. He'd come to accept it eventually after his mother’s incessant convincing over the years that she swore she heard him babble it when he was an eleven-month-old infant.

It was undoubtedly a weird first word, however, not the least in a bad way.

Though Mark hasn’t ever seen anything remotely blue in his eighteen years and two months of existence – can't see anything other than black, white and grey for that matter – blue is in fact, his favourite colour. And if someone were to ask him how he came to that conclusion without his illumination, he wouldn’t dare tell them that it’s been his favourite colour ever since his mother told him what colours were in the first place.

He just feels it, likes the vibe, flows with it. He’s drawn to the enigma surrounding the word blue; how he’s been told before that the sea and the sky are both coincidentally blue. That underneath all those dull monochrome hues, the two most vast and boring plains to exist, are perhaps not so boring and plain in another person’s reality.

The ocean waves which Mark can only describe as an assorted palette of greys, whites and blacks, is, in fact, the same beautiful rolling sapphire silk to the average illuminated folk. The sky Mark walks beneath, most often a dull mid-toned grey – perhaps whitish on the best days, darkish on the worst – is the same sky luckier people would spend hours admiring; waking up at the crack of dawn to watch the dulcet sunrise, a white ball too bright for its own good, or so Mark would describe it as.

These are things he can’t even begin to imagine. After all, he can only be acquainted with the life he’s so far lead, and it is the most dull, plain and monotonous notion to have ever graced his conscience. Nonetheless, the possibilities lying in the palm of Mark's future, pique his curiosity. But he knows all too well what happened to the curious cat, so that's exactly where he reluctantly chooses to draw the line.

The truth is, he wants to witness colour. Desperately. But he knows that to witness any sort of blue, green, red, or yellow he must undergo his illumination. He must meet the one.

His one.

And that's where Mark's main issue stems from; he really can’t care less about his one.

Fuck that he often says, absentmindedly glancing down at the ink etched into the crook of his left elbow every time the thought pops into his head. He wasn’t born with the word inked into his skin like some of his childhood friends were, it simply faded into existence when he was about four months old, or so his mother had professed to him more than enough times his poor ears could handle.

Bubble

That’s what the letters spell, written in a fancy font that most girls in his classes would compliment as aesthetic.

But Mark hates it with all his being.

What a stupid word.

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“Renjun, Jaemin, do you have a favourite colour?” Mark asks his friends as they sit side by side on their regular stone bench, shaded from the blaring sun by the swaying leaves of the tall tree up above.

Mark sits to the very left of the two boys, face scrunched while roughly tugging at the jammed zipper of his Spiderman lunchbox. Renjun – who sits in the middle – promptly snatches it, returning it to Mark unjammed and open, displaying his sandwich packaged neatly in cling wrap.

“Thanks, Jun,” Mark replies, ever the well-mannered boy despite his often-troublesome tendencies.

Taking his sandwich out, he immediately frowns with a small humph.

Tuna coleslaw; eight-year-old Mark’s worst nightmare.

Yuck!

Sniffing something a little more delicious, Mark cranes his neck forward, eyes landing straight upon the source; Jaemin's egg and bacon sandwich. He feels his mouth start to water watching his friend chew away happily.

In Mark’s defence, that sandwich would also look way yummier to any other eight-year-old holding a tuna coleslaw sandwich.

Jaemin catches Mark’s more-than-eager stare, pausing mid chew and pulling his sandwich closer to his chest possessively. Mark’s pout etches itself a little deeper across his puerile features as he sulkily bites into his tuna coleslaw sandwich.

“Ugh, fine,” Mark perks up as Jaemin's red Nike Air Forces step into view, “Here,” he holds his sandwich out to Mark, nodding for him to take a bite.

Never before had one seen a little boy light up with such joy, as Mark smiles widely, revealing two gaps from the two milk teeth that fell out a couple weeks prior. He gratefully takes a bite – not too big a bite though; he wouldn’t have liked it if Jaemin ate a third of his own egg and bacon sandwich in one fell swoop, so he wouldn’t do that to Jaemin either.

“Dankoo daemin,” he beams with two cheeks full of the delectable sandwich, crumbs decorating the corners of his more than satisfied smile. Renjun giggles looking at Mark’s ridiculous face, poking his puffed-out cheek. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Jaemin dismisses, bowing his head to smile widely in hopes nobody sees it. Both Mark and Renjun see it.

A thought suddenly pops into Mark’s head. “You guys didn’t answer my question," he points out.

“What question?” Renjun asks, eyes wide and sparkling as a small breeze flicks up a lock of his dark brown hair. Mark huffs at the sincerity written on Renjun’s face, repeating, “Do you have a favourite colour?”

“I don’t know what colours look like," Jaemin chimes in, scoffing down the last of his lunch, “I haven’t met my soulmate yet.”

