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tattoos and tea ☾
pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader
you work at a flower shop and a tattoo artist from across the street comes in to practice drawing flowers for his next tattoo
word count: 1.9k+
genre: fluff,fluff,fluff tattoo shop au, flower shop au
It started as something simple. A customer emailed, asking for an elaborate tattoo. The whole shop was in shambles because the request was something they weren't quite used to. They tattooed blood, curse words, and even dicks. They were surprised when they were asked for a tattoo of flowers. Everyone was ready to refuse the customer, but Yuta was always one for a challenge.
"Yah! Don't worry! I'll take this!". He was confident, his skills as an artist never let him down. All his customers and co-workers said his work was fantastic and he was ready for this one to say the same.
Unfortunately, this task wasn't an easy feat. He scoured the internet for a usable reference, but for some reason, none of them resonated with what he wanted. That's when he approached you. You owned the flower shop and cafe just in front of theirs. He didn't know you personally but you did give them a bouquet as a present for their grand opening.
He fixed his hair again before he pushed the doors to your shop. A bell chimed and your head rose out from the corner. "Welcome! Are you here for the flowers or some tea?". You beam at him and he stops momentarily. He wasn't used to smiles and sweet greetings.
"Uhm, hey. I'm from, uh-". You move closer and notice his fidgeting. "I remember you! You're from up front, aren't you? Go take a seat, I'll get you something". He nods and waits until you retreat to the back before letting out a breath.
He knew you were a kind person. He sometimes sees you handing out roses to the old couples or small daisies to the kids who walked by after class. He just didn't expect you to be out-going as well. Yuta set his sketchbook and utensils on a table before slipping into the lush seats.
His eyes wandered over the shop. It looked like his grandmother's house, but more sweet-smelling and flowery. Flowers lined on one side of the shop and the other was filled with jars of dried tea. His gaze lingered on the flowers. Watching how the light hit them, the curve of their petals, and the assortment of colors.
"I guess you're here for the flowers then?". He falls out of his daze, not even realizing that he had started sketching one flower he couldn't name. "I didn't get your name earlier?". He coughed and set his pen down "It's Yuta". You smile and place a small cup on his table. "It's chamomile tea. I figured it would help your nerves. I'm (y/n) by the way". He gazes at the drink and takes a sip, "Even the cups are pretty, huh?". You tilt your head and giggle. "Thank you, Yuta".
He takes another sip before speaking. "I'm actually here for a favor. Would it bother you if dropped by from time to time? My customer asked for a tattoo of flowers and we don't really deal with stuff like that and-". "Sure! You can come to hang out". "What?".
Your eyes glance at his drawing. "Sure! I'm fine with it. Just as long as you taste test some of my new tea!". Your smile blinds him and at that moment, he thought you were a literal angel. "Deal". He extends his hand and you reach to shake it. Before he could even continue, his phone buzzed. "Looks like I need to go, thank you so much (y/n)". He gathers his things before heading to the door. "Your tea was delicious by the way!". You wave and watch him cross the street to his shop.
The next day, he's back. This time he isn't stuttering. He's ready and you are too. "Here, it's white tea". You press the tray to your chest and he takes a sip. "I'm not sure about adding it to our menu since it looks too bland".
Yuta sighs at the warmth. "It's filling, it would be nice to drink with something though". You take a seat in front of him and lean closer. "Like cake or cookies?". He purses his lips and thinks for a moment. "I think a cake would be better". You hum and mentally note his comment.
"Anyways, what's this called?". He picks up a bundle of violet flowers. You prepared a handful of flowers for him to examine while you had prepared his tea. Remembering how his eyes sparkled when you said they were for him. "Those are Sweet Peas, take a sniff". He looks at you questioningly before taking a whiff. "Woah! Sweet indeed!". He quickly writes on his sketchbook before reaching for another flower.
It was a fun activity for both of you. Asking each other questions on end. For you, it helped you add more things to serve and to share your knowledge. For Yuta, it helped him broaden his artistic skills and hopefully help your pretty shop.
"I'm so nervous. They're coming in tomorrow y'know". It had been a week or so since you started your everyday fun. He was comfortable with the ins and outs of your shop now. Sometimes even helping you take orders or serve. A few of the ladies now come to your shop just to watch Yuta.
"I know, you told me yesterday". You struggle to reach for a mug on the shelf and he moves behind you. "Need this?". He holds the said mug out and you flush. Even you couldn't help but follow him when he attended to your customers. He looked fitting next to the flowers, his smile refreshing and pleasant. He was really a beautiful man. No one would believe you if you said he worked as a tattoo artist, his looks would make you think he was a model or celebrity.
You thank him and continue to make another cup of tea. Yuta just watches. The last time he tried to help you, he burnt the tea. He chuckles as he recalls your panicked expression when he called for help. Your pouting face engraved in his head. To him, your daily hangouts were precious. He'd never met anyone like you. You and your love for flowers and fragrant teas.
"So, what are you planning to give them?". You hand him the now tea-filled mug to serve. His face scrunches and he sheepishly laughs. "I'm not sure. I guess I'll just do it on the spot". You gasp and almost spill hot water on yourself. "What do you mean 'I'll just do it on the spot'?!". He smiles at one of your customers before looking at you. "I mean, I'll just know when I see them". Your hands find your temples and you rub them in frustration and panic.
He laughs at your irritation. "Aw, c'mon (y/n). I'm not a bad artist at all! Don't worry! I'll even show you a photo of the finished product!". He ruffles your hair as you sigh. "How? You don't need to come here anymore after tomorrow". You mumble. His hand rests on your head. He realized that too. He doesn't have a reason to come over. After tomorrow, he didn't need to have flower lessons anymore.
He huffed. "What do you mean? Aren't we friends now (y/n)? I'll come over and hang out again. I promise!". A smile graces both your lips and you shuffle back to work. Yuta was determined not to let you go that easily. After tomorrow, he'll ask you out for sure. The bell chimes and he smiles, "Welcome!".
Finally, the day arrived. Yuta sat in his booth, glancing at his wall. It was filled with the sketches he made at your shop. Each flower was to his liking. You taught him so much, that he could probably be able to open a shop for himself. He scans over them again before checking his watch. "They should be here by now?". At that his buzzer rings and he jogs to the receiving area.
He wondered what his client looked like. He expected maybe a young teen wanting something simple for their first time or a middle-aged man wanting something to talk about to women. What he didn't expect was your smiling face as your were talking to Taeil. You were wearing a yellow summer dress and your hair was up, revealing the nape of your neck. You looked so perfect to Yuta. But it didn't explain why you were there.
"(y/n). What are you doing here? The tattoo isn't even done yet?". You scratch your head and glance at the man on the counter. "Oh? You know her? That's perfect then. She's the flower, Yuta". Yuta's eyes widen at the code name. You were his client? You, Miss "I-won't-even-hurt-an-ant", were getting a tattoo? "Oh, uh. Sure, follow me". You smile at Taeil before following Yuta to a more secluded room.
"Are you mad? I was going to tell you, but I didn't really know how to tell you". You walk next to him and peek at his face. He sighs. "I'm not mad. Just surprised, I guess. I never thought you would ask for it. It's my fault for not checking the name anyways". You enter his booth and gasp. Staring at the sketched on the wall while Yuta prepared a few more things.
"So you saw me, and you met me, and you even worked with me. What are you going to do?". He gazes at you and the wall, contemplating. Just imagining you inked with his work made his heart swell. He wanted to mark you with all the flowers he'd seen, but he knows just what do to.
