[sighs all the way to the hospital]

I love that Steven is the hardest pill to swallow for Connie’s mom.

And Connie needs this. She needs her family to support her through all the shit she’s been going through. Because as good a friend as Steven is, sometimes you just need your family.


Okay I need to talk about this.

I feel annoyed with this, but it’s not the episode’s fault in any way whatsoever. It was a good episode, it resolved Connie’s issues with her mother very well and while it was a bit too quick that’s not that bothers me. What annoys me comes from my end, because I wish this happened to me.

I said before that this was hitting too close to home for me. That’s because I’ve been in Connie’s position (altough not as extreme) when it comes to my dad. My parents are divorced, they have been since I was 5 and thank fucking Christ I’ve always lived with my mother instead of him. He’s not… technically a bad person, he’s not an abusive father or anything, it’s just that we literally couldn’t be more different.

My mother is wonderful and I love her and we’ve always gotten along because we have a lot in common. She’s always been very supportive and let me pursue my interests. My dad on the other hand always made it clear that he wanted me to be like him, a real man or whatever the fuck that means. He’s loud, quick to anger, extremely extroverted and very bigoted. But he’s also always treated like a son. He truly, really loves me and wants me to be around. And I do visit him once every month at his house and spend a couple days there, but it still doesn’t feel like home. He always tells me how my mom raised us wrong and how I should go do this and that and start playing soccer or whatever because that’s what men do. He also constantly berates my sister for not having good grades and tells me that if she lived with him she would get 10s in her scool always (even though my sister DID live three years with him and nothing changed in that regard).

He just… couldn’t accept that we were different people than him. And my entire life has been me wanting to make amends with him the way Connie did with his mother, to make him understand that we are different. But that never happens and I just keep getting caught up in a vicious circle of wanting to be around him to make him understand and wanting to be away from him and then feeling guilty in the process.

And now he has a real son, one with my step-mother and who he will be able to raise for real, and just being around that kid makes me depressed. And I feel like shit afterwards for not wanting to be around him and see how he is raised in a family of bigots. And then I end up hating myself and everything around me because family is tricky and you can’t solve that within 11 minutes like what happened here.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m jealous of Connie, and I wish sometimes things worked out this way in real life.

Oh wow what a fucking depressing note to end that in.

Of course Steven is hugging his mother’s sword because it’s the only thing she left him.

Jaehyun - 무한적아 (LIMITLESS)

(Edited! - Thank you to my beta Raisin for helping me out! <3)

I’m still not completely done with the editing but I wanted to release the story with the second part. So yeah, I hope you’ll enjoy my mafia!jaehyun/ mafia!nct scenario, whoop whoop!

Also, English isn’t my mother tongue so I apologise for any mistakes that might occur. 

Length: 5,464 words

Warnings: Mafia AU, Mentions of guns, a lot of swearing.

Ship: ReaderxJaehyung

Originally posted by yuseols

Locking yourself inside the empty building, you couldn’t help but to quietly curse and sigh tiredly. Behind you the heavy door shut close and you groggily made your way to the changing room. The corridors in the basement felt never-ending, the clinical white walls and floor gave off way too much hospital vibes for your taste – you hated the idea of being the only person in the building and you partly blamed the arrangement and partly all of the horror movies you’d stupidly watched when you were younger.

When you first walked into the changing room, you were met with unsettling darkness until the automatic lights started to work. Walking through the maze of lockers, you made sure to spread your arms widely and move them up and down like a fucking bird or something like that so the lights wouldn’t just turn off while you were still inside the changing room – you’d tried that once before and there was no way your poor heart would survive that experience again. Especially not now when you were all alone.

Reaching your own locker, you unlocked the lock with a key from the bunch of keys in your backpack before opening it and reaching for your work clothes.

You weren’t supposed to start your shift already but you’d received a text from your boss earlier in the afternoon, he’d asked you to cover a shift for one of your sick colleagues. Fuck no. But when it’s your boss who asks you, it’s not like you really have choice if you want to keep your job. After all, you were extremely lucky to even have a job in the first place so you’d accepted your boss’ request.

The bank, where you were employed as a cleaner, usually closed at 8PM and you would usually, alongside your colleagues, show up around 3-4AM. So being obliged to begin at midnight, while having a morning class at 8AM the next fucking day, really fucking sucked. But you desperately needed the money.

When you’d put on the blue polo shirt, you tossed your winter jacket and shirt inside the locker before shutting the door of the cupboard close. Before leaving the room, you put your phone and wallet in the back pockets of your jeans since you didn’t want to risk them being stolen.  

Walking out of the changing room, you went into the cleaning room to get one of the cleaning carts. When you’d filled the buckets with warm water and made sure you’d filled the large pail up with cloths and the detergents you needed, you made your way towards the elevator with the cart.

Approximately one hour into your shift, you began to hear quiet noises, which was definitely not supposed to happen as your colleagues wouldn’t arrive until at least two hours had passed.

Letting out a shaky breath, you dropped the cloth in your hand and anxiously swirled around; you swore you heard voices this time, there was no doubting it. You were currently washing the floor on the third level and you’d been hearing the noises since you’d been cleaning the toilets near the entrance on the first level. Something was seriously not right.

Hastily, your eyes flickered from one end of the corridor to the other while your heart was beginning to move upwards to your throat. The result was the same; there was nobody to be seen.

Fucking hell, this was the exact reason why you didn’t want to work alone, damn it!  

For a short moment you stood there in the corridor, paralyzed with fear while deciding what to do. The low voices continued talking somewhere to the left of the corridor but you couldn’t estimate how far the owner of the voices were.

Lots of different possible scenarios ran through your mind, everything from some of your colleagues getting here early to assassin’s looking for you to end you. The last one was ridiculous and you knew it, but you felt extremely vulnerable and exposed, being all alone in the middle of the night. Shutting your eyes tightly and biting your lower lip while breathing deeply, you eventually succeeded in calming down and thinking rationally; it was obviously some of the others who were probably covering shifts just like you were.


Taking off the rubber gloves and dumping them somewhere on the cart, you carefully began walking towards the voices.

At some point, your steps began to feel too loud as it echoed in the long empty corridors but there wasn’t really much you could possibly do. Once you reached the end of the hallway, you turned left once again, slowly moving closer towards the muffled voices. The closer you got, the bigger the lump in your throat grew and the adrenaline was pumping fiercely through your veins.

“H-Hel-“ your voice cracked and you cleared your throat quietly. “Hello?”

No reply.

You passed yet another corner before freezing.     

Your breath hitched in your throat and you brought a shaking hand to cover your mouth while staring at the scenery in front of you. You swore you didn’t mean to gasp vocally, you really did, but you did not expect to see the six men; they all wore tight black clothing, black jeans, boots, and jackets. Moreover, they all wore masks that covered everything from their nose to their mouths and jawlines, and with their hair hidden underneath beanies, caps, hats, it was impossible for you to see anything but their eyes. What really caught your attention though was the firearms they held in their glove-covered hands and taking in the circumstances, they were undoubtedly loaded.

Upon hearing your gasp, they all swirled around, now facing your small frame at the end of the corridor. Not even a second later, six guns were pointed straight at you so quickly that you almost didn’t register it.

Your breath got caught in your throat and you instinctively took a few steps backwards until your back bumped into the wall behind you.

“Hands up!” one of the men yell from behind his mask, the one with the platinum blonde hair and black cap, and as if on cue, your hands shot up over your head, feeling unnaturally heavy and shaking violently. The only sound audible were your quick pulse and you felt dizzy and nauseous all of sudden.

“Wait…” another of the men mumbled, the brunette with a grey beanie, and slowly lowered the gun in his hands. “Is that… (Y/N)?”

If your eyes were wide before, they were surely popping out of your head now as you took in the fact that one of the burglars, one of the criminals with a fucking gun in his hands, seemed to know who you were.

Yeah, fuck no.

You didn’t reply the man, possibly because fear had somehow cut off your vocal cord and your brain.

You didn’t recognise him, seeing as he was fully covered up, obviously because he didn’t want to be recognised in such situations like this one, it was kind of the fucking point, and you were too scared to utter a single word.

The other five men casted a sidelong glance at the man with the beanie, not quite sure what to do just like you.

The seconds were too fucking long and the ignorance of what was going to happen caused you to pant heavily, your heart almost bursting out of your chest.

“You know her?” the man with the blonde hair asked your acquaintance, still not lowering his gun yet, which the other four seemed to follow.