“Me too,” Says Renjun, indifferently. “But I don’t care. Girls have cooties-”

“-my favourite colour is blue,” Mark ignores them, interjecting his own statement, hellbent on boasting the little fact. His two friends turn their heads toward him simultaneously.

“You can see colours?” Renjun asks, somehow more invested now that his friend could apparently see the world through a different lens.

“Yep,” Mark grins ear to ear, proudly tilting his chin to the air.

In all honesty, Mark can't see colours. His world is just as boring and dull as Jaemin and Renjun’s probably is, or maybe even more. This little boy just wants a little attention to himself, a juvenile selfishness instilled in almost any child of his age. Telling a little white lie couldn’t hurt, right?

Wrong.

“Liar,” Mark’s head whips around to see Jax, the boy nobody dared mess with in third grade, walking around to the little bench and standing tall in front of Mark’s small frame. He already had his illumination, and that made him all the more intimidating.

Though Jax only speaks the truth, Mark doesn’t back down, his immature little pouch of pride willing him to argue back, smile dropping into a furrowed expression as he yells. “I’m not lying!”

“Prove it then,” Jax says. “Show me what…” he looks around, eyes lighting up when they land on Mark’s tattoo. “Tell us what colour your mark is.”

Mark’s eyes follow Jax’s gaze to his very grey, very colourless tattoo; Bubble.

He hesitates, trying to logically solve the colour.

Bubbles are made from water and soap; water is blue...but soap is pink…that doesn't many any sense!

Suddenly aware of his slouching posture, Mark straightens his back and stands up, feigning confidence. The top of his head only reaches Jax’s mouth, so he lifts his chin a little higher.

“That’s easy, it’s blue,” he speaks, hoping he comes across more confident that sceptic. He went with blue since there’s more water than soap in bubble mixture; it makes sense so it simply had to be blue.

Blue is the colour of the sea and the sky. Blue is also Mark’s favourite colour. There were simply too many blue things in the world for the tattoo on his arm not to be blue.

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Needless to say Mark's tattoo wasn't blue.

He became the third grade’s laughingstock, earning an earful of malicious laughter and teasing for upwards of two weeks. He’s never been able to let the incident go ever since.

Orange, it was orange. Not blue.

Orange.

He should’ve known, given its lighter grey complexion compared to Jaemin and Renjun’s tattoos, and he’d be damned if he ever forgot it.

Bubble

Right now, sitting in his room, on his bed with his hands so close to ripping out his head of bed hair, Mark wishes nothing more than to erase this word from existence.

“Shit.” He curses, hastily reading over the words on his laptop again and again.

Illumination: Required

“Ah, fuck," he throws his head down into his hands.

How did this happen?

How did he miss this after reading through the application requirements at least thirty times over? How did he miss it the dozen times he read through it before he sent the application? How did he miss it the dozen times he read through it after he sent the application?

Of course, he didn’t do it intentionally…he just missed it.

But how?

Mark looks up at his laptop once again, ripping his glasses off and blinking his eyes shut for ten seconds, willing for this nightmare to end once he opened them back up.

Illumination: Required

It's still there.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he drawls out tossing the glasses somewhere across the room, running his hands down his face and rubbing his eyes as he falls back against his unmade duvet. “Fuck you,” he mumbles into his palms, not in the correct frame of mind to distinguish who or what exactly it was directed at…probably the six-letter death wish on his arm.

There goes his shot at landing NCC’s undergrad medical program, blowing up right before his eyes.

He had sent in his application almost two weeks ago, confident and ready as he’d ever be.He’d worked for this. He worked hard for this.

Though he hadn’t cared much for his studies as a child, Mark had grown to be a naturally bright young man; some might have called him gifted. That being said, he didn’t boast his natural smarts, and he didn’t rely solely on them too. He put in extra efforts in high school to get himself where he is now. All he had to do was nail the interview, and the world would be his stage.

Mark groans.

So much for that.

He smacks the tattoo on his left arm in anger. It was all because of this. No way in hell is he getting an acceptance email-

The shrill ring of Mark’s phone from his desk startles him back to a seated position on his bed. He sighs and sullenly trudges his way to pick it up, glancing briefly at the caller ID.

God, I really need to lower my ringer.

Displayed is some unknown number, but still within the country given the dial code. He picks up the call and holds the phone to his ear, waiting for a voice to speak up over the line; he’s heard far too many horror stories about scammers that can track voices, vouching never to speak up first on calls with strangers.

“Hello? Is this Mr Mark Lee?”

He perks up at the almost robotic female voice that speaks on the other side, clearing his throat silently.

“Yes, it is. Speaking?” he cautiously answers.

“This is Tiffany Young from the Neo Central College admissions board.”

Mark’s eyes widen, mouth dropping open, suddenly feeling his heart rate pick up in his chest.

“Oh? O-oh, yes, ma’am!” he stutters, catching himself by the tongue before he blurts out anything stupid that could work against him. Grip on his phone faltering for a second, his second hand comes up to support it against his ear, not trusting himself.