"You'll see. Sit here". He tapped the leather chair and you obliged. "Will it hurt?". He laughed and you whined. He moved around before settling himself on your wrist. "You ready?". He starts the initial sketch, eyes focused on your skin. His needle hits something and you wince. He lifts his hand momentarily. "So, why'd you decide to get a tattoo?". He starts a conversation, hoping to take your mind off what he was doing to you.
"I have a friend, you might know him actually. He's Thai and he got a tattoo here once. He showed his tattoo to me and I thought it looked pretty". His lips curl into a smirk. "Thai? You're friends with Ten? Didn't expect that. I do all his tatts’". You snicker. "Oooh, that's cool. I really liked the thing on his chest by the way".
The pain suddenly stops and you turn to him. "How'd you even-? Are you dating him?". His eyes show anxiety and you realize what you said. "What? No! Ten just likes wearing flashy clothes. I just happened to see it". He sighs and continues to work on your wrist. "Wait, is this why you were panicking yesterday?". You groan and this time he laughs.
You continue chatting. You were amused at how Yuta had a steady hand, even as he laughed at your first meeting, but in your view. "I only gave you the pretty flowers to give you inspiration, I swear!". He chuckles and finally lifts his instrument. He gives your skin a few wipes before asking you if you wanted to take a look before he added the ointment.
"Woah! It's pretty". On your wrist was a red chrysanthemum in its prime. It looked like it belonged in your hand, the red petals complimenting your skin. You trace the lines in amusement. It actually looked like it was glowing.
Yuta watched you stare at your wrist. He felt like he was in heaven. You looked so pretty right there and then. "But doesn't this mean?". You feel Yuta's gaze on you and flush. "Yeah, you taught me yourself. So, uh, do you maybe want to get dinner after this?". He held your hand and you trembled a bit.
"Sure I would love to".
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another yuta one 😔😔 and a flower shop and tattoo shop au!
btw red chrysanthemums mean love or i love you 🤭
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NYT Fic Recs
main acc: @yunojeyes
Masterlist for fic recs: here
- Rum, Eggnog And An Accidental Confession @neonun-au
| genre: friends to lovers, fake dating au |
- Sakura @yutahoes
| genre: series, fluff, childhood best friends, soccer player Yuta x single mom reader |
- Surprise! @jungcherie
| genre: parenthood au, angst, fluff |
Yuta is a true businessman who has no plans to marry or start a family, however all this changes when someone leaves him a curious gift in his office and turns his whole life around.
- People Like Us. @choerrypuffs
| genre: fluff, angst |
You know you can’t get involved with nakamoto yuta, but you were never really good at following the rules anyway.
- Fuyu Ga Owaru Mae Ni (Before The Winter Ends) @yutahoes
| genre: fluff, a little angst, LDR, soccer player Yuta au |
“Kami-sama, please let us meet before the winter ends”
- Love Me Now @kpophours
| genre: one shot, tattoo artist au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff |
Johnny has many many friends, this includes a certain hot Japanese man.
- Fuchsia - Colored Sunglasses (M) @whereisten
| genre: soulmate au, fluff, comedy, a little smut, little angst |
Yuta is at the top of his game with his record-breaking band that’s about to tour and his perfect celebrity girlfriend. But he can’t shake the feeling that something is missing. When he meets you, however, he finally feels..at home.
In a reality where soulmates so rarely find each other, is it possible that the two of you will see the signs?
- Risk It All @moonctzeny
| genre: best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst, mutual pining |
"When Yuta walks into your car shop in his old Nissan Skyline asking for a mechanic to tune it for his next drag race, you almost turn him down immediately. You could have never imagined how much closer you'd grow through this process, building a friendship - and maybe something more - while building his ride. Tonight, Yuta has found himself in a race that will have him put it all on the line. For his grandfather's name. For his reputation. For you"
- Delphinium @taelme
| genre: demigod au, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers | *mentions of suicide, loss of a loved one, mild panic attack symptoms, dealing with grief*
“She’s like a totally different person, I don’t get why she even bothered showing up. She looks like she doesn’t even wanna be here. And I didn’t pack any cold weather clothes.” “Kind of ruins everyone’s buzz, to be honest.” Yuta overheard one of the campers scoff as they walked past him
But it couldn’t have been you, could it?
- Catching Feelings @markresonates
| genre: angst, suggestive, fluff |
Groundbreaking advancements in artificial intelligence are made all the time, but you’ve never considered something like Yuta could develop a mind of his own. If that’s true, is it possible for him to feel affection too?
- Devlish Deals @aesthyuckic
| genre: angst, romance |
Venus had always had a sixth sense. She knew it was a terrible idea to go play with a ouija board in an abandoned building at night. Her friends were persistent though.
- Tattoos And Tea @bellalikeskitties
| genre: fluff, tattoo shop au, flower shop au |
You work at a flower shop and a tattoo artist from across the street comes in to practice drawing flowers for his next tattoo.
- Red Flag @aehyei
| genre: angst, fluff, mini crack, slight enemies-to-lovers, college au |
There are exactly three reasons why you shouldn’t fall for a man named Nakamoto Yuta: (1) he had a reputation of being a cheater. (2) he’s your sister’s ex. (3) he always carries a red flag.
- Cupid @yutahoes
| genre: fluff, single dad au |
-Under The Blue Flames @yutafrita
| genre: Fantasy au, Supernatural nct, sometimes college au, sometimes magical school au, angst, fluff |
"There is no blue without yellow and without orange." - Vincent Van Gogh
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lapdog ☾
pairing: mark lee x reader
you, the prime minister, are loved by your country for being a successful and admirable politician. the president does not agree, sending hitmen after hitmen to kill you. so your team decides to give you a bodyguard. a very not normal one too.
word count: 2.2k+
genre: politics au, bodyguard au
a/n: this’ll be a little long ^^ i had fun writing this. i based it off of those superm photos of mark
You entered the room with a bang. Two pairs of eyes going to you. “I do not need a bodyguard. This is ridiculous!”. Jungwoo sighs. “Madam (y/n). As much as we don’t want to go overboard with our hiring. You need a bodyguard”. Haechan, the youngest of your team, watches the exchange and swears he could see sparks flying. “Too many assassinations attempts have occurred in the last month. Besides, if the wind blew too hard you’d tumble to the floor in an instant”. You let out a soft groan before setting yourself in one of the cushion seats.
You were the youngest prime minister of your semi-presidential system country and as far as everyone knew; the president wasn’t a fan of that at all. You and the president aren’t on good terms. He thought choosing you would organize the parliament to side with him, but he was wrong. A young, radical, and female leader; all the things the president did not want.
The president had tried to drive the parliament to remove you and even spread fake rumors about you. But the public absolutely adored you. Ever since you gained the title, the country was moving towards a better future. So he used a more unconventional method.
“President Jung must really hate me to have 15 hitmen target me”. You settle back and Haechan places an ice pack over your eyes. You thank him silently while you push your heels off your feet. He always knew just what to make you calm down, but you would not withdraw. “Mr. Kim, I do not need a bodyguard”. He sighs, sitting in front of you. “Just trust me, Madam (y/n). The demand for one is stronger than ever. The people need you and your ability. We can’t have you die a year after you were elected”. Haechan agreed. You lift the ice pack off your eyes and peek at them. Jungwoo’s eyes looked like they were on fire, while Haechan looked like he would faint.
After a small staring contest, you lean back. “Fine”. They both sigh and high five. “But does it really need to be him?”. You point at the boy in the room’s corner. He was beyond quiet while he followed you. He doesn’t even make a single sound as he walked and wouldn’t let you leave his sight.
