slap time

Kim Jonghyun Mafia AU
  • like many of the other members of 101, you had gotten involved in 101 business due to your father’s involvement before you
  • your dad, who had passed away, had been one of the main managers of the drug flow through 101, but since you were fairly inexperienced, you entered the 101 as a runner (someone who delivers small amounts of drugs to people and collects the money)
  • the guy who replaced your dad, kim jonghyun, was apparently kind and forgiving, but you had yet to ever meet him for yourself
  • one time, the person you were delivering to got violent, insisting that you were asking for the wrong place
  • he’d shoved you and slapped you a couple times, but you’d managed to break free and run off, unable to complete the deal
  • not being able to collect the money/drop off the product was a big deal, and you were scared about what kim jonghyun might do
  • you returned back to the 101 hq, informing the correct person about what happened, and he sent you up to jonghyun’s office
  • you waited outside uncomfortably, pacing back and forth
  • finally, the person inside shouted “come in!”
  • you pushed the door, heart in your throat, and when you saw kim jonghyun for the first time, your heart beat even harder, but for an entirely different reason
  • you’d been expecting some crotchety old man to have replaced your father, but kim jonghyun was a young, extremely handsome 20-something, sitting at his desk in the crisp suit required of all 101 higher-ups, suit jacket slung over the back of his seat casually
  • stacks of papers surrounded him, and he pushed a file of papers aside to focus on you
  • you then noticed that he was frowning
  • “come in, sit down,” he said gently, gesturing to the seat across the table from him
  • you took the seat gingerly, watching the man in partial fear
  • “how did you get hurt?” he asked in concern, leaning on his elbows to get a closer look at you
  • your hand darted up to your face, wincing as your fingers touched slightly puffy, raw skin. apparently, the slap had left bruises
  • “did the pickup do that?” jonghyun asked again, this time a bit more sternly
  • “y-yeah,” you said quietly, unsure of what was to happen
  • “and you had no way of defending yourself?” he continued, frown growing deeper. “no gun, no weapon, no training?”
  • you shook your head and he cursed under his breath, reaching over to pick up the phone on his desk
  • “yah, kang dongho,” he snapped, running a hand through his inky black hair, “when you get new recruits, make sure you actually teach them how to fire a fucking gun before sending them my way.”
  • he hung up the phone and turned back to you
  • “are you alright?” he asked, “the guy didn’t try anything else, right? you don’t need a visit to the hospital?”
  • “no, no,” you replied, shaking your head, “he just shoved me around a bit, it’s no big deal.”
  • “well, we won’t be dealing to him again,” jonghyun informed you, “we don’t deal with pickups who think it’s okay to rough up our runners. but you,” jonghyun looked up at you, as though contemplating something, “you need to learn how to shoot a gun.”
  • you looked up at jonghyun in alarm, “i really don’t think that’s necessary,” you replied, “i’ll be fine.”
  • “well, you have the tattoo, right?” jonghyun raised his eyebrows as your fingers reached up, brushing over the 101 tattoo located right under your collarbone, “any true member of 101 should have a gun, i’m not sure why you weren’t taught.”
  • when dongho had brought you through the 101 initiation, he’d told you that he’d promised your father he’d do whatever it took to keep you from harming other people, which was why you were assigned as a runner instead of on a different team
  • but, jonghyun was your boss, and so you opted for not saying anything
  • “i’ll drive you up to the shooting range tomorrow,” jonghyun said, returning to the files he’d been working on, “get a good night’s rest
  • “thank you.” you replied, hurrying out of the room 
  • the next day, jonghyun picks you up from your apartment
  • despite his high ranking in 101, he’s definitely kind, but a bit quiet
  • most of the car ride was spent listening to the radio, and you were unsure how to make conversation
  • he pulled into the parking lot, showing you inside the small store that accompanied the range
  • after picking up the proper gear– glasses, earplugs and ear coverings, he disappeared into a back room, reappearing with two small, compact black handguns
  • first, he taught you how to load the gun, watching carefully as you followed his directions
  • then he took you over to one of the targets, instructing you on how to stand, where to hold the gun, hand placement and such
  • finally, he decided that it was time to actually fire
  • he shot a few rounds first, making sure that you understood exactly what to do before stepping aside
  • he took off the hat that he was hearing, handing it to you– it was important to wear a hat so that the ejected brass wouldn’t hit you in the face
  • after tugging the hat on, you positioned yourself, doing your best to listen to jonghyun’s advice
  • the kickback was intense, making you stumble a bit
  • jonghyun caught you by the shoulders, making sure you were okay
  • the first shot had completely missed, but as you spent more and more time shooting, you were able to consistently hit the target
  • “i think this is okay,” jonghyun said, once you were able to hit at least some part of the target 9/10 times. “i’m not looking for you to be able to kill people, just defend yourself.”
  • once you were done at the range, you drove back to the city, and jonghyun said that he’d buy some lunch quickly, feeling bad that he’d kept you for so long
  • the meal was nice, and you could tell that jonghyun was forcing himself to make conversation with you, despite him not being a super outspoken person
  • as with any conversation with another 101 member, the subject of how you got involved came up
  • you explained to him about your father and how you’d gotten dragged in due to your involvement
  • you’re deuce’s kid?” jonghyun was surprised that nobody had bothered to tell him that his former boss’s daughter was now working under him
  • you shrugged, eating another french fry, “it never came up, i guess.”
  • you returned to your usual jobs with a handgun tucked into your waistband 
  • jonghyun would periodically check in with you to make sure you were safe and okay
  • and every time, your heart would explode out of your chest
  • one night, you’re returning from a job when you get called up to the main office