“I,” the man began, still not moving his intense gaze from your frame. “I went to school with her.”  

That certainly caught your attention, despite your mind still being clouded with all of that adrenaline pumping through your veins. Still, although you tried, really tried recognising the brunette standing mere ten meters in front of you, it still didn’t happen.

That’s until-

“Jaehyun?” you whispered disbelievingly with incredulity and shock written across your face. There’s no way this could be Jaehyun, no way this could possibly be the Jaehyun you shared a class with in your Junior year of High School while you were still in Korea when you were younger. That’d literally be impossible. But it was, it was the same brown curly locks that were sticking out from the hem of the beanie, the same warm coffee brown eyes, holy fucking shit-

A distant yet extremely loud crash suddenly boomed through the hall, successfully snatching every one of the men’s attentions.

“Fuck,” Blondie breathed before lowering his gun and clicking on some sort of earphone that was placed in his ear. “They’re here earlier than we expected; I think they used the staff entrance, but please check up on that, Taeil. How do we get out of here if the staff entrance is blocked with their men?”

While speaking he disappeared into the vault room on the right, which you hadn’t even noticed were wide open until now. Thankfully, the other four lowered their weapons too and ran with Blondie, whom you assumed were some kind of leader, to get some cash probably.

Everyone except for Jaehyun; he was standing right in the middle of the hallway, just fucking staring at you like he couldn’t believe you were actually real and here in person.

Running were impossible; with six people aiming their guns at you, you got the memo of not trying to run or some stupid shit like that. It’d be suicidal.

“Decide what you’re gonna do with her, Jae,” Blondie chimed when he returned from the vault room, hastily shoving piles of 50,000 KRW into at least 15 large bags. “But we gotta get out of here right now.”

Still not removing his gaze from you, Jaehyun shot forward and grabbed your upper arm tightly before tugging you along with him. His hold on you was too firm and you couldn’t help but  let out a painful whimper.

“W-Wait, what is going on?” you asked shakily, voice high-pitched with a combination of confusion and fright. Being dragged away by six armed men who you’d just witnessed stealing loads of money didn’t sit well with you at all. “What’s happening?!”

“Make her shut up!” Blondie snapped from where he was running a couple of meters in front of the two of you. “She’s going to get us caught by Woohyun’s people!”

“Listen, I-I’ll explain… (Y/N), I’ll explain everything later, okay? Just please follow me for now, okay? For your own sake.”

Nope. Nu-uh. No fucking way.

“Let-“ you panted heavily while trying to wriggle out of his tight grip on you. “Let go of me, damn it! Fucking let go!” You yelled angrily and despite the anxiety of the situation still lingering within you, anger still managed to flare up in your chest now that you knew Jaehyun wouldn’t harm you.


It’s not like you really talked to him that much in class but still, he wouldn’t harm you in any way, right?

But then again, you hadn’t expected him to take part of a robbery either, so…

“Jaehyun!” Blondie boomed and Jaehyun didn’t wait a second before snatching an arm around your waist and forcefully yanking you along, ignoring your angry screaming and kicking while he apologised over and over and fucking over as if that was supposed to make everything alright.

You were sitting stiffly in your seat in the van, your right shoulder and side pressed against back doors of the van while staring at Jaehyun who was sitting in front of you. While your eyes were filled with terror and anxiety, his was filled with what seemed like regret and guilt and perhaps something more you couldn’t quite place.

All seven of you were seated on benches on each side in the van and except for Blondie and another rather tall man speaking now and then in Korean that were too advanced for your foreign ears, the van was completely silent and only the rumbling of engine was audible.

Jaehyun had taken off his mask at some point and even though he continued staring at you with an intense gaze, he didn’t try bringing up a conversation. In fact, as you watched him sitting on the bench you realised just how different he looked from when you were in high school together; his face was hard and eyes seemed tough, which gave off an intimidating vibe that didn’t sit well with you at all. It was obvious that he’d grown a lot taller and bigger even though he’d already been pretty tall in high school.

He didn’t look like the Jaehyun you remembered. The Jaehyun you remembered was extremely popular with girls as well with guys and it seemed like everybody liked him. Your small circle of friends didn’t really interact with any of his so it was only in your literature class that the two of you got a chance to talk – not that you talked at all really. Whenever you were in class and got eye contact, he’d always send you a charming smile, displaying his perfect white teeth as if that was supposed to woo you. But you weren’t stupid; you knew how sick people could be and you saw no reason why Jaehyun, the Jaehyun, would ever want to interact with you, so you were so sure he was only playing games with you and wanting to humiliate you in front of everybody.

No thanks.

Plus, let’s say you didn’t reject his few attempts to hold a conversation with you – it didn’t really matter anyway because he was always so busy, constantly having something to do, someone to talk to, so him wanting to talk with you because he was genuinely interested was just pure bullshit.

Was it a façade? This tough guy sitting in front of you, could it really be the oh so popular Jung Jaehyun?

There were so much you both wanted to say, wanted to ask but with you being too scared and him having this image thing going on or something, nothing but silence ended up between the two of you.

That was until you arrived at your destination, wherever that was. When you jumped out of the van, rudely ignoring the outreached hand Jaehyun offered as a help, you felt the nausea return to your stomach and the sudden urge to cry was almost unbearable.

But only almost.

There was an enormous building in front of you, which almost looked like a castle with its gigantic pillars on the front of the house – it honestly looked like a Victorian palace with its large windows, a few with dim lights in them. The building had at least three floors but it was still night, which made it difficult for you to see properly. The place was surrounded by trees and not a single city-like sound could be heard, which indicated that you had to be pretty far from Seoul.

The urge to scream and cry out in panic increased even further.

“Let’s get the money inside,” Blondie instructed and each of the boys took a handful of the filled bags before shutting the van closed and heading inside. Even the door was extravagant; the double doors were enormous and decorated with gold in consistent patterns, which took your mind back to the stolen money in the bags.

You didn’t know what to do, whether or not to follow them but considering they brought you along in the first place, you figured you should probably follow them inside. The doors opened and you were met with a huge hall that were extremely high-ceilinged and an enormous chandelier made from gold hanging right in the middle of the hall. An enormous staircase with a red carpet on top of it were situated in the middle of the room as well, leading to the second floor. Looking left and then right, you noticed multiple doors and corridors, all leading in different directions you assumed, and the feeling of power the entire building exuded with its luxury almost overwhelmed you. It was quite terrifying.

When Blondie and his partner in crime, fuck the irony, were just starting to climb the stairs slowly, a group of unmasked guys came running into the hallway, ready to help with the haul. There were at least ten people, all of them being extremely loud and all smiles when they saw the operation went just as planned, despite “Woohyun” apparently showing up too.

They’d succeeded.

The men hugged each other, patted each other on the backs, while chit-chatting and grinning loudly.

They all looked so happy, like they were the best of friends or perhaps even family.

As you let your gaze wander over the men, one of the men especially caught your attention and the lump in your throat re-emerged. His hair was dark, almost black, just like you remembered it. He was certainly dressed cosily in his red and white knitted sweater with different patterns on it and with the grey sweatpants. However, it was when you noticed his face that you began feeling like you’d just been shot right in your heart. The man was all smiles, revealing his slightly crooked canine teeth, which only seemed to make his smiles even more adorable.

An unwilling whimper left your mouth and suddenly you felt foreign in your own body; you couldn’t understand the intense feelings that shot through your entire body, anger, sadness, confusion, and it terrified you to see him of all people being associated with fucking gangs.


The deer-eyed boy snapped his head towards you, the previous smile completely gone as his eyes were wide and mouth hanging open. Shock was written across his face and he almost look scared, despite being surrounded by fucking gangsters or whatever they were.


How on earth could Sicheng be a part of all of this?! Sicheng, who was a part of your small circle of friends in school, whom you’d probably consider being your best friend when you were in Korea, how could he suddenly be hanging out with people like Jaehyun?!

“(Y/N)?” his voice was extremely quiet and he looked like a dog who’d just been whipped.

Nobody interrupted the two of you although Jaehyun did stare quite a bit (a lot).

“What the fuck are you doing back in Korea!?” you snarled angrily, a sudden feeling of betrayal shooting up inside of you. “Weren’t you supposed to go back to China after the school year?”

Your voice was filled with pure venom and although you’d never speak to Sicheng like that, the anger, confusion, and feeling of disloyalty inside you were too much to handle and you couldn’t help but lash out.