Both boys hold their chests in shock. “Since when was he here?”. Haechan whispered to you and pinch your nose. “Since I came in. He’s been treating me like a child the whole day! Opening doors, holding my things, and pushing buttons for me”. You glare at them and they look at each other in confusion. ”Isn’t that better?”. You stand up and your bodyguard moves to your side. Kneeling, he grabs one of your heels with one hand and your foot in the other.
You look to Haechan knowingly and he couldn’t help but nod. “I don’t even know your name and yet you’ve touched my feet like it was nothing”. Finally, he looks up to meet your eyes. “It’s Mark, Madam prime minister. Mark Lee”. He stands up and you notice how tall he was compared to you. He bows a bit and you felt your eye twitch. “Oh, so you can talk”.
Staring at the two men behind him, you cross your arms. “This, this is what I’m talking about. Rather than a bodyguard, he feels more like a babysitter”. You move to the door and pass the ice pack to Haechan. “The charity Gala is tonight, right? If the president, presumably, tries to kill me again, and Mark-” you point at him, “-you do your actual job. Then I won’t bother you about him anymore”.
With a huff, you exit with Mark following you closely. You peer behind you to watch him. Mark wasn’t that tall actually. It was you who lacked in that department, but his build and posture made him feel like a giant. He let off a dominant aura and you, yourself felt threatened when he knocked on your door that morning to escort you to the office. You wonder just where Haechan and Jungwoo picked the fellow off. In a sudden motion, he pulls your body to him. “I’m sorry, Madam prime minister!". A girl bows at you and you wave your hand.
“No, it’s all right. I wasn’t watching where I was going”. She nods again before rushing away. You look down to Mark’s arms wrapped secured around your waist. “Relax, I won’t die from running into an intern”. He looks at you worriedly but still draws back his arm. You stare at him with interest. “So you can make that kind of expression too? That’s interesting”.
This time, you focus and view ahead of you as you walk. That was the first time he displayed some kind of face and it intrigued you. “Where are you from? And how old are you? Was it Haechan or Jungwoo who hired you?”. You reach for the elevator button but stop mid-way. Instead, you let Mark do it. “I apologize, Madam prime minister. I cannot share my personal information, but if it were to ease you. I am not from Korea and I am older than you are, Madam”. You hum and enter the lift. “Regarding my position, I was not hired. Rather, one of your acquaintances granted me the job”.
A loud laugh escapes your mouth. “Acquaintance?”. You turn to him with a dark and cold face. “Mark, did the president hire you to kill me?”. Silence, Mark keeps a straight face. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, all that you saw in his eyes was your own reflection.
The elevator dings and the doors open. Mark’s gaze tears away from you. Flashes of light cover your figure and you can hear the press yelling. “I cannot tell you who gave me this job”. He strips off his blazer and gives it a few shakes before covering you with it. “But I can assure you that it was not President Jung”. Your eyes widen in surprise as he puts his arms around you and leads you out. The sound of cameras blur out and you stare at Mark. His free arm was in front of both of you, pushing the reporters aside so you could leave the building.
You were sure that this bodyguard scheme was one of Jung’s tactics, but you wanted to believe him when he said that. You felt as if you could trust that your life would be safe if he were there to protect it. “Madam prime minister! Have you finally hired a bodyguard because of President Jung’s threats?”. Mark opens the car door and you notice his grip tighten on you. You tap his hand and he looks at you. He looked genuinely mad, so you couldn’t help but provide him with a patient smile.
You slip the blazer off from your head, and you flash them your killer smile. “Yes. I have finally hired a bodyguard, but he most definitely doesn’t look like one at all, more like the main character in a drama!”. You chuckle and they laugh too. “I’ve been holding this matter off since I’ve been too busy with international affairs. Only now have I belatedly remembered to have a guard with me. He has no connection to President Jung at all”.
You pat Mark’s arm, his eyes trained on you and the crowd. “It’s sad that soon that public shall be awfully busy staring at my new guard rather than me!”. The press erupts with laughter once more. “The wonderful news is that we will now host the charity gala with full support from the American Government, gaining a new relationship with the United States. This is something no one in our government has done until today. With this monumental announcement, I assure you all that the future of our country is in skilled hands”. They all murmur, cheers, and claps fill the area. While you do the most political thing, smile, and wave.
Cameras move towards you as you step into the vehicle. Mark closes your door and jogs to the driver’s seat. He buckles up and you finally leave. Stepping out of your heels again, you groan and rub your temples. “The media is always faster than light, aren’t they?”. He glances at you from the mirror. “Yes, Madam prime minister. You did very well”. You stroke the back of your neck and check your watch. “Thank you, Mark. Oh, and drop the ‘Madam prime minister’. (y/n) is all right, considering that we would spend most of our day together". He nods and continues to drive. “Yes, Miss (y/n)”. You close your eyes, silently practicing your speech for that night.
What you had announced to the public was your secret tool. Jungwoo advised you to present it tonight, so the gala would have more impact on you and maybe embarrass the president who did nothing all this time. Now that you had just revealed it, annoyed you. You had to do something or the talk of tonight would be of how panicked you were. That’s what you hated. You were strong. You handled all your assassination attempts until now with ease. The country needed to know that their leaders were independent and reliable, not weak, and scared.
You watch your reflection in the mirror. The matching diamond earrings and necklace made you look pretentious. The money they spent to buy them could’ve been used for better, more important things. Although you liked the silver dress, it was charming. “Mark are you ready? Let’s leave in 5". You exit the room and check your phone for messages. Not hearing his immediate answer, you look up. “Mark, are you all right?“.
His face was flushed, eyes darting from you to the floor. He changed from his plain button-up and brown blazer to a black suit, hair slicked back and shoulders broad. He looked quite handsome to you, so you couldn’t understand why he was a blushing mess. “Mark, are you not feeling well? Is the suit not to your liking?”. You press down on his collar, smoothing it out.
His entire body flinches and you raise your hand. “No. I mean, not at all, Miss (y/n). The suit is fine”. Straightening his back, he steps away so you could walk in front. “Good, I asked Haechan to give you a nice one. It looks dashing on you, Mark". You walk through the carpeted hallways. If you kept your ears open, you could hear the faint music that came from further inside. Again, you notice the quiet footsteps of a certain man.
“Mark, where did you learn to do that?“. You beckon him with your hand and he comes close. As soon as he stood by your side, you slipped your arm in his. “Pardon me, Miss (y/n). What are you talking about?”. He shifts next to you and you keep your hand firm. “Walking so silently. Even a cat can’t walk like that. Are you from special forces or something?“. He clears his throat. “I cannot disclose any private informa-”. You snap your head at him. “Fine. Okay, I won’t bite. It seems I won’t ever be able to know anything about you". You huff and detangle your arm from his.
You brace yourself. Breathing for a few moments while Mark watched you. You were, to Mark, an enigma. Your love for your citizens and your outstanding patriotism made you the perfect leader. The perfect smile, the perfect tactics, the perfect team; everything a politician could want, you had. You were kind to your people. So kind, that you poured your very being into them, but had no respect for yourself. In just the few hours that Mark had met you, he knew instantly. You overworked yourself to the core and cared for everything except you. You were selfless. You didn’t shudder at the mention of your own murder or assassination. Nor did you tremble from the weight of a thousand people. You were, truthfully, the ideal leader.