Get it together, Mark.

He decides that sitting down in his chair would probably be the best way to get it together.

The lady – Ms Young – speaks up again. “I’m calling in regard to your college application for NCC’s medical program.” She pauses, expecting Mark to reply, though it takes him a moment to catch on.

“Oh...oh! Yes!” he squeezes his eyes shut, knocking his knuckles three times on the side of his head, face contorting into one of embarrassment and annoyance at himself and his atypically sputtering demeanour.

What the hell is happening?

“It was a privilege to read. You seem to be a promising student, Mr Lee.”

Mark covers his mouth to suppress what felt like a squeal as he felt it slowly rising up his throat. “Thank you, Ms Young.”

“You’re most welcome. You may know it is not typical that we call our applicants directly…” Oh no, he feels it coming. “…I understand you have not had your illumination as of yet.”

Mark gulps, feeling a shallow pit open in his chest, all the nerves shooting right out of his dispirited heart in anticipation. “Yes, ma’am,” speaks his timid voice, void of all the confidence it held not even a week ago.

“I hope you are aware an illumination is one of the requirements for this course. This was made explicitly clear in the requirements form issued prior to application submissions.”

Mark nods, more to himself than anyone else, repeating, “Yes ma’am," and though he can probably come up with at least a dozen convincing excuses as to why he still applied, he knows better than to rub salt in a wound, instead opting to hang his head low as he holds the phone to his ear and accept what the woman has to say.

He hears Tiffany sigh over the phone, feeling even worse for being such an oblivious fool. “Given your exemplary performance in school, along with your application, the admissions board has decided to overlook the mishap and offer you an interview opportunity.”

What, what?

Thank goodness Mark hadn’t decided to quench his parched throat with the water on his nightstand, because it would’ve splurged right at the phone instead. “HUH?” he blurts out, hand slapping over his mouth in embarrassment as soon as the word leaves his lips. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I-I don’t understand.” His eyebrows furrow as he pushes his ear into the screen of his phone.

How are they allowing this when they're aware he can’t see in colour? Isn’t that against the regulations?

“Congratulations, Mr Lee, Neo Central College has accepted your application, and would be pleased to meet you for an interview.”

Mark blinks, wide-eyed and dazed.

“I’ll take my leave now.”

He snaps out of it, almost shouting, “Yes! Thank-thank you, ma’am. Thank you so much!”

The line cuts, leaving a very stunned, very confused Mark Lee sitting at his desk, his hands once more rising to his hair; but this time to tug at his roots in shock.

“Holy mother of-“

“God, what am I doing,” you mutter to yourself quietly, hands fidgeting in your lap as you sit in the passenger seat of your mum’s car – more specifically her navy car…but you wouldn’t know either way since; You. Can’t. See. Colour.

You scoff at the thought.

It would be an understatement to say that today hasn’t been your day so far. In fact, today you didn’t just wake up on the wrong side of the bed – with about only 6 hours of sleep, by the way – but you woke up with a splitting headache AND an unusually bitter taste in your mouth.

Not pleasant in the least.

Still, you’ve learnt to take everything in this life with a grain of salt.

Besides, you’ve known no headache a dose of Nurofen couldn’t fix.

Maybe this was the universe’s way of saying a big FUCK YOU for applying to something you really shouldn’t have even considered applying to in the first place, given your circumstances.

But you’ve never been one to back down in the face of the universe and it’s wrath. Instead, you simply opted for sending both your middle fingers right up its big egotistical assho-

You’re startled out of your thoughts by your mother’s palm slamming down on the car horn, your body sent lurching forward – though saved by the oh-holy contraption called a seatbelt – as she rams her foot down on the break. Her hand hovers over your torso in protection as she quietly curses the reckless driver responsible for the ordeal.

You sit there still with your own hand pressed to your heart, breathing heavily in shock of what almost unfolded.

Yep, that’s a definite fuck you from the universe, alright.

“Darling, are you okay?” Your mother lets out a deep breath of her own, starting to drive again once she deems it safe enough.

“Peachy.” You reply anxiously, looking down at the dark folder in your lap, your heart rate refusing to slow down.

Despite knowing the potential consequence of you applying to NCC’s acclaimed medical course, your parents have both supported you from the beginning, having a similar take as Winwin to the whole situation, and rather encouraging you more than anything else to give it a shot since you never know what the world has in store for you when you least expect it.

By this point you think you’re more than acquainted with the world’s intentions for you, especially when you least expect it.

But…maybe there’s some truth in the matter. After all, you are on your way to the interview you thought you wouldn’t be accepted for. It’s a miracle how your non-existent illumination went unnoticed and unquestioned…as of yet.

