#Watch Free Full 127 Hours | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

swee7dream · 4 months

Note

haii!!! i saw u posted the 127 masterlist im SO excited to see what u write for them (and wayv in the near future)

could u write cg! yuta w a little!f! reader whos regressing around him for the first timr... thatd be cute methinks :3 thank u for ur time and consideration

- @aeriaeri

greetings and introductions cg!yuta x reader

genres agere content, established relationship, fluff warnings i wrote about watching a movie i've never seen before, indirect mention of yuta as an idol dni if you sexualize age regression word count 1802

Yuta has done lots of hard things in his life. Really hard things.

He’s traveled to a foreign country with nothing but a dream and a Japanese-to-Korean dictionary. He’s lived all of his adult life in front of a camera and under the harsh criticisms of the internet. He’s watched his friends (read: Haechan and Taeyong) live-react to his acting projects in person.

But no matter what he’s experienced in the past, it’s always the now that feels the most threatening and terrifying. Now that he’s standing outside of your door, Yuta feels his heart in his throat and his stomach and coming out of his-

The undoing of your lock pulls him out of his thoughts, gulping and clutching the large stuffed animal he ordered a couple of days ago closer to his chest.

He hopes you like him.

“Hey.” You don’t look at him in the eyes when you open the door, only step back for him to come in. “How was the trip?”

“Fine. Good.” He clears his throat into his free hand as he steps in, looking around your place. It’s not as if he hasn’t been here before. He’s come over several times, the number of sleepovers innumerable in his mind. “You?”

It’s a Sunday, you have no reason to be out at all today. Still, you answer, relocking the door as he takes off his shoes and places them next to yours.

“Fine too. Take a seat,” you invite, shuffling your way to the kitchen. “I’m getting a glass of water. You want one?”

“I’ll take a coke if you have any.”

“You got it.”

You take the bottle from the fridge, still as full as the last time your boyfriend came over because you hate how the carbonation bites the inside of your throat when it goes down. You’re careful when pouring it, the light foam takes over more and more of the glass until it nearly overflows, the soda itself filling only about 20% of the glass.

As you wait for the bubbles to fizzle out so you can pour again, Yuta takes a spot on your couch. He’s stiff as a doll, feeling almost strange that his knees didn’t creak when he sat down. This apartment that has your scent and all your belongings, it’s the same but oh so different all at once. He feels almost stupid for not noticing all these little things before.

Under his feet is the fluffy green rug with no table over it, left open for napping and drawing and crafting. It’s an incomplete picture, being able to see your figure in his mind but not any details because… he hasn’t met you yet. Not this side of you that you’ve shown to a number of people you could count on one hand.

“Babe.”

The bottle of Coca-Cola is back in the fridge and you’re standing in front of him now. It’s the first time you meet each other’s eyes today and the anxieties of the past 24 hours seem to flow out through the spaces in his teeth, revealed when he smiles.

Your standing in between his legs gives him the perfect chance to wrap his arms around your torso and pull you close enough for him to rest his chin on your tummy.

“I missed you,” he says.

“I missed you too,” you reply, feeling somewhat cocky at the familiar lovesick look on Yuta’s face. He makes you feel loved and loveable. It’s strange, but you can’t help but want to monopolize that expression to only you like a dragon with its hoard of treasure. “Can you take your soda now? My hand is freezing.”

“Mmm… can’t I just hold you a little longer? Please?” he whines, dropping his nose to tickle your stomach.

“You can hold me on the couch, you big baby.”

You hear mumbles of ‘it’s not the same’ but he relents, taking the glass from you so you can curl up next to him, throwing the blanket folded over the back of the sofa on your lap when you begin feeling cold. The doll Yuta brought is crushed between the couch arm and his side when he scooches over to make room for you to lay next to him.

“I’m nervous,” you admit, cheek on his upper arm.

That gets a hum of confusion from him, echoing out from the glass as he drinks.

“Why?”

“What if I scare you off? What if you’re, like, ‘yeah no, I’m checking out of this freakshow.’?”

“’I’m checking out of this freakshow’?” He smiles and you can’t help but break too. It’s ridiculous for him to say that, especially to you of all people, but it usually takes expressing your anxieties aloud to re-realize that.

“…anyway. Put on something on the TV.” You tap him gently.

“Cirque de Soleil?”

“You’re annoying.”

“Moulin Rouge?”

“If you don’t-”

“Oh, I got it! Dumbo.” He struggles for a moment before pulling the soft plush doll of a gray elephant in his hand. He holds it like an award with a grin so wide you wouldn’t have guessed his heart is nearly beating out of his chest, hoping he didn’t push you when you’re not ready yet.

You glare at him for a good five seconds in silence, the tilt of his head faking innocence.

“Do what you want.” You sigh at his smugness, gently taking the toy into your hands, your thumbs coursing over the fur before holding it close.

“I always do, baby.” Your face is peppered in kisses that taste like coke. “You like it?”

“It’s okay.”

—

The original 1941 motion picture Dumbo is considered one of the studio's shortest animated films at 64 minutes long. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get comfortable, ten minutes in fact.

Around 20 minutes in, Yuta called for the smart home assistant to turn the lights down and give you a smirk (“What a thoughtful gift! I wonder who was so considerate so as to buy you something like that.”). Around minute 42 is when he notices how quiet you’ve gotten, looking over to see you with your thumb’s nail in between your teeth and a twinkle his mind is trying to help him recall in his memories in your unblinking, focused eyes.

He’s seen it before, when you went to the amusement park, playing carnival games; and the times you’ve gone to the mall, walking past the toy stores.

“You okay, baby?”

“Okay…” you mumble in response.

The person who is not okay is him. Once again he’s stiffened up. The realization that you’ve probably slipped in front of him has his heart in his throat again. It’s not like the other times, this time he knows what’s going through your mind and you don’t have to push down your instincts. He’s not going to mess this up for you, he promised to himself.

—

Yuta doesn’t know how to not mess this up, he realizes a minute later. So he chooses to not do or say anything at all unless you ask him to. It’s a good strategy, he comes to discover.

As the credits roll, you begin to speak, Yuta takes note of its softness, the rhythm your words have different than usual. You’re still you, obviously, but he can’t help but think about how truly different the air around you has become, as if there were another person that you shared a body with and he can’t help but love just as much as he does you.

“Like Dumbo’s mama. ‘s a good mama.”

“…yeah. She sure is, baby.”

“Wish I had a mama like Dumbo’.”

“Why’s that?”

”She just so nice. She beats up all o’ Dumbo’s mean bullies and doesn’ even blame him when she goes to lelephant jail.”

“She is pretty nice,” he agrees, eyes crinkling at your attempt at the word ‘elephant’. “You know what? I want to be like Dumbo’s mama too. I wanna protect you just like she does her baby.”

“Yuta wanna be my mama?”

“Well, I’m a boy, baby.” He laughs, gazing softly at the genuine twinkle in your eyes. “…but I can be your mama. Anytime you want me to.”

“Mean it?”

“Yeah, baby. Of course I mean it.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

The moment makes him smile. This is you, the one who manages to console him even though he’s the one who had to cancel your date. The one who brings him coffee at crazy hours when not even the sun is awake. The one he introduced to his family with his chest puffed out and never regretted since.

But it’s also not.

This is a part of you that hasn’t gone through any of those things yet and does not worry about things like gas prices or separating whites from colored. At this moment, when the credits to Dumbo roll on the TV and rain begins to hit the windows of the apartment, you’re a brand new canvas. Right here, right now, it’s as if none of the bad things that you’ve gone through ever happened and he’s able to block them out from happening again for you.

Loosening your grip on the elephant plushie you hold tight to your chest, Yuta slips his hand into yours and locks your pinky fingers. To seal the oath, he brings your hand up to his lips, still connected with his.

“Pinky promise.”

“So nice to me. I love you lots.” You sigh satisfactorily, your turn to rub your nose on him like he did less than two hours ago. “But Yuta not a mama.”

His fingers settle on the top of your head, dark eyebrows raised when he looks down at you, eyes shut with tiredness.

“No?”

“No.” You mumble into his shirt. “Dun’ like it. Want ‘nother name.”

“What if I like Mama?” He whispers, trying not to wake you from this half-submersion you’re in inside Morpheus’ arms. His bottom lip pouts out, trying to replicate just how adorable you look to him, fully aware of how he could never compare.

“No.”

“Aw man. Okay, baby. We’ll figure out another name for me another time okay? Why don’t you close those pretty eyes for me right now?”

“Yuta stay?”

“Yuta’ll stay. I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.”

“T’morrow…”

“Tomorrow…”

author's note this was difficult to execute. age regression from an outsider's point of view is not easy to describe ... still, i hope it was an enjoyable read ! constructive criticism and feedback is appreciated in all my works but especially this one (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝)

#kpop agere #agere sfw #cg!nct 127 #cg!127 #cg!nakamoto yuta #cg!yuta #nct x little!reader #little!reader #kpop little space #sfw littlespace #agere kpop #yuta fluff #yuta x reader #nakamoto yuta x reader

110 notes · View notes

planetkiimchi · 1 year

Text

poker cards and soju shots | j.jh

featuring: taeyong, haechan, jungwoo, yuta

summary — you take a little vacation with 127 by the beach, cameras off. the chaos ensuing includes a lot of your screaming, some gambling, more drinking (and crying), and an unfortunate sunburn

warnings — some strong language, drinking, gambling.

part i. part iii.

JAEHYUN IS… A MANIPULATIVE GENUIS.

After he downed maybe a couple of bottles of soju, he left, claiming to be going to get some more. He brought Johnny, Haechan and Mark with him, but only Haechan and Johnny have come back, and it’s been almost an hour.

Doyoung has left too, probably because his social battery died and he needs to recharge. So now it’s left with five of you: Taeyong, whose cup is still three-quarters full but still lookes a bit sweaty and flushed; Yuta, whose arm is draped over Johnny as he leans languidly back; Haechan, whose face looks particularly squishy today; Jungwoo, whose lap you’re sitting on; Johnny and you.

“Right! Who’d like to play a game?”

Kun isn’t the only one who can do magic tricks, because somehow Haechan managed to pry the pack of cards from your hands without you noticing, and waves it in the air.

Four hands go up. Yuta doesn’t bother to raise his, and continues to sip his soju like he’s watching a show.

“Majority wins,” Haechan declares happily as he begins to shuffle the cards. With a dramatic flair, he gives them out, and announces the start of the game of taiti - one you’re extremely familiar with, having learnt it from Hendery.

The game is halfway through and Mark looks like he’s accepted defeat. Taeyong is down to three cards, and Yuta hides his smirk behind the singular card he has left. The air is uncomfortably warm, almost warmer than the beach was in the morning.

“I’m really good, I swear.” Haechan says defensively as all eyes turn towards him.

You nod sarcastically. “Sure.”

“We’re not doubting your abilities, Haechan.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, Taeyong realises they’re not true. “I mean, we’re not staring at you because of that. We’re staring at you because it’s your damn turn!”

Haechan selects a card and puts it down and raises his hands in surrender.

Forty-five minutes later, all your doubts are proven true. You’ve played three games and Haechan’s lost all of them. He shuffles resignedly and deals the cards, particularly aggressive when he deals Taeyong and Yuta the cards, since the two of them have taken turns winning the past three rounds.

“We’re out of soju,” Yuta announces. He gets up and leaves. Scared that he’ll pull a Johnny, you get up and follow him to the cupboards. The cupboards have been hidden well, true to maintaining a good idol image, and you can’t help but gasp at the rows of bottles.

Yuta selects one and reads aloud the label, but you’re not pretentious enough to know what that means. But you think that the older a wine is, the finer it is, so you nod appraisingly and pretend like you know what you’re saying as you compliment the wine.

Yuta laughs heartily, and hands you the bottle. You take it carelessly, spinning it and tossing its weight between your palms, as if you’re juggling it in the air. For a horrifying moment, it slips from your hand, clattering to the ground.

You swear Yuta’s hand grazed it when he lunged for the bottle, but he still wasn’t fast enough, and you stare helplessly at the shards of glass and all the spilt wine seeping into the carpet, the reddish hue of the carpet turning something close to bloodred.

You fall to your knees, about to pick the glass shards up, when suddenly an iron grip closes around your wrist. Your other hand goes up to free your wrist, but Yuta’s grip on you tightens, and it feels like he’s completely cut off the blood circulation to your hand.

“Get up, princess,” he says through gritted teeth. “I won’t have you cutting yourself. You’re lucky enough if your knees aren’t already grazed from kneeling on broken glass.”

He pulls you up to your feet and dusts off your knees with the bottom of his shirt. “Go and get a box of tissue and a broom,” he instructs.

Still reeling from the mess you’ve made, you nod dumbly and follow.

When you hand him the box of tissue, he all but snatches a few pieces, and gingerly uses the folded tissue to pick up the broken glass. He drops it into the dustpan, and the grating sound as the sharp edge of the glass rubs against the dustpan causes you to wince.

Yuta’s silent, attentively plucking glass shards from the carpet, and dabbing at it as the wine soaks the tissue as well. You go to lend him a hand, but he stops you, barring you with his arm.

“There’s still small pieces of glass on the floor,” he says. “I learned that cleaning up glass has to be thorough, the hard way.”

You raise your hands in surrender and leave him to it, watching as he dries the carpet as best as he can and then sweeps it with a broom several times over to make sure no one gets hurt. You smile, just a little, because you never knew there was such a tender side to the often playful Yuta.

When he’s done, the two of you bring two bottles (one of them is new) back to the room, where the rest of them are waiting impatiently for you to continue the game.

Jungwoo sidles closer to you and you notice that his cup smells like coke, and you wonder where he got that from. You realise that Taeyong’s actually finished his glass, but now that you know that Jungwoo’s really just drinking coke, you wonder if Taeyong’s pretending as well.

You’ve now won two out of the six rounds you’ve played, and you’re pretty proud of it, although Jungwoo keeps making threats to dethrone you. He’s probably not going to be able to do it, though, because he doesn’t know how to play his cards well.

“Dealer, my hand is shit. Do you not know how to shuffle?” Yuta abruptly revealing that his hand is bad is such a Yuta thing to do, to be very honest. You know damn well he’s lying, because he’s a good player and good players don’t tell you anything, but Haechan doesn’t have that kind of thought process when he’s engrossed in the game.

Haechan looks at him exasperatedly and throws his hands up, slamming his cards on the table. “You’re not supposed to say! Now we’ve got to reshuffle.”

Yuta smirks, and Jungwoo, who’s got a clearer head, waves at Haechan until he gathers his cards up again huffily. “He’s lying, you idiot. He’s probably got a really good hand, too. Just continue.”

Haechan huffs and puffs like the wolf in the “Three Little Pigs”, and sits down unhappily. You lean over and ruffle his hair comfortingly. “Ah, our maknae,” you say fondly.

Haechan might pretend he doesn’t like that, but the way he subconsciously nuzzles into your touch, closes his eyes and sighs makes you think that he enjoys it almost a little too much.

The rest of the night is a testimony to the competitiveness of the NCT 127 members. It’s crazy how games haven’t ended their friendship yet, because the shouting is almost unbearable for you. They're loud, angry, and irritable, and you're ready to comfort anyone who becomes a sore loser, but none of them back down.

You thought Jungwoo would cave at one point in time when Johnny started joking, “You're too fucking good for this, man! What the hell? It’s almost like you're cheating.”