“Mark, you need not stay by my side tonight". The words flew past Mark. His eyes focused on you, he had to. He noticed how frail you looked at that moment. Your hands were shaking, but your voice was clear. “I apologize, Miss (y/n). I’m afraid I cannot follow your orders. I will be at your side the entire evening". You laugh. “Of course. I’ll just let you follow me around then. Well then?“. You point to the front of you and he nods. As he pushes through the doors, you finally hear the music and the chatter clearly.Although it stops as you step into the room, you grin.
“Welcome everyone to the annual charity gala!”. You scan through the crowd until your eyes meet another’s. “I thank everyone who came to celebrate this event. Especially you, president Jung". He bows to you and you respond. “Jaehyun, thank you for taking the time to be here".
You see his eye twitch at the mention of his name. “Not at all, (y/n). It’s lovely to see you today". You suppress your laughter. “I won’t be taking your time any longer. Let’s enjoy tonight!“. Applause fills the room and you turn back to Mark.
“Mark le-”, you giggle and something inside you clicks, “No. Shall we?
My dearest lapdog?”.
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hewwo. how was it? i sorta want to make a part 2.
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just like me ☾
pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader
you sell your soul to a demon in exchange for a cure to your sister’s illness. god decides to save you and the thing is you injected yourself too and now you’re immortal?
word count: 1.6k+
genre: demon au, immortal au, doctor au God’s here too, come on down to jesus town
warning/s: blood! injuries, being cut, also being attacked
Your breath was shaky. It was almost midnight, the light of the moon shone through your windows. Your body trembled and you were tired. But most of all you were scared. Scared that death would soon steal your sister's life. So here you were, summoning the devil.
The flames of the candles flickered and you grabbed the knife next to you. "Please let this work!". You wince as you drag the knife across your hand, letting the blood fall to the inscriptions on the floor. Muttering a few words, you wait patiently. The books said to be humble and to wait for their presence to take over the room. "My, my. What's a pretty rabbit like you doing? Summoning a high order demon like me?". A deep voice resonated within the room and you shut your eyes.
"M-my lord. Thank you for gracing me with your presence". The first part of your sentence came out in a tremble. You bow your head down as you feel the presence come closer. "Hm, I never thought one of the old man's followers could even have the courage to call for a dark being". You could feel its eyes examine you. His fingers lift your head and you silently pray. "Oh, now you ask for your God?".
You open your eyes in surprise, meeting his glowing red ones. He looked human but he felt demonic. Just meeting his eyes made your knees shake. You swallow thickly and he laughs unrestrainedly, his head tilting back. "That's the first time a human has ever met my eyes! You're interesting! So, how was it?".
His rough hands press into your skin. "How does it feel meeting an upper seat demon?". You bite the inside of your cheek. "V-Very interesting, my lord. I didn't expect you to look so, human". You land your gaze to his soft features.
If he was human, he would be a very popular one. His laughter rings in your ears again. "How very interesting! I bet Doyoung would love you!". He lets go of your face and scans the room. "You aren't poor and your face isn't lacking, whatever do you need me for?". The sight of a demon in your house makes you nauseous, but at this point, you would ask for anyone powerful to help you.
"I need to help my sister". Your hands clamp over your chest and his eyes flinch. "Whatever does she need, that you," he points to a cross in the corner of the room, "a devout follower of the Holy Highness, ask a fallen one for help?". You ignore his mocking insult and the way he called your God. "She has an incurable illness, I did everything I could. I prayed to Him every day, but nothing happened. She needs help, now".
You were desperate at this point. Your only sister was slowly dying. You had a degree and everything but you still couldn't do anything to help her. Her case was too difficult and too severe. "I see, but you see, I am unable to give you a cure". That was it, your knees fell to the floor. "Is it just impossible for her to live a happy life?". You could feel your tears slip away. This was it, you felt the defeat of not being able to save the one person in your life.
"I didn't say that". Your brows furrow together in confusion. "I am unable to give a cure, but I can give you the power to be able to have it". His eyes glowed in the dark. "But the price is very high, are you able to give it up?". You gasped. "Yes! I'd give up anything!". He smiled and you finally see it. His teeth were sharp and his eyes widened. His nails grew long and pointed and you watched as horns pushed their way out of his head. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him.
He pointed his sharp finger to your chest. "Excellent. Then I'll be taking this". Immense pain fell on your body, you screamed and thrashed from his grip. He moved his finger away and let you go. You fell to the floor, exhausted and in pain. He tapped his foot to the ground. "The name's Yuta, by the way. You should remember it, after all, I do own your soul now". You could feel yourself slowly slipping away, hearing his laugh echo into you, "I'll be seeing you very soon then".
The next morning was a mess. You had a faint scar on your hand but the blood from last night was gone, as well as the inscriptions. Everything felt the same, but you felt different. A newfound power inside you. You rushed to the hospital to begin your work.
After a month, your treatment was almost complete. Spending sleepless nights in the hospital, trying different things. You were there, just a few more steps and you would reach your goal. Every day, your mind goes back to that fated night. "Yuta, huh?". You test the name on your lips and you grit your teeth.
You load the treatment in a few syringes and head to your sister's room. At this point, the doctors at the hospital couldn't help but call you crazy. They always said you were risking yourself to save an incurable patient. You shake your head and enter the room.
There she was, your loving sister. Tubes and machines strapped to her body just to keep her alive. Her face looked calm and undisturbed. Yet you knew she was in pain, the pain from the constant treatments that did nothing to save her. "Just a little longer, just wait a bit longer. And you won't have to suffer". You take a syringe and insert it into one of the tubes. Slowly you pump the liquid into her body. Her body reacts negatively. She jerks and you could see her heart rate increase. You grab her arms and hold her down. "Don't worry, this means it's working!".
Sure enough, her heart rate stabilizes. Her body stops moving and you watch her relax. You sigh and press your cheek to her hands, "That's it then, you can live with me now. We can do everything together again and then we-". You cough and you feel something leave your mouth.
"What?". You move away. Blood. Before you can even react properly, you suddenly feel the same pain rush over you. "Is this what you meant? You tricked me!". You bite your tongue to stop yourself from screaming and you drop to the floor. Hearing something clink in your pockets, you jump into action.
You shove your hand and grab one of the syringes. Through your blurry vision, you stab your arm and press into the skin. You lean into the wall and sigh. "It worked? Why does it work?".
Unknown to you, an old man in heavens laughed. "She must've used it by now". Another being person tilts their head in question. "My Holy Lord, who is this she you speak of?". He doesn't answer. "Do you know what happens when a human with traces of demonic blessings is given another blessing, but from the heavens? They are given the greatest and heaviest gift of all".
Back on earth, you spent your days with your now healthy sister. The doctors applauded you as a miracle doctor. They asked you to continue your work, but you refused, saying that the cure only worked on your sister due to certain circumstances.
The day your sister was cured, you were supposed to die. You were sure of that, but you weren't sure about why your skin now glowed and how your paper cut healed itself instantly.
"Ah, unnie! Did you even listen to a word I said?". You were brought back to reality. Your smile mirroring your sister's. "Sorry, what was it?". This was reality, you didn't need anything else. You had your sister by your side and everything fell into place.
"Hmph! It doesn't anymore. By the way, don't look behind you yet. This cute guy has been staring at you the whole time!". You laugh at her childlike behavior. "I swear! He's really cute!". She huffs and you pat her head, nodding at her words. You peek behind you and your blood runs cold. "Hey, go head home first okay? I'll catch up soon. I promise". You lock eyes with a pair of red ones. You can tell your sister's confusion but you smile at her.