Soon enough, you spot the familiar evergreen trees whose arrangement never fails to stun you stupid every time you’ve driven past them. However, this time you’re not driving past, but driving right down the road which they sway idly above, casting their shadow over your giddy features as you watch them wave their hearty hellos to you. Just beyond the trees you spot the student accommodation building, a proud array of grey and black tones visible through the branches which you could only assume look exquisitely colourful to those who can appreciate it.

When you catch a glimpse of the main NCC campus, you’re more awestruck than you’ve ever been. You spot a large, elegant water fountain at the entrance – spraying water at least five full metres high in precise routine – and you want nothing more than to jump head-first into the extravagant display. Behind the fountain is a long, angled row of steps – about ten from what you can see through the window – adorned by at least fifty people at a time walking up and down, most likely either on their way to, or back from their own interviews.

The stairs lead up to the tall, wide and dare you say, fashionable, looking main building with the big bold letters NCC built near the top. It was modern in every sense of the word; ever the classy and chic architecture with its tall, reflective glass windows and smooth, lightly coloured exterior. Ornamental pillars extend from the roof, meeting the walls midway to the ground.

It’s fabulous, to say the least.

You can only imagine what the interior of the building would look like.

Too busy staring at the architectural masterpiece, you don’t realise your mother has parked the car until she gently grabs your hand from your lap.

You turn to her with a nervous smile and nod, noticing the way her eyes tear up.

“Go kiss your frog, princess,” she smiles.

You burst out laughing at her unexpected dialogue. “What? Kiss my frog?” you ask in amusement between giggles, wiping at your mother’s cheek with a soft thumb.

She kisses your forehead. “Don’t be nervous, be frank and confident. You’re going to do amazingly.”

“Yes mum,” you nod, hearing those exact words for at least the sixth time today, “I will.” You click your seatbelt off, gripping the folder tightly before opening the car door and stepping out into the cool air while shrugging on your jacket.

“And Y/n,” you hear her call out, leaning over the passenger seat to see you better as you stand in front of the bright sun. You turn back around, waiting for her to continue, “Do smile, dear.”

That makes you crack a genuine, wide smile towards her, leaning back inside to peck her cheek. “Got it. Thanks, mum.”

Closing the door, you look down at your somewhat crumpled skirt from sitting in the car. With a tsk, you pat away the creases and tug it down slightly, before taking a deep breath and marching confidently to the entrance of Neo Central College.

“Winwin’s interview should be happening right about now,” you muse aloud, sending him blessings while you did. You decided to arrive an hour early in hopes to catch him before you went in yourself; seeing him would give you the energy boost you know you need.

In the meantime, you decide to simply stand around and stare.

At the fountain, at the building, at the people, at EVERYTHING.

Walking up the stairs along with the bustling crowd of young adults – your steps a little slower than others’ in your dazed reverie – you feel a certain comfort.

The ambience, the aura…it’s enticing.

Reaching the top step, you find your head dropping all the way back as you squint up towards the NCC logo previously seen from your car – not caring for the numerous stares and shoulder bumps you were receiving as a result of planting yourself smack in the middle of the busy walkway.

Suffice to say that everything was a lot bigger and taller now that you were standing right in front of it all.

Daunting, now that you really think about it.

You release a shaky breath and close your eyes, mind wandering to the one image you’ve dreamed of far too many times.

There you are, looking a smidge more mature than you are now, dressed in a black, mid-sleeved robe with a dark velvet sash resting around your shoulders. Although you can’t picture it, you know the sash is green; the representative colour for Medicine graduates…Neo Champagne Green.

A black square hat rests on your head with a tassel dangling off the right. Winwin stands to your left smiling at you as you smile right back, both holding your bachelor’s degrees wrapped in a ribbon that still looks pretty despite its grey colour.

A smile subconsciously stretches across your face at the pleasant scenario, eyes kept closed just to hold onto it for a little longer…just a little longer.

They’re gonna find out, I’m not gonna be accepted anyway.

Just as the thought manifests in your brain, you feel a sudden stab on your foot, face contorting in pain as a yelp leaves your mouth, stance faltering in your block sandals.

“Sorry.” Yells a distant voice, but you’re far too distracted to notice.

Your arms flail around, reaching out and grabbing the nearest stranger in attempt to balance yourself properly on your feet. As you feel the person’s hand quickly move to catch your back your eyes fly open.

You gasp.

To the third person, the scene would look like an awkward mishap they didn’t ever want to be involved in; you harshly gripping a random man’s forearm and staring dumbfoundedly as if he’s the one trying to make an advance…all this, for some peculiar reason, happening in the middle of a busy university entrance.

But you're seeing something VERY different.

Your eyes widen as you watch the stranger, a ripple making its way down his annoyed features, leaving behind an outrageously extravagant splash of…something all through his face.

This time both your mouth and eyebrows drop down together.

The man is young and handsome, but that’s all you’re able to discern as your head whips up to look at the sky behind his face. You gasp again, stumbling back a few steps as your hand lets go of his arm, flying up to cover your mouth instead.

