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nethersonq · 3 years
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Honey I’m Home has been stuck in my head for the past week so this is the result
redrawing parts but with my ocs for literally no reason
i tried wayyyyyy harder on the first one, ngl-
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crazytwirlcurls · 4 years
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I did it!!! I actually did it!! I completed an original story! A full comic!!!
https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/dreams/list?title_no=462544
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vickylamore · 3 years
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Enemy Of The Wolves [1]
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TW: Language, Violence, Misogyny, Underlines of Sexisms
Pairing: [slight] Mark Lee x Female Reader, NCT OT23 [Mostly platonic] x Female Reader
Genre: Action, Military Style AU, Organized crime AU, Mafia AU.
(1/?) Part 2 Part 3
Word Count: 5k
[Main Masterlist] [Enemy Of The Wolves - Mini Masterlist]
Summary: Not only were you one of the few females to be apart of Neo Culture Technology’s underground organized crime association, you were also the only and top ranked female captain in the entire industry. Even if you worked in a majority male industry, you earned respect from nearly every one of your male counterparts. All but one. That one not only exposed your name to one of NCT’s worst and most vicious rivals but signed NCT’s entire demise. Only one group will prevail, the other left in ruins with no chance of recovery.
Notes: Happy 200 followers! This was in my drafts for so long, it’s embarrassing. Technicallt speaking, it’s suppose to be a oneshot and has 22k words to it be I know yall won’t read it LNAOSJA so I’m dividing it in parts hehe. This is more of a corrupt military turned into an undeground organized crime association :)
Disclaimer: Please remember that this is a work of fiction and solely fiction. Any of the idols written and mentioned in this series would never take part in these actions, let alone stand by/condone them. The idols mentioned are merely used as characters and in no way am I saying that this is how they act in real life.
“If you even try pointing that damn pistol at me, I will kill you.” You pulled off your hoodie so you aren’t attacked and mistaken as an intruder, noticing that two of your men already had their hands on their pistols. Your lips crack into a smile as you walk into the academy’s teacher’s lounge. You had just come back from a mission overseas in Canada, arriving in Seoul only a couple of hours ago. You wanted to visit the D.R.E.A.M.S most efficient team before reporting back to Taeyong.
You had been recruited in Neo Culture, a once high ranked military facility who went off the grids when they started getting involved into illegal activity, at the age of fifteen when you were spying on them multiple times for a man (who is now dead, not because you killed him or anything) who paid you a hefty amount of money for the information you were feeding him. It was happening for a couple of weeks until a soldier in training in D.R.E.A.M.S, a person you are currently training, found out about you. Long story short, they reported you to the higher-ups and they made (as they, you mean Johnny, Taeil and Taeyong) them talk to you.
By talk, you truly mean kidnap you and force a deal; work with them/recruit you or you die.
Obviously, you wanted to live. That’s why you’re where you are right now; the co-head alongside Mark Lee and top female captain at Neo Culture.
D.R.E.A.M.S are a unit made by Neo Culture as a way to recruit youth with no home, an unstable life or on the run and offer them a home in exchange for full loyalty to the organization. The teenagers and young adults are trained to become soldiers before graduating from the academy and then are relocated either in the 127 unit or the Japanese base with Yuta, who just recruited a new . Soon, however, they’ll open a base in China for more soldiers to be relocated there. As of right now, only WayV is there.
The D.R.E.A.M.S is composed of ten levels (also known as tiers), ten being the lowest level and one being the highest. Each tier had a specialty that tests your knowledge, physicality, communication, comprehension, real life-like simulations on the battlefield etc. 
The the first tier students who are apart of the only squad of D.R.E.A.M.S but are highest-ranked students are called the Dreamies composed of; Huang Renjun who specialized in negotiations and investigations, Jeno who specialized in close-range fighting underground boxing, Haechan in weaponry and long-range fighting/combat, Jaemin in the art of escaping, Chenle in explosives and chemicals and Jisung in coding. Note that they’re still students, just the best of the best and are used to fulfill missions and tasks… and graduate. They all learned from the best; you. 
This was all made by the General of Neo, Lee Taeyong.
Taeyong’s family, one of the top military families, was involved in an incident that forced them to turn their military base into a secret hideout for men and women who practiced illegal activities. After three generations of doing so, Taeyong’s father decided to build the academy, created one of the top grossing underground criminal facilities that practiced a military style regime and named it Neo Culture Technology.
“Ew,” Haechan complained while turning to you, “not you being back.” You scoffed under your breath as you hugged Jisung, the first to come to greet you.
“What do you want me to do? Leave?,” you asked while hitting him across his head, “It’s not like you could magically make my body disappear.”
“We could bury you six feet under,” you turned to the second oldest of the Dreamies, a smirk on his face as he sat in a chair reading a book, “slow death as you run out of oxygen.”
“You just gave me flashbacks from when I was 17,” your skin crawled as you sent Renjun a disgusted glance, “never again, thank you.”
“PTSD type beat.” You turn around to roll your eyes at Jeno. He only shrugged, a smirk tugging his lips, “what? Did I lie?”
“Alright, alright,” Mark got up from his seat to give you a hug, one that was longer than usual. You didn’t blame him though, you haven’t seen each other nor called in nearly two months. You melted into his touch, smiling softly in his embrace. You rolled your eyes at the Dreamies in front of you, some of them making kissing faces. 
“The hug never happened,” you mouthed. “I will hunt each and every one of you down if anything gets out.” Jaemin chuckled under his breath but quickly threw his hands in the air at your raised eyebrows.
“How was it? What happened?” Mark, who was completely clueless at what just happened, asked while pulling away.
You ran a hand through your black and silver hair, a light sigh escaping your lips, “it was fine, a bitch but it was fine.” You responded, shutting down any possibility to talk about your information. “Plus, it’s classified until I talk to Taeyong.”
The Dreamies looked at you in slight worry. Usually, you’d tell them everything that happened on your mission, it was a report thing you will do since one day, they would be going on month-long missions of their own; they’d gained information on what to expect. Yet, this time, you didn’t want to talk about it.
“You good?” Asked Mark, his hands holding yours. 
Do you mention that you and Mark were rather close, especially as captains in one of the deadliest and dangerous industries in the world? Of course, no one knew about this with the exceptions of the squad in front of you. You would rather cease to exist if word got out that both heads of the academy frequently flirted with each other.
You nodded, though hesitantly and sent him a small smile, “but how are my students? How are the classes going?”
You quickly changed the subject and the youngsters didn’t question it. Mark did look at you skeptically but you only shook your head when you caught his glance and he finally let it go. “Your students are a lot nicer than I remember. Though some of them haven’t changed.”