If that were you, you would not have taken that insult easily. You would definitely have shouted back with some not-very-respectful words and completely disregarded the age gap between you and Johnny, but Jungwoo was better than that.

Instead of trying to argue (even though he looked like he was about to), he pointed back at Johnny—for a moment you were prepared to clamp your hand over his mouth before he said something he would regret—but all he did was wince, give Johnny a pointed look, and dropped his hand to his side.

He placed his hand around you and kept rubbing your arm (even though you literally just won the game? You weren’t quite sure why), but after a while you realised that that was how he was holding in his rage, and you noticed the angry tears in his eyes.

Taeyong’s voice broke you out from your stupor snd brought your attention back to the game. “Yah, Y/n, it’s your turn. Hurry up, yeah?”

Yuta’s leaning back, and he has a relaxed stance, but the way he looks at you and raises his eyebrows tells you he’s getting impatient. You fumble through your cards and pick one at random, before Yuta leans in near and beckons you closer.

More out of habit than your better judgement, you lean forward and he whispers something into your ear.

You only fully process it when you're sitting upright again that he just called you a punk. Wow.

You’re close to flipping him off, but Taeyong grabs your hand before you can. You're a bit shocked when he lets go immediately, though.

“Do you not want to hold my hand?” You ask, mock-hurt.

“It’s my turn!” He calls back, not even looking at you. Oh.

Now you're the bad guy, so you apologise to him, but he waves it off. “It’s fine.”

“It is your turn now though, y/n,” Johnny interjects. “Would appreciate it if you paid more attention, so everyone feels less incapable when you win without trying.” Oh.

That wakes you up a little and you laugh, reaching for a glass of alcohol as soon as you’ve set your cards down.

You win that set, of course, with Taeyong finishing right afterwards. When Jungwoo finishes his cards right after Taeyong, he throws his hands up in defeat.

“Face it, Jungwoo-ya. You can’t beat me.” You raise your glass at him as a challenge, raising your eyebrow, and he lifts his in a toast.

“I know,” he shrugs. “It just feels good to try.” He meets Haechan’s eye and a slow grin spreads over his face. Alarm bells are ringing inside your head. If any NCT boy smiles like that, you know they’re up to no good.

Haechan smirks, like he knows you’ve caught on. Everyone’s on the same wavelength, the air taut with suspense as you wait for the bombshell that’s about to drop.

Taeyong seems to get it first. His mouth opens to form a little ‘o’, but no sound comes out. He shakes his head, almost fatherly, but then shrugs, as if to say, “Go ahead; I can’t stop you.”

Johnny gets it next. And then it’s just you and Yuta staring at each other until he gets it and abruptly stands up, slamming his hands on the table. “Haechan-”

Haechan raises his hands defensively. “Jungwoo thought of it first.”

As if in answer, Jungwoo unbottons the top two buttons of his shirt and glances around. “Is anyone feeling a little hot in here? I think we should spice up this game and add a stripping-”

The door slams open just as you drop the cards you’ve been sifting through. Mark stands in the doorway, and he’s probably been eavesdropping, because he seems to know exactly what he’s barged in onto.

“Lee Donghyuck, we’re going to have a talk after this.” Haechan nods tamely and has the grace to blush, at least. Mark catches your eye, and asks, “Can I steal Y/n for a sec? Jaehyun kind of needs help.”

< prev | next >

#kpop fics #nct #k-labels #mark #johnny #doyoung #haechan #donghyuck #jungwoo #taeyong #jaehyun #🪁 — my works

12 notes · View notes

epitome-the-burnkid-viii · 1 year

Text

#alternative #media #broadcasting #lightworker #starseed #currentaffairs #youtube #esoteric #knowledge #space #cosmos #ascension #enlightenment #5dearth #crystalline #energy #spirituality #humanity #solarflare #solarflash #solarstorm #Rapture #lightwarrior #lightguardian #music #arts #philosophy #history #anthropology #Apocalypse #endtimes #NewAge #ageofaquarius #youtuberecommendedchronicles 🔮

0 notes

soliverse · 4 years

Text

don’t call me - k.dy

(sequel to call me a fool. you can read this by itself, but some references would make more sense if you read the first part.)

reader x bestfriend!doyoung

genre: so much angst, slight fluff

warnings: none

word count: 3.85k

synopsis: Doyoung missed an important milestone in your life. Now, it’s your turn to miss his calls.

prompt:

Ghost Of You by 5 Seconds of Summer, part of the Heartbreak Hotel collab by @nct-writers

dedication to:

@hunjins for leaving witty comments during beta reading

@johnyusangel for being my guardian angel during beta and when I was dying over a migraine + Qian Kun

@hxneyy-latte for nursing me back to health lol

taglist: @kunrengui (sorry this took a while 😔), @leolo404 @byeolhyesisi @thesongofdragons

networks: @nctcreations @kdiarynet @kpopscape @kwritersworld @culture-cafe @neowritingsnet @neoswitchnet @czennienet @nct-writers

Every day, your routine starts with staring at your phone for a few hours before getting out of bed. You'd check in all of your messaging apps to see if any of them came from Doyoung. Sadly, there's none of it this morning.

You would drag your mopey ass out of bed and start the day with dread, questioning why he hasn’t replied to your last text. Then, as you brush your teeth, you would check once again to see if you missed anything while you are preoccupied with oral hygiene.

The inbox notifications would still say zero. And then you'd wait… and wait… and wait some more hours, even days before he replies back.

Every time Doyoung refuses to reply to your messages soon, you get this sudden urge to bang your head into a wall, cursing yourself for texting him in the first place. You will then start to question your life choices, why you even texted him in the first place when you knew this is bound to happen. And that you probably sounded too clingy, too cheesy for his liking. Your thoughts filled as to why he refused to reply as soon as he could.

You sighed and placed your phone back into your pocket and proceeded to go on with your day. The academy is about to open and you have practice for your upcoming recital the following day.

You kept your phone around your vicinity even as you practiced. It's a good thing that your vocal mentor isn't here to point out your mistakes, but you're trying to hit every note as clean as you can. A feat that is impossible to do when you're completely distracted by something.

Doyoung: Hey.

That one word is enough to wash all of the worries that you had earlier. You once again attempted to bang your head into the wall, now cursing yourself for changing your emotions so quickly.

You kept your phone back at your table, practicing for a few more minutes before answering the text. This time, you sang with a smile on your lips, the burden of your worries suddenly lifted with a single word.

But that's just how it always is with you and your best friend.

Now, if you can only tell him how you feel.

///

You bowed at everyone for doing a great job at practice. You happily fished out your phone from your pocket to reply to Doyoung's earlier text.

You: Are you free this Saturday?

You placed your phone down for a moment to fix your stuff, but a ding! interrupted you midway and you just couldn’t help but look at his reply.

Doyoung: Not at all. Need help with something?

Your smile grew wider and you texted the details of your recital for Saturday. You've worked on the piece so hard that you wanted to share your success with him, just like he would share his with you.

The rest of the day went smoothly. It was full of wishful thinking and daydreams. And if it goes well, it might be the day that you tell him about how you really feel about him.

///

It was the day of the recital and your hands were shaking out of nervousness. Your grip on the mic was getting tighter, if not sweatier, as you heard the crowds forming outside to see you and your classmates perform.

The soundcheck commenced and they started calling all the participants by their name as they came on stage. You heard nothing besides your own heartbeat and your loud thoughts whenever you overthink. But you reassured yourself that you will do a good job.

You had to. Someone was watching and you wanted to make him proud.

Fiddling on your seat, you waited for a few numbers before it was your turn. You nervously walked out the stage, and you were blinded by the lights coming from the back of the theater. It was probably for the good.

You couldn’t see anyone’s faces.

You couldn’t see his face.

Because if you could, you would’ve choked on your words and hit the notes wrong once again. Thankfully, the performance went better than you expected.

As soon as everyone came together for the curtain call, your eyes wandered to see Doyoung among the crowds. You scanned left and right, but there were no signs of him everywhere in the theater.

You consoled yourself with the fact that he probably went to the bathroom, or he was already backstage waiting for you. He couldn’t possibly miss this day, right?

The first thing that you did after coming down the stage was to have a closer look at the seats, just to make sure that he really was there in the crowd. Everyone else had their families with them, their friends, their lovers.

But there were no signs of Doyoung in the crowd.

You tried hard to smile as everyone who passed by you congratulated you for doing a great job. But once again, you were distracted. Your mind was occupied with thoughts that you never expected to have that day.

Did he really forget about you?

Giving up completely, you made your way back backstage and hid your impending tears to everyone. On your way, you saw Johnny, waving a small bouquet of flowers to get your attention. This sparked a tiny bit of hope in you. If Johnny was around, then Doyoung must have been here somewhere, too.

You ran towards Johnny and gave him the tightest bear hug. You were worried that no one really watched you perform today. Your family lives abroad and they couldn’t make it to watch you, but you promised them that you will send them a video of you singing. You were really counting on Doyoung not only to watch you perform, but to film your performance as well.

He must have been here somewhere.

“Thank God you came. I thought nobody saw me perform earlier,” you were once again on the verge of crying, but you didn’t have the heart to ask Johnny if Doyoung was indeed with him.

“Doyoung couldn’t make it today. He had to go out with the whole crew of his drama to celebrate their last day together. I came as soon as I heard about your performance.”

You fell quiet, breathing deep to hide your tears and your disappointment. But Johnny knew how you felt, so he pulled you tighter against him, completely encasing you completely on his embrace. “Don’t feel sad. You did so well today.”

///

Ever since then, you stopped taking calls from Doyoung. He would persistently call and text you every night to say sorry. Any other day, you would’ve been glad to see that finally, he’s the one that’s trying so hard to reach you. Sadly, you’re in no mood to talk to him.

You thought it would’ve been cruel if you blocked his number from your phone, so you instead tried to text him excuses why you couldn’t talk.

You were tired. You went out with a friend. You just wanted to take some rest.

After hitting send, you tossed your phone in your bed, still feeling upset about him missing such an important day to you. You felt set aside like you’re the last person on his priority list.

That day made you realize that you’re spending way too much energy on someone that doesn’t return the favor. It was an unhealthy behavior that you need to get out of your system as soon as possible, even if that means cutting Doyoung from your life temporarily.

///

Doyoung was surprised to see you at the front door of the 127 dorm one day. You tried smiling at him as he opened the door to let you in, pretending that you were not upset with him in the previous days.

“Surprised you’re not busy today,” you remarked as you sat down, clearly aiming at Doyoung who was now feeling lost at your coldness towards him.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“Not at all,” you tried your best to avoid his gaze because one look at your face would definitely give everything away. You didn’t want to lie to him, but it was better than saying that you were mad because you had feelings for him.

“Anyways, where’s Johnny? He invited me to watch a movie this afternoon.”

“Didn’t you tell me that you had practice today? That’s why you couldn’t meet me?”

You sneered internally.

“Yeah. Sometimes people say one thing and then they actually mean another thing. You of all people should know.”

You saw Johnny coming out of his room, fully dressed and ready for your movie night together. You waved one last goodbye at Doyoung, who just realized that you were roasting him the whole time.

///

The passive-aggressiveness went on for a few more occasions. You refused his attempts to talk to you, knowing full well that your cold facade would wear off instantly once you let him. You wanted to talk to him so bad, but your pride was preventing you from making any rash decisions. You couldn’t just go back to living your life as Doyoung’s doormat. But, as per Johnny’s advice, you got to explain to him why you were feeling that way. He at least deserved that much.

That explanation came sooner than you had expected.

You were spending a lot of time with Johnny lately, but only because he treats you like a little sister. He must’ve missed his own sister back at home, so he was making sure to take care of you as much as he could.

But Doyoung didn’t have to know that.

You had noticed the tension between the two of them whenever you would visit their dormitory. Johnny was just a bit irked at Doyoung because you were hurting, but he understood it from his perspective. He never knew how you felt in the first place, he wouldn’t have known how much he hurt you in the process.

What goes on in Doyoung’s brain though, you have no idea. He usually just stays away from the both of you whenever you’ve come to visit them, maybe throw in a couple of pleasantries before asking you to hang out with him once again. You kept on telling him that you will once you’re not busy with the academy, and then proceeds to forget about it on that same day.

One day, he’s finally had enough and decided to block the door when you were about to leave the dorm room.

"There's nothing to talk about Doyoung."

You tried to step out once again, but he didn't even budge from his place.

"Can you just tell me what I did? I already said sorry about not attending your recital. What else do you want me to do?"

You lowered your head and tried to leave again, determined not to answer his questions. But he's just as stubborn as you are, this time pushing you slightly, just enough to make you step back.

Your fists formed into a ball and your lips pursed in annoyance. Why does he care about you so much now that you're staying away from him?

"Let me leave, Doyoung. Johnny is waiting for me," you said as calmly as you could.

"Is that it? You're replacing me with Johnny? Just because of that one mistake? What kind of friendship is that?" Doyoung's voice went up a few notches, now looking as visibly upset as you are.

"I can't be your friend anymore, Doyoung," silence filled the room as soon as you said that statement. You both stare at each other awkwardly, both of you are still in a state of shock.

"I don't think this is the perfect time to tell you this, but you have to know eventually," grasping the straps of your handbag, you braced yourself for what you were about to say.

"I have feelings for you Doyoung. That's why I was so hurt that you didn't attend the recital," you paused for a bit, biting your lower lip to hold yourself back from tearing up.

"It made me realize that my life, everything about me, revolves around you. I would literally drop everything when you say you need me. And yet, I'm so far away from your priority list that you can't even sit down for a few minutes to watch me perform," you felt a bit of moisture from your cheeks. Tears were already falling from your face without you even realizing it.

You wiped your tears away with your sleeves and you held yourself back from sobbing to proceed to talk.

"But it's not your fault. I was the one at fault for lending you my time, and I was the one at fault for setting high expectations for someone who just treats me as a friend," you smiled weakly as you walked towards him one last time.

"So for now, I can't be your friend anymore. Not until I sort my feelings out and make things more awkward for us. Give me time for myself, Doyoung. I'll try to be a better friend soon."

You smiled as you lowered your head once again, your shoulders brushing over when you left the room. You didn't try to look back and walked as fast as possible, holding yourself together just before you reached the exit.

You ran out of their apartment building and as soon as you found a place where you can hide, you finally let yourself go. You sat there balling your eyes out and looked around for signs of your best friend. When you realized that he didn't even make an effort to comfort or follow you, your sobs got even louder as you sat down on the pavement to hug your knees.

"Go on... Let it out."

Someone sat down with you and started patting your back to comfort you. You raised your head and cleared the hair strands that stuck to your face to see who it is. It was Johnny.

"I saw everything that happened. I'm happy that you finally told him."

He rubbed your shoulders to calm you down once again, offering you his handkerchief so you could wipe your tears out. Once you finally managed to stop crying, he stood up from his seat and placed his hands on the pockets of his hoodie.

"If you need to cry all day, I'll be here."

///

Doyoung proved that your presence left a big mark that he never realized before. He thought he was just confused at first, or that he was just getting used to not being able to contact you whenever he could.

Just that evening, he was having a hard time memorizing the new choreography for their comeback. He kept on messing up one of the killing parts and everyone was frustrated that they couldn't move on to the other parts of the choreography. He felt sorry for everyone, so he left practice early to work on it himself without burdening the other members. His first instinct was the grab his phone and listen to your soothing voice, telling him to cheer up and that he will do better tomorrow.

But as soon as he was about to hit the dial button, it pained him to press the back button instead, stuffing the phone into his sweatpants and he wiped the sweat off of him.