It’s then that you notice your blurry thumb in your periphery, your eyes crossing down to stare at it against your cupid’s boy, head tilting in shock. You scramble to tuck your folder underneath your arm, before ripping your hands away and holding them in front of your face with your fingers spread wide, turning them back and forth in alarmed examination.

At this point, the pain in your foot is all but non-existent.

You spin around left and right on the spot, eyes landing on whatever and whoever coming into view.

Everyone – everything – looks like it has been dipped in…in…

Life.

You suddenly tug the left sleeve of your jacket up to your tricep, looking down at the marking on the inside of your elbow…now looking not-so-grey.

That’s when you realise;

HOLY FUCK, IS THIS MY ILLUMINATION!?!?

You pull down the sleeve and immediately turn around to apologise to the stranger from before – somehow expecting him to still be standing there, ready to listen to your impending coming-of-age dramatic monologue.

But he’s nowhere to be found.

“Y/n!” Hyperaware of your senses now, you abruptly turn back again towards the direction of the college building, looking for the owner of the voice while squinting as tall glass reflects the sun in your eyes. You see a familiar lean body wearing a formal jumper and black pants.

As he approaches you immediately recognise who it is.

“Winwin?” you ask, still squinting as he comes to a halt right in front of you.

“That’s the name,” he chuckles.

You look up at his face, your own features tensed as ever as your eyes travel around each contour glowing underneath the sun above; starting from his chin, to his lips and nose, his cheeks, ears, eyes, forehead, hair, and back down again.

So this is what a human really looks like

Finally, you look down at his very colourful hands clutching a single-coloured – though you can’t tell which colour – folder just like the one resting in your own very colourful hands, and you're immediately reminded of why you’re both here in the first place.

“Oh, right,” you shake your head subtly, blinking to yourself, before looking up at him again. “How was the interview?” You strew together a confused looking smile, eyebrows still subconsciously furrowed from the preceding epiphany.

Winwin turns his chin slightly to the side, eyes narrowing in on you. “The interview was fine…but are you?” He pushes his head forward with raised eyebrows in question, worriedly watching the distracted way your eyes travel across his arms as if there’s a snake wrapped around them. “Hey!” He snaps his thumb in front of you twice, watching amused as you’re dramatically startled back to reality. “What‘s wrong?”

Should I tell him?

I mean, the guy just came back from his interview, I probably shouldn’t tell hi-

“Ihadmyillumination,” you blurt out, looking Winwin dead in the eye to gauge his reaction, still unsure whether to categorise the happening as good or bad.

“WHAT?” he blurts back, earning a few glances from the endless hoard of passers-by. You huff looking around timidly as if you hadn’t just created an even bigger scene less than four minutes ago, speaking in a hushed tone. “I said, I had my-“

“I know, I heard you the first time,” he waves his hand in dismissal, grabbing you by both shoulders with a wide angelic smile, “Y/n, that’s great! When did it happen?”

Your stare ahead at his wide smile, pearly looking teeth on display.

Those are definitely white

“Just now,” you utter trying to get used to this big bang in your life called colour.

“Now?” he questions, to which you nod in response. “Who’s the soulmate then?”

You simply stand there, blinking blankly, no expression whatsoever on your face.

Oh, shiitake mushrooms.

“Y/n,” Winwin speaks, a warning tone lilting at the end of his voice, “You do know who it was…right?”

You hesitate, clearing your throat and forcing a very fake sweet smile. “Well, there’s so many people here, I couldn’t have possibly-“

“God dammit,” he huffs, interrupting your futile justification, your smile dropping as you watch his thumb and pointer finger rub circles into his temples. He stands straight again. “Is there no one…absolutely ANYONE, that you saw or, like, touched, directly?” fe flattens a hand and slices it through the air, illustrating his point of directly.

You think back to what happened, replaying each significant action in your head.

Well, someone stepped on my foot, then I almost fell and grabbed a stranger’s arm and-

You mind pauses, hooked onto something.

The stranger…You think.

THE STRANGER!

He must be the one!

“Oh, OH! Th-there wa-there was a stranger!” You point a finger forward at your eureka moment, eyes expanding as you flick your neck to look over at Winwin in wonder.

He’s unamused to say the least, not an ounce of excitement at your words. He blinks once at you, before stretching a sarcastic smile across his face. “If I could turn this whole place into the facepalm meme right now, I would,” he gripes, shaking his head with a twirl of his finger at the mention of whole.

“Well, he is a stranger, I don’t know who he is…All I know is that he was headed inside the gates,” Yyu visibly deflate, nodding your chin over Winwin’s shoulder toward the entrance gate of the college, earning a sigh from the man as he turns his head in the same direction.

He turns back to you. “Well, you better damn hope he gets accepted at NCC if you ever wanna see him again.”

“Well, I better damn hope I get accepted first,” you chuckle dryly.

