Imagine: John Wick rushing home after finding out that you were injured while he was away on a mission.
There was a moment of panic; heart stopping and stomach dropping. Winston had called John while he was still working (something that was somehow more concerning than it was frowned upon). Winston had said you had been injured; John hadn’t exactly heard what came after those initial words though. All he knew was that he had packed up his rifle faster than he remembered, entirely disregarding the target he had been waiting out for hours now, and was back at the continental in less than twenty.
“Where is she,” The words had rushed in through the doors of the hotel suite, along with John.
When there was no reply, the assassin looked around the room before saying the words again.
“Where. is. she,” He demanded, charging across the room, his eyes scoping out the extent of the suite before settling on Charon.
“She’s sleeping,” Charon replied, polite and calm as ever, rising from the arm chair set across from (Y/N)’s resting place. “Rather peacefully, if I may add.”
John gave Charon a swift look over, before spotting the slightly battered girl tucked into bed, and letting his expression soften slightly. The assassin nearly stopped in his tracks at the sight, his heart skipping a beat and his stomach dropping; (Y/N) looked so peaceful while asleep that a part of John was terrified she might actually be dead.
“Is she?-,” John began, not able to bring himself to ask.
“No,” Charon said, shaking his head, a knowing smile tucked in the corner of his lips. “Quite alive, Mr. Wick… just heavily sedated at the moment.”
John nodded gently, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Why is it always you?,” the assassin through to himself, giving (Y/N) a worried look over -a look which seemed to border a thin line between sadness and guilt.
John shook his head, letting out a weary sigh. After a moment, the assassin made his way over to (Y/N), pulling a chair close and setting it beside the bed so he could keep a protective eye over her.
“Charon?,” John asked, not once looking away from (Y/N).
“Yes, Mr. Wick?” Charon replied.
“Thank you for watching over her, while I couldn’t,” John’s voice was low but sincere.
“You’re welcome, sir.” Charon nodded, smiling gently, ducking out of the room.
John closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling a deep breath, leaning in close and pushing the hair from (Y/N)’s face before gently pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Your name is the LCD DEM FANDOM and it seems that your sort-of-father doesn’t want you alive.
You just discussed with him, in fact, he wants you to DISAPPEAR without any explanation! You knew you wouldn’t live for too much, since your popularity DECREASED FROM THE VERY MOMENT YOU STARTED TO EXIST, that’s common for YUME NIKKI FANGAMES.
But you will not cease to exist, FANS keep appearing even if he doesn’t want to, you suppose you should go to one of your SISTER’s house, if they let you in.
A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you for all the love of the story. We really appreciate it. We really hope you’ll like this chapter. It’s a little on the shorter side but we are pretty proud of it. The next chapter shall be full of drama. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. We did take their personalities and match as best we can with illnesses, however we do not claim that the boys from BTS have these mental illnesses! Also, we did as much research as we can on each disorder. We are not meaning to offend anyone who has these illnesses at all. ALSO, WE DO KNOW BTS CHANGED THEIR ENGLISH NAME TO BEYOND THE SCENE BUT WE’RE USING BULLETPROOF BOYSCOUTS CAUSE IT FITS THE STORY BETTER. Trigger warning: Mentions of mental illness, hospitals, self harm, suicide attempt and abuse. Both Gaisho and I recommend, if you feel like you need to go to the hospital for ANY reason, please don’t be afraid to do so. It can help. If you EVER feel like you need to talk to anyone, vent, or need advice on anything, please do not hesitate to msg us! We’ve been through it all.
Character Descriptions so far: Reader- Chronic Depression, Derealization Disorder and Dissociative Amnesia Jin - Narcissistic Personality Disorder (With homicidal tendencies) Suga- Narcolepsy and Chronic Depression J-Hope- Bipolar II Disorder Rap Monster- OCD and Paranoia Jimin- Explosive Anger Disorder V- Schizoaffective Disorder Jungkook- Agoraphobia
Chapter 9: Taken:
“Jungkook, don’t worry. The memory loss is due to the EST and is only temporary.” Rap Monster tries to reassure the younger.
Jungkook grunts in response, not even glancing at him. He’s watching you sleep soundly in the wheelchair, his head resting on his arms.