He felt very heaviness, even more, when he was changing, basically ripping the door of his locker as he took its contents to rid himself of the uncomfortable feeling of sweat. He was both mad and upset at the same time, almost ripping a part of his shirt when he was about to put it on.

He hasn't felt like this in a very long time and he needed a way to get things off of his chest. But without you to do it, it was practically impossible.

He grabbed his matching hat and jacket, stuffing his dirty clothes on his backpack and he made his way out of the building.

He made sure that no one saw him in that state, especially Haechan, who gave him so much shit when everybody found out about your confession.

"Everyone knew, you dumbass."

He just wished somebody would've told him sooner, but he knew it wasn't their place to tell him about it. He felt stupid for not realizing it sooner.

His heavy footsteps dragged him to the ramen shop that you used to go to together. He stopped coming here when he lost contact with you, and instead of making him feel better, it made him even more upset upon the reminder of how he fucked up. But he needed a way to make himself feel better. Ramen worked back then. Maybe it would work right now.

He made the choice to not sit down at your usual spot, the one closest to the kitchen so you would get your meals as soon as you could. He instead opted for one of the corners. It felt awkward, but he was there to eat, not enjoy the ambiance. He ordered a bowl to himself, something that he wasn't used to seeing on the table. The bowl of ramen looked so empty on the table by itself, and so he ordered a lot of side dishes with a few bottles of soju to comfort himself.

To his surprise, he was served by the same auntie that used to tease you and him before when the two of you used to go to this place. He hoped that she wouldn't recognize and ask for your whereabouts, but he was very unlucky that day.

"Oh. It's been a while since I saw you! How are you?"

Doyoung just bowed to the auntie and told him that he was fine and that he missed eating there for the longest time.

"I'm glad that I finally get to see you! You missed your friend though, she just left earlier."

He was put to a halt. Something about you being mentioned sparked something in him. Although, he wasn't able to pinpoint what that feeling was at that time.

"I think she was showing the place to another friend of yours. The big guy ate a lot, so we're worried for a bit that we’re about to close early for today."

Doyoung felt his heart sink, but he still bowed and thanked the auntie for the meal.

He stared at the contents of his table for a while, but you would always remind him that the soup tasted better when it's still hot. For some reason though, the bowl of ramen wasn't as tasty as it used to be. He used to finish bowls of that same ramen before, but he couldn't even manage to finish one. He knew better than to waste food though, so he forced himself to eat the rest of it and jumped out of there as soon as he could.

The ramen certainly didn't make him feel better.

///

It's been weeks and the first thing that Doyoung did after waking up was to open his phone for messages. There were a few of them, most of it coming from the other members, but he wasn't interested in reading in any of them.

Getting out of bed seemed harder than usual. He felt a few pounds heavier, which meant he either gained weight or he just lost the will to get up from his bed.

He tried not to stare at his phone as he brushed his teeth, so he kept them hidden in his pocket and used all of his wills to not check on it every hour.

He noticed that there was a bit of commotion coming from outside. He paid no attention and went back to his usual morning routine, getting ready for a separate schedule that he had that morning. He went to his room to get dressed and pack the things that he may need that day. Once everything was done, he went to the kitchen to tell everyone that he was going, but he was met with something else instead.

The rest of the boys were gathered up around the table, enjoying breakfast that he assumed that you made. You just stood there happily as you served everyone pieces of the omelet that you made. You turned around in his direction and he was met with that smile that he missed so much.

"Doie, would you like some?"

The nickname made him flinch. It was something that you never used on him before, but it was enough to make him look away and step out of the room immediately.

"I'm good. I just came to say goodbye to everyone."

"Oh good!" you said as you gathered your things and stuffed them neatly in your tote bag. "I just came here to drop some food because this guy said that he wasn’t feeling well. Let's go together," you said as you tiptoed your way out of the tight kitchen, messing Johnny's hair before you finally stepped out of the room.

"Let's go?" you asked giddily as you grabbed Doyoung's arm and waved to everybody goodbye. He finally realized what you must've felt when it was the other way around.

The walk towards the bus stop was a quiet one. None of you dared to talk. But he noticed that the spring of your step is back, if not better than before. Meanwhile, he was just walking there awkwardly, not knowing what to say to you because of how he left things the last time that you talked. He wanted to talk to you for the longest time, but he respected your wishes to be alone. Now he was regretting making that decision.

The both of you stood there at the nearest bus stop, the atmosphere is even quieter since it was just the two of you standing there.

"I missed you Doie," you spoke, breaking the silence between you too.

"I was hoping that we can talk right after this. You know, just to clear the air."

He remained quiet in his place, not really knowing how to respond to her.

"Meet me at the ramen place later?"

"Sure," Doyoung almost hit himself for answering so soon. To him, he sounded very eager to eat with you once again.

The bus finally arrived and you stepped inside, making your way into the seat. His stare lingered at you for a while, to see if you would look around like how you always did when he sent you home. You took those same steps, hesitating at the eighth one to see if he still stuck around to look at you.

You hesitantly sat back down in your seat, unsure as to whether he finally looked back at you when you were about to leave.

You never saw him though, because he asked you to sit down and within a split second, he was gone from your view.

Guess you're just gonna have to find out tonight.

xxx

244 notes · View notes

junicai · 3 years

Text

shivers.

| order no. | 2/21

| summary | Aria suffers the consequences of her own actions when she takes it upon herself to continue filming when sick.

| word count | 1.4k

| warnings | none

| era | circa. February 2020

Music videos are an extension of the song they portray. They are designed to emphasize and carry out any underlying messages that the songwriters have embedded in the lyrics - to give them more meaning, and to make them easier to spot and understand.

Rain rooms were a common enough feature in shooting a music video; especially with the rising popularity of heartbroken ballads in the western media. These songs were typically sung by crooning women, clad scantily in sheer white fabric that clung to their figures wetly, drenched by the water that rained from the ceiling above.

Aria was no such exception.

The thin, flimsy material of the cotton dress she’d been given to wear for this shot was going to provide her little to no barrier against the frigid water that was going to be pouring down her back in a little over three minutes.

With a final pat of a large blush brush dusting over the apples of her cheeks, she was set free from the make-up chair and ushered towards the set. A singular table was set against a grey backdrop, the ceiling dry for the time being.

With her hair roots suitably shook up for volume by a stylist's nimble fingers, Aria made her way to sprawl herself as daintily as she could over the fake wood while still trying to retain a modicum of her own decency.

With her head flung back, and her eyes closed, a shutter sounded, and the skies opened.

In reality, it couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds, nothing more than to just get her used to the feeling, but Aria resurfaced gasping, sitting back up with eyes squinted closed as she had to refrain herself from wiping the water away - less she rub the mascara into her skin.

"God that felt like I was being waterboarded."

Her comment sent a wave of laughter around the room, giggles coming from the corner where the cameras were set up.

A small tremor ran down her spine, but Aria hid it quickly with a cough and a shift in her sitting position. Her now wet dress stuck uncomfortably to her legs, and she grimaced at the cool feel on her skin.

"Ok! Let's run it again." The director's call came from the opposite side of the room, where she was stood behind a monitor, watching carefully.

Aria nodded dutifully, and moved back to her sprawled position again; this time taking more care to not lie in such a way that left her face overly exposed to the downpour.

They took the clip, six, maybe seven times.

The first few were stopped midway due to positioning changes, and the next one because she coughed lightly after choking on the water when it ran into her mouth by accident.

By the time filming came to a close, Aria was cold, and wet, and miserable. She had started shaking profusely the second she'd slid herself off the table, bare feet meeting the tiled flooring and toes curling at the biting feeling.

Her lips had taken on a blue tinge beneath the red rouge that had rubbed off over the duration of the last hour, and her fingertips mirrored that colour as they moved frantically up and down her biceps to try and put some heat back into her frigid skin.

Aria was still quivering lightly in the oversized jacket when she stepped out of the van and back into the dorms, toeing off her shoes at the entrance before immediately making her way into the kitchen.

A warm cup of tea to cradle between her icy fingertips sounded perfect, exactly what she needed. But unfortunately, her plans were thwarted by a rather tall man leaning against the counter top.

Johnny took one look at Aria's now almost purple lips, and raised an eyebrow.

"So do we need to go find someone who's been wearing blue lipstick? Or is that just the latest trend that I've missed?" He teased, pushing himself to wrap Aria in a hug.

She sank willingly into his embrace, curling up against his chest in an attempt to chase the warmth that he offered. "N-no, I'm just. C-cold. That's all."

Johnny tilted his head down to look at Aria without pushing her away. "You feel like a little icicle."

"M'cold." She whined, increasing in pitch when Johnny stepped away from her. "No! Come b-back you're warm."

He chuckled at her when she pulled the collar of her jacket up to her nose to retain the whisper of body heat that he'd given her. "Two seconds, Ari. I'm just going to get Tae."

Aria's head snapped up. "Why?"

"Because we've had conversations about not speaking up when you're uncomfortable during filming before, but apparently we're going to need to have another one. And, he can make better tea than I can."

Aria winced. "C-can it not, not wait? Til, t-tomorrow maybe?"

Johnny's eyes softened when he looked at her small form. She'd pulled the hood over her ears to hide her still damp hair prior to entering the dorm, but the small beads of moisture on her forehead were telling of a growing fever that came inevitably from being doused in freezing water for an hour.

"I'll see what I can do, kiddo. No promises though."

With that, he disappeared into the hallway, and Aria wandered her way into the living room where she plopped herself onto the couch and tugged a cushion into her lap to cuddle.

Stupid body getting cold and getting her in trouble. Stupid. Should have just warmed her up again. Stupid homoeostasis, or whatever it was. It was stupid.

A hand landed on her shoulder, stroking softly. "Hey, ice baby."

Aria tilted her head back towards Yuta's gently smiling face. "M'cold." She repeated, scooching over on the couch to make room for the man to sit down.

Yuta opened his arms in invitation, and Aria went willingly, burrowing herself in his chest. She sighed lightly at the warm comfort that his hoodie material offered, and pressed her cheek against his arm.

A clink of a mug alerted to Aria that there was someone - no, two people - in the kitchen, and soon after, Taeyong emerged with a steaming mug of tea in his hands with Jaehyun trailing after him, arms laden with blankets.

"T-thank y-you," Aria's teeth were chattering at this point, and Taeyong looked on in worry. A back of a hand was placed to her forehead, and he winced.

"Hyuck, would you mind grabbing the red pill bottle from the cabinet under the sink? The one that's full, Doyoung restocked it a couple days ago."

Donghyuck moved back into the hallway with an affirmative, and Aria looked up to Taeyong. "I don't, m'not sick. Just c-cold. I'll be f-fine."

Mark slid into the open space on the other side of Aria, placing a hand on her leg. "Love you, and everything. But shut up."

He received a thin glare from Yuta for his words. "She's sick, don't be rude."

"I said I loved her!"

"And then you told her to shut up!"

"M'not sick."

Taeil emerged from the doorway waving his hands with Donghyuck following quickly behind him. "I have medication for the invalid?"

"M'not sick!"

Yuta hushed her, tucking her head back into his chest. "We know, baby. You're not sick. But you're going to drink your tea and take a fever reducer and then go to bed okay?"

"But-"

"You can sleep in my room!" Jungwoo chirped up from the oppisite couch. Honestly, Aria didn't know when he had arrived, didn't know when half of the people in the room had arrived, but all of a sudden, she was surrounded by all the members of 127.

Aria shrunk back slightly with all of their eyes on her.

"M'not sick." Her voice was weak; a final hurrah.

"Here." Doyoung handed her the mug of tea that had cooled slightly. "Drink your tea."

#*moonlight café #nct 24th member #nct #nct imagines #nct addition #nct female member #nct female addition #nct extra member #superm #nct 127 #nct scenarios #kpop #kpop addition #kpop!oc #nct female oc #wayv #nct additional member au

207 notes · View notes

wh6res · 4 years

Text

taeyong — part of the my bloody valentine collection.

prompt. when your soulmate gets a wound or cut, flowers bloom on the same spot in your body.

synopsis. you’re desperate to meet your soulmate. maybe you can put a stop to the flowers stubbornly blooming on your wrists.

warnings. tread cautiously. mentions of mental illness (depression, attempted suicide), swearing, manipulation, implied self-harm, dubious content, forced relationship, unconsensual touching near the end, ty pulling the sadboi agenda

disclaimer. a friendly reminder that i do not, under any circumstance, condone or support any acts like this. this is not love and this is not how a normal relationship should be like. the things i write are all fiction and should be treated as such and if you don’t like it, please do not read it and waste your time hating on it. the 9 members of nct 127 do not act like this in real life and shouldn’t act like this in real life.

by the time you’re graduating high school, you’re used to the sorry glances people sent your way.

for someone so young, you have more flowers blooming on your skin than any adult. a few small pieces of it blooming in the corner of your cheek, near the jawline. a few of them on your thighs.

but the most concerning piece is the one on your wrists that are fully covered by the flowers, your skin nowhere to be seen with all the lilies of the valley tainting your skin.

yet the worse has got to be the summer before senior year. you had been halfway done with the college entrance examination for a local university. your parents said the pain you felt the first time will turn into a mild itch whenever the flowers form on your skin.

it started small, absentmindedly scratching at something on your neck. initially, you thought it was the heat, your sweat, and the fabric of your clothes irritating the sensitive skin. but when you walked up to the proctor to turn in your exam, you knew that apologetic stare like nothing else—but his eyes had flickered down to your neck.

when your friends blew up your phone, asking where you are to celebrate, you lied and headed straight back home, head ducked, collars upturned, hiding the lilies of the valley wrapped around your throat like some insignia.

a year later, you end up studying soulmate theory in university. they say it’s a useless course as there can be no scientific explanation to soulmates. you like thinking you chose the course because of sheer interest but really, you’re just finding an explanation, some external reason that probably bore no results but you trudged forward anyway.

you’re restless in the pursuit of finding him—or her, you couldn’t care less. the hurt you feel weighs heavy in your heart each time you feel them blooming on your wrist, mind plagued with worry.

your roommate interrupts your deep thinking as she practically throws herself onto your bed. “i have an idea!” she cheers, determined. “why not part-time in the school clinic? that way if people come in, you can compare their cuts to your flowers.”