You nodded at his response, knowing exactly who he’s talking about. Even if you were the head of the D.R.E.A.M.S unit, you still had classes you had to teach. It was your choice and it’s not like Taeyong wanted to refuse, so instead of being cooped up in your office, he let you keep teaching the students. Because most of your specialties were already being taught by other instructors, you decided to teach strategies on the battlefield as well as fighting and defense with Mark, who also taught at the academy. You taught those classes to the tenth and second-tier students, their ages ranging from thirteen to nineteen. Even if you were rather lenient with your tenth tier students, the second tier was really where you were a lot harsher and blunt towards the students.
A lot of students respected you, especially the female students. Of course, they were a few that got on your nerves but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. A small group of people who didn’t respect you were the students in the second tier, the people who were friends with the male who found out about you when you were fifteen.
“You’re talking about Jihoon and his friends huh?” 
Jeno rolled his eyes and nodded his head. “You could hear Mark screaming at them at least once a day, especially Jihoon.”
“He had the audacity to talk shit about you while you were away and Jisung almost fought him.” you snapped your head at the younger, who was on his phone during Chenle’s report. 
“Correction,” Renjun added, clearing his throat, “we almost fought them and he did fight him, blow to the nose.”
“He deserved it.”
“No, he didn’t,” you huffed out and closed your eyes, already feeling the annoyed look from Jisung.
“Yes, he did-”
“Maybe he did but you’re still my student and so is he and the rest of you,” you said bluntly, sending him a disappointed look. “He gets on my nerves all the time but I rather deal with him than fighting him. You probably proved whatever he tried to point out.”
“What did you say?”
You snapped your head at the Mark, who turned his laptop towards you. On the device was a video playing of your squad practically on fire while glaring at your group of mischievous second tier boys. The film was recorded on a top notch hidden camera in the field outside, you only knew this because of the amount of times you’ve seen the cameras. The video was from a few weeks back, long before you were supposed to come back.
“You heard me, Jeno.” One of the boys, Chris, smirked in the video, cracking his knuckles. “Or do your ears not work?”
“Maybe they don’t,” the leader of the Dreamies shrugged, a deep glare crossing his face, “if you say it again motherfucker, I’ll actually pay attention and knock your teeth out.”
“As if,” another, Chan laughed, “you won’t do shit.”
“You forgot that he’s a boxer dumbass,” Jaemin snarled, “and that he gets most of his power from anger.”
Renjun cut in, “go ahead, make him mad. Won’t be hard to bury your body six feet under.”
“Or burn it, dissolve it, amputate your dead body limb by limb,” the second youngest of the Dreamies deadpanned from where he was sitting on the grass, “again, won’t be that much of a challenge.”
“Guys, let’s just leave them alone.”
“Shut up Ezra,” Hyunwoo snarled, running a hand through his hair, “you won’t do shit.”
“Especially with that brat of a captain you have.” Jihoon laughed, “which reminds me, didn’t she sleep with the General so that she could be ranked captain or did she ask with her perfect princess little ass and they handed it to her like a lollipop?”
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“The rest is basically them going back and forth before Jisung through a punch.” 
Were you surprised? No, not really. Upset? Yeah. A lot, actually.
Jisung sulked while leaning against the wall, mumbling under his breath, “well Taeyong said that what I did was justified-”
“You weren’t supposed to say that you idiot-”
“I’m sorry, Taeyong said what?” You cut Haechan off with your hand while looking at Mark. “He said it was justified?”
“He only said that ‘cause he witnessed it,” the co-head of the academy crossed his arms, “wanted to talk to the Dreamies for whatever reason then stumbled onto them fighting.”
Your eyes widen while looking at Jisung. “You did not punch my student in front of my boss.” You scoffed under your breath, irritation rising in your chest. You weren’t as disappointed as you previously were since Taeyong said that it was okay (more or less) but you still were frustrated that this happened while you were gone. “Can’t say I’m disappointed, not even surprised since he had it coming.”
“Told you she wouldn’t be mad.”
“However,” you looked at Jaemin to shut him up before glancing at Jisung again, “I don’t condone fighting among my top tiers, you out of everyone should know that, especially since you’re not only my student but in the only D.R.E.A.M.S squad to exist.” You saw him sigh and look at the floor, upset that he was scolded by you. “Just don’t do it again alright?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Just please tell me you broke his nose,” you asked with an eyebrow raised as a smile tugged his lips. “Yeah, I did.”
“Don’t tell anyone I’m proud.” You gave him a fist bump and rubbed his head, dishevelling his hair. The rest of them chuckled under their breaths as you walked towards the exit. You turned around while glancing at Mark, “anything else I should know?”
The co-Captain shook his head, “other than that, nothing really happened. Your tenth tier class is progressing rather well and quickly too; in a couple of weeks, they should be ready for their passing exam to get to tier nine. Your second-tier class is doing great as expected and is excelling as well. The only thing you should check out Jihoon’s group of friends and himself, they’ve been getting more and more destructive in class lately.”
You raised a brow, your head slightly tilting in confusion, “destructive? How so?”
Jeno answered for him, “a lot more arguments with the teachers than usual, they’ve been disrespecting the younger students as well.”
“Can you guys stop cutting me off-”
“Not to mention the fight he and I had; saying that you did nothing but exist and people gave you what you wanted. Explaining to his friends that you were probably a traitor and you didn’t deserve your position as head of the D.R.E.A.M.S, our captain and the top captain in the association.” Jisung smiled sarcastically, picking at his nails.
“But other than that, it’s great,” Renjun concluded while shrugging his shoulders.
You nod your head with a bitter chuckle escaping your lips, “did not expect them to act out while I was away…” you snarled under your breath, almost expecting more from the boys. You sigh before opening the door, “alright thanks guys, I’ll see you back at the dorm.” Some of them smiled at you while the rest waved.
“Oh, and just because I came back today doesn’t mean I’ll postpone training,” you reminded, “tomorrow morning, five am sharp, don’t be late.” You laughed when you heard them groan, closing the door behind you.
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It didn’t take too long to reach the main hall where most students were. You needed to pass through the living space in order to get the other building where Taeyong’s office was; it was easier than going outside. The living space was huge, it basically occupied an entire floor. It was basically a dining half with various rooms such as lounging rooms, study rooms, a library and mini-training rooms. This is where all the tiers commune before they go to their respective buildings for classes and dorms. The buildings were connected, which were blocked by heavy-duty doors and a handprint passcode that only unlocked for the Dreamies, WayV and 127, the symbol of wolves branded on each door.
“Ms. Song!” You turned around and was met with a hug from one of your youngest students. Lia hugged you tightly and started giggling out of happiness. You usually don’t hug your students yet Lia was one of your many exceptions. She was the youngest female in tier ten, therefore making her the youngest female trainee in the D.R.E.A.M.S. Although her age, she was very intelligent and agile for a fourteen-year-old. You knew that if she continued as such, she’d be top of her classes in no time. “I missed you so much! How was your mission? What happened? What information did you gather? Who did you meet?”