“Jungkook,” Suga shakes him for a response.
Jungkook finally looks at the boys, his eyes bloodshot from crying. “I know. But the memory lost was more this time. I mean, we’ve forgotten things before but never a whole group of people.”
Rap Monster opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by a very happy Jin and J-hope.
“We are good!” Jin grins as he slams down a folder on the table.
Five boys look up at them confused. “What is this?” Suga grabs the folder and opens it.
“It’s Y/N’s medical file. It’ll tell us why she’s really in here.” J-hope smiles proudly, sitting down next to Suga.
V raises an eyebrow. “How the hell did you get this? We can’t just go stealing other people’s files!” He hisses.
“It says here she has ‘Derealization Disorder’ and ‘Dissociative Amnesia’” Suga reads out loud.
Jimin tilts his head, “those are some big words. I’ve never heard of that and I’ve been here for over a year.”
Everyone looks to Rap Monster to translate that into a more simplified explanation. Rap Monster whistles as he looks at the file.
“Wow. Those are some of the more rare disorders. So, Derealization Disorder is basically when the person has a hard time telling the difference between what is real and what is a dream, so to speak. And Dissociative Amnesia is when the person has an interruption of their memories or thoughts. So, like how Jimin would have anger episodes or Jungkook would have anxiety attacks, Y/N would lose parts of her memory or would be in a dream-like state and think it’s real.” He explains.
The boys 'ooh’ and nod. J-hope snaps his fingers. “That would explain why Y/N was freaking out in her room when Jungkook and I woke her up. She was crying and kept asking me if this was all real.”
Suga nods in understanding. “That also explains why she always looked so tired and said she had sleeping problems.”
Jungkook lifts his head up in realization. “That makes sense with how she lost so much of her memory when she had EST. The treatment must have triggered her amnesia, making it worse than if it were just from the EST.”
Jin takes the file and continues to read it. His eyes widen when he gets further into the report. “It also says she’s tried to commit suicide countless times. And she’s even forgot almost every time she tried.”
The boys all look at you, fast asleep in your chair. “The poor girl can’t discern dreams from reality. It must be scary. And to forget every time you tried to kill yourself? I couldn’t dream of it.” Jimin says in a low voice.
“I kind of understand.” All the boys turn to V. “It’s scary, not knowing what’s real and what’s in your head. You get confused so much that the easiest thing to do would be to… End it.”
Jimin rubs circles on V’s back, knowing everything V went through.
You finally awaken from your deep sleep and look at all the seven boys in front of you with confusion. “Uhm, can I help you?”
Jungkook grabs your hand, “Y/N, i-it’s me! I’m so glad you’re -”
You quickly pull your hand away from his, “get your hands off of me, freak!”
Jungkook’s anxiety shot through the roof and he ran out the door. V ran after him while the rest stayed.
“Y/N, do you recognize us at all?” Rap Monster asks.
“Look, I don’t know who you guys are, but I’d appreciate if your little party would get out of my room.” You said with a cold glare.
Rap Monster looked to the rest of the boys and signaled them all out. You went back to sleep.
The rest of the boys caught up with V and Jungkook. V was trying to calm Jungkook down, but it wasn’t helping.
“S-she… She forgot me,” Jungkook says as tears fall into his shaky hands.
“Just give her a few more hours. Maybe her memory will come back.”
A couple of hours pass by and all the boys were just down the hall from your room waiting.
“NO, STOP. JUNGKOOK, PLEASE HELP!”
The boys jump, startled at the sudden yelling. Jungkook instantly stands up and turns to you, who has just woken up. He runs down the hall to where you are and kneels in front of you.
“Hey, Y/N! It’s okay, I’m right here!” he grabs your arm and shakes you awake. You open your eyes and look around wildly. Your eyes land on Jungkook and you’re suddenly overtaken with emotion. You throw your arms around him and bury your head into his shoulder. He’s taken aback but quickly recovers and hugs you tightly. “It’s okay baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Kookie, I’m so sorry I forgot about you and everyone. I couldn’t help it. The EST and then my amnesia…” you sniffle.
He rubs your back and shushes you. “It’s alright, Y/N. I know. We all know about the amnesia.”
You pull back gently and look at him confused. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Well, you see, J-hope and Jin decided to steal your medical file.” He grins his bunny grin and rolls you over to the rest of the group.