“now, you just might be onto something there.”

the hunt for your soulmate still wasn’t easy despite working in the university’s clinic and it only got worse each day. your schedule is killing you, you’re slightly getting behind in some subjects, and you practically live in the library.

contrary to popular opinions, soulmate theory can be a fucking bitch to study about. what with learning psychology, astrology, and botany all together. it was interesting how all these things can be factors in how people are paired to become soulmates. interesting, but rather complicated in a sense, too.

they say psychology and astrology dealt with two people’s compatibility. while botany, the meanings of the flowers themselves, was theorized to predict how the soulmate connection will affect their relationship—ultimately, roses were a really, really good sign.

you have been busy messing up your hair, utterly frustrated and irate—astronomy’s messing with your head and you can’t go a minute without scratching your wrists as the flowers bloomed after the other.

then something unexpected happened.

a lanky guy dressed in an all-black ensemble walked into the clinic. well, it was more of a being carried between two guys by the arms rather than walked in. everything about his clothes looked way too big to fit his delicate frame and it hardly looked like it was for fashion style purposes. his skin hugged his body to the bone, eyes sunken, and he looked so frail that a tiny shove would’ve sent him sprawled on the floor.

his name was taeyong and he lied on the bed unconscious, with handkerchiefs wrapped around his wrists like bandages—courtesy of his friends, who looked deathly worried for the fate of their poor friend. if he had lost any more blood, he would’ve died. you had never seen the clinic in such chaos, people running around, anxious. your leg muscles were sore from going back and forth from the nurse’s side to the cabinets storing all the medical supplies she needed.

it had been a whirlwind, and after your superior had patched and properly bandaged his cuts, you were left to look after him in the meantime as nurse jung tried contacting his guardian.

his friends—who you learned were named yuta and jaehyun, were snoozing outside on the bench across the hall, parallel with the clinic’s double-glass door, as they waited for their friend to wake up.

depression. suicidal. taeyong has been like that for his whole life, jaehyun stated earlier. you can only shoot a sorry look at the unconscious boy lying on the hospital bed.

it had already been dark outside when you came in to switch out his bandages for new ones—only to realize that his cut is exactly where you had been scratching earlier before he showed up.

you retracted, unbelieving of what that possibly entails. along the way, you’ve pieced together that your soulmate is probably struggling through something heavy, something that weighed him down so much that it made him believe hurting himself is the only solution, what with all the flowers on your skin.

“it’s him…” you mumble, wide eyed as you eyed the faded scars around his wrists, eerily aligned to the flowers blooming on your own.

you didn’t want to overwhelm him, that much was sure. you didn’t want to chase him away if he gets uncomfortable. so for weeks you started leaving anonymous notes in his locker. not the sappy love letter types, just little words of encouragement that could make his day better.

when their friend breaks out into the tiniest of smiles, yuta and jaehyun’s thankful eyes would scour around the halls. sneakily looking for you behind taeyong’s back. they understood where you’re coming from and hadn’t spoken a word of disagreement when you told them you didn’t plan to make yourself known as his soulmate yet.

and as if the notes were not enough, you start giving him his favorite starbucks drink every now and then—on days the flowers didn’t bloom as much as it normally would. you turn up half an hour early before lectures so you can place it on the table where he usually sits with his two best friends. even if his class is on the other side of campus, you’d still go.

but it only took three weeks of creeping around until you’re caught by your soulmate himself.

“do you want something from me?”

you didn’t know what to say, cat got your tongue as you stood before him holding the drink. you couldn’t weasel your way out and say the drink’s yours, not when he caught you standing before his usual seat, not when you were already leaning forward to place it on his desk.

“uhm… i…” you stutter pathetically, not being able to meet the intensity of his eyes.

“jaehyun and yuta aren’t exactly the most lowkey, especially with how much their eyes wander when i open my locker. so, do you want something from me? what are you playing at, stalker?”

the name he called you stung like a bitch but you can’t blame him for it. you knew him, he doesn’t know you. you’re giving him gifts anonymously. even if they were all from the goodness of your heart, from an outsider’s view, your actions still appeared sketchy.

“soulmate,” you correct him.

you watch his features twist into confusion, only for it to morph into shock once he’s digested what you just said. eventually, he schools his expression back to indifference. his stoic face is so intimidating, you thought, biting your bottom lip and fidgeting on your toes.

“what?”

“i’m your—i’m your soulmate.”

his eyes flicker downwards to peak a glance at the bouquet of flowers painted on your skin. colors as beautiful and vibrant as the day you got them, the stems of the bell-shaped flowers intricately woven into each other. for a split second, you even twist your arms a little, showing him the rock hard proof of your claim.

ever since you found him, you’ve always contemplated for the better part of your limited free time about what his reaction will be when he finds out you two are soulmates. will he accept you? or worse case scenario, pretend you didn’t exist? the possibilities are unknown especially with someone who seems to be going through so much that the last thing they wanted is this person who thinks they’re entitled to be part of their lives because the universe made it be that way.

not that you feel entitled… taeyong can reject you all he wants and you’ll give him the space he needs—

he’s crying.

and not the simple, small tears slowly streaming down his face one by one type of crying, no, his tears were an onslaught. full-on sobbing as he threw himself onto you, wrapping his arms tight around your shoulders as he buried his face into your neck, words heavily muffled by your coat.

“is it—” he hiccups. “true?”

you blink, from all the reactions you’ve gone through in your head, crying was the very last thing you expected from him—crying and hugging you like you’re the last person on earth and he’s been touch-starved until he found you.

maybe that was the case.

you wonder what jaehyun and yuta felt whenever taeyong ditched them to spend time with you—and that was pretty much all the time since he’s found you. he’s like a puppy, following you around wherever you go (unless he has classes) and had been neglecting his friends. whether it was intentional or not, whether his two friends were cool with it or not, you don’t know.

you try your best to smile every time he runs up to you on the other end of the hall, spotting you coming out of your own respective classroom after lectures are done.

he’s beaming like a child, inviting you to this cafe he wants to take you to—and pathetic ‘lil ‘ol you just can’t seem to say no to those huge expecting eyes.

but you’re not blind to the slight scowl on yuta’s face nor the razor sharp smile on jaehyun’s features. they want to hang out together, just boys, but now there’s this soulmate who’s suddenly more important than them—what happened to bros before hoes?

but they knew taeyong needed you. heck, he never once smiled like the way he did before he met you. it was like he’s become this whole new person with a child-like innocence reflecting his eyes.

“so?” your soulmate prompts just as his two friends came over, flanking him.

taeyong deflates the moment he sees the hesitance in your eyes. “uhm… i actually have a shift in the clinic, and nurse jung said the clinic isn’t some hang out place, so you can’t, uhh…” you trail, not wanting to finish the sentence.

a little white lie can’t hurt anyone, right?

taeyong shouldn’t depend on you all the time, not when he also has friends who care about his well-being and mental health just as much as you do. being soulmates didn’t mean he has to spend every waking moment with you and the faster he realizes, the better.

when you dashed away before he could even mutter out a reply, you miss the frown on his face, his eyes never once leaving your frame until you turned the corner.

people often favor the underdog. they have this gnawing urge in their gut to sympathize and unknowingly root for their own plot twist or happy ending.

people look at you and your soulmate and think you have poor, suicidal and depressed and sad taeyong eating at the palm of your hand, following you around like a lonely duckling—the undeniable underdog in a coming-of-age movie, the person shoved around until some bigger, more capable person comes to their rescue (in this case you, unfortunately).

but appearances have always been deceiving.

your little 3-week head start with getting to know your soulmate had only been on surface-level. you just wanted to help him but taeyong’s obvious attraction—can you even call it that? you’d like to think it’s more of infatuation—is off-putting for you. from standing way too close to putting an arm around you, from walking you to your lectures to walking you home, from the light headpats to having the guts to kiss your cheeks.

it’s too much and it wasn’t as if you basked in the public display of affection. whenever you tried telling him off in the most gentlest of ways, taeyong would frown and curl in on himself, eyes glossy, darting around, and looking like a kicked puppy.

you couldn’t leave him like that just because of some harmless skinship, right? he’s just excited and happy he’s found you. weren’t you also the first one to initiate? with all those notes and gifts you’ve given him? and now you’re backing away just because of a few touches?

“you know,” your roommate plops herself on the couch next to you, netflix movie playing as background. “you’re not obligated to fix him. you’re his soulmate, not his psychiatrist.”

you sigh, head diving into the couch pillows. “i’m not trying to fix him, i’m just…”

she raises a prodding eyebrow.

“…i’m just trying to be there for him.”

taeyong likes to think that he wasn’t doing it on purpose. but the sense of rush and sick pleasure running up and down his spine whenever you force a smile and give in to his wishes proves otherwise.

all his life he’s been pushed around. tasked to buy his old man beer and cigarettes and an assortment of drugs. if he turns up empty handed, guess who becomes a punching bag? and he has always been alienated throughout his school life. immature elementary kids aren’t exactly the kindest and would’ve picked on every single thing to appear cool to their friend groups. and poor little scrawny taeyong who didn’t speak and didn’t defend himself was just too easy of a target.

“uhm… you don’t—don’t need to walk me home all the time.” do you think so low of him that you believe he doesn’t sense your fake little giggle?

“but i like walking you home,” he pouts, jutting his lips just a wee bit more for extra measure. he makes sure his eyes are as round and glossy as can be, he noticed those puppy eyes are what gets to you the most.

he can tell by your tense shoulders, the clear hesitance in your face, that smile that looked too sweet to be real, and your averting eyes. you needn’t say anything for taeyong to figure you out. he isn’t blind to the lack of comfort you’ve developed by being with him.

he has to think of something or else you’ll be slipping through the gaps of his fingers.

he asked you out on valentine’s day. it wasn’t the simple, forgettable act of popping out the “hey, do you want to go out on a date with me?” question while holding a bouquet of flowers. taeyong made sure you’ll never forget this certain day that he had laid his claim on you—not that it needed to be vocalized, it was his wounds that made flowers bloom on your skin. the soulmate connection should be enough.

but taeyong wanted to go the extra mile.

with the help of his friends (yuta’s popular and jaehyun can be very persuasive), he’s got people handing you lilies of the valley every ten feet until you reach the auditorium in the main building. despite it blooming on your skin you’ve never really seen them in the flesh. they’re like dew drops, bell-like flowers growing in an elegant dip from it’s main stem and appearing no bigger than your thumb.

you were awed, but skeptical.

you meet taeyong by the end of your little journey, standing on a decorated stage with a bouquet of the flowers nestled delicately in his hands. the natural sunlight bleeding through the open windows giving him such a beautiful glow that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. he had smiled and timidly gave you the flowers while asking.

“will you be my girlfriend?”

if only you’d look close enough, that sugar coated smile contrasted greatly to the sly flickers in his eyes. he knows how your actions are dictated by the reputation you’ve built. taeyong knows you'll say yes, because if you didn't, how could you have rejected your own soulmate who has made you the light of his life? he’s been nothing but kind to you and you’ve only pushed him away! you’re a monster! you should’ve saved him!

if him alone can’t make you say yes, maybe the pressure-induced stare of the whole student body can.

and as you shivered amidst taeyong’s suffocating hug, feeling the triumphant smirk against your head and his prodding nose as he sniffed your hair, you now understood why your body bloomed this specific woodland flower.

lilies of the valley are beautiful.

but lilies of the valley are poisonous, too.

the flowers remind you of taeyong.

making things official has only made things worse. taeyong has promised you that after being together he won’t try hurting himself anymore and that he’s a big boy and he can attend his therapy sessions alone. but the itching in your skin is as constant as ever and you just got off the phone with the receptionist of the clinic he goes to.

“are things alright? i haven’t seen taeyong since three weeks ago.”

if there’s one thing you absolutely hate doing with your soulmate, it’s confrontations. for the three months you’ve been together, taeyong has always, always spiraled out whenever you confront him about something. be it the mildest or the most superficial thing, what started out small will turn into a complete whirlwind and he’d be in a fit of tears by the end of it.

every single time.

you prefer happy taeyong than sad taeyong—if you can avoid it for as long as you can, you will. but you’re at your breaking point. him lying to you about his therapy sessions is the pin that popped the little balloon of security you’ve been protecting.

when you arrive home, he’s already there, crouched and sifting through your bookshelf. it wasn’t a surprise or anything out of the ordinary, he possesses the key to invite himself into your apartment any time. “hey, you’re home!” he immediately stands, barreling towards you.

he encircles his arms around you protectively as he pulls you flush against his body. you feel the tip of his nose prodding against your neck, hearing him inhaling your scent like cannabis.

you learned to ignore it, this habit of his—but just because you do doesn’t make you any less uncomfortable than the first time he did it.

you don’t bother hugging him back.

you were too pissed off to keep up with pretenses.

“the clinic called, said you weren’t attending your sessions. why were you lying to me?”

when pushed into a corner, you were never one to beat around the bush.

“i don’t like going alone, i told you that, remember?” he quickly replied, shoving you away. “i wouldn’t have to lie to you if you would just come with me for my sessions, don’t you think? you’re blowing this out of proportion when it’s all your fault.”

you wanted to pull at your hair. scratch that, you wanted to pull at his hair—no, not in that kind of way.

“how the fuck—” you stop. taeyong hates it when you curse. cursing will do you more harm than good. you inhale through your nostrils, willing yourself to calm down. “how is this my fault? i told you i have to run errands for professor kim!”

“then quit working there! they’re not even paying you, it’s just for extra credit! which you wouldn’t even fucking need if you weren’t flunking astronomy so bad.” taeyong must’ve seen your features twisting into that of betrayal. he was there when you were crying your eyes out because you failed the exam. he knew the subject was taking such a big toll on you.

how could he…

“don’t fucking look at me like that, kitten. you know it’s the truth.”

what is the point of this, some form of payback he’s subjecting you to? just because you didn’t come with him to his sessions? six months in this relationship and you already feel so drained, how would the universe expect you to keep up for a whole fucking lifetime together with him?

“why…” you choke, the tears building up in your eyes as your voice breaks. “so what do you want me to do, then?” you ask, because you genuinely don’t know.

does he want you to choose? is that it? you didn’t want to lose the credits, but you didn’t want to lose this relationship either, no matter how much you’re drowning in the toxicity of it all.

because this is your soulmate.

certainly, the universe wouldn’t destine you to each other if it would only bring forth chaos, right? taeyong has mentioned time and time again that this is his first relationship. of course, he’s depending on you to show him the ropes.

but it seems he isn’t really a big fan of how you do things.

“quit.”

you shake your head defeatedly. “you know i can’t. i’d have to take the whole subject again next semester and—”

“i said quit, dollface.” the finality in his tone renders you speechless. “then fucking take the subject again next semester! i don’t care. that’s your consequence for neglecting your major. why the fuck do i have to suffer, too, if my soulmate is such a failure?”

his words cut deep, deeper than flesh, cutting through bone as your knees the urge to buckle and collapse before him. “taeyong, please—”

“honestly, i don’t even know what you’re doing with that professor. you always brush it off whenever i ask you!” the glare he sends could kill. “is this… is this why you’re so adamant about not quitting? then again… what kind of professor is willing to pass his students just by interning for him? i can’t believe i’m only realizing this now!”

this is bad. this is very, very bad.

“whatever you’re thinking about is not true! trust me—”

but as if he can’t hear you, he dawdles on, trying to connect the dots when there is absolutely nothing to connect.

“you suck dick for grades? how could you do this to me? how can you do that to yourself?”

you don’t understand exactly why he’s crying again so you don’t say anything. not because his fierce accusations were right but because even if you try hard to convince him that nothing is going on with your astronomy professor, he’d still cry and whine and paint you to be the bad guy.

“what… what use do i have in this world if my soulmate thinks i’m not enough? and i lost you to some guy who smelled like prunes of all people!” you would have laughed if the situation had been different, but taeyong was dead serious. “i’m useless. i’ve been useless with my family, my friends, and now you. i can never do anything right, can i? i can never make anyone stay. i can’t even make you stay!”

and like a switch that has been flicked off, your conflicted emotions vanish in thin air. gone are every trickle of anger, confusion, and irritation you felt as he makes a beeline to the coffee table, smashing the little ornamental fish bowl and pointing a shard against his dainty wrists.

“no!” you tackle him to the ground, groaning when you feel the shard dig into your side yet you made no effort to get off of him. blindly, you reach, twisting his wrist to drop the piece of glass. “you promised!” you wail, clutching the collars of his shirt as you pull him close to you. “stop, stop hurting yourself.”

you feel him shaking his head, his own onslaught of tears staining your shirt as the negativity he’s been bottling pours over like a tsunami, dragging you under the currents with him. “no, no, no…” you splutter, snot running disgustingly down your nostrils. “it’s not true, none of that is true. you’re my love, my moonlight, i’d never betray you for anyone or anything!”