You laugh at her excitement, “alright Lia, I missed you too but you know I can’t tell you that. Though, I can ask about your well being, how are you doing?”
She pushed her glasses up and pushed the hair out of her face. Her light brown eyes shined as she quickly explained everything that happened in the last two months. “...and then Ms. Kim taught us how to make a fire out of electrical wires and it was really interesting. Captain Lee also told me that my agility gives me an advantage when I train with him and other trainees. I almost took him down too… almost but Captain is really strong so it was really hard! But I tried even harder and next time I’ll get him!” You laughed at her enthusiasm and ruffled her playfully.
“I’m glad you’re doing great Lia, I’m proud of you.” Her eyes lit up at your compliment as she quickly nodded her head and soon, more students surrounded you at the sight of your presence.
Most of them were your current tenth tier students (some of them were in class with other teachers), glad to see their mentor back and safe at Neo Culture. They told you about what happened in each of their classes and their own experiences in their dorms and how they progressed as individuals. Some who came towards you were your older students, some of them in tier four and five, expressing how they were glad to see you.
“Yo Ms. Song!” you turned your head towards the voice and your eyes quickly landed on the group of problematic students; Jihoon, Chris, Chan, Hyunwoo and Ezra. You nodded at the students as they came forward, the lower-ranked students moving aside to make room for them. Lia moved behind you, joining her friends on the sidelines.
“Captain Song to you,” you instructed, your arms behind your back as you straighten your posture.
“Ah, don’t be like that,” Jihoon sulked, his gaze landing on Lia. “Ms. tenth tier just called you Ms. Song, what’s the harm if we did it?” You lifted a brow at his tone which was a lot less playful and more irritated than anything.
Your once happy and less strict expression quickly turned cold as you took a few steps towards him and his little friend group, “you must understand that you and your fellow classmates are in one of the highest-ranking tiers. Therefore, you do not have the same privileges as your younger peers. You will address me as Captain Song since you are older and therefore, more prone to listen to orders or am I mistaken?” You lifted a brow as you questioned him and he quickly got quiet.
“No, Captain, you are not mistaken.” His friends answered for him as he clenched his jaw. 
“Good,” you nodded while clearing your throat. “I’ve also been informed that you five have been causing more trouble than usual… mind explaining?” you glanced at each of them but they looked away. Though, Jihoon looks at you dead in the eyes, almost testing your authority. You scoff under your breath, finding him extremely disrespectful. “None of you have nothing to say?”
“That’s because we don’t need to.”
It was now dead quiet in the lounging area, every student who wasn't in their classrooms or dorms were now looking at you and the group of boys. It was a heavy silence since it was rare for you to be so serious in a usually happy setting such as the lounge. As you said before, a lot of the students were under your care when they first got here and are currently second-tier students. Only a handful have tested you and most of them haven’t stepped over your authority.
Until now.
“I beg your pardon,” you said coldly, almost daring him to repeat what he said.
“I said we don’t need to answer you,” one of your eyebrows raised as you stared at him for a few seconds before chuckling slowly.
“And why is that cadet?”
“Jihoon-” Ezra, one of his friends, tried to stop him from continuing further, “stop, you’re embarrassing us.” But he continued anyway.
“We- I don’t need to answer to someone I’m older than, to a potential traitor, to someone who didn’t even train as long as most of us here and let you alone you… a female.”
His words cut through the air like glass; like silent gunshot echoed through the tense atmosphere. You heard the students gasp in shock, some of them whispering amongst each other. You maintained eye contact with him as his chest heaved in what you presume was anger. You waited a few seconds before asking,
“Are you done?” You didn’t even bother saying his name since you are so close from lashing out at him in front of all of your students. You sigh as you walk towards him as he doesn’t say anything, “I’m going to take that as a yes.”
You inhale softly, calming your irritated nerves and looked at the second tier student with all the coldness and hostility you could muster, making him take a step back from you. He was taken aback from your gaze, having never seen it before; to him, you were looking at him as if he was the enemy.
“You being an entitled, misogynistic, rude and disrespectful student will get you nowhere in Neo Culture, especially with me as your Captain.” Your voice was calm yet cold, gentle yet held so much fierceness that it felt like you could set it on fire. You turned your head to the students who were still talking but it quickly ceased as your gaze fell on the upperclassmen. 
Turning back to Jihoon, you continued, taking small and steady steps towards him, “it does not matter if you are older than me, it does not matter if I am a female and my past certainly doesn’t involve you. My training time has been accomplished faster than your time taking an entrance exam to the next tiers. My training time involved severe physical and mental training which is why I’m not bothered by a little boy who decided to disrespect one of the heads of D.R.E.A.M.S., captain of the Dreamies and highest ranked female captain in all of Neo Culture.”
You heard many of the students ‘ooing’ at your words but you shot them a quick gaze to prevent them from continuing. 
“Just because you’re older than me doesn’t mean you’re stronger, smarter and faster than me, which is why you are still a student. As for me being a traitor; you’re still hung on the incident that happened six years ago, are you not?” You asked with a hint of mockery in your tone. “Of course, if that’s the case, that’s still a grudge you hold. Over what? I don’t know.”
“And don’t you find it a bit embarrassing that another person, younger than you in fact, is currently serving in the 127 unit only months after arriving at the academy?” You knew he thought of Sungchan, the younger male that literally ran his way up the tiers and was working in the association’s strongest unit. “And you’re still here? Six, nearly seven years later.”
You send him a small smirk before it falls completely, “now listen to me very, very carefully.” You whisper yet it felt like a scream from how piercing it was. “If you think that I wiggled my way to the top, you are very, very wrong.” Your voice held venom, the poison dripping from your words. “I made my way to the top, I fought for it and I earned it. It wasn’t handed to me, it wasn’t wrapped in a preppy white box with a ribbon on it. I’m where I am today because I fought for it because I wanted it. Don’t let your little grudges and delusions blind you from hard work and determination.”
“And one last thing,” you said, and turned to the rest of the students. “This goes for all of you too. Pass the message on to your peers; respect, especially in Neo Culture, will get you where you want to be if you fight for it. We rather have a hard-working, respectful and determined student as a soldier rather than an egotistical male who thinks his abilities will get him to the top. It might be a head start, of course, but it won’t get you anywhere if you are selfish and arrogant.” You directed the last part to Jihoon, whose hands were balled into fists.
“Neo Culture is a team and more importantly, a family. I rather see all of you help each other strive than one of you thinking their above another. What’s our motto?”
“Never leave a soldier behind.” The students spoke in unison, the motto practically engraved in their heads.