The boys all smile at you and tell you how happy they are to see you remembering everything. You smile back and thank them. You notice that your file is open on the table and you raise an eyebrow.
Jin’s smile widens into a look of pride. “Look what we have accomplished, Y/N! Well, it was mostly me. It was my brilliant plan and it was executed brilliantly by mwah.” J-hope glares at his friend, who glances back nervously. “Oh and J-hope helped.”
You chuckle, “I see that. Well, I guess that saves me time in explaining why I’m here.”
Suga places a hand over yours, the action getting a small pout from Jungkook. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”
Your smile fades and you look down out of guilt. “I never have good luck when it comes to those issues I have. Every time someone finds out, they end up leaving me because they can’t handle it.” Your voice drops down to an almost whisper. “I didn’t want you guys to be another one just to leave me. So I tried to hide it.”
J-hope shakes his head and brings your chin up with his finger to look at him, also an act that didn’t go unnoticed by the youngest. “Y/N, all of us has problems. You honestly thought we’d leave if we found out?”
“You helped us with our issues, you listened to us and didn’t judge based off what goes on up here,” V points to his head. “So we aren’t going to judge you or leave you just because of your past or what goes on inside your head.”
The boys nod in agreement. You smile at all the seven boys. 'These seven are really something special.’
“Thank you all so much. I really appreciate it more than you know.” you squeeze Jungkook’s hand and smile up at him.
Suddenly you all hear the door to the room slam open, revealing the overly happy nurse and two male nurses. They stalk up to the table you and the boys are sitting at, making you all stiffen in anticipation.
“Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Jeon, if you’ll please come with us.” The nurse gives her sickly sweet smile.
You furrow your brows in confusion and look up at Jungkook, who suddenly stood in front of you as to block you from something.
Rap Monster stands up, narrowing his eyes. “What do you need with Y/N and Jungkook?”
The nurse blinks and then laughs her high pitched irritating fake laugh. “Awe, Mr. Kim. It’s so cute that you pretend to be the leader of the group.”
You and Jungkook slowly start to follow the nurse, but just before you both leave the room Rap Monster whispers to you both, “be careful and don’t be too crass. Just get yourselves back in one piece… I mean it.”
The both of you nod to Rap Monster and head out. Suddenly you and Jungkook were injected with a sedative by two nurses.
Jimin shot up, “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?”
Dr. Choi appears before Jimin and smirks. “Now, now… I suggest you calm down and be a sheep just like the rest of your little crew, otherwise you’ll meet the same fate as these two.”
Jimin was shaking with anger, but bit his tongue and sat down.
The boys helplessly watch you both being dragged by the nurses. They plopped your limp bodies into upright chairs in a cold, dingy treatment room.
The both of you were strapped to chairs that were purposely situated so that you were facing Jungkook.
“Wake them up,” Dr. Choi instructed the nurses. One nurse slapped Jungkook as the other attempted to wake you up.
You slowly come to and notice Jungkook staring right back with woeful eyes. His expression made your heart break.
“It’s going to be okay, Kookie. I promise,” you gave him a smile to try to make him feel better, but you knew something bad was about to happen.
“Alright. Let’s proceed. Usually EST, or electroshock therapy, is administered after a patient is sedated. However, after multiple sessions with Mr. Jeon, it seems EST is no longer the best solution. While efforts were futile, it was then we noticed that a change in behavior was made when another patient was involved…” Dr. Choi says as he stops behind you and puts a hand on your shoulder sending shivers down your spine.
Jungkook grew angry and growled. ‘No. He can’t… This sick bastard!’
Immediately you caught on. You tried to calm Jungkook down, “Kookie, please… Stay calm. Remember what Rap Monster said.”
It was too late. “You… YOU GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF HER!” Jungkook yelled.
Dr. Choi snickered, “now that’s what I like to see. Hook her up.”
The nurses started to put different color-coded leads on your head. You shook furiously, but they still managed to get them on. They stuffed a towel in your mouth as well.