“but—but your professor, the internship—”

“i’ll quit. i’ll take the subject again next semester, it’s not a big deal, okay? don’t worry, i’m here. i’m so sorry!”

it was all too easy.

the thing with noble people like you is the foolish sense of responsibility lying underneath your skin, it’s gravitational pull so strong that you don’t bother to think before you speak, to think before you act, to think before you make promises, because what’s important isn’t yourself, it’s the person lying meek and helpless before you.

quit, you say? taeyong wants something more.

the evil lying inside pandora’s box can never remain dormant, not when meddlesome people like you who think with a one-track mind pull the lid off its hinges, preaching how every evil can have their own redemption.

a hand finds purchase around your waist as an eerie blissful smile stretches on his lips, eyes clouded over. “really? i’m your moonlight?”

“yes—”

“would you prove it to me?”

he doesn’t make room for your hesitance to settle, he lunges, hands wrapping around your face to pull you into a kiss. it wasn’t like all the other kisses you’ve shared with him, no, this one had a dark, underlying purpose. his hands digging into your open wound to make it bleed, tongue sliding into your mouth the moment you gasped in pain.

your hands press on his chest, trying to push him away but taeyong’s thoughts are running wild. you blush in sheer humiliation when he lets out an almost pornographic moan. with a sinking realization, you’ve become hyper aware of something poking at your abdomen.

no, not yet. you weren’t ready yet!

“taeyong, wait—i’m not—”

“you said you love me, didn’t you?”

#nct imagines #taeyong imagines #nct scenarios #taeyong scenarios #yandere taeyong #yandere kpop #yandere nct #yandere nct 127 #idk how to tag stuff geez

346 notes · View notes

lucidlemonade · 3 years

Text

nct 127 headcannons — nct as one direction songs

⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶

taeil :: if i could fly. he is like coming home after a long journey away. he is the soft, intimate moments that only the two of you share, deep in the heart of your bedroom. he is the comfort and stability that makes you feel like you could fly; you’ve always got him to return to. he is the one you build a house on a hill with, who you sit snuggled with at the fireplace with on cold winter nights. he is that secretive, domestic type of intimacy: the one for your eyes only.

johnny :: midnight memories. he is like staring straight up at the full moon, making you feel wild and free. he is the exhilaration of stumbling home on an autumn night at 3 am, drunk and scream-singing your favorite songs. he is a house party full of people, loud and overwhelming. but he is also the empty bedroom you’re pulled inside, safe and held. he is never saying no to the things that make you feel alive.

taeyong :: long way down. he is like building castles and flying in spaceships. he is the grand plans you make for your future together. he is the stories you tell each other of climbing the tallest mountains, diving the deepest oceans. he is every possibility; he makes you feel as if you can do anything with him, even if it’s from the comfort of your own bed. he is the future; he is the world you build together for you both to live in.

yuta :: clouds. he is like sprinting in the pouring rain, full speed ahead. he builds you up, makes you feel as though you could never be defeated. he is the habitual type of intimacy, the coming home to each other every day after work, but he always makes it feel brand new. he is the partner that makes every date feel like it’s your first; you still get made nervous by him. he is the air you breathe, intense and cloying, yet refreshing and light. the small streak of sunlight through the gray clouds.

doyoung :: hey angel. he is like the flutter of eyelashes against your cheek, soft and gentle. he is the songs he uses to sing you to sleep every night; he is the caresses he gives your face long after you’ve fallen asleep. the worshipful type of love; he’s never seen someone so ethereal. he is the reminders you give him that he is beautiful, but somehow he seems to forget. he is looking up the the sky and knowing life is beautiful.

jaehyun :: a.m. he is like the drunken truths whispered between lips at the end of a party. he is knowing you two have known each other all your lives, though you’ve just met. he is tucking a flower behind your ear and getting the courage to tell you you’re more beautiful than anything. he is the courageous type of love, the kind that takes risks with no regrets. he is the all-nighters, the feeling of staying in his bed the next morning instead of slipping away.

jungwoo :: never enough. he is like standing on the edge of a cliff, watching the sunrise on the horizon. he is feeling the wind rippling through your hair. he is the type of love you never get tired of, the type that keeps you on your toes and makes your skin tingle. he is sneaky kisses and belly laughs. he is giving everything and asking nothing in return.

mark :: once in a lifetime. he is like being given a jacket on a cold evening by the way person who gives you butterflies. he is your heartbeat racing inside your chest, anxious yet safe knowing he’s the cause. he is the breath puffs on winter mornings, the type of love that you know you’ll only get once. he is the feeling of nostalgia only your first love can give. he is the talks of growing old together while you’re still young.

haechan :: walking in the wind. he is like summer road trips out west, your feet propped up on the dash. he is frolicking in sunflower fields while holding hands and kissing on the bed of dive motels. he’s a 24 hour diner. he is the type of intimacy the bubbles and brightens your day. the type of sunlight that is just perfectly warm and cozy. he is the warm feeling you get when you say goodbye, but knowing you will see him very soon.

#y’all know i had to do it to em #nct #nct 127 #nct headcanons #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct 127 headcanons #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #one direction

49 notes · View notes

fishoutofcamelot · 4 years

Text

Want to Write a Fic Where Merlin Gets Sentenced to the Pyre, But You Also Want to Be Accurate? Here’s a Handy Guide to Burning Alive!

*note that i am not an expert, just a writer with too much time on their hands. if someone more knowledgeable has something to add, please feel free to correct me!! <3*

Painful! Burn injuries are disproportionately more painful than other type of injury. As far as I can tell, science isn’t yet clear on why. Some say it is “at the peak of what humans can tolerate”

In It For the Long Haul. Suffering a substantial burn can lead to Stress-Induced Analgesia. SIA is a phenomenon in which the body represses its pain response/blocks pain receptors. However, this results in the pain that had built up being released over the course of hours, days, or even weeks after the fact. As a related stress response, you may develop stomach ulcers

YIKES. Death by fire is considered by many to be one of the most painful ways to die (the foremost being scaphism - long story short, bees in a canoe)

Potential Cause of Death: Smoke Inhalation. The carbon monoxide in the air released by the fire might kill you first. You can expect people in a burning building to die from this due to the sheer amount of fire, but people who burned at the stake were not likely to die from smoke inhalation unless there were several others being burned along with them

Potential Cause of Death: Shock. Another common way that people die from fire is through shock. The pain is so brutal that your body enters ‘primal shock’, essentially lowering your blood pressure and rendering your organs functionless

Potential Cause of Death: Blood Loss. If monoxide and shock don’t kill you, blood loss will! Burns that severe can cause your capillaries to get inflamed and then start leaking everywhere, leading to eventual blood loss

Potential Cause of Death: Aspyhixiation. Or, you’ll die from simple ol’ asphyxiation. The smoke and fire and whatnot prevents you from getting the air you need, and you suffocate to death. Yay!

Potential Cause of Death: Heat Stroke. If all else fails, rely back on heatstroke as a cause of death

Potential Cause of Death: Thermal Decomposition. Fire has this super ~fun~ effect where the sheer heat causes vital internal organs and tissues to decompose. The chemical bonds in your bodily tissue begin to fall apart due to a series of chain reactions caused by the fire. If you’re unlucky enough to have survived long enough to experience this while conscious, you’ll get to watch yourself decompose before your very own eyes. Dinner AND a show!

Potential Cause of Death: Pulmonary Edema. An edema is caused when the surrounding capillaries and soft tissues of your lungs are damaged by the hot air and begin to leak, filling up your lungs with fluid. So not only are you burning alive, but you’re also drowning too!

You Start Leaking. Fun fact! Fire peels away your skin! After about five minutes, the outer dermis/layer of skin begins to shrink and split open, causing fat and other bodily fluids to spill out. And boil. Don’t forget that your bodily fluids are boiling right now. Hopefully you’re already dead by this point, otherwise you’re gonna have a bad time.

In Shock? Which Kind of Shock? There are actually 5 types of ‘shock’ your body can undergo - and as luck would have it, death by fire can cause 4 of them. Neurogenic Shock - the pain of the fire is so severe that your central nervous system just shuts itself off (very similar to the aforementioned SIA). Hypovolemic Shock - caused by blood loss or fluid loss

Thirsty? Even if you don’t die, being burned can substantially dehydrate you.

You’re A Candle In the Wind. In the right condition your body can burn for up to seven hours, due to the fat in your body sustaining the flames like wax on a candle

The Big Shrink. Heat can cause your body and muscles to “shrink” or contract, sometimes in rather substantial ways. If a body is heated on just one side, it will end up bending towards the corresponding side as that’s where all the muscle contraction has occurred. If the contraction is severe enough, it can even cause bones to crack and shatter, or in some cases “explode”

No Bones About It. Bones, when exposed to heat, can crack, shrink, and shatter. If the scalp has burned away, small pieces of bone will flake away from the skull and up to the outer surface of the head. Bones will often look blackened and charred, even porous.

Loss of Sensation. If you are unfortunate enough to have died early on in the process, you’ll experience a loss of physical sensation. This is similar yet also very different to the aforementioned SIA. That is, your nerve endings will have burned off and rendered you incapable of feeling. Of course, unless you’re immortal (*cough* Merlin), you’ll probably die before you realize that you can’t feel it

What Remains. Cremating a body down to full ashes is very difficult actually, and there will almost always be bone fragments or some kind of skeletal remains after the fact. It would take roughly 2-4 cubic meters of wood to cremate someone in medieval times, but even then medieval times didn’t really have the industrial means to burn them away to total ash

Cook Until Done. So how long would it take for a deep, serious burn to afflict an adult human? Well, roughly: 5 minutes at 122°F, 1 minute at 127°F, and so on. Note, however, that a pyre would take a while to reach this extreme heat (although some pyres can reach over a thousand degrees Fahrenheit in the right circumstances)

What Are the Odds? If 80% of your body is burning and you’re under 40, you have about a 50/50 chance of survival. Those chances get lower the older you are.

I have a bunch of other fun death-by-fire facts (and don’t even get me STARTED on rigor mortis), but most of that has to do with like the forensic investigation side of it.

#i was very anxious to post this bc it makes me sound a lot smarter than i actually am #do not read this and assume i possess any amount of intellect #i just really like researching weird stuff like this #in my defense i grew up watching detective conan #watching a show like that. especially in elementary school. it...changes you as a person #tw fire #tw death #bbcm #fish post

172 notes · View notes

makeste · 4 years

Text

BnHA Chapter 282: Aizawa Defeeted

Previously on BnHA: Oh my god do we even care about that at this point. Tomura made a speech; Gran Torino died; Deku lost his shit and tried to strangle Tomura to death with his bare hands; Ryuukyuu came back from Wherever She Was and tried to grab Tomura but he punched a hole through her giant hand; and now he’s grabbing his Quirk-Be-Gone bullets and is ready to cause some mayhem okay?? That about sum it up?? Is anyone even reading this?? CAN WE JUST GET ON WITH IT I’VE WAITED AN ENTIRE WEEK.

Today on BnHA: Well I guess let’s start with what doesn’t happen: Bakugou doesn’t lose his quirk. HE LUCKED OUT!!... for now, anyways. Because, thanks to a near-impossible-to-predict series of events (seriously, raise your hands if you had “Aizawa gets shot but goes full World War Z on his own ass” on your bingo card), Tomura has seemingly regained his regeneration powers, which means that his other quirks are probably back online as well! So we’ll see how that all goes. Anyway so in the meantime Shouto’s back, looking very mad that everyone temporarily forgot he was a main character. And Gigantomachia is back as well! Or almost, anyway. Also, you’ll never guess who broke another one of his arms! Go on, guess. But at least he still has the arm, though, which is more than we can say for certain other people’s limbs. Poor Aizawa is literally on his last leg. He and Tomura really got off on the wrong foot. He chopped his leg off, is what I’m saying. It’s that kind of chapter folks.

you guys I’m losing my whole fucking mind. I straight up deleted the tumblr app off my phone for 24 hours so that I wouldn’t be tempted to log in and risk potentially being spoiled. and I’m happy to say that it worked! so here we are now, completely spoiler free, and let me just say that if Horikoshi decides to cut back to Gunga Mountain now, I will either cry for hours or abandon the series forever and go do something more productive with the rest of my quarantine like learning how to play sad songs on the guitar

all right. here goes

so we’re opening with Deku, who is currently comprised of 100% rage and 0% mercy, and is doing that thing where only the whites of his eyes are visible. and basically he’s just thinking “I’VE REALLY GOT TO HOLD ON TO THIS GUY AND MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T DO ANYTHING ELSE HOMICIDAL.” which is a solid game plan, but perhaps not so easily accomplished

-- oh my god this poor kid is still in denial, I can’t. why are you doing this

is there even still a Gran Torino to tend to at this point? after Tomura bulldozed a hole through his torso, and you went and finished the job with your own fucking attack? sob

but I guess the law of Tragic Shounen Mentor Deaths mandates that Gran’s should be at least as drawn-out as Nighteye’s was, though. so he’s probably only Mostly Dead, which is still Slightly Alive if I remember my Princess Bride correctly, and I think I do

so now the rest of these stooges are finally catching up with us here

yes, my friends. a bullet. WELCOME TO MY LIFE FOR THE PAST FUCKING WEEK. anyways I have a LOT of pent-up energy here just fyi. there may be a lot of unnecessary screaming in this recap

FUCKING WYOMING SMASH Y’ALLSSSS

I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT JUST HAPPENED SOB. DID HE JUST HAMMER FIST TOMURA’S HEAD INTO THE GROUND. DID HE SNAP HIS FUCKING NECK AT 100%. IN AN IDEAL WORLD HE WOULD HAVE JUST CHOPPED TOMURA’S ARMS OFF WHILE SOMEHOW MANAGING TO AVOID BREAKING ANY OF HIS OWN BONES IN THE PROCESS, BUT I HAVE A FEELING THIS SITUATION WILL NOT BE RESOLVED IN ANY KIND OF MANNER ONE WOULD CONSIDER “IDEAL”

(ETA: fun fact: this attack did absolutely nothing except make things approximately 100x worse. but you tried Deku. you tried.)

THE FUCK KIND OF PORTENTOUS BULLSHITTING TITLE IS THIS. OH MY GOD, I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT EMOTION I’M HAVING RIGHT NOW, IT’S JUST A LOT OF LOUD THOUGHTS

anyway so if you’re just joining us, Tomura just pulled two bullets out of his pocket, the good guys finally noticed, and then Deku did a smash and everything exploded. the radius of this attack actually looks wide enough to have potentially involved Aizawa, who probably does NOT want to get any debris in his eyes right now, and also Gran, who probably doesn’t particularly want to be hit by another deadly attack for the third time in the past ninety seconds. anyway so I guess what I’m trying to say here is WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THAT YOU LITTLE GREEN LUNATIC

AHHHHHH

he got the one!! the one that was in Tomura’s right hand!! but what about the one in his left ahhhhhhh

(ETA: lmao at Kacchan being the one to blow up the same bullet I was so sure he was going to be shot with. saw the writing on the wall, huh kid? what do we say to the god of foreshadowing?? ‘NOT TODAY.’ ...except that we’re still not actually out of the woods yet so you still better watch yourself lol.)