You watch her leave the shop and feel a hand on your shoulder. "Was that your sister? She's cute". He takes the seat opposite yours. "Don't talk about her". You reply to him and he hums. "You should be dead you know". The air turns cold and his presence feels more threatening. "Why aren't you dead?". His gaze covers your whole body and you shiver. "I don't know, Yuta. Maybe your weird magic didn't work?".
He chuckles. "You're feisty now aren't you?". He points a finger at you and you watch him. "Let's see". He narrows his eyes at you and leans back in surprise. He groans. "The old man sticks his nose in everyone's business". He glares at you, "Die". Suddenly the air is knocked out of you and blood rushes to your head. Your body felt like it was on fire. He smiles, but it quickly fades when you get your breathing even. "What? You can't just order someone to die and expect them to just let themselves die! What did you even do to me?".
He clicks his tongue and murmurs, "Well, your soul is still under my jurisdiction. Means I have to stay with you 24/7 until you die, but that won't happen anytime soon. I guess I can kill a few centuries with you, but that confirms it". He sits up and crosses his legs. "Confirms what?", you stand up briskly.
"You're immortal, just like me".
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this took so long, oomf. i might post a part 2 soon bc its fun writing abt demon! yuta ^^
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fairy of shampoo ☾
pairing: lee donghyuck x reader
how a young man falls in love with a girl in a shampoo commercial
word count: 853
genre: angst angst angst, idol au, actress au
a/n: resonated with this one. and although it’s rather short, i hope you like it. based on fairy of shampoo by TOMORROW X TOGETHER and the 1987 poem with the same title by Jang Jung-il. listen to it while reading it if you want.
Haechan rushed to the television, hopping over the couch and grabbing the remote. He didn't tune into news, sports, or films often. No, he'd rather use his phone for that. It just didn't sit right with him to watch other women perform on air. He turned to the television, just for you. The only time he'd feel close to you like you were there with him, was through the screen.
Pushing through the square screen,
Gently approaching me,
Plating a silvery illusion.
She is my own little fairy.
Every eight-thirty, he would switch to a certain channel for you. It didn't matter if Jaemin was watching a drama or if Jisung was playing games. He wouldn't miss the 15-minute advertisement. The ad itself wasn't even interesting, nor was the product famous; making you stand out more.
Like the early morning fog
Coming closer to me
Her long hair, waving
She whispers with a soft smile.
You looked stunning in that white silk dress and sparkly earrings. So stunning, that it enchants him every time you let down your hair from the bun you show up in. Greeting him with your pleasing voice, you reach your arm out to him and he swears he could almost feel you there with him.
"How are you?" Hyuck can't help his heart from fluttering and he absent-mindedly replies with a "Great" even when he wasn't. Truth be told, that day he was extremely frustrated because his voice wouldn't cooperate with him. But for some reason, seeing you made his worries vanish.
"The wonderful fragrance. Something new, something great. Perhaps you will fall in love." And he very well did. The number of shampoo bottles with your smiling face plastered on it in his bathroom proved that.
I only thought you existed in a fairy tale
Pushing through the square screen, you gently
Came to me, a fairy called you
It feels like she’s talking to me.
He watched as you ran though fields of flowers, played in streams, and walked barefoot on the sand. It made him imagine a life with you. Running his hands in your hair when you sleep. Cupping your face as you dance under the twinkling moonlight. Leaning down to kiss your plush lips after a long day.
He thought love was bullshit, but you were entirely different. He believed you only existed in fairy tales, a fairy who called out to him. Flying straight into his heart, chattering away, then disappearing behind the dark screen.
As he turns the TV off, his heart breaks. He would never be able to be with you, to touch you. The ad provided him a brief comfort from the life he truly led, in front of the cameras.
Whenever I see her, I’m not lonely anymore.
My sad heart disappears and goes somewhere far away too.
She is my fairy of shampoo.
Now I will love you.
Just a peek of you makes his day. Just as the dandelion puffs travel to distant lands when the wind greets them, his sadness would leave him at your arrival. You, his fairy of shampoo, and he loves you. He closes his eyes and just like every day, he thinks of you. "It's fine, fifteen minutes are all I need."
And if he begins to feel the needles prick into his fingers, the rough pushing burden on his back; he looks at your photos and watches your shows. Anything you're in, from variety shows or even brief mentions on lives, he probably has saved on his phone.
He decorates his life with you, making it seem presentable as he tries to hide the scars of stress and the reek of sadness. But alas, no picture, show, or advertisement could ever save him from the imminent reality.
"(l/n) (y/n) is getting married next month!"
This emotion that can’t be expressed in words
It feels like I’m walking on top of those clouds
All of a sudden, in my heart
You were growing
From that moment, his knees could no longer bear the weight. The grief was too evident, too thick he couldn't even breathe. All that he could do was wallow in his tears. He was hit with the most devastating illness, one that would reach into your core to destroy you from within, unrequited love.
Looking at you smiling with your teeth bare made him nauseous. He had heaps of overflowing love for you and yet none of it was to be returned. His members could do nothing but watch him unmask the heavy perfume of lies he had built up to keep him sane. Oh, how you had tricked him. Lied about your love, but this was a harsh reality.
And as he trembled and shook with violent cries, he knew that he would always be watching alone from afar. His love tearing him apart. You were supposed to keep him together, you were supposed to be there for him. You should have been here, soothing him. But that was never going to happen, after all, you were just a dream.
Watching alone from afar
She was always my dream.
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angst is hard.
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the queen ☾ pt. 1
nct mafia au \ mentions of violence and contains strong language
the most powerful woman with an army and 21 men to her bidding, she is the queen
word count: 1.5k+
pt. 0 / pt. 1 /
The House was a wonderful place. It had 3 gardens, an indoor pool, garage space for at least a hundred cars, and guns. The House was massive and was where everyone stayed, for better contact purposes of course. Its halls were clean and fancy, it felt like a castle for those who haven't seen what they truly did. It was a beautiful place quite opposite to the things they did in it.
Taeil was always busy in the morning. He rarely joined their missions now. He stayed at home, tending to what was needed. Here he was, as the early sun peaked through the windows, changing the flowers from different vases. It was his second favorite job, only because it was the only time where the boys didn't bother him. He walked within the halls, fresh flowers in his hand, and headed towards her quarters.
Knocking before entering, he stepped inside quietly. "Hey angel, it's time to wake up." The sheets shuffled and she rose quietly. "Ah". This was his favorite job, watching her wake up. She looked so perfect, the sun hitting her lovely skin, it looked like she was glowing. Her hair cascading over her body like silk. She was a goddess to him.
"Hyung, what time is it?", another figure rises from her bed. Taeil's jaws clench. "Johnny, what are you doing here?". He laughs in reply, "I think you know what I'm doing here, Hyung". He points to both their naked figures and tries to get the blonde back into bed. She gently pushed the covers off as the two men continued to bicker in the background.
"What are those for?". She points to the flowers in Taeil's hands as she ties her hair up. The men stop their quarrel. "Oh, I wanted to change the flowers from last week." She hums as she slides over a new pair of underwear. "Psh, angel. If you want flowers, I could buy you a whole shop filled with it!"
She ignores his comment and Taeil laughs. "I believe you have my schedule for today?". The older man nods and clears his throat. "A meeting with newbies at around 8 today and a business meeting tonight with a few potential partners. I'll have your dress ready by then". She slips a blazer on and smiles. "Thank you so much, Taeil". She leaves a kiss on his lips before reaching to give Johnny one too.
"See you both later," she leaves the room and both boys are dazed. "How the fuck can she look that sexy?".
Now it was her turn to walk along the hallways, but this time it was different. Unlike the sweet air it had when Taeil walked, it was now filled with authority and power. She was powerful. The once empty hallways were now filled with workers and 'staff', all whispering and glancing at her.