“Oh right, shit, you have your interview soon.” He glances down at the smartwatch on his wrist, mumbling an off-hand “Thirty-five minutes to go.”

Wait, he thinks to himself.

Realisation suddenly strikes his features as he has a thought, face slowly rising to meet yours with a stunned expression. “Y/n.”

“What?” you reply anxiously, hands beginning to clutch tightly at the corners of your folder pressed a little too harshly into your torso, anticipating the impending hour ahead of you. You watch as Winwin awkwardly digs through his back pocket, fishing out his phone and typing something, all while a sly smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He no sooner shoves the screen so close to your face, you’d have to lean back to see what’s displayed.

“What colours are on this dipstick bottle?”

You stand confused at his sudden question, until you fully look at the image in front of you. “I see…white and black…and grey…” you glance at Winwin, unsure. He stands there with a cheeky smirk.

You flick your gaze back to the screen, focusing hard.

And suddenly it hits you.

Like a goddamn truck.

Eyes widening for what might as well have been the seventh time that day, your smile grows as you continue, “…and there’s also a bunch of other colours that I can’t describe but can definitely see!” The pitch of your voice gets higher and higher as you speak, before breaking out into a squeal that you have no choice but to cover with both hands, staring up excitedly at Winwin.

It fully sinks in.

Colour…I CAN FUCKING SEE COLOURS!

And if I can see colour, that means…

Your whole face sparkles up in joy at the thought, a firecracker burning up inside you as you throw your arms around Winwin’s neck and hug him tightly, almost knocking him over in the process.

He chuckles into your shoulder, just as happy as you.

“Welcome to NCC, Y/n Y/l/n.”

It has been the better part of three hours since the flight Mark and his mother had taken landed in town, and he’s already jogging up the familiar wide steps two-at-a-time on his way to the main NCC campus reception. He decides against wasting any time or logic in admiring the architectural mastery of the place, having already done that a couple weeks ago. He’d barely made it on time back then despite arriving an hour early, too distracted by the magnificent setting.

Not this time, he inwardly tells himself, long strides carrying him straight inside the building to greet the same lady at the front desk from weeks before, though it’s clear she doesn’t remember him when she asks his name while donning an oblivious expression.

Poor facial recognition probably comes with the job.

“Uhhh, Mark Lee,” he looks around cautiously, making sure to lower his voice in case any curious ears prick in on his words. “I have a special provisions application.”

The lady nods, muttering something about expecting a special provisions applicant at this time today. She stands, leading Mark down a few plain corridors before stopping behind a large wooden door.

On it a shiny panel reads, Executive Professor and Dean of Medicine, Soo-man Lee

Same last name. Huh, Mark muses in his head.

“The Dean will be with you in a moment.”

Mark nods, thanking the lady as she retreats back down the corridors.

Today, Mark assumes, is one of the busiest interviewing days for next year’s NCC applicants – according to the number students he’d seen entering and exiting the building alongside him earlier.

But the truth is, he’s not here today for his own interview – he’s already had that; as a special provisions student, the panel requested an earlier interview for him than regular applicants.

The reason he’s here right now…well he has no clue why he’s here.

A week prior, when he thought he’d be expecting an acceptance letter, he’d instead received a call-back request for further consultation…whatever the hell that meant.

So now as Mark sits here waiting for that further consultation, faced with the reality of the Dean’s office door right in front of him, all he can feel are the cold jitters and nerves coursing down his spine as he makes it his mission to envision every the worst-case scenario that comes to mind.

On top of that, the cold air from the air conditioner does little to alleviate his heightened state.

Upon hearing the dampened sound of footsteps in his periphery, Mark looks up. A tall, slender male figure holding a lightish folder approaches from the right side of the hallway – the same hallway Mark had been led down. The man wears a formal looking jumper and what Mark can only assume are black slacks, given their seemingly dark tone. He looks to be from some East Asian country – perhaps he’s Chinese – and seems young, probably around the same age as Mark, maybe a year or two younger.

No wait, that’s impossible…unless he’s a prodigy or something, Mark thinks to himself with a small shake of his head.

As he walks closer, Mark decides the chap to be decently good-looking, dare he say, handsome; delicate-looking features and hair styled in parted curtains, and though he does look a little on the feminine side, it suits him.

He looks distracted, taking deep breaths as he quietly mutters indiscernible sentences to himself, glancing at the ceiling every once in a while. If he notices Mark staring at him, he doesn’t acknowledge it until he’s walking right in front of Mark’s seated figure; briefly making eye-contact, forcing a polite smile with a small nod of his head, and then walking right by.

Must have an interview, Mark assumes, watching the guy retreat around a corner, wishing him well out of goodwill.

No sooner does the office door in front of Mark open, startling him as an average heighted man – likely in his mid-sixties – steps out. He’s dressed head to toe in formal attire, shoes polished shiny and glasses resting low on the bridge of his pointy nose. Mark recognises him as one of the panel board members that interviewed him weeks prior.