“That’s our motto, it’s not just a saying but a rule we live by.” You glanced back at Jihoon who wasn’t looking at you anymore. “I suggest you fix that little attitude of yours because if it doesn’t get you in trouble with me, it’ll certainly get you in trouble with the General.” 
“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” you snarled, standing right in front of him and watching as the twenty-two-year-old looks at you with envy. “I will not tolerate any kind of disrespect from you or anyone else. Refrain from any attitude or rudeness you want to use when talking to me. If not, I invite you to talk to Taeyong the same way.”
“Is that a threat?”
“I don’t need to mention Taeyong to make it one.” You simply state, lifting your head a bit to notice Yuta at the very end of the everlasting hall, watching you handle everything from a distance. “Do I make myself clear?”
You turned to the students, all of them agreeing at the same time, even the four boys who are Jihoon’s friends. “Do I make myself clear, Jihoon?” You asked again, waiting for the male’s response.
“Yes, Captain.” You hummed after hearing his answer. You look behind him and stare at the rest of his friend group, “I expect you all in my office in thirty minutes to discuss a proper punishment after the little report I received from multiple people, including the lack of respect for your peers and the altercation between the Dreamies and the rest of you. Understood?”
“Yes, Captain,” they said anonymously, their voices loud enough to be heard. “I expect you there as well, Jihoon.”
You took a step back from him and looked at the rest of the students. “You all are dismissed.” And just like that, the students scurried like birds approached by humans. Only a few lingered back, including Lia.
“Captain?” you turned around to see her shaken up by the whole ordeal. “Um-”
“Lia,” you sighed, your arms landing on your sides, “you can still call me Ms. Song, it’s okay.”
“Really?”
You nod your head, “Everyone in tiers five and under can call me Ms, everyone above refers to me as Captain. What was it you wanted to ask?”
Her face lit up again and asked, “I don’t want to bother you or anything but is it okay if you give me extra fighting classes? I want to get better.”
You smiled softly at the girl and said, “it’s definitely possible, I need to check your grades and how you’re advancing in class before coming to that decision. Tell you what,” you say, “I’ll talk to your teachers and see with Mark before coming back to you, give me a couple hours and pass by my office. I'm not promising anything but I need to make sure it won’t interfere with your current training. Alright?”
She nodded her head and smiled brightly at you, “of course, thank you, Ms. Song!” She turned her head to her friends calling her to hurry up. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
You nodded your head as she smiled again, running towards her friends. As soon as she turned the corner, you turned around and started walking towards the door all the way at the end of the living lounge, down an everlasting hallway.
You let out a sigh, the entire ordeal upsetting you to no extent. Of course, it was the male who ratted you out to Neo Culture who’s giving you a hard time. You didn’t care if he disrespected you, what you mainly cared about was him picking a fight with Jisung, who’s one of the top students, and used you to get on your nerves and started picking on the lower-tiered students.
It didn’t benefit him at all, if anything, he was creating a bad image for himself, setting himself up for disaster in the future. Until he’s ready to drop his attitude and ego, you weren’t going to help him, not with the way he currently is.
You finally made it to the end of the hallway, where Yuta was waiting, leaning against the door, an amused look on his face. “I personally think that was a beautiful welcoming gift.”
You rolled your eyes at his attempt to lighten your mood and quickly mumbled, “oh, shut the fuck up.”
He only chuckled under his breath and scanned his hand on the scanner, the once red light turning green as he cleared the authentication. He opened the door and nodded his hand for you to walk into the hall where multiple staircases lead up and down and another door leading to 127’s building.
You and Yuta walked down the ever grey hall leading to the next building. “When did you get back from Japan?”
“A few days ago actually,” he ran a hand through his blond hair, “came back for the monthly report, I’m going back tomorrow. I should be fine here since there’s no tensions between anyone right now and Shotaro’s there so I’m not worried.”
You hummed at the mention of the male, “settling well I presume?”
“Yeah,” Yuta nodded, “a lot better than I thought. He only started a few months back but he’s following, listening to orders and has one hell of a personality.” The man chuckled dryly to himself, as if proud of the younger male despite not admitting it. “How about you?” 
You only let out a puff of air, a headache creeping up on you. “Apart from that whole thing? The mission in Canada was an absolute horror house, I don’t think I’ll be going back on an overseas mission in a while.”
Yuta didn’t even question your response as he planted his hand on the scanner once more. He only looked at you with curious eyes, “that bad, huh?” When you only nodded, he opened the door and waited for you to walk into the building. “Kids?” You sent him a solemn look, one you wish you didn’t need to share. You let out a heavy sigh as you walked through the door.
“Kids.”
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Here’s my contact info and where you can find my art.
I honestly need to update facebook and tumblr more. But when I’m not posting here, I try to upload my WIPs and sketches on Instagram.
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  They say that the hardest thing is to believe in your dreams; to take that leap of faith and move forward with your plans.  But what if you do not have dreams, to begin with?  My journey as a sophomore unveiled a truth that I never realized I carried its burdens: I do not have a dream.  For a while, I thought I was broken. A glitch in the system. Especially, when all who are around me seemed to have figured life just like they know the palm of their hand. The truth is, the person next to you is as uncertain of the future as you.  So, this is dedicated for those who do not have dreams. It is OKAY.It is okay to roam around until you find your passion. Do not force yourself to love something you are not destined to love. For what starts with delusion, only ends up in melancholy.
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discjockeynews · 2 years
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D.R.E.A.M.S. By Dean Carlson
D.R.E.A.M.S. By Dean Carlson
FLASHBACK ARTICLE FROM OCTOBER 2009 So after a particularly long day, I was ready to hit the sack. Exhausted I crawled into bed, and moments later my eyes were shut, as the sandman did his job. At 3 am I jerk straight up, breathing fast, sweat running down the side of my face. I had just had one of those not-so-pleasant dreams, some green nine-foot-tall man ripping various limbs off of any victim…
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Beatriz: Faz muitos anos que usei a rede social, Tumblr, e depois de dois anos de pandemia, acabei por voltar na rede social em nostalgia. Ainda é D.R.E.A.M.S. e estou lutando por eles
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nethersonq · 3 years
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Kidnapper: *Over phone* Is this AF-002?
002: Yes, who are you?
Kidnapper: We have your sister
002: Nether?
Kidnapper: Yeah
002: haha good luck
Kidnapper: Take her back please
002: No returns
Kidnapper: PLEASE
Nether, from the other side of the room: IF YOU DON’T CUT THE CRUST OFF MY SANDWICH-
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crazytwirlcurls · 4 years
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Welcome to D.R.E.A.M.S: Dreaming Reality Emission and Memory Services, where we help people reconnect with their past selves through the use of emission dreaming technology. With our help, one patient named Jennifer Costello learns to find the self-love she's been looking for that she thought she lost all those years ago.
Hey everyone! My submission for the Short Story contest is here! Episode one is already up on Webtoons so please check it out, like, and subscribe. It really helps a lot! Thank you!