After all, she was the Queen. She was the most powerful and most feared person at the moment. Everyone knew who she was and anyone who didn't was bound for trouble. She was the top of the food chain, resting upon a bloodied throne that sat on thousands of dead bodies, and everyone who tried to harm her had run into death.
She smiled at those who whispered and greeted them politely. Yes, she was powerful but she had her manners. But for now, she was running late for her first meeting today.
"Sorry, I must be late". She opened the doors, and the sounds of bullets ricocheting stopped briefly before Lucas blew into the whistle again. "It's fine, you didn't need to come here if you were busy". Haechan reaches for her and she sits down beside him. "No, I know Taeyong just wants to be sure".
Her eyes fixate on the people who were shooting. 'His form isn't right, that must hurt his shoulder'. She walks over to the male trainee. "Hold it like this and relax your left arm a bit, darling". She touches his arm and he's surprised but he follows her instructions.
He finally makes a clear shot and he smiles, "Thank you, ma'am!". Pure laughter is heard from her. "What's your name, baby?". He blushes at the nickname but responds well, "Chenle ma'am". She hums and glances at Lucas. "Okay, Chenle! See you next time darling!". He bows at her and goes to Lucas. He sighs, knowing what's she going to say. "Put him under my team ASAP. He's such a cute little boy". She giggles.
Now, Haechan and Lucas both sigh. Knowing she just wanted to corrupt him. "Noted, moving #37 under your command unit". She pecks their cheeks in glee. "Yay, thank you! See you both later". She beams and leaves the room for her next appointment.
She arrives in her office, a dress laid on the desk. "That's for you, ma'am". Her assistant, Suga, informs her and stands to the side. "What's the agenda tonight, Suga?". He stealthily flips through papers and briefly explains the meeting she's supposed to attend. "Thank you. That's it for today, you can head home". He bows and leaves the room. She sighs looking at the dress. It was pretty, more revealing, but still pretty. "I wonder how Taeil even gets these". Her hands skim over the fabric. "Let's take you for a drive, okay?".
The moon is high and the streets are still packed. This part of town was the busiest at night. With high-end clubs and bars. Music blasted from the buildings and people lined to get in. Four figures emerge from a car and head straight to the entrance of one club.
People shout their complaints as Jeno whispered to the bouncer. Johnny and Jaehyun, on the other hand, are standing next to her, almost protecting her from the public. "Sorry guys!", they wave to the group and enter the club without identification. The inside was crowded and noisy. While Jaehyun left the group to talk to one of the servers, the rest watched the crowd. They followed people dancing and taking shots, left and right.
Her nose crinkled at the smell of hard liquor and Johnny laughed. "Let's go". Jaehyun signaled and they immediately moved. Jaehyun in front, Johnny and Jeno to the side, with her in the center. They moved through the building and finally reached a room with a view of the floor. People were already waiting inside. A middle-aged man stood up and greeted them, while a few men stood behind him. "Hello, welcome! How was the club? I'm hoping it wasn't hard to get in?". The youngest stepped in front to shake hands with him and he gestured for them to take a seat.
Before she could even take place between the men, Johnny grabbed her waist and settled her in his lap. She didn't mind, more so she felt more comfortable. They talked thoroughly, about some shipments and other things she didn't want to hear. She merely watched Jeno talk and drew patterns on Johnny's chest.
Her presence wasn't needed, but Jeno was going. Jeno was in her unit and wanted to make sure he was doing fine with the big boys. With a smile on her face, she watched as the youngest's brows furrowed at the clear one-sided deal the man was making. Fortunately, Jaehyun made better. The man couldn't help but agree to what he said. Jaehyun had a way with his words, his face making them even more trusted. She watched the words fall out his mouth like a song and the deal was done. She turned away from them and focused on the weird patterns she was writing on Johnny. He laughs, "Are you drawing, angel?". Across the table, the man watched.
"Ah, she must be one of your escorts. I heard your 'company' doesn't like the idea of escorts, but she must make an exception due to how she looks". He laughs and Jeno also obviously lets out a low chuckle.
Johnny strokes her thighs and she also smiles. "Yes, we don't like escorts. But she's a real deal-breaker. Want her too?". He asks them and they laugh. She giggles and plays along. She walks to their side of the table and sits on their lap, leaning towards his ear. "I'm not their fucking escort. I'm their Queen, darling." The three men on the other side erupt in laughter and they watch the man's face contort. He tries to pry himself from her touch. "I apologize. We didn't expect the Queen to be with us. Please pardon me for what I said". He chokes an apology and Jaehyun picks her from his lap.
"I think that's enough for today, angel". Jaehyun says and the two other men stand up. She pouts a bit. "Okay, Jae. Bye-bye, darling! See you soon!" She waves at them as they leave the room.
Johnny's the first to laugh. "An escort? That's the funniest thing I've ever heard about you!". She huffs and the two join his antics. "No one ever expects to see her anyways". Leaning into Jaehyun's body, she clicks her tongue. "Do I really look like an escort?". They stop laughing and look at her. "No, angel. You're too pretty and mayhaps deadly to be just an escort". Jaehyun pecks her forehead. "Yeah, our Queen is an amazing person!". Jeno raises his arms energetically and she laughs. "Hm, I guess so".
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yay, part 1 <3
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masterlist
the queen nct mafia!au | [under construction/rewriting]
the most powerful woman with an army and 21 men to her bidding, she is the queen
johnny ☆
model | college student au, drabble
mixed | vampire au, doctor au (2.2k+)
being a rare half-turned and half-true born vampire with dangerous men at the tip of your fingers proves to be difficult
taeyong ☆
me and my husband (we are doing better) | angst, married au (1.2k+)
this is the decision you made, and he is the person you chose, so you’re just going to stick with him. you both have your problems, but this is your life and you’re going to live it.
based on mitski’s me and my husband
yuta ☆
just like me | demon au, immortal au, doctor au (1.6k+)
you sell your soul to a demon in exchange for a cure to your sister’s illness. god decides to save you and the thing is you injected yourself too and now you’re immortal?
tattoos and tea | fluff, tattoo shop au, flower shop au (1.9k+)
you work at a flower shop and a tattoo artist from across the street comes in to practice drawing flowers for his next tattoo
doyoung ☆
heavy heart | roommate au (2.4k+)
words he didn’t mean to say and tears that weren’t meant for him
jaehyun ☆
dessert | baker au, drabble
mixed | vampire au, doctor au (2.2k+)
being a rare half-turned and half-true born vampire with dangerous men at the tip of your fingers proves to be difficult
lucas ☆
unlikely | angst, superhero au (.9k+)
you’re a supervillain in high school and without warning, your nemesis actually transfers to the same school as you
mark ☆
unlikely | angst, superhero au (.9k+)
you’re a supervillain in high school and without warning, your nemesis actually transfers to the same school as you
lapdog | politics au, bodyguard au (2.2k+)
you, the prime minister, are loved by your country for being a successful and admirable politician. the president does not agree, sending hitmen after hitmen to kill you. so your team decides to give you a bodyguard. a very not normal one too.
jeno ☆
big trouble | fluff, superpower au (1.8k+)
you’d known, intellectually, that your heroic nemesis was a teenager, but it didn’t really sink in until the day their school called because your number was the only one on their emergency contact list
haechan ☆
fairy of shampoo | angst, idol au, actor au (.8k+)
how a young man falls in love with a girl in a shampoo commercial
happy reads
#nct#nct au#nct fic#nct scenario#nct imagine#nct masterlist#masterlist#nct 127#nct dream#nct u#wayv#nct 2018#nct 2020#bellalikeskitties
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dessert ☾
baker! au x ex!jaehyun
“This one is the one I met on the beach,“ she places a plate in front of him “, it’s mint meringue with blueberry puree coated with fine graham crackers and brown sugar”. her hands move to torch the tip lightly and jaehyun watches her carefully.