Both you and Sicheng had been exchange students in High School for a year and therefore the two of you had shared a lot of your classes because you needed the lessons to be taught in English. The school system in your own country however, was a bit different, so you had to leave Korea a few weeks prior to the others – but the plan had always been that Sicheng would be going back to his home country, too.

What had happened those two weeks after you left?

“I asked him to join,” Jaehyun stepped in. “And that’s all you need to know at this point. But speaking of leaving Korea, what are you doing back here in Seoul? It’s been years.”

Everyone, except for Sicheng, Jaehyun, and you, began to carry the packed bags onto the second floor but not without giving the three of you a sidelong glance. Seeing how everyone just left the three of you alone, you guessed that either Jaehyun or Sicheng had quite the position in this gang-thing.

“What!?” you whispered disbelievingly, turning around to face the taller man and ignoring his question completely. “You dragged him into this shit!?”

Jaehyun didn’t reply, he simply just stared down at your face with his arms crossed and face hard.

Sicheng didn’t interrupt the two of you.

Very wise.

“Answer me, damn it!” you yelled frustratingly, hitting his chest with your fists in pure rage. “Did you involve Sicheng in this!?”

Clearly not happy with your attitude, he shoved your arms away from him by grabbing your wrists too tightly and sneered at you. “I didn’t force him into doing anything. I asked and he accepted. Simple as that. So are you going to blame him too now, huh? Or is it still only me, hmm?”

You tore your wrists out of his grip and sent him a look that could kill but other than that, didn’t comment on his questions, which seemed to amuse him. The stone-cold face turned into a mocking grin and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

You felt like he was toying with you, as if he was the predator and you the prey.  

“Thought so. It has always just been me, right?” he whispered, stooping closer so your faces were only inches apart. “You never wanted to talk to me, isn’t that correct? Only me, even though I’d never done anything that made me look bad or mean. What a fucking saint you were. Are you sure you can’t teach me your sinless way of living, (Y/N)?”

He was playing with you.

“Get away from me,” you hissed through your clenched teeth and took a few steps backwards to separate your bodies while ignoring the smug smile on his lips as he stood up straight again.

“As you wish. But now tell me what you’re doing back in Korea,” he snapped right back at you and the always charming and smiling Jaehyun was completely gone and it was quite frightening to say the least. You’d never seen him upset before. Never. And then it hit you that even though you went to school with Jaehyun, and Sicheng was right next to the two of you, they were mobsters after all and you shouldn’t let yourself feel like you were safe. Because you weren’t. You hadn’t seen them in five years and a lot of things could change in five years, hell, a lot of things had changed in the last five years. And if they would never harm you in any way, why not just leave you in the bank?   

You kept silent, the seriousness of the situation hitting you hard and you found it hard to swallow.

“Tell me why you’re here,” Jaehyun repeated, his voice gentler this time as if he’d realised your fright.

“I’m spending a semester here but I don’t see how that’s anything to you?” you replied quietly, lowering your eyes. “And I really need to go back now, thank you. I have a job to finish and I have a morning class so please, if you’d be so kind.”

“I can’t let you do that now,” Jaehyun sighed, the anger from before slowly disappearing and it sounded like he almost felt ashamed. Taking off his beanie, Jaehyun frustratingly ran his fingers through those brown locks of his while sighing deeply. “You recognised me and you’ve seen too much. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t let you do it. The risk of you going to the police is too high.”

“I won’t say anything if you just let me-“

“I’m sorry, I really am, but I can’t. It’s not me who made the rules. It’s too risky and we’d have to kill you,” his voice quieted down at the last part, clearly not happy with the idea of sending a bullet between your eyes, thankfully.

From the corner of your eyes you saw Sicheng flinch but you choose to ignore it; no way in hell he’d ever get your forgiveness. Sicheng was smarter than this or so you’d thought. You didn’t know whether or not to trust Jaehyun’s words but the way Sicheng didn’t interrupt clearly indicated that Jaehyun spoke nothing but the truth, as much as you wished he didn’t.

You couldn’t go home.

The urge to cry flared up inside you once again while Jaehyun spoke and you were hit with a feeling of helplessness. What were you supposed to do then? If you couldn’t go home or go to work or class… then what?

“What do you want me to do?” you whispered, hating the way your voice cracked and that you almost couldn’t keep your tears from spilling. “I-I have a job, I have r-rent to pay. A-And what about u-uni? I don’t-“

It was when Jaehyun shot forwards, upon seeing your red eyes, and pulled you into a comforting hug that you broke down completely and let the tears stream down your face. Truthfully, you wished the person hugging you were Sicheng but at the same time, you didn’t want to face the man right now. Not that Jaehyun was any better but you took the comfort offered to you despite the man behind the comfort being the reason to your sorrow.

It was really fucked up.

Jaehyun let his palm run down your hair soothingly while whispering quiet, comforting words. His other arm was placed around your waist, gently pulling you closer to his body and you let your head rest on his chest, not caring about the way your tears drenched his T-Shirt.

Jaehyun must have told Sicheng to leave them alone because when your cries had finally died down a bit and you had the courage to look up, he was nowhere to be seen. It was just Jaehyun and you in the enormous hallway.

You didn’t really want to pull away from Jaehyun and the taller man made no indication of wanting to so either. Not that you would know, but to finally have you in his arms, despite the unfortunate circumstances, was something he’d been dreaming of since your very first day in Korea almost six years ago; which was partly why he’d asked Sicheng to join.

Jaehyun’s involvement in criminal affairs had already started when he was very young and when he entered High School, and later on met you, he was well-established in the underworld. Not that he had a big position or anything being that young, but having the background he had and the family relations he had, it was almost impossible for him not to be involved.

Fuck, he’d wanted to speak with you so bad. And it shouldn’t have been a problem at all, Jaehyun knew he was extremely popular, seeing he was able to talk to really anyone and make almost everyone like him. Whether or not it was manipulation on his part or the fact that he was just very likable, it didn’t really matter in the end. What mattered was that it was extremely useful.  It was one of the reasons why his father held so high expectations for him and let him start so young. He would go places; his father had always told him that. And the worst part? He wanted to.

But he was still very young when he’d met you and therefore ignorant and extremely selfish. To him, it was love at first sight; you were everything he wanted and more. You weren’t flashy or snobbish or anything like that. To him, it seemed like you didn’t care about what anyone thought about you and instead of having a lot of friends, you stuck with a few very close friends, Sicheng being one of them. It was just so admirable to him, and in some way he envied you. And although he wanted to talk with you, oh god how much he wanted to just sit next to you and just have a conversation about nothing and everything, he always had something to do and he honestly felt frightened.

Frightened of rejection. Not that he’d ever show, he’d perfected his façade by that time.

He had tried bringing up a few conversations with you here and there but you’d seemed awfully reserved, looking like you were too afraid of speaking with him.

That look in your eye had always stuck him like a knife in the chest, each and every time.

But he was extremely selfish; despite you not showing any interest and how dangerous it would be bringing you into all of this, he didn’t care one bit. Call him foolhardy but he didn’t even think about it for one second. Everything would end up just fine, right? All that mattered was you, you, and you, fuck the consequences.

The year had passed by too quickly with no sign of improvement between the two of you and Jaehyun had begun feeling desperate. He knew you’d have to go back to your own country when the school year was over and the chances of ever seeing you again if the two of you weren’t at least friends were close to zero. And if he couldn’t get through your wall by going straight to you, he’d simply have to turn to your small group of friends. So that’s what he did.

Only a week before the end of the school year, after you hadn’t shown up to your classes for a week, Jaehyun had walked up to Sicheng in the break after their Literature Class and asked about your whereabouts. If the two of you were friends, he’d surely know why you weren’t going to school.

The boy had been understandably surprised that Jaehyun, the Jaehyun, had actually talked to him but when he’d recovered from the quick shock, he’d explained that you had to leave a few weeks earlier and that you were probably back in your home country already.

Jaehyun had felt like he’d just received a punch in the gut.

He was desperate to get in contact with you somehow and the only potential door to that would be through Sicheng, so he’d acted right away without thinking further about the potential consequences.

“Hey Sicheng. I was wondering if you’d like a job. You’ll make a lot of money, trust me. Big money.”

Looking back at it now, Jaehyun knew it’d been a really shitty move, dragging ignorant, naïve Sicheng into the business but back in High School, he felt no sense of guilt whatsoever. He just wanted a ticket to you somehow.

It just fucking sucked that you had to change your phone number when you got back home, and you weren’t on the same socials as Sicheng was.