...

based on the font here, these are Tomura’s thoughts. which he is thinking immediately after getting the lower half of his jaw very painfully cronched by the VERY homicidal sixteen-year-old still clinging to him. anyway so Tomura’s thought processes are as inscrutable to me as ever lulz

and Deku’s arm looks broken again, yaaaaay. but at least it’s his left arm and not his right! so that’s nice. now they can match

[SHRIEKS]

HE YEETED IT. IT HAS BEEN YEETEDED. HE DID A YEET. [sobbing] he DiD a YeEt oH my GOD

DID IT HIT SOMETHING!?!?!?

my reading process here is as follows: 1) scroll down exactly one panel. 2) scream even though absolutely nothing has happened yet. 3) WRITE THAT DOWN 4) REPEAT

DKSFJLKHSDLGKHLI

DID IT HIT HIM!?!? DID IT GET HIM IN THE LEG SOB ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. JUST LIKE THAT?? BOOM GUN BULLET LEG!!?

YOU GUYS IT REALLY HIT AIZAWA AND NO ONE DID A GODDAMN THING?? it wasn’t even drawn out or anything??? it just HAPPENED, within like four pages??? NO SLOW MO?? NOT EVEN A REACTION PANEL WHAT THE FUCK

son of a bitch I would so dearly like to grab Manual and RockLockRock’s heads right now and just conk them together real hard. YOU STUPID FUCKS sob YOU HAD ONE JOB!!! IT REALLY WAS JUST ONE!! AND YOU WERE SHARING IT!! SO IT’S MORE LIKE HALF A JOB!! AND YOU STILL COCKED IT UP IN ABSOLUTELY NO TIME AT ALL OH MY GOD

(ETA: they should blow this panel up and make it into a t-shirt and make Manual and RLR wear the shirts every day for the rest of their lives. half a job, you guys. please go away I cannot even look at you right now.)

FUCK MY EVERYTHING

(ETA: I still can’t figure out if this horrific angle is due to the earlier damage from the Noumu, or if Tomura really just flung the bullet THAT hard. honestly I’m surprised it didn’t just slice right through him with that kind of velocity. “no thanks because then I wouldn’t get to write a scene where he chops his own leg off” oh okay well when you put it that way, Horikoshi.)

if I recall correctly this is the leg that he said was “twisted”, no? yeesh. might just want to chop it off real quick, then. s’not like it’s doing you any more good. does anyone know if zombie rules apply or not with this sort of thing?? shit

?!?!

“THANKS”?? okay what. did it hit him or not??

-- oh my god WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. WAIT

I WAS -- I WAS JOKING I -- FFFFFFFFKJK

jesus fucking christ. when I said “might just want to chop it off real quick” literally FOUR PARAGRAPHS AGO, I can tell you that the one thing I did NOT expect was for Aizawa to be all, “you know what, that’s a good idea”, and then YOINK OUT HIS TRUSTY HERO SHANK AND GO FULL 127 HOURS ON THIS BITCH. "LALALA WE’RE GONNA DO IT RATIONALLY TEEHEE” like excuse me, the fuck

anyways. I don’t even know what to say. thank you Aizawa’s leg for your sacrifice, and for always supporting him. literally. oh my god I came here ready for my son to enter a new phase of character development, and for the manga as a whole to enter a new phase of glorious, glorious angst. no one told me I’d be sitting here making puns instead. what a fine, confusing day

anyway though let’s just fucking hope it worked. and side note, if Aizawa Shouta really did chop off his own fucking leg just now and somehow STILL managed not to fucking blink, I think we might as well just go ahead and hand him the Biggest Badass In The Series award right now because no one is ever going to top that. nope. not happening

it is truly a testament to Shigaraki Tomura’s unfathomably mysterious sexy villain energy that he still somehow manages to look hot with only half a face

also no one in this manga actually feels pain, do they. not Deku, not Aizawa, not Tomura, no one. no wonder none of them have any self-preservation instincts to speak of

did someone just randomly explode just now. at this point it might as well happen, right

oh it’s the shockwave from Deku’s Wyoming attack, apparently. how nice of it to have a delayed reaction for absolutely no reason

anyway so Deku’s being flung back, but he’s grabbing onto Tomura again with Blackwhip. but oh shit you guys, if Tomura escapes Deku and Ryuukyuu’s clutches and still has any bullets left in his pocket, we may still be able to salvage this Bakugou quirk situation after all. would be nice to be able to actually do something with all of these “happy quirk losing day” balloons that I ordered

(ETA: actually, believe it or not I honestly like this better. Tomura using AFO was always the more dramatic option anyway. and now that we’ve done the bullet thing everyone has presumably let their guard down again, which, good.)

I love how Tomura apparently hasn’t noticed that Aizawa’s just amputated his own leg? to be fair he’s probably distracted by all the explosions and such

also gotta love how Deku’s arm-breaking attack seemingly just made everything worse for no reason. and also how Manual and RockLockRock are once again just standing there doing absolutely nothing

SO NOW GUESS WHAT’S HAPPENING

I MEAN IT! GUESS. BECAUSE YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE LOL

OH WELL OKAY THEN

just like we all saw coming!! ...

so is this Endeavor’s attack?? Bakugou’s?? either way, hot damn. fortunately for Tomura he is apparently operating under the same guidelines as the U.S. Federal Reserve, in which mutilated bills may still be exchanged at face value if more than 50% of a note identifiable as United States currency is present. basically as long as roughly half of him is still vaguely Tomura-shaped I assume he’ll be fine

(ETA: in hindsight I should have immediately been able to identify this as a Shouto attack based solely on how murdery it was lol.)

OH MY GODDDD

KRANCH?!?

OH MY GOD LOL WHAT. LOL. REMEMBER EVERYONE’S THEORIES FROM LIKE TWENTY YEARS AGO LOL. SHOUTO WHAT THE FUCK. DID YOU STOP FOR DRIVE THRU

AND MEANWHILE DEKU’S BACK ON THE SCENE GIVING ARGUABLY EVEN LESS FUCKS THAN BEFORE, IF SUCH A THING IS EVEN POSSIBLE. SO FAR THIS CHAPTER HAS PRECISELY ZERO THINGS THAT I ACTUALLY EXPECTED IN IT, WHICH IS VERY IMPRESSIVE

IT ALSO HAS A LOT OF SMASHING

a LOT. of smashing, guys. feels like... 60% smashing, 20% severed legs, 20% Kranch

-- oh no oh SHIT oh shit oh shit

(ETA: um so I really can’t tell how far that wound extends and whether or not Aizawa still has his right eye, shit.)

first of all how did Deku get here next to Aizawa when he was just over there with Tomura, what. and second, I think Aizawa just blinked, oh shit. probably on the verge of passing out after CHOPPING HIS OWN LEG OFF which STILL hasn’t been acknowledged yet?? did I just completely misinterpret all of that back there or what

(ETA: there was seriously so little attention called to this that I scrolled back up to confirm it probably like half a dozen times. apparently Horikoshi thinks that THE MOST BADASS THING TO EVER HAPPEN IN THE MANGA should be completely downplayed. whereas if it were me, there’d be an entire two page spread of JUST THE LEG. WITH MUSIC PLAYING. EVEN THOUGH IT’S A MANGA.)

YEPPPPPPP. fuck

look at him though. he’s so happy. this is why I can’t stay mad at you no matter how deranged you get you little maniac

so is quirk-stealing back on the menu then or what. don’t think I’ve been lulled into any kind of false sense of security by any of this lol

-- ARE WE SERIOUSLY CUTTING AWAY

so Todoroki really went after them ALONE. the better to put his dad right back up at the top of the Lose Your Quirk Sweepstakes finalists. well... second-to-top, maybe. like I said I will not be lulled

yuh-oh

why do I feel like the odds of Gigantomachia arriving to herald the end of this chapter just shot up DRAMATICALLY

so the next page is almost entirely just a list of cities that the news anchor is telling people to evacuate because they’re in Machia’s path. along with a bunch of dead heroes lying around everywhere, and Ochako being all ominous

(: weren’t they, though? heh. this is going to be so, so bad (: (: (:

-- fuuuuuuuuuuu

aaaaaand that’s it. hahahaha. okay then let’s summarize

Bakugou defied all expectations and kept his quirk (FOR NOW)!

Aizawa cut his own fucking leg off and it WASN’T EVEN REMOTELY ACKNOWLEDGED FOR REASONS I CAN’T UNDERSTAND (R.I.P. AIZAWA’S PRECIOUS LEG. YOU ALWAYS PUT YOUR BEST FOOT FORWARD)

Kranch showed up after 157 years and is probably wondering why the heck I keep calling him “Kranch” now. THINGS CHANGE WHEN YOU’RE MIA FOR A WHILE MY LITTLE STARBUCKS CHRISTMAS CUP

Deku broke his arm for the 78th time

Tomura regenerated but seems to think Aizawa’s quirk is actually gone for good, which I’m pretty sure it’s not. so if they can keep him from destroying everything long enough for Aizawa to turn it back on again, we might possibly still survive this

and lastly, Machia is about to kill all of these stupid people frolicking around outside of this fitness club who are probably so proud of themselves for not being glued to their phones 24/7 because they prefer to LIVE LIFE IN THE MOMENT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. well that’s on you my friends. at least it’ll be a quick death. ffff

#bnha 282 #aizawa shouta #shigaraki tomura #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #sorry for all the leg puns #it's in my nature #I can't help it if I find this kind of situation humerus #...oh no wait that's arms #dammit

483 notes · View notes

mlm-writer · 4 years

Text

Faltering, Fidgeting & Fumbling (Jaehyun x M!Reader)

Pairing: Jeong Yuno (Jaehyun) x Male!Reader (trans-friendly) Rating: General audiences Words: 1274 Summary: You are a lyricist and one of the people you work with, Jaehyun, very obviously likes you and he is really cute, but him turning into a total mess arond you can be a little annoying. Note: Took long, but boom here it is. Tags: pining, fluff, blushing, stuttering, not knowing anymore how to use chopsticks and it is implied that Jaehyun was staring at your butt.

You tapped the pen against your lips, brows furrowed in deep thought. Something was not doing it for you and it had to be perfect. “Could you take the last note of the chorus up?” You tore your eyes off the sheet full of lyrics you wrote and notes from the first meeting with NCT 127.

“What me?” You chuckled and nodded, trying to hide your crush as you confirmed that ‘yes, Jaehyun, you sing the last line in the chorus, so yes I mean you’. You worded it a little more professional than that of course.

He smiled broadly, apologising unnecessarily and bowing his head. You smiled and shook your head. “All right, Doyoung, we are starting from your line.” You scrolled the music back before the chorus. The notes up to the chorus played, before Doyoung started with the first line. There was still something off with the melody you crafted, but the last line was better now. You turned the music off, sighing when you realised you had only gone over half the song and your two hours with the popular boy band were up. “Thanks gentlemen, that’s enough for now. Please take some rest. I will see you…” You gasped when Jaehyun fell off his seat, the barstool he sat on falling on top of him. “Oh my god are you ok?”

You lifted the stool off him with one hand, offering him the other to help him up. “Yes… yes! I’m sorry I interrupted you.” You sighed and helped him up. He was particularly clumsy around you. With one hand you dusted him off, patting the dust from the floor off his expensive clothes. “You uh… don’t have to do this”, he added, standing stiff in front of you.

You stopped, giving him a warm chuckle and putting the seat back down. “Right. Sorry, force of habit. Anyway! See all of you tomorrow!” You smiled at the other members, watching them screw their bottle caps back on. You exchanged some bows before they left your office slash studio. You were bowing to Taeyong when you heard a thud behind you. You turned to see Jaehyun frantically grabbing your trash off the floor and tossing it in the bin under his arm. He always knocked something over when he left. At least it was the trash this time. You had already rearranged the room after he almost knocked your expensive microphone to the ground last comeback. The desk chair survived the week before that. The week before that he knocked over a stack of binders with your trashed songs. You could go on, but there was no use reminiscing.

“Sorry! I will clean it up! I have free time.” He smiled awkwardly, face red in what you assumed to be embarrassment. Taeyong left, leaving you and Jaehyun to pick up the trash in your room. It was mostly scrapped songs, some water bottles and the occasional candy wrapper. “I’m sorry I keep trashing your office… this time literally.”

You laughed. “Hold the bin up.” He did as he was told and you tossed a balled up paper across the room. It fell right in and you both cheered. “Haha, it is ok. Do you want to grab lunch with me?” He almost dropped the bin (again). You raised a brow as he clumsily put the bin on the floor.

“Lunch? Why?” He did not seem opposed, more like shocked. You wondered what terrible treatment he had been getting that he was shaken by an offer for lunch.

“Well, you seem to be particularly nervous around me, so I thought, since you have a free spot in your schedule, let’s get lunch together. Maybe some bonding time would make you feel more at ease with me.” You put on your friendliest smile. He nodded red-faced, asking where you wanted to have lunch.

A little trash picking and a small walk later, you found yourselves in a really cozy restaurant a kimchi stew simmered between you, tantalising steam flying up from mackerel inside it. “It looks really good!” Jaehyun exclaimed, his bright smile able to light up a room. You noticed people staring, probably recognising him, but he did not seem to mind.

“Let’s eat well then.” He looked up nodded like a child about to chow down on a home-cooked meal. You wished you could cook like this. You took a spoonful of broth, nodding when it tasted good, a small hum leaving you. “Tastes as good as it looks.” You wanted to say more, but Jaehyun struggled with his chopsticks as if he had never held them before. You watched as he tried to pick up some mackerel, but the fish slid away. You cleared your throat and picked one up from the stew. He looked at you as you placed the fish on his plate. “Still nervous around me, huh?”

Jaehyun shook his head, his ears turning red. “No, not at all! I just uh… have lived in the states for so long I have not had a lot of practice with chopsticks yet.”

You could tell it was a lie; you knew it was a lie, but pretended to know nothing at all. You gave a sympathetic ‘oh’ and nodded your head. “I can ask for a fork for you if you want me to. I understand.” Jaehyun frantically shook his head, telling you it was unnecessary. You watched with pain as Jaehyun kept fumbling with the chopsticks, stuttering out answers to your questions and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Never before was lunch this awkward.

You were on the way back to the studio. Bellies were full, but Jaehyun was still a mess. You sighed and grabbed him by the hand, dragging him into an empty alley. He was tomato red when your bodies were lightly touching in the narrow alley. You kept a hold of his hand and raised it to your lips. Your lips grazed his knuckles in a light kiss. “You really don’t need to be this nervous around me. I like you too, you know.” Jaehyun let out a breath that he seemed to have kept in.

“What? Really? Wait… am I that obvious?” You laughed and let go of his hand. You shook your head, leaning back against the wall behind you to give him a little bit more space.

“You’re so obvious, even a thick guy like me can see it.” He looked away, chewing on his bottom lip. He apologised, making you laugh again. “What are you apologising for? I literally just told you I like you too.”

His head whipped towards you, eyes wide and mouth suppressing a huge smile. He stumbled over five different sentences, not able to form a single one, until he managed to draw two words from his jumbled head. “Kiss me?”

You smiled at him and ruffled his perfect hair. “Maybe when you can have a conversation with me without stuttering like a schoolgirl. Now, come on, your schedule will resume in like 20 minutes or whatever.” You shuffled sideways to get out of the alley, but Jaehyun grabbed your wrist, pouting and muttering a soft ‘please’. You sighed. Damn it he was too good-looking. “Fine”, you sighed and leaned in. He closed his eyes, but you diverted your lips at the last moment, pressing them against his cheek. When you pulled back, you expected him to be disappointed, but he beamed at you like you just bought him a new car.