“And this was the guy who split coffee on me, funny story really”. she laughs lightly before setting another bowl in front of him, it smelt delicious. “It’s coffee mouse topped with chocolate ganache and shredded white chocolate“. jaehyun dips his spoon in it and takes a bite, a blissful hum leaves his lips.
“Lastly, we have a red velvet marble cake. It’s topped with a thin piece of chocolate, we pour cherry syrup on it so it melts and bleeds out a berry syrup“. she demonstrates how to pour it and the syrup flows out of it beautifully. jaehyun is in awe, she sighs and dusts powdered sugar on top of it. “This one is about you”.
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a pastry chef who makes desserts about her too many heartbreaks
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big trouble ☾
you’d known, intellectually, that your heroic nemesis was a teenager, but it didn’t really sink in until the day their school called because your number was the only one on their emergency contact list
pairing: lee jeno x reader
word count: 1.8k+
genre: superpower au, flufffff ???? highschool jeno, older reader, kinda angsty
warning/s: some nasty fighting kinda? but still fighting
It was a beautiful day. No clouds in the sky and the wind was blowing comfortably. Men, women, and children roamed the streets, enjoying this good day.
You laugh. "Yes, what a perfect day. A perfect day to stir trouble!". You swing your coat back and grab the guns from behind you. The citizens scream and scramble about. "Relax! Relax! I'm not going to hurt anyone!". They stop running and a bright grin appears on your face. You cock your gun to one man and shoot him effortlessly. The screams re-emerge and you mock them. "Well, not yet at least".
The sound of your heels echo the street and you shoot through the buildings around you. You know you look like a madman right now, exactly what you wanted. As you continue your rampage, you watch as a woman tries to protect her child from the harm. You stifle a giggle. "That's dumb, you can't protect everyone". You point your gun and shoot.
"No, I believe you can". A man blocks your bullet and you click your tongue. "Hi Jeno, nice day isn't it?". You greet and he narrows his eyes at you. "Yes, it was a nice day until you came around". He swings his arm at you and you jump back, creating some distance.
He looks back at the woman you tried to shoot. "Go, I'll deal with this". She nods and runs away from the scene. You groan at him. "God, Jeno. You actually suck y'know! I could say the same to you. I was having the time of my life before you came. You and your obnoxious hardening power or whatever".
He watches you swing your gun around your fingers. "You've wreaked havoc to this city for too long, (y/n). This is the day I stop you". He runs towards you and you brace yourself. he lifts his leg and you can see it harden. Moving under him, you shoot his thigh and it effectively blocked.
'Oh, well. I guess I'll take the hit and leave'. You close your eyes and his leg connects with the side of your neck, your body was thrown to the side. He huffs, thinking about how easy that was. "I mean how are you going to stop me, kid? Kill me?". You lift yourself and he watches your neck repair itself. "Jeno-ah, you're smarter than that. I think. What do high school kids even learn about these days?". You taunt him and it works.
"Don't call me that, we aren't friends". You grab something from behind you and pull on its reigns. "I didn't know you'd be here, Jeno. I thought you had class! I swear! I just wanted to have some fun". You toss the small container in front of him. "I've had my fill, and you got your hit. I guess that's all for today". His eyes widen and quickly rushes to grab you, but smoke fills his vision and you disappear.
He grits his teeth and clenches his hands when he sees a piece of paper with numbers in place of your body. 'Call me! 127 *** ***!'. He picks it up and walks away.
A few days later, in a coffee shop, you sip on hot tea. No one recognizes you, it's like they forgot the face of the person who terrorized their city. Because the person who shot down people like it was nothing, wouldn't dare to settle in a busy shop in the middle of the day.
"Here's your order, miss!". The server sets a fresh piece of pie on your table and you thank her warmly. She shuffles and hides her face with the tray she was holding. "Miss, I'm sorry if I intrude but, are you perhaps an actor or celebrity? You look very familiar". She blushes and you shake your hand. "You must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm nothing of the sort". Her shoulders slump in embarrassment. "Oh, I apologize then". You watch her walk away and mutter something about 'the pretty customer'.
It wasn't your fault that practically no one knows your face. It's better that way, you still get to shop for groceries and relax like this. You threatened this city, yes, but you live in this city too. A deep sigh frees itself and you're back to your drink and peaceful afternoon.
But something rings. Your phone displays an unknown number. Brows furrowing, you answer the call. "Hello? Who is this?". The person sighs happily, "Hello! Sorry for the sudden call, Miss (y/n). I'm Miss Kang from high school. I'm calling because Jeno got into a fight at school. We were wondering if you could come to pick him up?". You're confused, wait no, extremely confused. Why did Jeno's school call you? How did they get your number? And Jeno got into a fight?
"I understand. I'll be there in a few. Thank you, Miss Kang". You know well that this could be a trap, some person got your number just to prank you. You could seriously be in trouble if you were caught. But since this was about your nemesis, who's in high school, you guessed the gamble would be worth the million questions in your head right now.
"Miss (y/n)! I'm so glad you're here!". A lady, you presume to be Miss Kang approaches you as soon as you enter the office. Jeno is in the corner, eyes wide as he sees you. "Yes, could you explain what happened to Jeno?". You shake hands with her and sit beside Jeno, his face still surprised. "Well, today Jeno got into a fistfight with one of the students about something trivial". He slams his hand on the table. "It was not trivial!". You narrow your eyes at him and he slowly moves his hands off the table. Miss Kang coughs, "Anyways, that student is now in the hospital. Jeno used his powers in an inappropriate way inside the school premises. That's grounds for expulsion but we've reduced it to a suspension. Jeno's a model student, we still don't understand why he did that. I believe he's well-behaved at home as well, Miss (y/n)?".
You smile affectionately. "Yes, Jeno's very good at home. He'll reflect on his actions during the suspension. Do we need to pay any expenses for the boy's hospitalization?". Jeno looks at you timidly and whines. "Noona". You really hold yourself back. He looked just like a kid. Miss Kang checked the papers. "Yes, it seems so. Please come with me for a while, Miss (y/n)". You nod. "Jeno-ah, go wait outside. I'll be there soon".
Jeno frowns. You looked different today, just like any person. You could pass as one of those college students Jeno sees on his way to school. He doesn't even know why you're here. After the teachers broke the fight, they confiscated his belongings and locked him up in the office. Then you came. He didn't know why he didn't warn Miss Kang about the immortal freak she just invited or why he even called her noona. "Ugh". He buries his head in his arms and thinks.
You pass your black card to the older woman and she eyes you suspiciously. "Are you a celebrity or something, Miss (y/n)?". You chuckle, that's the second time today. "Thank you for the comment Miss Kang, but I'm not. By the way, how did you get my number?". She apologizes and asks you to sign something, "It was Jeno's emergency number and had the contact '(y/n) noona'. We guessed it was his older sister so we called it". Eyes wide, you stop mid-sign. He had you as his emergency number?
"It must have been hard after your parents passed, you and your brother must have suffered". She comments and you wonder. So his parents were dead too. "Surprisingly, Jeno never mentioned you. I've never seen you during ceremonies either. You must be busy Miss (y/n)". You nod. Busy destroying the lives of people, that is. "That'll be all, Thank you so much for coming". She shakes your hand again and you nod.