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vickylamore · 3 years
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Enemy Of The Wolves [2]
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TW: Language, Violence, Mentions of deaths
Pairing: [slight] Mark Lee x Female Reader, NCT OT23 [Mostly platonic] x Female Reader
Genre: Action, Military Style AU, Organized crime AU, Mafia AU, Angst and Fluff
(2/?) Part 1 Part 3
Word Count: 5k
[Main Masterlist] [Enemy Of The Wolves - Mini Masterlist]
Summary: Not only were you one of the few females to be apart of Neo Culture Technology’s underground organized crime association, you were also the only and top ranked female captain in the entire industry. Even if you worked in a majority male industry, you earned respect from nearly every one of your male counterparts. All but one. That one not only exposed your name to one of NCT’s worst and most vicious rivals but signed NCT’s entire demise. Only one group will prevail, the other left in ruins with no chance of recovery.
Notes: The way it’s 1am and I know I wont finish editing til 2am is sending me into orbit. This took.. a while to update for various reasons but here it is!
Disclaimer: Please remember that this is a work of fiction and solely fiction. Any of the idols written and mentioned in this series would never take part in these actions, let alone stand by/condone them. The idols mentioned are merely used as characters and in no way am I saying that this is how they act in real life.
“Not you telling Jisung that him punching another student was justified.” You deadpanned as soon as you arrived in his office where most members were, Yuta closed the door behind you as you looked at Taeyong. “Really? That it was justified?”
“‘Hello Taeyong, great to see you again Taeyong, I missed you Taeyong, how are you and Neo Culture doing, Taeyong?’” He exasperated, setting down the documents that were once in his hands to look at you, an irritating smirk on his lips. “Not one of the following has come out of your mouth.”
“Of course not,” you scoffed, moving your hair out of the face, “who do you think I am, an angel?”
“Far from it.”
You looked at Johnny with an annoyed gaze and mumbled, “exactly my point.” You groaned and threw your head back, exhausting seeping into your veins. “And you wouldn’t believe what happened in the lounge…” you turned to Yuta and asked, “my head feels like it’s about to explode so please fill them in on what happened.”
“Lee Jihoon was being disrespectful, got on her nerves, disrespected her again, it attracted a crowd of students and she got fed up, went all commando on him and all his friends, told them to meet in her office in thirty minutes and now she’s here.” Yuta summarized what happened in about thirty seconds.
“Yeah, pretty much.” You shrugged your shoulders.
“It was bound to happen,” Doyoung spun in his chair to face you, a tired look crossing his features. “Him and his little friend group have been getting on my nerves ever since you left.”
“Speaking of which,” you said while looking back at Taeyong, “what do you mean the punch was justified?”
“It was.”
“It was though,” Jaehyun supported Taeyong, a small laugh escaping his lips, “it was funnier when Jihoon tried playing the victim in front of us. Oooh, the look on his face when he realized we saw everything.”
“How about his ‘friends’?” Questioned Jungwoo, who sent you a small wave, “his friends tried defending him too. But yes, it was totally justified.”
“Welcome back to Neo Culture, (Y/n),” Taeil said sarcastically, “take it as welcoming since all the bad news crashed onto you.”
You were finally back home, you were finally with your family again. You weren’t away from them for a little over two months. You completed your mission, despite the altercations, and came back home safe and sound. You were happy, they were happy too- despite the fact that half of them won’t admit it. “Thank you, it feels so much better to be back.” You almost laughed at yourself, “despite everything.”
Taeyong pointed to an empty seat in between Jaehyun and Doyoung, one you gladly took as Yuta sat in between Jungwoo and Taeil. You fist-bumped Jaehyun as you sat down, taking out the USB in your pocket, sliding across the table to pass it to Taeil. You suppress a yawn despite looking exhausted.
“Report.”
“I’m doing okay, not great but not terrible. Exhausted? Yes. That nineteen-hour flight was not it, lemme tell you that.” A few of them chuckled at your words. “The mission was successful, all information acquired and secured in the USB.”
“Canada, sorry- Toronto was nice though, more or less the people than the land itself. I enjoyed it as much as I was able to on an undercover mission to wipe out the headquarters but it was okay.” You said, your mind distracting you from the heart-wrenching news about to come out. “Other than that, I’m fine, I’m alive… a few cuts and bruises but I’m okay… physically. Mentally? Not so much.” You laughed it off, yet the crippling guilt and regret settling in your chest.
“The Dragons in Canada eliminated, no other known locations, intel gained on the fallen group; all files gained on Neo Culture gained, all the information of current members in Seoul gained, one known locations of SS in South Korea; 89137 Gugandum Lake, underground mine, no traces back to Neo Culture, base burned to the floor… no survivors.” You said the last part a little quieter than the rest, which made Taeyong look at you curiously. 
“What’s up?”
Yuta glanced at you, trying to figure out what got you so upset. By the time he figured it out, you were stopping tears from flooding your eyes. You hated it, you hated it with a passion. You hated your sensitive side, your emotional side, the one that cared for kids and teens. It made you more down to earth but it made you soft. You, of course, didn’t let that side of you interfere with your job but you hated the feeling inside your gut each time you came across the enemy. 
To Neo Culture, they were the enemy. To you, they were the enemy but to your eyes, they were children.
“How many?” Yuta asked, his voice softer compared to before. By the short conversation you had with him while walking to the boss's office, he could tell it bothered you to the point where it was so close to breaking. The little heated moment in the D.R.E.A.M.S lounge definitely didn’t help you emotionally.
He read you like a book and uncovered what was bothering you just by one question from earlier, “how many were there (Y/n)?”
You stared at him, knowing that if you glanced at anyone else, you would cry. If you were honest, you were devastated. You hated it. You didn’t know they were there, you didn’t even know they recruited so young. The one in Korea didn’t, so why would the one in Canada do? If you had known you would’ve tried to get them out in time… but you didn’t. You wanted the feeling of zemblanity to cloud your thoughts but the more you tried to ignore the fact that you let them die, the more it was hitting you, harder with each suppressed thought.
“Eleven.” You finally said, letting a sigh escape your lips. “Eleven of them were burned alive because I didn’t know The Dragons recruited children.” The sentence hanged in the air, the reason why you were so upset was revealed. No one said a word as you closed your eyes, the screams of terror and agony filled your mind once again as you balled your fists, guilt feeling your chest. “Eleven kids, the same ages as tier nine and ten… eleven kids who I didn’t know were there burned alive all because I had the ideology that The Dragons Canada would do the same as the one in Korea; they wouldn’t recruit anyone under the age of eighteen.”
“Are you sure none of them escaped?” Taeyong asked, chin resting on his intertwined knuckles.