“Do you have dinner plans tonight?” You laughed. That was the longest sentence you’ve heard from him in a while.

188 notes · View notes

jenomark · 4 years

Note

ooh i just thought of a fun reaction lol hb helping 127 take care of another drunk member

Taeil: Whenever he got drunk, Jungwoo wanted to wander away. His eyes were glossy, and he couldn’t stop smiling. Like a balloon, Taeil held his wrist to keep him from floating to the sky. Since Taeil was smaller and not strong enough, Jungwoo kept breaking free and looking in every store window, like a kid in a candy store. “Taeil,” he said. “Il-ie, I want to go inside.” Taeil held Jungwoo’s hand and pulled him so that he wouldn’t go banging on the door. “It’s closed,” Taeil said. “Jungwoo, let’s go home.” You showed up just before Jungwoo was getting ready to whine. When he saw you, Taeil breathed a sigh of relief. “He won’t listen to me,” Taeil said. “Can you help me? If you take one hand, and I take the other, he can’t go anywhere.” Without any hesitation, you took Jungwoo’s hand and held it in yours. Taeil took the other and led the walk down the street, all of you holding hands together. “I know this is weird.” Taeil said. You looked at the happy boy bobbing along between you and then looked at Taeil .”I think it’s kind of sweet,” you said. “I get to be with my two favorite boys in the world.”

Johnny: He held Haechan by the middle to keep him standing upright. Even when drunk, Haechan tried his best. He balanced himself, his eyes peering into yours like they knew all your secrets. “Who are you?” he asked. “You look familiar.” Johnny laughed and rubbed Haechan’s tummy. “That’s your girlfriend,” he said. “Can’t wait to see how you explain that one in the morning.” You laughed along with Johnny and said, “I think I can take it from here. He can’t be that heavy.” Johnny looked at you and then looked at Haechan, at how he was starting to fold over Johnny’s strong arm. Reluctantly, because you were adamant, Johnny released Haechan’s body to you and watched as he stumbled into your arms, almost bringing you both to the ground. “You dropped me,” Haechan said to you. “Johnny, she dropped me.” Johnny took Haechan back in his arms and helped guide him into the car. He shot one last glance to make sure you were okay before holding the door open for you to get inside.

Taeyong: When he told you to go home, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. Taeyong stood over Yuta bending over the toilet and pulled his hair from his face. You waited for Taeyong to give you direction so that you could help. When he realized you were going to be stubborn and not go home, Taeyong ordered you to grab water for Yuta. You followed behind, as Taeyong brought Yuta back to his bedroom and put him in bed. “I’m sorry,” Yuta said. “I didn’t realize how much I was drinking.” Taeyong tucked him in and handed him the water. “Drink,” Taeyong said. “You need rest and hydration.” As Yuta drank and sat up in bed, Taeyong sat beside him. When he patted the bed beside him, you sat down next to Taeyong in the quiet and watched Yuta’s eyes close to deal with the dizziness. “You can still go home,” Taeyong said. “I will pay for it. You don’t have to stay with me while I take care of Yuta. I know you have other plans.” You shook your head no and said, “I’m staying.” For the rest of the night, you and Taeyong both took care of Yuta and got to know each other a little more.

Yuta: “Don’t you think he’s cute?” Yuta asked you. He held up Mark’s head and pinched his cheeks. Because Mark was drunk, he let Yuta, but he was still embarrassed about the affection. “Oh,” Mark said. “Don’t do that. I’m not a baby.” Before he put his face in his hands, you could see how red Mark’s face had gotten from the attention. Yuta ruffled Mark’s hair and touched the back of his neck. “Our Mark is the cutest,” he said. “But, he’s mine.” Mark shook out his hair and looked back up. Though drunk, he kept himself steady and unaffected. You could see how hard it was for him to keep his eyes focused on one thing. Mark avoided your gaze and could only talk to you when he wasn’t looking at you. “Do you need me to find your bedroom for you?” Yuta asked. “Are you tired?” He was poking fun at him and treating him like a child, but Mark wasn’t having any of it. “I’m okay,” Mark said. “I only had a few drinks.” You laughed at the obvious lie and Mark finally looked at you. When Yuta brushed his head up against Marks and begged him to take care of him, Mark still didn’t look away from you.

Doyoung: “One moment.” Doyoung said. There was a loud bang in the kitchen, which only meant that Taeyong was puttering around while he was drunk. You were supposed to be spending the night with Doyoung, just the two of you, but Taeyong was being difficult. “Let me help you.” you said. Doyoung didn’t want you to get involved with his problems so he told you to sit and wait. When he was taking too long, you wandered out into the kitchen and saw Doyoung pleading with Taeyong to go to his room and sleep it off. “I don’t want to take care of you,” he said. “You’re a grown man.” Taeyong was getting ready to argue back when he saw you. “Hello,” you said. “You’re Doyoung’s pretty friend.” Seeing you made Doyoung blush. He tried to apologize for the state of Taeyong, but you wouldn’t allow it. “Doyoung,” you said. “It’s okay. Things happen.” Once again, Doyoung threw Taeyong’s arm around his shoulder and brought him back to his room. You followed, turning off the lights as you went. “It will help him relax.” you said. You took the lead in taking care of Taeyong, putting soft music on to help him unwind. When you were done and Taeyong seemed like he wasn’t going anywhere, Doyoung couldn’t contain his love for you. He kissed you on the spot, his hands getting tangled in your hair.

Jaehyun: When he was drunk, Taeil had wide-eyed enthusiasm for everything. He could go for hours without slowing down, never wanting to ruin the best moments. Getting him into a car was difficult, even if you helped Jaehyun force him to go home. With Taeil squeezed between both of you in the backseat of a car, it was still difficult to control him. “How are you feeling?” Jaehyun asked. With his mouth close to Jaehyun’s, Taeil whispered that he was feeling just fine. You stifled a laugh, looking down at your lap to keep yourself from losing it. Jaehyun was smiling and nodding his head.”Good, “ he said. “I’m glad. We should brush your teeth when we get home.” The word “Home” made Taeil scoff. “We can go to one more club,” he said. “And then we can go home. I’m not done. The night is young, like me.” Jaehyun put his hand on Taeil’s knee and decided to go along with it. You were wondering how you would get Taeil out of the car and into the dorm when he fell asleep with his head on your shoulder and his hand holding Jaehyun’s. “Just like a baby.” Jaehyun whispered.

WinWin: “I’ve never seen him this drunk before,” WinWin said. “ He’s going to be so embarrassed when he wakes up. ” Doyoung was dancing by himself to no music, moving his hips back and forth. His eyes were closed, which was perfect because he couldn’t see you and WinWin laughing so hard. “Do we leave him?” WinWin asked. “I don’t really want to deal with him.” You were getting ready to let Doyoung be a harmless drunk when he started crying. The full-on sobbing made WinWin uncomfortable, but you had dealt with a lifetime of emotional drunks. You went up to Doyoung and asked him what was wrong. “Everything is just so beautiful,” he said. “Music is so beautiful.” Doyoung pulled you in for a hug and started crying on your shoulder. WinWin took out his phone and took a picture to commemorate the moment. “Stop,” you said. “We’re supposed to be taking care of him.”

Jungwoo: You were both walking through the party when you came across a sleeping WinWin on a chair. He was curled up like a cat, his phone dangling from his hand. Jungwoo looked around for another member to help but didn’t see one in sight. “What to do,” he said. “WinWin, are you awake? He must have had too much to drink.” You let go of Jungwoo’s hand and picked up WinWin’s phone before it fell onto the floor and got damaged. “Should we call someone?” you asked. “I think I saw Lucas floating around somewhere.” Jungwoo nudged WinWin in hopes to rouse him. He smiled in his sleep, moved around in the chair and said, “Mom, just one more minute.” You laughed and leaned your head against Jungwoo’s shoulder. “Maybe I can carry him to the car,” Jungwoo said. “He looks light.” You stood back as Jungwoo lifted WinWin from his chair and into his arms. “You’re so strong!” you said. You followed behind Jungwoo as he carried WinWin out of the party and straight into the waiting car.

Mark: “Whoa,” Mark said. “He must have had a good night.” Jaehyun woke you and Mark up, the sound of his laughter echoing throughout the dorm. Mark flicked on the lights to see Jaehyun full of smiles and completely unaware of how loud he was being. He was always great at holding his liquor, but the Jaehyun before Mark’s eyes was a mess. “Mark!” Jaehyun screamed. “You’re awake! Hey, buddy.” Mark braced himself for the big hug Jaehyun gave, his arms squeezing and lifting Mark up. Your hug was next. Before he could give it to you, Mark stepped in the way and asked him if he had fun. “I had so much fun,” Jaehyun said. “You should come out next time. I feel great.” Jaehyun went to the fridge and started drinking water at an alarming rate. You both watched him, looking at each other in shock. “Can you make it to your bedroom okay?” Mark asked. Water dribbling down his chin, Jaehyun looked at Mark and said, “Why would I want to sleep? Do we have wine? We should keep this party going. The three of us. Come on, it will be fun!”

Haechan: You watched Haechan playing games on his computer. Sitting on Johnny’s bed, you could fold yourself comfortably and watch him for hours, the back of his head becoming more familiar to you. Around midnight, the door opened and Johnny walked in and stopped halfway. Both you and Haechan turned to look at him, at the way he swayed in spot. You stood up from his bed, but Johnny waved you back down. “It’s okay,” he said. “Sit.” Stomach first, Johnny plopped onto his bed. He bounced up and fell, his big body making a loud sound as it connected with the floor. A groan rose up from the space dividing Haechan’s bed from Johnny’s, causing Haechan to laugh. “Johnny?” Haechan asked. “Are you okay? Johnny?” Haechan got up and poked him with his foot, but he didn’t move. “He fell asleep,” you said. “What do we do? Do we leave him?” The sound of Johnny’s snores filled the room. You looked at Haechan and he just shrugged and went back to his game.

#Anonymous #nct #nct reactions #nct 127 #nct 127 reactions #taeil #johnny #taeyong #yuta #doyoung #jaehyun #winwin #jungwoo #mark #haechan

163 notes · View notes

babiesdreams · 4 years

Text

Superhuman +18 Chapter 1 [127]

Warnings: mentions of: blood, rape, traumas, gore (kind of)

Jungwoo’s story:

It’s always been in my blood, but I wasn’t aware of it at first. Maybe I should have noticed in the way my anger came out like a power bust sometimes. Maybe people around me should have noticed before. But now is too late to feel sorry about things.

It isn’t something bad to take advantage of your situations, to help your relatives, It shouldn’t be bad.

The police’s siren marked the rythm of my heartbeats, but I tried to stay calmed, there was nothing suspicious about a young adult driving his car a few miles /metres away from a recently robbed bank. Not even if they cassually had a bag with a million dollars on the backseat.

“Can I talk to you sir?” A tall policeman says tapping on my car’s window. “Yes” I politely reply, while I rolled the window down just enough for him to hear me. “Can we inspect your car? There’s been a robbery near by and we wanted to make sure-” My foot quickly stepped over throttle, to start driving through the busy streets.

My mind was too focused on not driving into other cars that I almost forgot about my powers. After driving through three streets, I stopped the car completely, concentrating like I practiced. Everyone and everything freezed around me. Everything stopped, except me.

I took my time to escape, as I had literally all the time on my hands. I was so scared of what could happen to me that I simply kept the world on pause for a whole month. Hours, days the all went through like nothing.

I only stopped because my headaches were getting worse every minute, the pain was way too much to take, so I had to stop using my powers for a while. They eventually got me, and took me to prison, but luckily I could give the money to my family first. I hope they all can enjoy the life they deserved now.

I really hope so.

Taeyong’s story:

It’s always been a curse to me. I never felt normal, I was never normal I guess. I first noticed when I was five. My mom told me I was the best thing that happened to her, and the images passed through my head.

I was a product of a rape, and she tried her best to abort me, but it was too late, and then she just got used to it. She lost her job because of me, and all her friends left her. We moved to a new city and bills were trapping us in. I got to know that when I was only five.

Since then, I could always know when someone lied to me. I thought it was a stupid power, useless and harmful for myself, but it turned out to be harmful for others as well.

Knowing secrets is powerful, much more than what I thought. I got out a job because I knew the boss was cheating on his wife. I got a promotion because I knew a workmate was stealing stuff from the office.

I worked hard since I was fifteen to get to where I am, and I’m not gonna risk it all for a stupid project. I wasn’t gonna, but they have my mother, so I’m here to tell the truth.

Yuta’s story:

When you’re like me, people misunderstand a lot of things. I was diagnosed with TDAH when I was three. Doctors said I lives a fast life, and that I should relax. They were simply wrong.

I live my life in between pills, xannys and all sorts of medication. But that shit only stops my body, my brain still works an 180% faster than the average human brain. My Iq was qualified as “untestable” and I’ve lives in labs my whole life.

Doctors wanted to figure out what caused my “disease” and they never stopped testing me.

So I plotted an escape plan on a free hour I had. I faked eating the pills so that I could take back some of my physical speed, and then I left the lab, as fast as I could. When they realized I was out, I was already exactly 10.000 km away from them.

But I didn’t realize how freedom would get me lost, unpathed and really pityful. So I ended up taking drugs, which actually helped me getting some of my brain speed out, and be free of my own thoughts for a while. But drugs led me to a shameful path full of crimes.

Dongyoung’s story:

I’ve always lived apart from other humans. I was trapped into a jail, where the experimented with me. I never saw another human, not that I remembered. Everyone was so scared of my power I guess.

Nobody likes to be manipulated, but it’s something I couldn’t control. They made me believe I was a monster and I acted upon that. I never wanted to be harmful. But do you know how it feels to feel what others feel?

I get to feel others feelings constantly and they all get mixed up, and there’s so much anger in this world, and sometimes I can’t control that anger.

So yeah, maybe I manipulate people, but they made me feel bad first it’s just fair. I don’t want to feel this either.

When I escaped, everyone was too scared of me, I had to turn that into something less harmful, like, like exhaustion. I made them fall asleep, but I didn’t think about the consequences it all may have.

So when I felt overwhelmed... well you know what happened... I also felt their sadness, the way their souls got out of their bodies, the way they cried their lungs out. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.

So I came here to learn how to control this.

Taeil’s story:

My powers came like something to be grateful for. My family were farmers, and the business kept going down. I still got the motivation to kept the farm going, and helping my family over the hardships of summer.

I don’t even know how it happened. I guess I just grabbed a bunch of rotten tomatoes and picture them to be the best vegetables I could imagine, and It changed, taking the form I had in my head.

Of course I didn’t tell my parents how I got the perfectly looking vegetables and fruits, but it saved the business, and I kept on doing it until I realized it waisted too much of my energy.

I want to make sure I can keep this going for more time until we get better, so I want to know how to improve with my powers.

Jaehyun’s story:

Transforming is never easy you know? The way I have to shape my body into something new and different from my original form, is not easy at all. I can transform myself into other humans, animals and even objects.

It causes my body to get stiff sometimes, and even if the things I transform into are a perfect copy of reality they have certain limits. Human limits I guess.

I remember this one time I turned into a plane, to escape from a robbery we did at a famous bank, it was kind of epic, but I ended up crashing into the ocean half way.