Thankfully, Jaehyun and Sicheng had grown close over the years, despite Jaehyun not achieving his goal of getting into contact with you. Even though Sicheng was very content with being a part of the gang, Jaehyun knew he’d been really fucking selfish.

Oh well, he guessed that he still was selfish to this very day, seeing how the want and affection for you were still burning as strongly as five years ago.

He still wanted to keep you, to call you his, just as much as he wanted five years ago.

It was you sniffling vocally that snapped Jaehyun out of his thoughts. “What should I do? Where am I staying if I-I can’t go hom-home? A-Are you going to k-kill m-“

Before you could start on yet another round of intense crying, Jaehyun stepped in by kissing your forehead and gently brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“Shh, please don’t worry,” he whispered while gently shushing you. “Please don’t cry, (Y/N). You’ll stay here for the time being, okay? Nothing will happen to you, I promise.”

Upon hearing his words, you couldn’t help but to burst out crying yet again – after all, you were still pretty shocked and extremely emotional, so it didn’t take much to make you bawl your eyes out.

“I-I don’t want to stay here!” you wailed, tightening your grip around his waist. “I want – I want to go home, p-please! I’m gonna fail my subjects, you’re going to m-make me fa-il.”

“Hey hey, relax! Johnny hyung and Hansol hyung are already on their way to your apartment to grab some of your stuff before the police will get there. They’ll bring your books too so you can study.”

“How – how do you know wh-where I live?” you hiccupped.

“When I brought you along, I’d already texted Mark, asking him to check stuff like that. It’s standard procedure.”


They were doing stuff like this regularly.

With all rationality completely gone, you shut your eyes closed and continued crying and seeking comfort in the man in front of you.

“Come on,” Jaehyun whispered gently and kissed your scalp. “Let’s get you settled and warmed up.”

You accepted the support he offered in the form of his shoulder as you leaned against his side as he led you farther into the building.

Slow Dancin’

So basically @imoutofmyvulcanmind bugged me all afternoon to expand on my drabble. After much arguing back and forth, I relented (she is a bad influence)and I figured I would share it with you all as well. Nothing fancy, just short and sweet

Bones x reader 1,956 word(s) of so much fluff

I don’t even know who is interested in this so, apologies if you aren’t:

Tags: @bkwrm523 @arrowsshootyouforwards @fanscribbling @martinawalker @hellhoundsandunicorns @outside-the-government @yourtropegirl @8bit-arc-reactor @starmission

Happy Valentine’s Day once again :)

You sighed heavily and rubbed your face as you made your way down the quiet hospital hallway. You had just finished up a 12 hour surgery, you were exhausted to say the least. You changed out of your scrubs into your regular clothes and made your way out of the hospital.

Bones, your boyfriend, had the day off today, so he had insisted on taking you to work that morning and picking you up after your shift. Completely hating  driving through traffic, you gave no arguments. Feeling glad you took him up on the offer now, given how tired you felt. You made your way out to a bench outside after calling Bones to let him know to come pick you up.

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Imagine: Monster

Originally posted by 30-secs-to-mars

Your P.O.V.

My reflection in the mirror showed me differently. I was at work place Arkham Asylum. My Y/H/C hair was in a low bun and I was wearing a white jacket on a black shirt. It also had my name tag on the left side saying ‘Dr. (Your/SurName’). It was my first day here ever since I moved from LA to Gotham. I was getting a lot of praise and then I was moved here to deal with more difficult patients. One of them known as the Joker that I would talk to now.

I sighed and grabbed my blue notebook and I made sure I had a pen in my pocket. I walked into the halls with two strong armed guards. I had to admit that this asylum was way different than what I was used to. The entry was bright and it looked like a hospital. But here things got darker. Everything was grey or blue like metal and the patients were all alone in white rooms. We stopped in front of Joker’s little room where we was all by himself. I saw green hair that contrasted against his pale skin. “You can go to the office Dr. We’re going to bring him to you” The guards promised me. “Thank you” I smiled and walked away with one glimpse of Joker’s blue eyes. His expression was quite empty as he saw me, but I brushed it off.

Just as I walked away, I heard the door opening. Being the little curious woman I was, I slowed down. The guards called Joker pathetic and I could that they used to force to get him. That was strange. We weren’t allowed to do that to our patients. We had to call them by their names so they wouldn’t get even more hurt and insane.

A minute later I found the room where I could talk to Joker. It was very isolated. There was a table with cuffs on it. Then two chairs opposite to each other. The chairs were black and quite boring. The rest of the room was the same metallic blue and grey with no windows. The door would be guarded heavily ,but I would be left alone with my patients. So I sat down and waited. As I did so,I put my notebook on the table and wrote down the date.

Suddenly the door opened and the same guard walked in with Joker. Seeing him this close was fascinating on it’s own way. I had heard so many things about him, the clown prince of crime. He again looked angry, like he could kill someone if he wanted to. But the white straitjacket kept him from doing that. The guard made Joker sit down and then walked out, leaving us alone.

Our eyes met and I was ready to start our session. “Hello Joker, I am Dr. Y/S/N. I’m your new-” I started with a professional voice, but he cut me off. “Oh shush doll face I have heard that speech so many times. You’re going to ask me how I feel, what I think about this place and then you’re going to dig into my life like a sneaky little rat” He laughed darkly, but at the end of his sentence he got angry looking again. I saw that he had metal teeth. Myths say that Batman knocked his teeth out when Robin apparently died. “If that’s how you feel like it’s going. Would you like to tell me how you’re feeling?” I raised my eyebrow and wrote down what he first said, of course shortly.

“Alright doll face. I feel like this is all a big misunderstanding. I don’t belong here” He started calmly which surprised me. I looked at his face so he knew I was listening to him. So I nodded to encourage him to go on. “I also feel an itch on my leg but I can’t do anything about it” He added and his red lips curved into a smile. It must suck, being restrained like that and then itch somewhere. But it was kinda his own fault. “Well I can free your arms from that jacket if that makes you feel more comfortable. We don’t want you to struggle here now do we” I sighed and stood up. Joker looked at me intensely with his icy blue eyes as I dared to walk over to him. His arms were stuck because the sleeves had been tied tightly. I untied the knots and then watched as he stretched out his arms. “Better?” I asked him and walked back to my seat.

“Yes. Thank you doll face” He said sweetly and then scratched his leg. I didn’t reply. “What brings you to Gotham? Never seen you around” Joker questioned me which was not supposed to happen. “I’m sorry Joker but this is your session. I’m here for my job. Now back to you” I spoke a little sternly and wrote down that he called me doll face. Every little detail was important. Suddenly he started breathing heavily so I could hear how raspy his voice was. “You’re not scared of me” He stated and tilted his head to his left a little bit. I crossed my legs and kept a poker face. “Why do you think you don’t belong here?” I asked him and tried to get back on track.

Suddenly he stood up and walked closer to me. I didn’t mind that he was walking as long as he wouldn’t hurt me or himself. “Everyone here is either dumb or really fucked up” He started and sat on the table. He glanced at my notes and then back at me. “I should be free Y/N” He said my name which let me know he had read my name from the corner of the notebook. Sneaky bastard.

“They call me names..Apparently I’m a monster” He admitted a little sadly. “Why would they say that?” I wanted to know and forgot to write down details. Joker was nearly hypnotizing. He was different. “I don’t know. Batman really hates me dollface. He pushed me in acid, knocked out my teeths, he keeps beating me up yet I am the monster here” He spoke very dramatically. I couldn’t help but to feel a little sorry for him. He had a point.

Joker looked at me again. “I just want to live a good life Y/N” He let me know with a small voice. Suddenly he got closer to me and looked deep into my eyes. “You want that too don’t you?” He breathed out and I felt his breath on my skin. He didn’t like the fact that I didn’t reply. “Do you see a monster in me?” He asked me seriously. I took a good look at him. He was in blue pants and a straitjacket. His hair wasn’t that messy, but he hadn’t put them anyway. I saw a man who was different. He wasn’t really crazy. Most of our patients would call me rude things, try to attack me and say things like they would kill me. I felt like Joker was misunderstood. The guards called him rude things and treated him poorly. Maybe he was right, that he just wanted a normal life?

If he was a random stranger on the streets, talking like that, I’d find him being a flirty and a little different, yet casual person. Not someone who belonged here. Perhaps I didn’t know the real Joker, the one from myths and tales. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Joker suddenly asked me. That was strange. “I don’t. Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked him a question that was quite important. Love changed people. “No” He replied shortly.