  • kang daniel is lounging in his usual chair, ha sungwoon was investigating what books daniel had on his shelves, and jonghyun was pacing back and forth
  • “ah, (y/n)!” daniel smiled, gesturing for you to take a seat
  • he explained that there was a yakuza boss who had specifically requested to meet with 101, wanting to form a trade deal/pact
  • “why am i involved in this?” you frowned, crossing your arms
  • “yeah daniel, why is (y/n) involved in this?” jonghyun snapped, clearly upset at what was happening
  • daniel glared sharply at jonghyun
  • “you know the drug trade better than anyone at 101,” daniel said bluntly, “better than jonghyun. you grew up around the trade– you understand rates, you know the different traders in asia. you need to be present at this meeting.”
  • you sighed, pushing your hair back, “when is this meeting?”
  • “tomorrow,” daniel explained, “jonghyun will be acting as a front; there will be a camera placed on jonghyun’s body. you will be in the vehicle with sungwoon, directing jonghyun via in-ear.”
  • you contemplated the suggestion.
  • “why can’t i go to the meeting as well?” you asked, “wouldn’t jonghyun going alone be dangerous?”
  • “you’re not going,” jonghyun said firmly, “you just learned how to shoot a gun, this is going to be dangerous.”
  • you glared up at jonghyun momentarily before turning back to daniel, rolling your eyes
  • “fine, i’ll do it.”
  • soon, you found yourself sitting in the front seat of sungwoon’s car, laptop in between the two of you
  • one upside to staying in the car was that you were able to wear your sweats– jonghyun had to dress extremely nicely (when you saw him in his expensive suit and gelled hair, you’d almost passed out)
  • jonghyun walked into the hotel where the meeting was, letting himself be lead to the back room
  • “okay,” you began, eyes scanning over the scene, “i think they’ve replaced all hotel staff with their own people, but i’m not positive. the guy who just boarded the elevator definitely had a tattoo.”
  • jonghyun entered the room he’d been guided to, taking a seat across from akio, a prominent yakuza leader
  • akio began making his offer, smiling sleazily over at jonghyun
  • you listened closely, trying to pick out what exactly akio’s offer was
  • jonghyun pulled the contract towards him, scanning it
  • “wait, jonghyun, go back to the second page,” you said quickly, leaning forward to examine it.
  • “jonghyun, you need to get out of there, it’s a set-up,” you said urgently, “svt is behind this, they’re trying to get you to switch to akio so that they can take our current deals with other groups from us, since we would have switched allegiance. you need to leave,now,”
  • you watched worriedly as jonghyun did his best to refuse the offer, citing that he would need to consult with higher-ups
  • “how did you know?” sungwoon asked as he watched jonghyun quickly walk out of the room
  • “svt doesn’t have any drugs specialists,” you explained, watching anxiously as jonghyun sped through the halls of the hotel, “they sorted their offers by class, but they listed heroin under pharmaceutical, not as an opiod. the yakuza wouldn’t make a rookie mistake like that, and svt has been trying to corner 101′s hold on the drug market here for years.”
  • sungwoon whistled, nodding, “you really are deuce’s kid.”
  • jonghyun was able to make it out and sungwoon quickly pulled up to the hotel, picking him up
  • “thank you, (y/n),” jonghyun said breathlessly, quickly buckling his seatbelt as sungwoon pealed off, heading towards the 101 hq
  • after explaining the situation, several of the guys, including jonghyun, decided that they would go out for drinks, but you just decided to head home, feeling exhausted
  • it wasn’t hard for you to fall asleep, given how much you’d gone through that day, and you quickly drifted off
  • however, you were woken up by the sound of someone pressing your doorbell, making the loud rings echo through your apartment
  • groaning, you dragged yourself up, thinking maybe 101 had some kind of emergency
  • sure enough, jonghyun stood on your doorstep, but when you looked closely, he looked like he was about to fall asleep
  • “um, jonghyun?” you asked tentatively, staring at him in concern
  • jonghyun looked up at you, sighing
  • “you really are an angel,” he said with a small smile, ruffling his already messy hair, “you even answer the door at three in the morning.” you frowned, noticing how slurred his words were
  • “jonghyun, are you drunk?” 
  • “y-yeah,” jonghyun managed to get out, stumbling a bit 
  • sighing, you helped him into your apartment, sitting him down on your couch
  • you brought him a piece of toast and some water, watching in concern as he tried to dip the toast in the water– you’d never seen the quiet, closed off jonghyun act like this
  • “(y/n),” jonghyun began, looking over at you, “you know i really, really like you?” you stared back at the man in shock. “you’re really the perfect one for me, but you never seem to look my way.”
  • “just,” you shook your head, a million thoughts swirling, “just eat your bread so that we can sleep, jonghyun.”
  • jonghyun pouted at you before stuffing the entire slice of bread into his mouth
  • once he was less wasted, you made sure he was sleeping on his side, so that he wouldn’t vomit, before returning to sleep yourself
  • the next morning, you awoke to the sound of loud cursing and the faint smell of smoke
  • getting up, you raced out to the kitchen, where jonghyun was desperately fanning the toaster, billows of smoke coming from it
  • “um, jonghyun?” you asked carefully, trying to suppress a laugh
  • “ah, you’re awake,” he said sheepishly, “i wanted to make you breakfast, but i burned the toast, so now there’s only eggs.”
  • “it’s fine,” you laughed, grabbing the plate that was on the table, “we can just eat this, i don’t mind.”
  • the two of you ate in relative silence, until jonghyun set down his fork
  • “(y/n), I’m really sorry,” he sighed, “first i show up to your house drunk, and then I burn your toaster.”
  • you chuckled, “it’s fine, I’m just a bit unused to seeing you in this light.”
  • he groaned, ruffling his hair in embarrassment, “I really wasn’t planning on confessing to you drunk at three in the morning, though.”
  • you wrinkled your nose, glancing over at him, “you meant that?”
  • he turned a bit red, nodding, “yeah, I did,” he shrugged, “i do really like you, but i wanted to confess properly, not while I was wasted.”
  • “it was cute,” you replied with a grin, “i’ll accept, as long as you truly meant it.”
  • “actually?” jonghyun looked up at you happily with a wide smile, “you really are an angel.”