The rest is kind of history, everyone knows me and my mate. Rest in peace. But now I want to take a good turn and use my powers for good. That’s why I came here. But I must say I think I have what it’s needed to be a leader, so if we need a lead I think I can do it.

Mark’s story:

Okay so I was in middle school when this happened. I was too angry at my classmates, because they were always you know bullying me. So the thought came out of nowhere and I was just looking at the boy, and then his nose started bleeding a lot.

I thought it was just a coincidence, until I bumped into that guy. Yo he was raping a girl, and I got too angry and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know his veins would explode like that.

He bleed out in front of my eyes, I will never forget how life escaped his eyes. But the girl kept saying I was a hero so I thought it wasn’t that bad you know. I had the good luck that I was wearing a costume for my theatre classes.

Media named me as the bomb hero. They thought I used some sort of inner bombs, I don’t know honestly. I just want to control myself to have a normal life for once.

Johnny’s story:

I thought they were healing powers at first. My mother was at the hospital when I first noticed. I wanted her to get back to normal, and I guess I did. The thing is that I have to know exactly what I want to do to the body.

I knew my mother needed that cancer out so I just pictured it out(? I don’t know how to explain I just did it and she got back at her normal self instantly.

But It is also harmful, like my brother Mark, I can make organs and veins explode, or modify them as I want, tho I’mm better at healing.

We came here together because we wanted to live as a family, without feeling weird or different. And I feel like we can get that in here.

Donghyuck’s story:

I discovered my powers a week ago but you already know that, you also probably know that I’m the most powerful out everyone here, so I don’t get the point of sharing my story when you literally recruited me.

972: Lee Donghyuk, it’s a formal aspect we all agreed on, please do as you were told.

The robotic voice resounds all over the room, provocking me to sigh. “Fine. You want to know what I do?” I say, concentrating for a second, before I make the gravity dissappear on the said room. Everyone started to float in the air as I kept my feet on the ground.

Then gravity came back, when I stopped controlling it, making them all fall into the ground.

“You didn’t have to do that asshole” Jaehyun said in the distance, and I smiled to his stupid expression. “There’s no point in this anyway” I say, but everything turned a weird shade of blue fastly.

972: Welcome to the unit 127, you have been selected to the protection unit, you will be assigned with daily missions around the world that you will have to accomplish. I will always be watching your actions and if you go against the companies policies, we will inform the police to take you away. As long as you are here you are protected. 972 will always look after you.

“Are you like us?” Mark asked from the distance. The robotic voice answered a yes, that felt odd for everyone, but Taeyong started speaking the truth “She is more powerful than us and she’s leggit. Also she’s hiding behind that wall” The boy speaked calmly.

Jaehyun turned into one of the security guards body, breaking the glass that was covering the misterious girl with a stong punch. Her soft and calmed expression got us all. She got out of the cage she was in gently, supporting herself on one of the guard’s hand.

“You didn’t have to break that” She says calmly, repairing the broken mirror like nothing. The pieces slowy got back to place, like nothing had happened, at all. “I trust your ability of keeping secrets from now on, Lee Taeyong” her voice said calmly to the boy who simply nodded.

And like that she left the room, leaving us behind with all sorts of doubts. But I guess that’s how 972 worked, always wanting to keep the misterious atmosphere.

------------------------------------------------------

This is like a character introductions sorta so be patient for more parts pleaseee

Masterlist --requests open-- How to request? Check out your score.

14 notes · View notes

moonstarsunflowerb-sides · 3 years

Text

❝Art of the Hour❞ NCT DREAM 5th Debut Anniversary Special

song : Trigger the Fever

artist : NCT DREAM

- the video is mine - the song is not - the edit is mine - everything else is not - i simply just own the video of them singing and dancing to Trigger the Fever on The DREAM SHOW concert in Manila as well as the video of me flipping through my purchased album - the concept is from a different fan who attended NCT 127's concert and did it with Back 2 U (AM 01:27)

credits to the rightful owners

in celebration of NCT DREAM's 5th Debut Anniversary, i'd like to share a little story about my experience of their concert, The DREAM SHOW, which i attended back in feb of 2020.

okay correction, it's not about the concert per se bc all i can say about that is "it was like a dream." and a very good one. everything was utterly amazing, from the beginning until the end. that feeling of seeing all 6 members on stage can never compare to when i'm just watching them on yt. it was just a Beautiful Time.

anyway, what i'm about to share is kinda like a backstory, and this is how it goes note that i'm posting on the b-side so this isn't fanfiction haha:

back in 2019, around march, there was this event called the 2019 K-Pop Friendship Concert in Manila (yes i'm Filipino) and what u need to know about this concert is that it's FREE and NCT DREAM was on the line-up. another thing to know is that my school was like just 10 minutes from the venue which is the MOA Arena.

i was in school, working on my thesis that day and of course like the very practical student that i was i ditched and went to the concert in hopes of seeing NCT DREAM for FREE.

books before boys, folks.

okay i was in college back then and it's very common for college students to do whatever they want since it's their choices, professors aren't that much strict compared to high school and elementary or at least in my country. and a FREE concert with NCT DREAM on it? it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

moving on, i was able to go there and wait in line, and this is where you're supposed to think that i got in, saw NCT DREAM, and had the greatest time ever.

well, like i said, this isn't fanfiction.

sadly, it was only for a limited number of audience and i got there too late (lunch time), so i wasn't able to get in. i did wait until DREAM's performance, and that was around 8pm, i think? yes i waited hours for a group that i didn't even get to see

i got to hear them perform though. i was outside the arena and the sound system was audible from there. i remember hearing Chewing Gum and Boom, i think. i can't remember if they performed 3 or 5 songs.

anyway, as a fan, i was quite sad at the happenings. the way my friend happily covered for me in class just so i could attend a free concert but it turns out nothing is free in this world i wasn't able to get in.

fast forward to 2020, a month from feb, it was announced that NCT DREAM would be having The DREAM SHOW concert in my country and boy was i thrilled!

of course after what happened the year prior, i saved up money for buying albums for the very case that is them having a full concert.

and voilà, ya gurl got the concert ticket for NCT DREAM's The DREAM SHOW.

what i really love and won't forget about this experience is that on the free concert, the Full Sun himself, which is one of my bias wreckers wasn't there at the time so it was only the 5 members. but then a year after, i got the ticket to a full concert, and i saw Haechan, Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle, and Jisung performing more than 3 or 5 of their songs, and i thought, well what a way to make up for that experience last year.

it's a little sad that i didn't get to see Mark since he's also one of my bias wreckers but i'm hopeful to experience another live concert in the future, and with the 7 of them.

anyway, i got carried away a little and turned this into a sort of flash fiction, but this isn't one tho. so with that said,

Happy Anniversary to the boys of NCT DREAM! 💚

p.s., my name was shown at the end of the vid but please don't look me up on my social media haha

2 notes · View notes

junicai · 4 years

Text

Aria + Her Personalities with NCT Units

Aria + 127 = ‘Maknae on Top’ Aria

aria runs this unit

not literally, but definitely figuratively

the boys will do literally anything for her if she was to ask them

lowkey its cute

it’s not like she abuses this power though

... not often

but it’s entertaining to see it happen once in a while

for the most part, aria is pretty well put together

this is in part, due to the fact that 127 was the first unit aria debuted with

and was therefore given a certain set of parameters to act within

but also partly due to the fact that aria just doesn’t like needing help

the boys try to respect that as much as possible

while also maintaining some level of supervision over her because aria’s also the type of person to never ask for help, even when she does need it

it’s rare to see them coddle her though

especially on camera

yes they look out for her and take care of her to the best of their ability

but they leave her to her own devices the majority of the time and just observe from a distance

aria likes being independent she don’t need no man

however occasionally

on rare occasions

cannot stress the rare enough really

you’ll get to see the softer side of aria with 127

this aris is the one that goes looking for someone’s attention and affection

not that she needs to work hard to get it, there are eight (8) men here fully capable and willing to offer exactly that

normally this really only happens when she’s sleepy and/or sick

for example

in the BKLYN BOYS vlogs when they were all getting ready to go to sleep

aria just

popped herself in between mark and yuta on the bed

and snuggled into the warm covers on the bed knowing full well that yuta would cuddle her immediately after she stopped moving

and then went to sleep

she slept through that entire segment actually

just smooshed in between the two boys and curled into a little ball around yuta’s arm that she’d hugged to her chest and refused to let go of

jungwoo kept shushing the others when they got too loud

now a sick aria

is the poutiest baby you will ever find

she’s miserable and she wants someone to hold her

that is all

this is the sole occasion that she will not vehemently protest taeyong or doyoung’s coddling

and johnny usually pops in every few hours or so to make sure she’s feeling alright

jaehyun stays away from her room for the most part

but he’s the person to secretly sneak in strawberry milk to her under the guise of a new blanket

tldr: aria is an independent woman who occasionally needs love and reassurance and affection from her older brothers.

Aria + Dream = ‘132 Hertz’ Aria

aria is here to heal your heart

happy and positive vibes only, you are not permitted to be sad around her

aria in dream is the equivalent to one of those uber-happy antidepressant

but this is one that actually works

*poof* no more sad ~

as opposed to the cooler and more capable image she projects when she’s with 127

aria with dream is much softer around the edges

it’s not just the concepts that give that impression, although the stark contrast between the futuristic plastic skirts and the baby pink sweaters really makes for a bit of whiplash

the vibe is totally different with dream because they’re all so close in age

it’s less of a older brother/younger sister relationship

and more of a rag-tag group of best friends who just happen to make music together

aria doesn’t have to focus as much on trying to maintain a certain image for the media

because the other boys helped her shape a more fluid one

when aria’s with dream, you can tell that she’s comfortable, and that the boys are as close with her as they are with each other

dream is her home, it’s an indisputable fact

aria gives off intense girl next door vibes with them

very smiley, very happy

she doesn’t get doted on when she’s with dream - she gets the same treatment as the rest of them, and that involves relentless and unforgiving teasing over events that happened years ago

there’s a very set role that comes with being the maknae

and being a girl on top of that only put more restrictions on what she could and couldn’t do

with dream those restrictions were lessoned a great deal

the fact that she’s not the ‘baby’ of the group meant that she was given the space to really grow as a person and show off different sides of her character

she got to show that she was a reliable person as well as a cute one

someone who was dependable, and someone that the members came to when they needed emotional support

aria really likes taking care of other people, and she’s given the chance to with dream

one can see it in the way that she watched chenle out of the corner of her eye after she had slid on a slippery part of the stage - and stuck out a hand to make sure that he didn’t make the same mistake

the way that she was the first to notice that renjun had slipped away from the microphone with damp eyes when dream had won their first award

she’s no parent to the boys

and they’re no parent to her

but the dreamies look out for their own.

growing up together through teenage years is hard, and arguments are unavoidable

but aria’s not the type of person to back down from a fight

normally she tries to be the mediator

but if she gets dragged in, then all bets are off

renjun picked a fight with her once

it was over the smallest thing in the world, completely insignificant

but the entire group was running on less than sufficient sleep

renjun snapped, and turned his anger on aria

who in turn, started yelling back

it wasn’t malicious (anyone could tell that)

it was just two teenagers who were overworked and overtired and frustrated at the same thing that they couldn’t yell at

so they were yelling at each other instead

aria slept in the 127 dorms that night

but come morning, they had both apologized

if there is anything that aria hates more than fighting, it’s holding a grudge

tldr: aria’s someone with layers, someone who is funny and bubbly but is strong and sometimes stubborn, but ultimately wants to be there for her boys the way they are for her.

Aria + WayV = ‘The Neighbour’s Kid’ Aria

aria’s been adopted into wayv

that’s not up for debate

you can ask kun for the papers

but her personality so to speak really depends on who it is from the group that she’s interacting with

because she’s not a part of this sub-unit

it means that the only people she has real interactions with are those that are also in her own sub-units

namely ten and lucas, but previously sicheng as well

with lucas and sicheng, aria’s a lot rougher around the edges

the boys are like older brothers to her, so she’s used to a little rough-housing when it comes to them

affectionate verbal abuse?

lets go with that

whereas with ten

she’s coddled within an inch of her life

ten is the Only member who is allowed treat her like a baby

and the only reason is because he was so insistent, that aria just eventually gave up protesting it

when aria’s with yangyang

she finds that she tends to act more her own age

with her position in the group and subsequently the industry as a whole

its easy to forget that she is still a newly turned 20 year old

someone who’s meant to still be acting like a teenager sometimes

who’s still meant to be finding her alcohol tolerance in crappy bars

who does stupid things but makes the best memories out of them

with yangyang, aria does a lot of those stupid things

and get in trouble for it afterwards

impulse control gone out the window

she lets herself be a little more free and lets the reigns go lax for a while

sometimes its nice just to sit back and experience life for a bit

when it comes to kunhang and dejun

they would be the members that she’s least close with

so although they’re not strangers, things are still kept a little bit more on the professional side

as most of their interactions happen while they’re ‘on duty’ so to speak

the boys as a unit really go out of their way to make sure that she’s comfortable

especially kun

he doesn’t baby her like ten does she’d never appreciate it

but he does care for her a great deal

aria’s very honest around kun

she doesn’t like beating around the bush anyway

but with kun it’s like she can’t lie

even if she wanted to

tldr: aria’s like the neighbour’s kid. she’s in their house a lot and they’re not really sure why? but they’re happy she’s there and sad when she has to leave again.

Aria + SuperM = ‘Favourite Child’ Aria

maknae aria taking her final form

she’s evolving

it’s 127 aria but on steriods

because taemin called her cute in their first practice

and she ran with it

in awe at the fact that these men haven’t died yet

she’s so? cuddly? and just unlike any aria that nctzens are used to?

jungwoo taught her how to do aegyo

and aria levelled up from a level 2 to a level 93 in a week

now with superm

aria gets babied and she gets babied hardcore

its pretty unavoidable when your oldest member has eight years on her

and calls her 183cm tall best friend ‘adorable’

so its no wonder she’s the baby of the team

she likes it though

more than she thought she would

jongin has absolutely zero qualms with picking aria up at random points in time

and just giving her a piggyback

aria spent 50% of mtopia walking, and the other 50% being carried by jongin

its like how a kid would fawn over a puppy

no matter what she does its, ‘아 귀여~’

seriously save her

at first the change in dynamic unsettled her quite a bit

she wasn’t used to literally having zero responsibility in a group

but suddenly when it came to superm

aria was having things taken care of for her - not because they thought she wasn’t capable of doing them herselves

but because they were taking care of her

aria had to grow into that mold so to speak

it wasn’t something that was forced - the dynamic did develop naturally over time

aria was stubborn in the fact that she wanted to prove that she deserved her spot on this team just like everyone else

she didn’t need to prove it to anyone besides herself, as baekhyun later explained to her

but slowly, aria became more comfortable with looking to the older members for help instead of struggling on her own

the first time aria really understood that the guys were really just looking out for her, was in their first few months of practice together

they were eating in one of the practice rooms together, sitting on the floor

when taemin leaned over to take the egg from on top of his rice to put on top of aria’s instead

aria had looked up, surprised, and taemin had shrugged

“you haven’t eaten yet today, right?” he offered by way of explanation

it was true, aria hadn’t eaten that day, but she hadn’t expected taemin to notice

she hadn’t expected anyone to notice actually, given that it was a dream schedule that she was coming from, and mark had graduated the year previous

aria had blinked twice, before smiling awkwardly, nodding a small thanks

tldr: aria is precious and deserves to be treated as such.

167 notes · View notes