“Stand up please” Joker pleaded me. I was a little nervous because his arms were free, but I was positive he wouldn’t hurt me. So I stood up in front of him. Joker was taller than me so I had to look up so I could see his eyes clearly. Joker walked closer to me which caused me to take steps back. Suddenly my back was against the wall and Joker was right in front of me, AKA a person locked up apparently for killing and robbing. He was known as a psychopath.

“Help me out of here” He whispered quietly. My heart jumped to my throat. What the fuck should I do? If I’d say no, he could so anything. If I said yes and I wouldn’t really help him, he would be mad.“What do you m-mean?” I stuttered which was very bad. It made him smile widely. “You know it dollface” He purred and put his right hand on my hip. “This is unprofessional Mr J. We should sit back down” I tried to speak clearly. But he saw through me like glass.

Suddenly I felt his hand lowering until he touched my inner thigh. My breathing got a little quicker and I tried to walk away. Just as I tried to step away, he grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the wall. He got so close to me that our noses nearly touched. “Dollface..you could do a tiny miney favour for me” He said deeply. I gulped and looked into his eyes. His irises were big and it made his icy eyes look darker. Realization washed upon me and I realized that this Joker was good with minds and playing tricks.

“I need a gun” He whispered lowly so the guards could never hear it. My eyes widened at his words. Okay, he was nuts. But he was also hot which was wrong to think about. “If you would be a good girl and give me a gun, I will promise that I’ll never kill you” He tried to make a deal. “What if I don’t?’'I wanted to know, just to get to know him better. His smile faded and he looked mad. ’'Then you’ll die when I escape this hell” He hissed darkly. Something about this position and knowing how wrong this was turned me on. “Well Mr. J you’ll have to wait and see” I smirked and suddenly felt alright being so close to him. “I like you Y/N” He admitted and then smiled back at me. “That’s good since we’re going to have plenty of sessions Mr. J” I let him know. Then out of the blue he pressed his lips on mine.

First my eyes widened, but I shut them so I could feel the warmness from his lips.This was so wrong. Damn I would be fired if anyone would find out, but it felt fucking amazing. JOker pressed his body closer to mine and suddenly I felt a boner against my body. Our lips parted and he stepped back. “Let’s finish this session Doctor” He said with a cheeky grin and walked back to his chair. I bet my face was a shade of crimson red. I cleared my throat and got back to my seat.

“I can’t wait til our next session dollface. I feel like you’re going to bring me a surprise”


Writer: @theoutsidersstory

Paring: Johnny x reader, ponyboy x reader, Gang X Reader

warnings: Sadness.

You stepped into the house owned by the curtis brothers. All of them were howling and patching each other up but it all was a blur to you. Your arm was around ponyboy who was still beat and bloody. he shook under your touch, crying silently.

“Ponyboy?.” Darry got up, beginning to make his way to Pony to scold him for not going to the hospital like he should of.

You shook your head sadly before ponyboy had collapsed onto a chair around the boys.

“Y/n?” darry looked at you, confused.

“it took all you had not to start bawling like a baby, little tears fell down your face as you looked down.

“Y/n, Sugar..” Soda questioned, all the boys watching you, “Where’s Dally?’

you mumbled a quiet response which made Two bit sigh.

“What’s that?” 

“Johnny..Dally left us..Because, J-Johnny’s dead..” You chocked on your tears as they spilled from your eyes, pony cried too.

“what?” All the boys stood up, their faces stricken with pain.

“he told me he’s not coming back for me..Dally’s gone.” you cried, “And johnny, oh god.. he was fine, getting b-better. Now he’s just gone!” you cried out.

“No..Y/n.” Steve pulled you into a hug and soda rubbed your back.

“Me and Dallas were going to leave with Johnny tonight! Find him better care, W-we..” You couldn’t continue, it all hurt too much, tears wouldn’t stop and everything was falling apart around you.
the gang hugged you as Darry talked to Ponyboy. The room was full of heartbreak and your whole body ached. Soda held you tightly in his lap with Steve and two on your other sides. suddenly, the phone rang and the room only got tenser.

{Part two coming soon!}

Killing me - Antoine Griezmann

Guys, this is another Song inspired Imagine its Killing me by Luke Sital-Singh. I just finished writing it and I’m actually pretty happy with the result and I hope you like it x I’m thinking about maybe writing a  second part???

Originally posted by antogriezmann

I sighed as I wandered down the all to familiar hospital corridor. The hospital staff gave me an enthusiastic smile like they always did when I came here. I used to come here every day but from time to time it became less. There were a lot of games and I just couldn’t handle it to see her anymore. So I stayed away for a while but my love made me come back.

I pushed the door open to see her lay the same way she had been laying for 1 year. I sighed as I took one of the chairs at the wall and put it down beside her bed. She looked so peaceful and her chest going up and down was honestly the only thing which reminded me that she was still alive somehow.

I took her hand in mine and stroked it carefully with my thumb. I watched her as she was just laying there, her just going up and down, her eyes still closed. She looked exactly the way like I left her last week.

Sweet heart, would you wake up today?
I promise, you would recognize my faith

I pressed my lips together for a moment and closed my eyes sighing. It has been almost a year ago when her and me wanted to visit my parents. We woke up super early on that day. We drove to the airport and from there on took the flight to France. I remember everything exactly like it was yesterday. The way from the airport to my childhood home wasn’t that long and it was in the middle of the day but some stupid guy still managed to be drunk and was driving directly into her. And if I would have been able to take it all on me, protect her than I would have. But I wasn’t. She sat on the left side and I sat directly beside her,our fingers intertwined. We were so happy to see my parents and to get away for a little while. As the guy was hitting us from the left side.

We called the ambulance as soon as possible, she was hurt and blood was running down her face but she was still alive by then she cried but she still talked to me.

That was the last time I talked to her in a year. And I could not put into words how much I missed her. I just wanted to talk to her and see her again see how she smiles and show her what has changed and how I grew into a different person. How I was still playing for Atletico, her favorite club, even through there had even quiet some offers. I wanted her to be proud.

I wanna show you, how I’ve grown in this place
In this place, I’m not alone and I know I’ll be okay

I opened my eyes again and looked at her, how much I wished she would open her eyes and look at me with her soft eyes and a smile playing on her full lips.

It was hard for me at the beginning, especially because I sat in the car beside her. I still had bruises from that day and the doctors told me I had a lot of luck but that didn’t mean anything for me knowing that she was not alright. It was December right now the months have passed surprisingly fast. In two weeks the accident was one year ago and I honestly didn’t knew how I should feel about that? It was winter again. And last winter she was still with me at least apart of it.

I always wondered how different my life would be if she was still with me now. I sometimes wonder how it would be if she wouldn’t wake up again. The doctors didn’t tell me but I think they lost their hope weeks ago, I think they’re only keeping her alive because of me. I couldn’t imagine a life without her and it was true but I almost grew used to that already. But the hope was still there reminding me that she could still wake up every second.

Whenever my phone rang I hoped it was the hospital telling me that she woke up, only sighing disappointed when it was just some out of my family complimenting me on my win. Which I couldn’t even be truly happy about because she was not with me.

But it’s always harder, when the winter comes to stay
When I can’t help but remember, all the words I’d never say

Everyone told me it was not my fault and it was the drunk guys fault, who died by that accident. But I couldn’t help and feel guilty too. Because she was coming with me to visit my family. She could have just stayed at home and it would have been me laying on that hospital bed. I knew feeling guilty and talking me into this was not helping me or her or anyone I just didn’t knew what to do anymore. It was killing me how she was not with me anymore.

And it’s killing me, that you’re not here with me
I’m living happily, but I’m feeling guilty

I pressed a kiss to her hand rubbing it with my thumb once again. Oh what would I do to see her smile once again. To hear her talk to me, hear her laugh, feel her lips on mine, feel her arms wrapped around me, once again.

Sometimes I even imagined her walking into the room, siting beside me or talking to me and it was not after a night of drinking. It was in the middle of the day when I just came home from training, sitting on the couch where she would be laying on the couch watching some trash tv and she would be asking me how training was. I would tell her that I missed her and we would cuddle all day. I sighed as I thought about many of our memories. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop loving her, even after a year.

Oh you won’t believe, the wonders I can see
This world is changing me, but I’ll love you faithfully

Everything seemed different to when I compare it to a year ago. Or maybe it was just me thinking it differently but in reality it was pretty much. But everything seemed different, grey in some kind of way or maybe even taller or maybe I just felt smaller as the time was rushing by and standing still all at the same time.