Wait the Dean was there that day?

“Mr Lee, please come in.”

“Yes, sir,” Mark immediately stands up, politely walking into the Dean’s office as the door is held open for him and shut quietly once he steps inside.

“Please, take a seat,” the man gestures amicably to a black leather couch situated in front of a large, polished oak desk with neat piles of folders, papers and such stacked near the edge. A huge bookshelf, as tall as the ceiling, spans across the left wall of the office, filled from top to bottom with books of an array of grey and black tones. A strong scent of weathered paper and musk fills the air, accentuating the modern woody room.

This room is very different to the room the interview was held in.

A little intimidating, to put in simple words.

The Dean sits down in the large leather seat across from Mark’s tense form, clasping his hands upon the desk in front of him. “I’d like to start by commending you on your application to NCC, Mark. You don’t mind if I call you Mark, do you?”

Mark shakes his head a little too vigorously than he’d have liked. “No, sir, not at all. A-and thank you. It’s an honour to be considered at all," he gestures his hands in a way he can’t quite understand himself, eventually deciding on pulling them into his lap before he ends up knocking the water jug off the coffee table in front of him.

The Dean beams a small smile – the kind you’d expect him to pull when getting his picture taken – and nods along with the boy’s enthusiasm. “I expect you’re confused why you received a call-back letter?”

Not so much confused as scared.

“A little, I’m afraid," Mark replies cautiously, voice catching in his throat, which he immediately clears. But as he sits there, he acquires an inkling of why he may be here...why he didn’t receive the acceptance letter he’d hoped to receive.

He mentally face-palms himself at not having picked up on it earlier before walking inside.

“A few things need to be discussed,” Professor Lee pauses, getting straight to the point, “I understand you haven’t experienced your illumination as of yet.”

Mark blinks, swiftly but hesitantly replying, “Yes, sir.”

“I hope you understand, that as a medical student you would be required to have colour-sensitive vision,” the professor eyes him through the top of his spectacles, earning a nod from Mark and another quiet “Yes, sir.”

“You may already know that the first year of your chosen course consists mainly of revision of previously acquired knowledge; biological and chemical concepts taught within high school." While speaking, the Dean unclasps his hands, somehow acting as a visual indicator for Mark to relax slightly from his tense posture. "From what I gather, you’ve maintained an exceptionally high GPA over the past few years, as such posing little foreseeable concerns regarding your first year – if accepted – at Neo Central College.”

Nodding thoughtfully in response, Mark purses his lips to suppress the smile that tries to form on his lips; he can’t help but feel a sort of pride swell in the depths of his chest at the praise.

The Dean continues, “With all this considered, after major discussion among the admissions board as well as myself,” he holds a hand to his chest, “and, in conjunction with your interview,” a small smile appears on his face at his next words, “we have reached a consensus that it would truly be a shame to turn away a promising student such as yourself from Neo Central College.”

Mark’s head visibly perks up, now allowing his small but confused smile to show.

“Mr Lee, I would like to accept you into our undergraduate medical program.”

Marks eyes widen at the same time his mouth drops open, blinking a couple times before realising how rude he must currently appear in front of such an important figure.

With all the world’s metaphorical slaps hitting his reddening cheeks, Mark instead opts to fix his posture and sport a relieved – but poised and hopefully professional-looking – smile on his face.

“However, this course is offered to you on one condition.”

Now his smile falters as the room is engulfed by a heavy layer of air. The Dean stares at him with a serious expression, causing Mark to subconsciously gulp, nerves crashing in again at full swing as if they never left in the first place.

He anxiously sucks in a deep inaudible breath as the Dean further explains, “You must undergo illumination by the end of your first year, otherwise…” he removes his spectacles with a single hand, holding them out to one side, “…I’m afraid you will have to discontinue the course. And while, I understand the matter is out of your direct control, this is a measure which must be taken and clarified from the beginning. Do you think this is feasible for you?”

Illumination.

Mark has always been inclined to brush that word off for another day…another time…another place…maybe even another life. But now he realises that muttering an off-hand fuck that and going about the rest of his day is not – no, cannot – be the solution.

Not if he’s going to pass up a once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity like this, at least.

Which he’s not.

It takes Mark no longer than three seconds to outtalk the little voice in his head telling him that what he’s about to agree to could quite potentially be impossible.

It’s not impossible. I can do it.

With a determined nod of his head – more to himself than anyone else – and a solemn look glazing over his tensed features, Mark looks up, fierceness present as ever in his eyes.

“Professor Lee, I would be honoured to take up this opportunity,” he nods his head again, this time more firmly, feeling even more determined than ever.

This is his life that he’s setting himself up for; medicine is his dream, being a doctor is his aspiration. He wants to help the world, heal the world. This course is his one-way ticket to getting everything he’s ever wanted. Of course, he knows it only gets harder once he gets in, but he’s always been ready to put in the hard work; always ready to put in extra effort when required.