“The case file had counted 123 members in The Dragons. The updated files I acquired read 123 members including 11 members under eighteen…” you swallowed the lump in your throat, the agonizing burning climbing up your chest. “After the explosion, I went in to make sure that everyone was dead… I came across eleven bodies of teenagers… I know what a teen’s body looks like Taeyong.”
But you wish you hadn’t. You wish you didn’t. You wish, in that moment, you forgot what a teen’s body looked like. But you remembered. You remembered as soon as you stumbled upon the first one, then the next, then the next… the burned corpses engraved in your mind will forever haunt your nightmares.
“I’m asking for a temporary break from all overseas missions,” you asked sternly, your eyes moving to your boss, your eyes glossy and tears threatening to spill. A lump in your throat, you ran a hand over your mouth. “A few weeks, a couple of months at most. I just-”
“(Y/n),” Taeyong cut you off, stopping you from talking further. His hands were clasped together on the table, eyes empty so you wouldn’t be able to decipher any emotion from him. “Ask granted.” you met his eyes as he nodded, understanding what you needed right now. He might be your boss and he might be cold and ruthless, but he was your brother, he understood why you were asking. 
Taeyong was always one of the few people you would turn to in desperate need. It was always him, Kun, Mark and Lucas. Taeyong was the one to recruit you, the one to give you shelter, the one to give you the position you have today as Captain. He proved that women could be soldiers with you, that women could be just as ruthless with their job and he proved that with you. He was the one you would turn to in intense mental and emotional turmoil because he understood everything just by how he created Neo Culture.  
It wasn’t common for corporations to be close. There was one simple goal that was recurring in almost every organization; get the job done. It was different in the space you were practically raised in and honestly speaking, you were grateful that it could be considered a safe space for teens that were brought here at a young age. There’s a reason why NCT was huge and successful; it all started with a good foundation.
It was also rare for generals to be close with their inner circle; they were supposed to take charge, not babysit their soldiers. Taeyong somehow managed to incorporate both into one. His words will always echo in your mind; “Having a good foundation is the key to success, and I plan to use that to all of our advantage, starting with the idea of family.”
“Take the time you need, you don’t need to explain yourself.” He sent you a small smile, one that you greatly appreciated. He might be the heartless NCT boss but when the doors were closed, when he was with 127, WayV and Dream, his true nature showed; the one where he was caring, loving and warm. Where he would laugh like there’s no tomorrow, moments when he would joke around with you and everyone else. The one that wouldn’t be afraid to ask anyone for a second opinion (mainly Yuta, Kun, Taeil and Johnny) and won’t be afraid to tell anyone to talk to him if he sees them struggling.
“Do you need someone to take over your classes?” 
You shook your head, your shoulders slouching in defeat. “No, no… I got my classes under control.” You look up at him, “thank you.”
“You need it,” was all he said, “go rest up back at Dream’s dorm. I’ll let Mark know you’ll be there soon, right after your discussion with the boys in tier two.”
You nod your head then proceed to get up from your seat, everything weighing down on you at once. You keep nodding to yourself to stop yourself from breaking down, not wanting to cry in front of them. Heck, some have never seen you cry, again, only a select few and you really wanted to keep to way.
When you got up, Jaehyun got up with you to give you a hug, one that you needed for your own well being. You hugged him tightly, appreciating the act he rarely gives as he whispers, “if you need anything, you know where to find us. WayV is here too.” You nodded your head again, a small ‘okay’ leaving your lips.
He’s never seen you so broken before, he knew you had a soft side for kids, especially the tenth tier but he didn’t blame you for being so upset. He knew you felt guilty, he knew you felt responsible for their deaths and even thought that you were the one that caused it. One side of him, the older brother, wants to tell you that it wasn’t your fault. The interrogator in him knew that telling you such things were lies because he too, knew deep down that the explosion was the cause of their deaths.
You release him from your hold, thanking him again before walking towards the door. You sighed and offered the men of 127 a small smile, one that hides all your emotions and troubles. “I’ll see you guys later.”
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You still had a couple more minutes until your small meeting with the second tier boys so you decided to visit WayV. You hadn’t seen them in what felt like forever, almost six months to be exact. You missed them like crazy and you didn’t want them seeing you in an emotional mess so you decided to visit them now, right before you went back to your respective dorm.
You scanned your hand on the scanner at the end of the hall, opening the door as soon as it unlocks and, instantly, you’re met with a hug that almost knocked you backwards. You kept your balance though, clutching onto his shirt like your life depended on it. You missed him, you missed him so much. Hell, you didn’t realize just how much you missed them til right now.
“You’re back…” you muttered under your breath, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He was one of your first students, him and Dream. And now he’s got his life together with WayV. “You’re back.”
He giggled under his breath, “you’re back too… we’ve been in Korea for almost a month and I wanted to see you again- but that doesn’t matter now, you’re here right? That’s all that counts.” You heard his voice crack the tiniest bit at the end but you didn’t point it out. You didn’t want to. 
Yangyang is your only graduate student. He was in the D.R.E.A.M.S and was under your wing until you deemed he was ready to be a part of WayV. It was so hard for you to let him go, you’ve seen him grow as an individual and a teammate… you were devastated, to say the least, and now that you’re seeing him for the first time in a while.
If it wasn’t already clear, WayV was more like your best friend group, 127 was your older brothers/mentor group and Dream were your little brothers.Well, as much as they could be in the life you live and the job you did. It just happened and it fit as it was. 
You pulled away and immediately baffled on your words at the sight of his hair colour. It was black, which wasn’t out of the ordinary (you’ve seen him in both black and brown before), yet he had silver-white streaks in his hair. 
“You did not pull a Jason Todd.” You deadpanned, touching his hair as you glared at him, “You better not die on me, you got it?” 
“How can I possibly die when I’m coding all the time?” He giggles again, pointing at your own hair.
“Okay female reserve Todd, you’re the one to talk with the ombre silver hair,” you push him lightly as you both giggle like little kids. “But it suits you, you look more like a badass than before.”
You scoff, running a hand through your hair, “I’d say the same to you, only that you now look like a badass, not before though.” You giggle as he playfully hits your shoulders, his own giggles leaving his mouth. After regaining your composure, you asked, “where’s everyone else?”
Yangyang only grabbed your arm and pulled you across the entrance before stopped when you wanted to take off your jacket and left it on the coat hanger, as well as your mask and your arm gear. Taking those off revealed your tattoos, on the right the written of NCT on it and the left; the marking of Captain for D.R.E.A.M.S. He waiting until you were done to pull you into the living room/kitchen where Kun was cooking with Sicheng, Ten was sitting on the couch furthest away from the TV, Hendery and Lucas were currently sitting in front of the TV playing Mario Kart as Xiaojun observed from a distance on the couch.
“You’ve been playing this game with Yangyang forever and you still suck!”