Everything is taller these days
Or maybe I feel smaller and time rushes away

I thought about her waking up and bringing her back home. How would she react to the family who moved in beside us? She loved kids, she even baysitted sometimes. And the family beside us had 6 kids, she would surely love that. They were always outside and laughing which made me smile sometimes, it reminded me of the times I was playing outside like a little kid with her by my side. I knew her all my life maybe that’s why i was so heartbroken right now. We’ve never been apart for long, only when I had away games or she was visiting her family or something.

There’s so much I could show you
Oh, the great grandchildren have been laughing like we did when we were young Oh, I’ve been laughing like we did when we were young

And even through it maybe hasn’t changed that much compared to last year when she was still there it felt different. My life felt different. It didn’t feel as colorful as it used to. She was my sunshine and I guess that was just missing. It was killing me how she wasn’t with me anymore. And I didn’t knew what the plan of the doctors was. I mean they couldn’t keep her here forever right?

I mean I payed money and she even got a single room because I paid more but they surely couldn’t keep her forever and I didn’t even knew if I wanted her to stay like this forever. It wasn’t healthy not for her and for me neither.

But it’s killing me, that you’re not here with me
I’m living happily, but I’m feeling guilty
Oh you won’t believe, the wonders I can see
This world is changing me, but I I’ll love you faithfully

(I do not know if that is how Antoine feels about religion. remember this is fictional)
I closed my eyes once again. I didn’t thought much about god and religion. I respected people more than anything who believe in god and were religious but it just wasn’t anything for me. But right now it was the only thing that was maybe helping me. I wished shooting stars away and anything that was any old tradition, nothing was helping so I did try it. I prayed.

And I begged god to bring her back to me, because I missed her. And it was killing me how she was not with me.

Yeah, it’s killing me, that you’re not here with me
I’m living happily, but I’m feeling guilty

I opened my eyes again and looked at her she was still laying there her eyes closed and her chest falling up and down relaxing, nothing has changed.
I sighed I put her hand back in the bed and got up from my seat, I put it back to the wall and just stood their watching her for a moment. I sighed as once again my imagination was going crazy with me and I saw her eyes opening. I blinked a few times. Oh what was happening to me? I was really beginning to go crazy, I thought. I rubbed my eyes and looked at her again, as her beautiful soft eyes were finally starring back into mine.

Oh you won’t believe, the wonders I can see
This world is changing me, but I’ll love you faithfully

Solangelo au fic

Inspired by: Teacher au where all their students ship it

Nico had begun to lecture his class when he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Come in… Will! What are you doing here?” he asked, his cool professional demeanour slipping under the unexpected presence of his flat mate in his class room. “I thought you had a shift this morning?”

Will grinned shiftily at him and presented a plastic bag in an embarrassed fashion. “You forgot your lunch so I thought I’d drop it off on my way to the hospital.”

“Will,” Nico sighed, exasperated “I could have just picked it up during my free period, you know.”

Will gave him a dopey grin, “I know, but I thought you’d want to save on petrol.”

“Right, well thanks, I guess. Now if you don’t mind.” He gave a pointed nod at his class, all of whom were watching the exchange in unnatural silence, and opened the door to see Will out.

“Right.” Will echoed, giving him a jaunty wave. “See ya tonight!”

“Have a good shift.” Nico called after him and shut the door on Will’s mock pained expression, an amused smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.

The class burst into a flurry of whispers the moment the door was closed and Nico marched back to his desk to find where he was in his notes. Clearing his throat he addressed the class again.

“As thrilling as you may or may not find thermal energy, it is part of the syllabus and does required your undivided attention…” 

The students fell silent again. Except…

“Sir? That was the first ever time I have seen you smile.”

“And it shall be the last time you see me smile, Alicia, if you fail your physics GCSE.”

The girl at the back lowered her hand but continued talking as if uninterrupted.

“Is he your boyfriend, Sir?” 

Nico gave a long suffering sigh. “No, Alicia, he is not. Now can we ple-”

“I think he wants to be, Sir.” Interrupted a boy in the 3rd row, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at his teacher.

“I seriously doubt it.” Nico replied dryly.

“So why are you seeing him tonight then?” Another student called out, and the class burst into stifled giggles.

“Because he is my flat mate, Samuel, and my friend.” Nico raised an eyebrow. “Surely even a teacher is permitted to have friends?” The rest of the class laughed at Sam. Sam bristled.

“Looked like he had a bit more than friendship on his mind…”

Nico rolled his eyes, “and what gave you that idea?”

“Sir,” piped up a girl in the front row, “He did just go out of his way to bring you your lunch. I mean, the hospital is on the other side of the city.”

“And look!” Cried the girl next to her, peering round the side of he desk at the fallen lunch bag. “He put a note in it too!”

The entire class cheered as the first girl sighed, “How romantic!”

Nico felt the tip of his ears heat up and looked to the TA for support, but she was stifling her guffaws behind her hand at the back of the room. Nico pinched the bridge of his nose as the class burst in chatter.

“Do you think he’s going to ask you out?”

“If he doesn’t, can I ask him out?!”

“He’s well hot, you should bags him while you can!”

“Sir, do you fancy him too?”

“Alright” Nico snapped. “You’ve had your fun, now can you please focus on the lesson?!”

He turned to the board and heard, “Looks like we hit a nerve…” muttered from somewhere behind him.

He blushed and smiled at his Thermodynamic notes. Maybe he would take the plunge tonight and ask Will out on a date, after all - what’s the worst that could happen?


Gif source:  Peter

Imagine being another patient in the hospital where Peter was treated after the fire, and you go in his room and just talk to him every day while you are both healing, because when you hold his hand your pain fades.

——— Request for anon ———

“Well, Mister Hale,” you sigh softly like you had all the other times you’d come to his room to visit him, taking the hand that wasn’t burned gently, “they say I can go home next week, if the way I’m healing keeps up. Apparently I’ve got all the doctor’s baffled at how fast I’m getting better.” You smile, brushing back a bit of his hair as you continue, “But between you and me, I think you’re the reason I’m doing so well. Perhaps it’s just the getting to talk to someone, but whenever I’m talking to you, I don’t feel as sick.”

You look down at the hand you hold, placing your other one on top of it as you lean back in your chair to prepare to tell him all about your day, just like all the times before, “I think your son was here the other day. Young boy, with dark hair. He didn’t stay long, from what I noticed. I don’t think he said much either. Don’t worry, though— the way he looked at you— he loves you, Mister Hale. I’m sure you’ll be okay. Maybe not right now, but someday, you will be okay.”

#Dharkness #BDBRW

(Tonight was like any other night; I was awake before the sun had set trying to shake the recurring dream I had nightly going back to when the raids took everything I knew and loved away. I was in the clinic that night, and of course of all nights my transition started the while I was cleaning at the hospital. Yeah, my parents had set up a job cleaning the clinic during the day hours since the sun wasn’t so harsh on me yet, except when mine started I was alone, in the basement putting away all my supplies and getting ready to leave. Lucky for me a few nurses found me on the floor, and next thing I knew I was on a gurney and the fucking pain was like a ton of bricks landing on top of me, breaking every bone in my body….. I let out a weak sigh and made my way to my kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee, that was long ago, and now I didn’t even work at the clinic any longer, I worked at Zerosum now, and I am sure my parents were not happy about that well, that is if they were still alive they wouldn’t. I leaned against the sink; ankles crossed as I finished my coffee,  I needed to the shower,  wanting the hot spray wash away the images of what was left once I got back to my house. After a couple of days and the mess was cleaned up I was going through all their personal belongings when I came across a letter sealed in an envelope with my name typed on it. It had confirmed all I had expected; I was not born of her womb, nor any lineage of my father. I honestly don’t remember the years of my youth; they are all a blur.

I was dressed and out the door in record time. Jumping in my ride, blaring the music getting lost in the words I made my way down the streets of Caldwell. They were alive tonight, hookers, junkies and the drug dealers. Everyone wanted something, and the cost could very well be your life. I kept an eye out for the pale ones as well. They would be, no doubt out trying to take over the seedier business of the city. I drove down the side alley, across the street from ZeroSum where the employees parked, hitting the locks on my hoopty ride of a car and made my way to the side entrance by the time clock. Patting myself down once last time, you never came to work without packing some kind of heat. My weapon of choice was a simple pistol. I was an excellent shot, something that seemed to run through my blood. I never really had to practice a lot it came naturally. I checked the schedule and seen I was working security back by the bathrooms. That is the place all the working girls took their action. I suppose if the person flashed the right amount of cash. Of course, they all had code words and if that didn’t work a single scream would send me flying down the hall. It was usually the humans who thought they could get one up on the girls and take their money, not in this bar if they only knew of my world they’d think twice before ripping the ladies off.