No parents, no family. What else were you going to find out about your nemesis? You exit the office and Jeno sits up quickly. An awkward silence fills the room and you sigh. "C'mon, I'll take you home". He pouts a bit and follows you to the parking lot.
Students watch you and a bruised Jeno walk and whisper among themselves. You just smile and nod. While Jeno glares at everyone who meets your eyes. You enter the lot and press your keys and your car alarms, "Where do you live?". His mouth gapes. "That's a very expensive car". You look at him confused and open the doors to your very expensive car. "Where do you live, Jeno?". This time you say it in a deeper tone and he looks away. He mumbles something and your eye twitches. "What?". A sigh and he meets his eyes with yours. "I don't have a home".
That's a new one, no home either then. "I've been staying at friends' houses for a while now, but I don't think they'd let me stay over now. It's fine. I appreciate your help. You can leave now, I'll just--". You can see the helplessness in his eyes and you emphasize with him. "Get in the car". He looks surprised, "What? I just said I had nowhere to go!".
You slam the car door and grab his arm. "Yes, I heard. Get in the car. You're staying at my place for now". You knew this is weird. Letting your nemesis stay over, but he's just a child. You couldn't leave him like this. You start your car and strap both you and him in. The drive is silent, but you glance him now and then.
"What'd you fight about?". He finally looks over at you and mumbles. "An immortal supervillain". Your car almost swerves into the next lane but you keep your hands stable. He laughs a little, "He said the supervillain was weak and stupid. That the heroes could destroy her any moment but it'd be an easy kill so they let her off. He said she was just a minor villain".
You choke on your spit. "Okay, that's enough. Stop dissing me". He suddenly shifts in his seat. "That isn't true though! You're strong! And really smart! And I know other heroes can't defeat you because they don't even know how to!". Your eyes widen but remain focused on the road. He blushes and turns away from you. "Ah, he is a child". "Noona aren't you just two years older than me?". You both laugh.
It felt nice. You felt comfortable and you know he did too. "Thanks, Jeno. Although, you didn't really need to beat him to a pulp. Like, you don't even look close to what he looks now". He whines and you laugh again. Silence takes over the car, but now it isn't heavy. You know taking him in might affect you and your day job, but you're ready for the risk.
"So, emergency contact huh?".
"Ah, noona!".
#nct dream#lee jeno#nct dream jeno#lee jeno scenarios#jenna marbles#nct imagine#nct scenario#jeno imagines#jeno scenarios#nct jeno#nct female member#nct au#nct#jeno fic#jeno au#nct superpower au#bellalikeskitties
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green themed for mark !!!
#happymarkday#mark lee#mARK LEEEEEE#bella edits#are they edits tho#im insecure haha#anw#bellalikeskitties#markinourhearts
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model ☾
photograher!au x college student!johnny au
“Yah! Haechan-ah! What are we going to do for the project?“ the girl lunges herself on the boy, he doesn’t mind though, he just continues to walk through the hallway. “What do mean we? You mean you? I don’t need any grade improvements bro“. He chuckles and she whines, “Whaaat? Well, it isn’t my problem that professor Jung’s so fucking rude that it hurts my fuckin--“.
She gasps and hits Haechan repeatedly before quickly sprinting to a young tall man laughing with his friends. She grabs his hand, “Hi my name is Arang, Min Arang! I’m a film student and you’re really fucking handsome!”. He was taken aback, “Excuse me, Arang. Are you hitting on me?”.
Her face falls blank before laughing loudly. “Hit on you? Yes, you’re tall and pretty, but you aren’t even my type,” she takes a peek at the name on his ID, “Johnny-ssi. I just want you to model for me!”
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a film student asks a hot guy to model for her
#nct 127#seo youngho#johnny suh#johnny#nct imagine#nct scenario#nct fic#nct au#nct#bellalikeskitties
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happy haechan day !!
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LMK Fic Recs
main acc: @yunojeyes
Masterlist for fic recs: here
- Meeting Death's Son @hyuckles-chuckles
| genre: angst, fluff, somewhat classmates-to-lovers!au, demigod!au |
you’re just minding your own business when suddenly you’re being chased by a weird looking man. you turn down a dark alley to try and hide when you ran into someone; mark lee from your high school.
- Just For A Moment @envirae
| genre: fluff, angst, college au, fake dating au |
when an innocent agreement to become his wingwoman turns into having to pretend like you’re his girlfriend, Mark suddenly starts to see you in a new light. he tells himself it’s nothing big, but are the two of you really just faking?
- [Untitled] @crownily
| genre: College au, Mafia au |
So, you just found out your boyfriend happens to run one of your brother’s biggest rival gangs and now you’re stuck with a pouty sibling, an overprotective boyfriend and an ex-friend/assassin on your ass.
- Stranger @doycngs
| genre: destined lovers to strangers!au |
“you understand everything mark doesn’t speak aloud. everything he’s too afraid to say— too broken to say. bricks clutter off your entire being, the weight you’re been carrying, loving a man and loving a society that forgets you, inevitably washing away like waves carrying sand back deep into the sea.”
- Happier @jenojaemssss
| genre: angst, exes!au |
In which mark was happier with you.
- Trials And Errors @haechanhues
| genre: fluff + suggestive |
In which your romantic movie night with your boyfriend gets interrupted by the cockblock troupe (otherwise known as his friends)
- The One That Got Away @latetaektalk
| genre: friends to lovers!au, fluff, angst |
“you were the one that got away.”
- Drunken Secrets @comebackseasonisamess
| genre: f2l!au, fluff |
It’s after grad, and as Mark gets more and more drunk, the truth he’s been hiding from you starts to slip out
- Nighthawk @jisungiest
| genre: fluff, angst, strangers to lovers but like also an established relashionship?, slice of life, soulmate au |
Nighthawk's were reoccurring thoughts that only seemed to strike you late at night and to Mark that's exactly what you are, until you show up in his days.
- Lapdog @bellalikeskitties
| genre: politics au, bodyguard au |
You, the prime minister, are loved by your country for being a successful and admirable politician. the president does not agree, sending hitmen after hitmen to kill you. so your team decides to give you a bodyguard. a very not normal one too.
- It Was An Accident! @bxtchjane
| genre: fluff |
Who would've thought that one simple mistake would bring you 100x the love you usually receive.
- Golden Hour @jaeminhours
| genre: royalty au, angst|
In which you’ve fallen in love with the one person who can’t afford to be selfish, but neither of you seem to care.
- Little Surfer Girl @shamrocklore
| genre: fluff |
“do you love me? do you, surfer girl?”
- Every Little Thing @loeycity
| genre: angst, android!AU, android!Mark, engineer!Reader, one-sided love, butterfly effect concept |
The year is 2097 and the future has arrived. As a robotics engineer, you're given the chance to bring a prototype of an advanced android home to observe its behaviours, but things take a sharp turn downhill when you realize that it’s learning faster than you can keep up and if you’re not careful, you might have a rogue android to hunt down.
-Ice Cream @lovelyminnieee
| genre: fluff, light smut |
Basically a CEO!mark x Buisnesswoman!fem reader
- Dude, But Like Romantically @dat-town
| genre: college au, friends to lovers, slice of life, fluff, comedy |
You expected nothing but stress from your last college semester, so when Mark Lee came along and called you dude, you had to re-calculate everything.
#lee mark#lee minhyung#nct dream#nct fics#nct au#nct fic recs#mark imagines#dream imagines#mark fluff#mark angst#nct dream scenarios
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