Jungkook’s eyes widened and his breathing became more rapid, “n-no… You wouldn’t dare…”
Since I got those messages & comments and I’ve been thinking .. can I have the chance to work in Shinhwa Company?! one of my longtime dreams is to live in Korea .. so, living there & working for ShinCom .. can this come true one day?! .. they’ve already been conquering my world for 14 yrs .. so if only .. I dunno crazy impossible dreams
Sup, I haven’t said it here on Tumblr, but I LOVE Tokyo Mirage Sessions, is one of my favorite games; good story, good characters, good gameplay and good voice acting. So of course I want them on Heroes, even if IS don’t want to, so, I never do this, but here we go!
She knows that. She can’t be nice, she didn’t say back. She’s not allowed to be nice. She’s been targeted enough times because of her Papa.
Her poor Papa. He loves her, she knows, will do anything for her— and it makes him weak. She’s lost track of how much money she has cost him, through ransoms and through gifts he insists on showering her with. Still, he has wealth and power, and though he may dote on her, he is at least as cunning as herself. Who could expect less of the man who raised her?
Still, she cannot do that to anyone else. No matter that nowadays she’s such a brat that she has a reputation for not being worth the money— she wants to worry as few people as possible whenever Problems happen. If she can limit them to her father and Sabrina and, questionably, Adrien, she’s fine with that.
She loves Sabrina, her oldest friend, and so sly. Sabrina knows everything, of course. Sabrina understands what she’s doing, understands that Chloé is best kept shallow and cruel and hated, understands how Sabrina herself can assist with that image.
Chloé wonders how anyone can believe how mean she is, how shallow Sabrina is. Chloé was tutored just like Adrien, and everyone else grew up with Sabrina. How can it be so easy for their classmates to believe in caricatures? This one’s not crying enough, she remembers hearing herself say, and she wants to laugh, or maybe to cry.
She “loves” Adrien because he’s convenient to love: wealthy, handsome, and utterly disinterested. He knows what she’s doing, she’s sure— how he gets away with being as kind as he is, she has no idea. Something to do with being a boy, probably.
She’s so jealous of Marinette, lucky Marinette, who gets both of her parents and a bakery and kindness, how easy and thoughtless it is for her to be kind. Marinette doesn’t have to worry about going missing.
So she’s not nice, poor Chloé Bourgeois: she can afford everything else, but she can’t afford kindness.
Prompt: Reincarnation AU: I’ve met you in every single lifetime and I always hope it will work out but it doesn’t but I’ll still keep finding you again because those few days/months/years together with you are always so worth it
A/N: Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I had majors writer’s block. My first the 100 imagine or a requested preference should be posted next. Hope you like it!
The first time it happened, at least the first you could remember, was sometime in the 1600s…
You smiled at Allison as you pulled away from the kiss. She smiled back at you from half lidded eyes,“I guess everything is going right today,"
You laughed lightly as you bit your lip. Allison was right. Today her family’s status grew faster and better than the poor girl could have dreamed of. All because they had killed a werewolf, something everyone had thought was impossible. "I would love to stay but I promised Mary I would help with dinner,” you said as you gave Allison a chaste kiss before you stepped back.
A week later, people were coming to the Argent’s door and telling stories about another werewolf. “We will attack tomorrow night. During the full moon and he won’t be thinking clearly,” Allison heard a voice state from the other room.
‘I hope they stay safe,' Allison thought to herself as she stood in the kitchen. As they were making a plan a loud knocking interrupted the family discussion.
Allison heard the door open and a woman sobbing uncontrollably. Allison furrowed her eyebrows as she walked out into the dining room with the rest of the confused Argents. Allison gasped as she recognized the woman as Mary, someone who had moved into your family’s house years ago. “Mary what’s wrong?” Allison choked out.
“Y-Y/N… I heard something coming from her/his/their room and when I opened the door there was this monster, it was the wolf… And the entire room was- I’m so sorry Allison,” Mary sobbed.
Allison felt her legs shake underneath her and began sobbing with the girl.
The second time it happened was in the 1920s.
Allison remembered how you danced wildly to the record playing in Allison’s living room. She had laughed as she began to copy your moves, dancing with you. At first the both of you wanted to go to the new jazz club right outside of town, but your car had broken down and plans had to change. Allison had called her Dad and said that she was staying at a friend’s house and the two of you had spent the last hours talking and dancing. Glad that your parents weren’t home, too busy on a business trip.