My night went without a hitch, and I was clocked out and bouncing out. I had already walked the females to their cars as ordered and realized I left my jacket back at the bar. I half jogged back down the darkened alley and was not a few feet to the side door when a bright light glowed from beneath a hooded robe, almost blinding I knew right away who it was. I was always told about the glow of the Scribe Virgin and instructed to bow immediately and show reverence. Down on bended knee, my head down not casting my eyes upon her I was a bit nervous. Why would the Scribe come to me, when the next thing drilled into my head as a youth came rushing forth. Never as of her a question. I tried to clear my mind instantly. I waited in that position. Her voice rang out, and I listened without word. “Dharkness, I have had my hand on you since you were in the womb. I found mercy upon you because of the love of your Mahmen. You have a calling on you, and now it is time you pay it forward.” I had so many thoughts and questions in my head that were pounding to break free. I clenched my teeth tight fighting the urge. “You are to report to the Brotherhood and fight for the greater good. It will not be easy, but you must make your way. You are born of Warrior blood, and Warrior blood you shall fight with.” I was so confused, Warrior blood? Did she know about the past that played Deja Vu in my mind? Oh hell, of course, she did!  That was it; I had to ask, I raised my head so fast, only to see an empty alleyway. I mouthed ‘what the fuck’ was this even real? Hell, if my life was going to change I at least wanted to be able to ask questions.

I made it back home, still in shock with the events that happened in the alley. In the back of my mind, I knew it was real; you don’t experience something of that magnitude and question it. I had no loose ends to tie up, so I would be setting off to try and join the Training Program with the Brotherhood, but how does that even happen? I guess after a good nights sleep I would figure that out tomorrow.)



It’s not a lie -Part 2

Days passed then soon weeks passed but still Cam had not made an effort to talk to you. You didn’t know how to get over him. It was hard knowing that you still loved him very much.

Today was your first ultrasound. Excitement filled you but at the same time you were saddened by the fact that Cameron would not be able to share this moment with you.

You sighed making your way to your car and driving to the hospital. You took a seat in the waiting room after talking at the front desk.

“The wait will be about 10-20 minutes” the elderly woman told you and gave you a small smile.

You managed to smile back before you took out your phone messing with it carelessly. In reality all you wanted was for Cam to call you or message you.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)” the woman called. “Follow me please” she said starting to walk towards one of the rooms.

You followed behind her at a steady pace and she led you to a room.

The doctor shortly arrived and smiled. “Nice to meet you (Y/N), how are you doing?” she asked with a smile.

After the procedure she asked you if you would want a copy of the picture. You smiled nodding and wiping away the happy tears.

“Is your boyfriend or husband helping you with your pregnancy?” the doctor asked in a calm voice.

You stared at the floor shaking your head.

“No” you muttered quietly.

Thankfully, the doctor left it at that and didn’t press you further in asking questions.

“Okay that will be all” she said. You nodded and she handed you the picture. You took the picture holding them close to you.

You started walking away from the hospital and took your car driving home. You decided to stop at Starbucks.

You smiled sadly when you remembered memories here with Cam. You went inside ordering before taking a seat. After a while they called your name and you smiled taking your drink.

You took a seat again and after a few minutes you felt someone speak.

“(Y/N)?” the voice asked. It was a familiar voice that you would never forget. It was Cam’s voice.

“Cam.” I muttered turning back to my drinks.

“Can I sit here?” he asked but there wasn’t really a chance for you to answer since he took the seat anyways.

You nearly finished your drink before getting up to leave. Cameron though pulled your arm to stop you from going. You were trying to get out of his grip in the process knocking your drink down along with your purse. The contents spilled out revealing your ultrasound pictures.

Cameron released his hold and gasped.

“(Y/N) w-what i-is that?” he stuttered, his eyes wide as he stared at the ultrasound pictures.

100 Themes of Leslie & Ben Chapter 85 - Spiral

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“Why have you suddenly taken an interest in Grandma Eliza’s chicken soup recipe?” Julia Wyatt’s voice came from the receiver. “I remember trying to teach you, Henry and Stephanie how to make it and you weren’t interested at all.”

Ben sighed into the phone and rolled his eyes. “I told you. There’s a crazy flu around Pawnee and this soup seems to combat any illness. Plus I’m older, I like to cook, and I want to learn how to make it.”

It had been a weird day. From having to drag Leslie to the hospital when she had finally succumbed to the flu, to watching her walk down the corridor like she was drunk, trying to navigate her way, to being in pure awe of her as she delivered her speech clearly and confidently, and with no hint of the flu whatsoever.

Ben was in a daze after he had finished up all the questions at the Chamber of Commerce. He drove back to Chris’ condo in Indianapolis to look after it while Chris was also battling the flu. He stood in the kitchen for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts together, but it was no use.

His brain was going crazy, flowing into a warped spiral where he could only think about Leslie, her speech, and her sunny blonde hair. His heart pounded hard in his chest, and seemed to beat out her name.

He tried to hell himself that this wasn’t possible, that he couldn’t be falling for Leslie. Not a few months ago was she calling him a jerk and glaring at him whenever he entered the room. And he didn’t think much of her either and her aggressively fierce passion for her job.

But right now, trying to take deep breaths and compose himself, he could only think of one thing.

How she was in the hospital, alone and miserable and sick, and he wanted to help her get better.

That led to calling his mother up in Minnesota. Telling her that he really needed the recipe to his great, great grandmother’s chicken soup that had been passed down in their family for generations.

“Have you chopped the vegetables?”

“Yeah” Ben replied to his mother. “Carrots, celery, an onion. Is that everything?”

“That’s it. Now you’re going to want to put the chicken in whole in a pot of cold water and wait for it to boil. Then leave the chicken for about two hours in the water to cook. That should give it plenty of time to season the soup. If you have any parsley too that will go nicely in it” Julia explained.

“I have dried parsley?” Ben asked, holding up a jar of herbs from Chris’ pantry.

“That will work” Julia said. “Just make sure you keep an eye on it and make sure to skim the froth off every ten minutes or so.”

“Alright. Thanks, Mom” Ben said, smiling softly as he pressed the phone closer to his eyes.

“No worries. And I hope your lady friend likes the soup.”

Ben blushed. “Oh. There’s no…this isn’t-”

“Benjamin. I’m your mother. I know very well when you are trying to impress a girl. I mean remember everything that happened when you fell for Cindy Eckert.” Julia said with a soft laugh.

“I know,” Ben sighed. “But this is different…she’s…I just wanted to make her something so that she’d feel better.”

“I understand. I’m sure she’ll love it. I have to go but if you run into any trouble just call me again, you know I love to hear from you.”

“I know, Mom. I love you.” Ben said.

“I love you too, Benny.”

Ben set his phone back on the table and watched as the soup bubbled away nicely. He then looked over at the chopping board covered with vegetables, waiting to be added to the soup.

He frowned. Maybe he’d have to get some waffles from JJ’s to try and ease the pain of all the vegetables. He knew that Leslie would not be happy with that.

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I decided to come back with a small fluff drawing :3c It’s great to be drawing again! I’m sorry that the hiatus was way longer than I expected, because school just…threw me in hell this week u-u

But hey I’m back at least! :D Thank you for waiting on me UwU

Hey it’s @ladycynthiana ‘s birthday!! So I guess I’ll give this drawing for her :3 Have a good birthday! :DDD


39. Panic (One Word Prompt)

It was the final for the Qudditch Cup, Gryffindor Vs Slytherin. You went to support your friends and boyfriend George. He had been stressing about the final for days and you knew you had to support him. You were sat in between Hermionie and Ginny. 

Some point during the game, George had spotted you, however he did not see the buldger coming his way. By the time you had registered what had happened, George was lying on the ground in pain. All you could do was panic, worried about his condition.

He was carried to the hospital wing and you stayed by his side till he woke up. You were slowly drifting off to sleep when you heard a grunting so you moved closer to George’s side. 

“What happened?” He asks, while rubbing his eyes. 

You sigh, “You got hit by a buldger”.