“Say the person who can’t drift properly.”
“You both can’t trash talk each other when you both suck,” Xiaojun laughed, adjusting his position on the couch.
“Shut up!”
Your eyes widen when both Mario Kart players tell the other to shut it. You spared a glance at Yangyang who was smiling while leaning against the doorframe. “They’re trash-talking… over Mario Kart?” You whispered. 
“It’s nothing new,” he whispered back, a happy smile on his face.
“Over Mario Kart…” he shrugged his shoulders as you looked back at the tv, watching Lucas horribly losing as Hendery was way ahead of him. He suddenly picks up a blue shell but doesn’t use it. You’ve truly never facepalmed so hard in your life until now.
“Lucas, if you want a chance to win, then use the blue shell on Hendery right now, it’ll stun him for a couple seconds, which will give you enough time to catch up to him,” You quickly say and he does as he’s told, the strategy working and eventually, Lucas winning the game.
He smiled in victory as he said, “thanks (Y/n).” There’s an immediate pause after he says your name. You rolled your eyes, knowing that they all heard you talk and Lucas even mentioned your name, what’s there not to realize.
“You guys are so slow.”
“Nah for real…” you agreed with the youngest as everyone snaps their heads in your direction, smiles beaming across their faces. Hendery is the first to move, getting up and almost falling on the floor, hoping over the couch to reach you. 
You’re met with his warmth, his hug, as he buries his face into your neck and you on his chest. You missed him so much too, it hurts how much you missed them. Hendery wasn’t your student per say, he was already on higher tiers compared to you when you first got to Neo Culture. But then you both waned up in the same tier, tier three and that’s when you both hit it off. He and Lucas became your best friends.
You started tearing up a bit, you weren’t going to lie. It was great seeing Hendery again, you almost forgot how amazing his hugs were too. 
“I missed you so much,” he whispered in your ear, causing your heart to swell in awe. “I missed you more you idiot.”
“It’s you already insulting not even five minutes of hugging for me,” you let out a small laugh, one that’s muffled against the fabric of his shirt.
“It’s you not understanding how much I’ve missed you for me,” you whispered, tears threatening to spill. 
“I hate you for making me cry.”
Hendery laughs under his breath, “honestly me too.” He pulls away, smiling softly down on you as he laughs again, it being a lot more soft this time around, “why are you crying?” 
“Oh, I don’t know… it’s not like I haven't seen you or anyone here for the last six months. It's been rough okay?” You said, groaning and pressing your forehead on his shoulder, “plus I’m not crying, my eyes are sweating. It’s super hot in here, okay?”
You hear a couple laughs behind you as you turn around to see Sicheng and Kun smiling at you as well. You giggle and quickly run up to them, crushing them both into a hug. More tears spill from your eyes, the thought of missing them once again fills your mind.
“You’ve grown,” you roll your eyes at Sicheng’s comment. 
“No, shut up, you can’t say that. You can’t say I’ve gotten taller when you’re literally six feet tall-”
“I think he meant matured (Y/n),” you stay silent for a moment, ignoring the way you just embarrassed yourself by assuming something. 
“No words, truly, genuinely, forget it ever happened.”
They both chuckled as you released them from your hold, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes. Kun and Sicheng have seen you grow into the amazing woman you are today. Both have trained you in both the medical and weaponry field, teaching you all you need to know. You thanked them for everything and unlike 127, who baby you (some way more than others) despite the fact that you all are in the corrupted military, WayV doesn't, hence why you consider them your best friend group.
“You didn’t see me crying,” you said but let out a fit of giggles as someone grabs you from behind, spinning you around and crushing you with a hug. “If you don’t be careful Xiaojun, you’ll suffocate her before Lucas gets to her.”
“Who said I’ll let her go to Lucas?” He said sarcastically, or that’s what you want to think. You know Xiaojun, especially when it came to you, was very much clingy. Which, to anyone else, was unusual, especially for the investigator of the group but he had a lot of reasons to be.
Of course, since you all are involved in the underground activity, it’s bound for one of you to get hurt. You and Xiaojun actually didn’t start off on the right foot, you both just didn’t click. To you, he always was cold and honestly rude towards you. You didn’t really care, at the time that is. That all changed when you both were on a D.R.E.A.M.S mission and you were kidnapped by the enemy; you and twelve others. You had distracted the enemy long enough for him to escape, to get help and to rescue the rest of the lower tiers. At the time, you and he were leading that mission as you both were in the second tier (you just turned 18 and he was turning 18 in a couple of months). 
He promised you that he would come back for you, the guilt was swallowing him whole as he raced his way back to base. When he had come back with reinforcements, you weren’t where he left you, and that’s what scared him the most.
He didn’t know that you were trying to take down the person behind the kidnapping, that is until he heard a gunshot. He remembered his heart bursting in thousands of pieces when he heard it and rushed his way to the location where it was heard. Of course, he wasn’t rude or cold to you for nothing, he just didn’t know how to act in front of you, someone who excelled in all her classes and was one of the strongest and smartest people he knew. So he was more upset with himself that he thought he wouldn’t get the chance to tell you how much he looked up to you before it was too late.
When he got to the locked room and found you lying on the floor, seemingly unconscious, his heart dropped. He kicked the door down and cleared the room before rushing to your side, looking for any injuries which he found, a bullet to the shoulder. 
Long story short, he kept his promise and realized that he was acting horribly towards you for no reason. After you had recovered, you both became very close friends. That being said, Xiaojun is a lot more protective than the rest of WayV, Ten being the least out of the seven men.
“Hey Jun.”
“Hi (Y/n).”
He rested his chin on your head, as you pressed your head against his chest, his heartbeat thumping in your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his waist, holding onto him. It was calming, to say the least, relaxing almost. You both didn’t say anything, you didn’t need to. You just listened to the sound of his heartbeat, letting it fill your thoughts.
You didn’t want to think about how you’ll tell them about what you did. You were still very upset about what happened on your mission, you couldn’t help but feel so much guilt and hatred towards yourself but you needed to hold it in, just until you finish with your small discussion with the cinquet.
“Alright, I’m done,” you lifted your head to see who said it but you were suddenly ripped from Xiaojun’s arms and you were falling backwards on the sofa with his arms wrapped around your waist before falling down the sofa and landing on the floor.
“Lucas!” You yelled but it was muffled by his shirt when you toppled on top of him, your head laid on his chest as your arms were practically pinned against his stomach, limiting your movement and all the air leaving your body as the taller male suffocates you without it crossing his mind. “Xuxi-”
“Lucas, you’re suffocating her,” you heard Hendery complain as Xiaojun scoffs from where you used to be. “And this is why I didn’t want him hugging her. He isn’t going to let go.”
“Of course not, I haven’t seen her in decades.”