If having his illumination was the extra work he needed put in to reach his goal, so be it.

It’s now or never.

“Your acceptance under such provision in an extreme anomaly for Neo Central College, Mark. Once you agree to these terms, they mustn’t be taken lightly.”

I mustn’t take this lightly.

“Yes sir, this will not be taken lightly," Mark says with a tight shake of his head, watching as the Dean stands up and taking it as a cue to stand up himself. “Thank you very much for this opportunity.”

The Dean smiles, walking around his table and extending out his hand for Mark to shake.

“Neo Central College is glad to welcome you, Mr Lee.”

Mark doesn’t know when or how he finds himself back where he was before his meeting with the Dean, but here he is, sitting in the chair outside the very office in which he just sealed his future; elbows digging into the top of his kneecaps, eyebrows furrowed, hair a little dishevelled now that his fingers have scooped through them once, twice, maybe even eight times.

I’m in?

His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks as he sucks in a sharp breath of air through his teeth, eyebrows furrowed while tilting his chin to the right in thought.

He abruptly stands up.

BLOODY HELL, I’M IN!

Before he can stop himself, he jumps up in the air in excitement, pumping a fist high enough it could’ve punched right through the roof, before realising what he’s just done and clearing his throat.

He cranes his neck left and right in appraisal of any audience, letting out a relieved sigh seeing the hallway is empty.

With a giddy smile and a little skip in his every other step, Mark makes his way back down the halls, through the reception and straight out to the front gates of NCC where the sun shines bright, and the world stands anew.

Looking out at the crowded entrance steps bustling with students in every which direction, Mark feels like a changed man, pleased at the thought he’d be walking up and down those very steps almost every day the next year.

I’m unstoppable!

“Mark!” He hears a familiar voice yell beyond the throng of students, standing on his toes with cinched eyes to spot his mother waving at him.

Her smile is so sweet and fond; it powers Mark with a certain surge of energy as he waves back, smiling just as wide, before springing forward on his feet in excitement to tell her the news. He sees her expression turn into one of surprise watching her son run towards her.

Mark’s smile only grows, twisting, turning and dodging past the walking bodies – probably accidentally nudging a few of them here and there, but frankly he’s oblivious.

He knows his mother is going be the most proud, having always been his number one supporter; the thought itself makes a garden of happiness bloom around his heart.

However, in this state of oblivion, Mark accidentally steps on a foot among the crown before he can help it, hearing a small yelp while muttering an “Oh, shit,” as he feels his own ankle twist upon contact. He stumbles forward yelling back a “Sorry” as he catches himself on his toes, heartbeat thrumming in his chest upon the almost-occurrence of him tumbling down the steps…and potentially taking down at least 10 other people with him.

He stands there for a moment, body slightly hunched, hands resting on his knees as he breathes heavily facing toward the ground.

Then he starts to notice something – almost like a crease or wave of sorts – ruffling across the floor as if it were a wave crashing on the seashore.

It leaves the concrete looking a little more…grey.

With furrowing eyebrows, Mark double takes his gaze to something that glints from a couple meters away in the corner of his eye, his once heavy breaths hitching in his throat.

A shoe buckle…but it’s not grey or black or white.

It’s…it’s…

Mark doesn’t know what it is.

Tilting his head to the side, his eyes – now growing increasingly wide by the second – follow the black shoe upon which the buckle rests, turning his body as the owner of the shoe steps by.

What?

Mark raises his head in confusion, suddenly jumping on the spot when he’s met with a hoard of all sorts of different pigments in every which angle. He snaps his neck left, right, back and front, looking around as if all the people walking past him have turned into ghosts floating by.

It’s everywhere.

Well, it isn't exactly one thing, it is many things; repeatedly present along shirts, pants, shoes, jackets, hair, faces, even cars!

I must be dreaming…

Mark closes his eyes for a second, tipping his head back towards the sky while mentally instructing himself to take a few deep, calming breaths.

In…and out.

And in…and out.

He opens his eyes.

“AH, what the fuck?” He gasps in horror, arms raising up to his sides as he jumps again in reflex, almost falling onto his back as he’s startled by the very different tone present all throughout the sky.

“It’s not grey,” he wonders aloud, moving his eyes all around the brightness above.

He freezes.

Wait…

...then…

Is it blue?

Blue → It's Complicated

[another] Author's Note: AHHHHHHHH hope I didn't put you to sleep lmaoooo. Anyways, that's Part 1 of Illumination and practically where the real story between Mark and Y/n will start off from in future chapters. I plan to drag this series out for at least a few more longer chapters, so please stay excited and look forward to it :D I've also decided to start a taglist for Illumination, so if anyone's interested, please don't hesitate to request here and I'll be more than happy to add you :))))

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