stream jelly pass it on


just imagine…
the moment Lance learns how to unlock his bayard  :’)

slightly older Lance with different guns like, Pistols? Long Sniper rifle? pow pow 
Lance would ACE bc he is a fantastic sharpshooter.

Here is my official plan to change the world as we know it:

• I become a paramedic.
• If I encounter patients who cannot be saved, just as they’re about to die, I’ll look them dead (haha) in the eyes and slap ‘em real hard, right across the face.
• If ghosts are real, this will cause dozens of them to be personally upset with me. I mean, at the very least, they’ll want answers. I’ll be the most haunted person ever.
• This means I’ll have dozens of opportunities to record paranormal phenomenon.
• I’ll get my own show on the Travel Channel called GHOST SLAPPER, through which I’ll eventually get irrefutable scientific evidence that ghosts exist, making me the wealthiest and most respected paranormal researcher of all time.
• On my death bed, one of my interns will slap me real hard, to make sure I come back all pissed off and confused.
• I will be the first ghost to host a ghost hunting show (which is mega cool, come on, admit it).
• Eventually, the secret goes global, and everyone starts slapping their loved ones real hard as they die, because they believe it’s the best way for their spirit to remain here on Earth with them.
• After enough time, death slaps become commonplace. People have DNS (do not slap) instructions in their wills instead of or along with DNR (do not resuscitate) ones.
• HOWEVER, because everyone expects the death slaps, they no longer have the desired effect. Getting slapped is just a natural part of dying, now, but it accomplishes nothing.
• Like with all cultural junk, the origin eventually slips away, and the knowledge of WHY we slap the dying is esoteric at best.
• I, however, remember, and haunt hospitals for centuries, laughing because everybody’s gettin’ slapped in the face.
• Thank you for your time.


“Oppaya” dance challenge → pick your fav team 😁

Hobi: Ahh coming, coming! ~

Hobi: Ah hey Chim Chim, what’s up?

Hobi: Eh handsome guy you say? Coming my wa–

Hobi: — ?

Both: !!!!!!!!!

Hobi: !!! HOLY SHIT – hey dude I gotta go – CALL YOU BACK LATER!!!!!!! *abruptly hangs up*


me: *sifting through asks && compiling*
me: oh! ____ changed their icon. so cute!

***yes i remember most people who are regulars in my ask box :D i also pay attention to the usernames and icons because wow some can be really cute and witty and idk all of you just make my entire week every time ok ;;o;; ♥ ♥ ♥

lots of love!!! ♥


Ven… He was here…


100 Days of London Flat Memories → (61/100)

Dan and Phil react to Teens React to Dan and Phil

holmes interacts with irene for a grand total of… maybe an hour? he helps her marry her husband, and he rests in her sitting room for a few minutes

that’s it. that’s the entirety of their “relationship”

and yet somehow, here we are, with 126 years’ worth of he loves her he loves her he loves her!


before i forget this is the reference I made for the Takubun I did 

(this is embarrassing)