Spending time together was like this was why you both did it. Why every time you went through a cycle you were the one she looked for. The one who no matter what, no matter how many times you lost her or she lost you, was the one you never gave up on. The one you loved.
Allison covered her mouth to muffle her sob as she rocked herself on her bed. It happened again. She had lost you. This time it wasn’t to something supernatural. It was to some drunk man driving a car. Allison knew the man wouldn’t even be convicted of a crime, he was the sheriff’s nephew and she knew with a little bribing it would all just go away.
You had been driving to pick her up so that you two could finally check out that jazz club. Allison had been so excited at spending time with you. And then she lost you again and it hurt just as bad as last time. If not more because deep in Allison’s heart, she knew you wouldn’t have been on that road if it hadn’t been because of her. “We’ll be together again… Someday,” Allison whispered to herself hopefully.
The next time it happened was the next time the two of you had crossed paths in the 1960s.
Allison’s family had continued with fighting the supernatural and you supported her despite worrying every time she went out on a mission. But as the Argents learned more about the supernatural world and how to fight against them, the supernatural did the same. Both sides began to evolve into better fighters.
And it was one day when they were trying to learn more about the Argents that they found out about you. The person that the huntress melted around. The one weakness that the werewolves knew would tear her apart. So it didn’t take much discussion for the pack to kidnap you and use you as bait. When Allison found out that you had been kidnapped to say she freaked out would be an understatement. She grabbed her bow and arrow and then went to go find you.
You pulled against the handcuffs and groaned as the metal dug into your skin. You could hear fighting in the room over and it only scared you more. You didn’t know who it was, and even if you were hoping it was Allison and her family you didn’t know. After a few minutes the door opened and Chris walked in. He walked closer to you and saw the handcuffs,“Where’s the key?"
"Across the room. In the cashbox,” you answered. Chris quickly grabbed the key and worked on your handcuffs until they came off of your wrists.
“Where’s Allison?” you asked as you rubbed your wrists and stood up.
“Outside. Fighting them off. You’re going in the car come on,” Chris told you as he ushered you out. You ran out of the room where they were fighting and waited outside for some sign that Allison was alright.
Finally after a few moments the Argents began coming out of the room, you held your breath as you waited for Allison to come out. As Allison walked out you felt yourself sigh out of relief. You went to walk towards her before you noticed someone behind her. You went to go warn her when you saw the werewolf grab a hold of her neck and tears cloud your vision until you only see a blurry mess of red.
You wipe away the tears from your cheeks and scream,“Allison!” You go to run towards her but you feel someone wrap their arms around your torso and pull you back from her. Your body drops into their arms and you feel yourself dragged into the car, but the only thing you can think about is Allison.
The last time it happened, a part of you was scared that you would never find Allison again. But despite that every time you went somewhere new you kept an eye out for the brunette.
You still remembered it clearly. You shut your locker and held your books to your chest as you walked towards your next class. You heard a new soft voice and you looked around. You glanced in the direction of the noise and your breath hitched as you recognized who it was. You waited for the teacher to walk away from her before you had to stop yourself from running towards her. “Allison?” you called out as you got closer to her.
Allison’s head snapped towards yours and a bright smile spread across her face,“Y/N,"
That had been almost two years ago. The longest that you and Allison had enough time to be together. You both ended up joining Scott’s pack, Allison had taught you how to fight with different weapons and she used her bow and arrow. You had just fought off an Oni when you glanced back towards Allison, just in time to see the Oni’s sword go through her.
You screamed as you ran towards her. Allison fell and you got there just in time to grab a hold of her torso. "Allison,” you mumbled as you tried to ignore the tears in your eyes,
“It’s alright Y/N. It doesn’t hurt,” Allison whispered with a small smile on her face,“It’s alright. I’ve lost you before and you’ve lost me. But every single time we lose each other we end up finding each other again,"
"I love you Allison,” you whispered as you stroked the hair away from her face.
“I love you too Y/N. And we’ll see each other again. Because every moment I have with you is worth it all,” Allison whispered with a smile. You smiled back at her and nodded,“We’ll be together again,"
Allison smiled warmly at you before you felt her body weaken and she finally closed her eyes. You let out a sob before you felt Chris pull you back, ready to tell you the lie for the police.