“I mean, duh,” you chuckled, “we haven’t been alive for more than three, barely passing the two mark.” You get back up and kick him in the thigh, “that’s for tackling me like a linebacker dumbass.”
“Tennie.”
“Don’t ever call me that again you bitch,” you laughed and gave him a hug when he walked over to you, a smirk on his face. “I’m being serious, what a horrible nickname.”
“It’s cute.”
“It’s horrid, disgusting, pitiful,” whacking you on top of your head, he acted offended while pulling away, “I can’t believe you’d treat me this way, after everything I’ve done for you.”
Ten was your trainer when you first got to Neo Culture, teaching you everything you know from hand to hand combat to weapons to large arms. Maybe he’s the reason as to why your personality resembles his too, you used to hang around him all the time.
With the time passing and catching up with the boys, you realized that it was time to talk to your students in tier two. You weren’t dreading the conversation but you definitely wanted to avoid it as much as possible since you just got back.
“I actually gotta go, as much as I don't want to,” you sighed as you moved away from Lucas’s hold, a small frown on his face. God, you didn't want to leave them already especially since you just got here but you needed to resolve the issue with your second tier students. “I need to resolve some issues with some of my students.”
“But you just got here,” Yangyang protested, his back facing you as he surveilled the food on the countertop.”"Since when are your students more important than me?”
“Screw the kids, just stay here,” you rolled your eyes at Ten, playfully hitting him on the shoulder as he pushed his glasses further up his nose. “I'm not joking; they should be fine. Plus, you taught them how to fight and you learned from the best; me.”
“You both are being selfish,” you say as you shake and turn to the youngest of the group. “And I never said they were more important, which technically they are, but I got my priorities sorted out.” You started walking towards the entrance of the living room.
“Ouch,” whispered Hendery, “could you be any more harsh?”
You ran a hand through your hair, looking at the second youngest with a tired look, “do you want me to be?” He raised his hands in defense as you turned to everyone but the two youngest. “Gimme a few hours and I'll be back. I'll see you guys later.”
Waving you off, you walked out of the living room and made your way towards your office in the D.R.E.A.M.S building.
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DOT bats for more 'fun, safe, sustainable' Laguna
#PHnews: DOT bats for more 'fun, safe, sustainable' Laguna
SAN PABLO, Laguna – The Department of Tourism (DOT) has pledged to continuously promote Laguna as a fun, safe, and sustainable tourist destination with the help of the province’s local government units (LGUs) and private sector.
“I like to say that tourism is everybody’s business, as all sectors of society reap benefits when tourism thrives in a responsible and sustainable manner. For this reason, I would like to thank the provincial and local government units of Laguna, as well as our tourism industry stakeholders, for your steadfast cooperation and collaboration in these efforts to restart tourism,” Tourism Secretary Bernadette Romulo-Puyat said Tuesday.
Puyat was in San Pablo, Laguna to spearhead the hybrid press conference and industry stakeholders’ meeting with Laguna 3rd District representative and chairman of the House of Representatives’ tourism committee Sol Aragones, Governor Ramil Hernandez, San Pablo City Mayor Loreto Amante, and other provincial leaders.
She said the areas of collaboration include the support to the flagship domestic tourism program of the DOT 4A (Calabarzon) called the GREEN Corridor Initiative; product development and enhancement centered on farm, culinary, ecotourism, nature, and adventure; new normal marketing campaigns; provision of capacity building programs; and the strict implementation of minimum health and safety protocols.
“This flagship domestic tourism program aims to spur the recovery and transition of the Laguna Tourism Cluster into the new normal. Upon its launch in April, it will include the city of San Pablo and the municipalities of Liliw, Rizal, and Nagcarlan,” Puyat said.
She added that through its regional office, the DOT continues to conduct on-site inspections of accommodation establishments to ensure strict compliance with DOT health and safety guidelines.
As of January 28, a total of 1,489 accommodation establishments were given the green light to operate in the region, 871 of which are in Laguna.
Anchored on the Bayanihan to Heal as One Act or Bayanihan 2, the DOT extended its commitment to support the affected tourism workers under the Cash Assistance Program, in partnership with the Department of Labor and Employment (DOLE).
As of January 31, DOT-4A has endorsed 596 tourism enterprises, tour guide associations, and community-based tourism associations to avail of the assistance.
Some 252 of these are in Laguna while 23,058 beneficiaries are targeted across the region.
So far, the DOLE-4A has approved 656 establishments, 435 of which directly applied at the regional labor office, while 221 were endorsed by the DOT-4A, the majority, or 160, of which are located in Laguna.
A total of 11,670 beneficiaries were paid a total of PHP58.35 million.
“Laguna’s tourism sector will play an important role in the growth of the Philippines’ tourism industry. Let us do our part to make tourism a cornerstone of the economy, a creator of jobs and livelihoods, and a source of national pride,” she said.
Meanwhile, the DOT-4A has also endorsed one tourism infrastructure project in Liliw for the construction of a Tourism Assistance Center and Green Restroom, and four in San Pablo, including the Doña Leonila Park Improvement and Rehabilitation; Sampaloc Lake Wharf and Floating Stage; Sampaloc Lake lamp posts and trash bins; and city heritage zone and historical sites.
The project is under the D.R.E.A.M.S. (Destination, Restoration, Eco-sustainability, Agri-tourism, Medical Assistance, and Security and Accessibility) thrust of its attached agency, the Tourism Infrastructure and Enterprise Zone Authority (TIEZA).
In the same project, implemented tourism infrastructure include the Tourism Information Center and Tourist Rest Area (Green Restroom) in San Pablo in 2017; the Tourism Information Center and Tourist Rest Area (Green Restroom) in Rizal in 2018; the completion of the Tayak Adventure Park and Nature Park in Rizal in 2018; and the repair and improvement of Gat Tayaw Street by converting the asphalt road to red brick road in Liliw in 2019. (PR)
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References:
* Philippine News Agency. "DOT bats for more 'fun, safe, sustainable' Laguna." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1129381 (accessed February 03, 2021 at 10:42PM UTC+14).
* Philippine News Agency. "DOT bats for more 'fun, safe, sustainable' Laguna." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1129381 (archived).
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keyabi756 · 6 years
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《d.r.e.a.m.s》
Hoy soñé contigo, soñe que todo lo nuestro podría triunfar y que no habría impedimento para estar juntos, soñé que ambos habíamos madurado y que nos queriamos mucho. No se que clase de significado es ese, ni por que me hace soñarte cada noche , día a día, pero confio cariño en que algun día volveremos a estar juntos, es una promesa que no terminara asi de rapido. Siempre juntos pase lo que pase. Aunque todo parezca dificil y se complique en todo momento. Aunque todo el mundo crea que no somos el uno para el otro aun tengo algo de fe que me ayudará a esperar y ser paciente contigo. Te amo demasiado.
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