He smiles slightly, “I’m fine. Did we win the cup”.

You chuckle, “Yes we did. Now sleep. You need your rest”.

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“So, there was an accident.”
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“So, there was an accident… With Y/N.”

That was all Kylo could hear, panic and worry settling into his chest as he strode out of the room, knocking whoever was in his way. He didn’t wait to hear what had happened, who had done it, or how you were faring. He had to see it for himself. He had to know you were okay.

“She’s in the infirmary, sir,” a soldier informed him as he stepped into the main hangar. 

Turning on his heel, Kylo made a beeline to the ship’s hospital and sighed in relief as you laid peacefully on one of the beds. 

You smiled at the sight of him, knowing he was probably worried sick. “Hey, you.”

“You’re okay,” he sighed, relieved and clutching on to his chest.

“Obviously,” you rolled your eyes. “Didn’t you hear the rest? Or did you just run as soon as you heard that I had been in an accident?”

Kylo looked chastised, even with his mask on. You beckoned him closer to you and patted the space on the bed right next to you. He went to you without hesitation, taking off his helmet to be able to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he said with a tiny smile. “What happened?”

“Nothing big,” you said, waving his question away. “I’m fine. You didn’t have to come all the way over here.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he said as he cupped your cheek. 

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“You know what I hate about galas?”

“No, Tommy,” Oliver sighed as he took a sip of champagne. “But I’m sure I’m about to find out.”

“All these gorgeous ladies… wearing long, impractical dresses. So many wasted opportunities.”

“That’s because you’ve never been inventive,” Oliver couldn’t help but smirk.

“I am very… very inventive. I even invented a new sex position, remember?”

“The girl ended up in a hospital, you broke the sink, caused a flood in Raisa’s kitchen and she spanked your naked ass with her rolling pin. It’s pretty hard to forget.”

“… I had such great plans for that rolling pin,” Tommy said dreamily, gazing into emptiness.

“Let’s be thankful she threw it away then. And remind me to never eat pastry at your place.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll hire a real pastry chef for your wedding cake.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “For God’s sake, Tommy…”

“I know. I know. You’re single. You and Felicity aren’t a thing anymore. I’ve heard it the last 97 times you told me.”

“And here I was hoping 98 would cut it…”

“Sorry, I’m just… wondering. You know she was invited here tonight, what if she came with a date, are you gonna be fine with that?”

“She’s not-” Oliver started, before stopping himself. “Felicity has every right to come with a plus one. And we’re both adults.”

“So… you wouldn’t be mad? Or jealous? Or mopey?”

“No, Tommy. I wouldn’t.”

“So if I want to offer her a drink, no biggie?

“No biggie, Tommy.”

“And if I ask her for a dance?”

Oliver shook his head. “You’re not gonna do that.”

“I could.”

“But you won’t.”

“And why? She is smart, funny, drop dead gorgeous in that red dress, and I’m pretty sure you’d rather she dances with me than with the dozen creepy dudes drooling over her right now,” Tommy explained innocently, his eyes fixing a point over Oliver’s shoulder. “Damn, man. You’re the stupidest dude on the face of the earth, you know that?”

Oliver forced himself to stay still instead of turning around instantly like he was dying to. He glared at Tommy, then discreetly shifted on his feet until he could glance behind him.

His hand stiffened on his glass of champagne when he saw her.

She was impossible to miss. Even if his eyes weren’t automatically attracted to her, he would have seen her right away.

I can’t believe I was relieved she wasn’t going to wear the gold dress…


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one of my favorite scenes in the webtoon and i also believe its one of the few scenes that gives the reader an insight into yoo jung’s messed up psyche is his reflective musing when he strolls through the empty hospital corridors. he stands still and just breathes a sigh of relief at how quiet the world finally is. yoo jung, for all his cold demeanour and manipulative ways, for his reductionist thought processes,, simply wishes to be left alone. he wants the world to be quiet and its at odds with his social standing at university and society. it doesnt excuse his actions but it certainly explains his initial impression of seol and his general disdain for most people.

anyways, i wished they had kept that in the drama.


13. Hurt (One Word Prompt)

He blamed himself. He hurt you. You shouldn’t have been there but you needed to help him. He loved you and couldn’t stop blaming himself for putting you in harms way. He sat by your hospital bed, not leaving your side at all. 

His mum walked in, sighing when she saw him, “Scott, you need to rest. You haven’t slept in days or eaten. I’m getting worried and Y/N wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

He sighs, rubbing his eyes, “I know but I can’t leave her. It’s my fault she’s lying here. I’m not leaving till she wakes up.”

His mother sighs, resting a hand on his shoulder, “I’m going to grab you something to eat. Get some rest.”

He smiles slightly, “Thank you mum.” 

His mum left the room, getting him something to eat. He knew his mother only wanted the best for him but he couldn’t leave you.

*long irritated sigh* OKAY LISTEN UP!

- Ishida is highly moralist, for the start he got stabbed in an attempt to save his friend’s humanity.

- So far minus Hollow Ishida has never kill anyone, he spared Thunderwitch, he spared that underground arrancar guy, yes he attempted to Kill Mayuri but remember after shot him down he said “he will let him go if Mayuri apologize for everything he’s done” despite the hate against that guy.

-Also broke his father promise to save his friend.

-Remember that time Ishida was hospitalized yet travel all the way to help Ichigo in fullbringer arc?

-And he attempted to shut Ginjou up knowing Ichigo would break knowing Soul society’s conspiracy too.

- He could have aim for Yoruichi’s head, or use more powerful arrow, instead it’s that little baby arrow to her shoulder which she just pull out like it was nothing in the later panel. It was Ywarch and that ellite four guy who seriously injured her.

-He said it himself at the beginning that he himself too was not approve of the Quincy action 200 years ago and he’s actually agree with Shinigami’s term it was their inefficient working that cause his grandfather’s death that drove him to hate them. It’s not like if the  evil quincy army randomly show up just jump side.


-Even the quincy seem to know that Ishida is not loyal to them, Harshwald already confronted Uryu about this in which he neither confirmed or denied it.

-For crying out loud Ywarch kill his mother.

- AND Ishida REALLY love his grandfather, and what Ywarch is doing is against everything grandfather had taught him and his wish about wanting Shinigami and Quicncy to work together and Ishida already realized that back in book 6 so he’s not going to loop back to square one is he? 

-I still hold on to that time when Mizuiro mentioned that Ichigo and Ishida are a lot a like, there also other scene that I think is hinting that Ichigo and Ishida shared a lot of same mind set, only act different

- SO far Ishida’s responds were no where near that of antagonist’s, tell Ichigo to leave instead of threaten to kill him, even in this chapter, his respond to raging Ichigo was always calm.

-remember that sad face he made at the beginning of this arc when he refused to come with them and that “I’m well aware of that” respond to Ywarch “don’t you going to say anything to your friends, it is going to be forever”

-True ishida has that immature bratty side the fit going all about the Quincy pride his teen-ish angsty age which let he be a reckless bastard sometime, this can be the case to if he plan to kill Ywarch but remember, Ishida is intelligent and calculative, not to be taken lightly, 

- Especially when Kubo chooses to hide Ishida’s intention up to this point and refuses to show whatever is going inside this boy’s head but write all those scenes with the nakama assuming Ishida has betrayed them

-So I can’t see ishida just casually let the end of the world happen without any plan in his head. Even if it was to avenge his mother, sacrificing all three world is the last thing I can see Ishida do. Back when he used Hollow bait to challenge Ichigo he knew the risk of dragging innocent people into it too but he said he won’t let a single soul in this city die and he’s ready to sacrifice himself for it AND THAT WAS BACK WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE SHIT look

- if you’re going to counter with Ishida once let the Bounts into SS due to his selfishness, remember that it was a fucking filler arc.

TO sum it up, I don’t think Ishida betrayed the nakama. It was more of a subtle development that was shadowed by this “Ishida is all about Quincy Pride” thing but Ishida value friendship, at least that was what I see from everything I’ve type in this post, that was the main reason I like him and with that I have a lot of faith in this boy, way more than in Kubo’s writing actually. If Kubo really going to go with Ishida pull a Gin route even if it was repetitive it was better than destroying his character development for the sake of conflict and plot, it was a fucking bad writing. I still wish there’s more reason than just to avenge his mother though. I believe there’s more than that. “Ichigo knocks some sense into Ishida”? the only sense there is to knock into his skull is the fact that Ishida uryu is a reckless nerd going to this suicide mission on his own.