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malepresentingleg · 3 years

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is it 2013 again? cause i have a rant about teen wolf coming and i feel 16 y/o.

so due to dome heavy procrastination I've consumed a lot of teen wolf content, i skipped a bunch of episodes and a lot of scenes in the ones i haven't but i still have some Thoughts TM

it's good??? i had a Good Time watching, it was funny but intense and dark and i felt Feelings watching, some of the plotlines were meh (or maybe i just skipped them heh) but a lot were interesting and i loved the characters and their interaction

scott. my sweetheart. my baby. such a cutiepie, such a great protagonist 10/10 i love him and would die for him. he's so pure and cute and his little smile melts my heart. i love how he's fundamentally Human no matter how non human he is. he's a great character all around and i kinda wish they didn't do that shit to him at the end (imma get there) or treated him like he ISN'T the protagonist for such big parts of the shows

people KNOW. Stiles knows from day one, allison finds out soon, his mom finds out in season 2! the sheriff in 3, and they just become part of the gang and can help them with stuff bc they UNDERSTAND. shows like that get really tiring when the teens constantly lie to everyone around them and it was very refreshing. the running gag with the coach ruining things tho was funny and I'm ok with it.

Ok this is mellisa appreciation time. she's SUCH a great, complex and unusual mom-of-hero character. i absolutely love her and her attitude, i love how she's not simply being used as a tool to cause scott pain (just.. sometimes) and their relationship is parenting goals.

also isn't it fucking hilarious how she's a nurse but she just knows everything medical. she's also a surgeon and a mortician and a doctor. ik it's for plot reasons but it funny af.

in general women on the show.. had a lot of potential, i love them, but i hate how they were treated.

allison was all around great imo, her and scott's relationship was built very well and was two sided from the start (unlike... yeah), she has emotions, she's smart and brave, but also human and scared, she kicks ass and, again, exists outside of Scott's GF status (mostly). andddd they killed her. idk if the actress had to/wanted to leave or it was a pure writers decision bc they needed to keep just her father or something, but that would have been ok if not for all the other things

we have 3 main kickass ladies with powers- lydia, kira and malia. lydia spent close to FIVE whole seasons not knowing anything about her abilities/not knowing how to control them. cmon, it gets old. scott masters his powers after a season or two (and had control a lot sooner), parrish finds out what he is like half a season after it becomes relevant etc.

malia- do i need to explain? she was CONSTANTLY struggling controlling her abilities, no matter how badass she supposedly was. and kira oh boy, they did her dirty, didn't they?

kira was such a cute adorable character. i loved her and her little crush on scott and wanting to make friends and being freaked out about relationships, i love her discovering her past and heritage and learning to fight and gaining control and becoming a badass. but. what? they just undid all this? oh no the fox is taking over she has no control no agency of her own she needs to disappear for years now bye :( again, idk if the actress needed to leave but it was so unsatisfying and was insulting to the character. she wasn't even mentioned later a bunch like allison was, just they needed her mom for a plot tool and didn't even acknowledge it was her sword they were breaking. uhm rude?

LET WOMEN HAVE POWERS AND BE AWESOME WITH THEM. and not just minor/bad characters thanks.

i love the concept of a pack on the show and how you don't have to be a werewolf to be a part of it, how scott becomes a true alpha and how he cares about his friends. i kinda feel like in later seasons him being an alpha was more talk than show which like /: meh. like i said, he stopped BEING the main character, just talked about as if he was.

i love how friendship is valued, but i think it could be more.. i mean the scene in the motel, all season 3b, scott and lydia, all the girls with each other.. i love it. too many times tho it "wasn't enough" and only romantic love worked which SUCKS. in 6a i was so happy scott went in to try and remember stiles and the memories hit me right in the heart. then when it "wasn't enough" i was SO pissed and frustrated goddammit. i guess that leads me to the next point-

ships, should i talk about ships? i don't want hate in my asks but oh well it's been a few years maybe there's no fandom to care. I'll start with the end

malia and scott. what. the. fuck. when, out of fucking no where, they had like a lingering look or something i was just "nope. no thanks". and then every scene they had together i had to cover my eyes bc it felt so wrong and bad and awkward. jesus. no build up at ALL, they're like family, i just. ew. no. it felt way too much like "oh we gotta pair off the leftovers" or "the main character can't end up single" well guess what, he fucking can. it was. god. i can't even explain the disgust. when he needed to heal and all she had to do was kiss him ugh. it felt so fake and empty of meaning. i would 100% prefer for it to be stiles (I'll get there) or his mom who snapped him out of it.

melissa and chris, i could get aboard with that. def cute, def weird af since his dead daughter was dating her son but, well.

stiles and lydia is a ship i have conflicting feelings about. i absolutely hate the concept of "the nerd" is in love with the popular girl since freshman year and he's borderline being a creep ("oh but it's stiles! he's a dork and he's harmless" no.), completely obsessed with her and she ignores him but then they end up getting together.. i mean, it sends a bad msg to obsessed boys about how it's worth it in the end, and it makes the whole relationship feel unbalanced from the start, makes her reciprocation feel unatural. BUT, i have to admit the show did kinda make me warm up to this ship by the end, curse them. it was kinda cute. i wish there was more mutualness before it became such an important part in 6a tho.

just gonna put it out there: malia/kira and lydia/allison. i wish we saw more girl on girl interactions in general but the ones we had were very good, great dynamics.

i won't get too much into it but i.. i don't ship st*rek. i understand why they're the biggest ship (two white hot boys that interact with each other, i mean.), and i see the couple of fan service-y moments the show throws at us but just. they don't have my heart, i don't really care about them. not the characters, the characters i absolutely love! (tho this watch i skipped most of season 1 and 2 and 3a and i think that's where derek is the most asshole.. didn't he do really bad things? idr) idk if you want a bad character on the way to redemption with someone you should ship liam and theo who had way better shippy chemistry imo, even tho their ship probably wouldn't be healthy given their dynamic history, huh.

the ship that does owns my heart? scilies. I'm a softy when it comes to best friends to lovers, and their bond and relationship is just. so. pure. don't get me wrong, i love me a good platonic relationship, but there was just one to many homoerotic interactions between them for me not to ship it, hard. (not to be that person but my guess is that if Scott was white it would have been a way bigger ship, but who knows?) i love their love, i love they would do anything for each other, and i feel like there were a bunch of very missed opportunities for them in later seasons :(

so representation. this feels like a show that is trying to be Woke TM but it's not going so well. the main character is supposedly latino but it's never ever addressed. idc about "oh we want a world without prejudice" you can still fucking address it. i mean they went to Mexico a couple of times, stiles keeps saying "Mexican cousin" i mean. god. give us something. did i mention scott was told he'd make a great "nazi youth" ..

and you don't need to be a genius to see the most characters are very white or at least very white passing. and when you don't address their non whiteness they might as well be..

i already mentioned how poorly i feel kira was treated, but also mason, who is a wonderful character, gets no depth? we know nothing about him other than being gay and smart pretty much.

i also spoke about the women already but, they were really really great women characters, but not enough of them, not enough that lasted.

there's not much to talk about disability bc it just wasn't on the show. the only blind character was healed which. /: same with epilepsy and asthma..

i think the show is probably very proud (ha) with their LGBTQ+ rep bc they're like "oh let's make this insignificant couple gay bc hey nbg". examples are lydia's grandma, La Bete and marcel, i think nolan and jiang were exes and then nolan and gabe were a thing? idr if it was explicit. the couple of girls in the tent.. probably a couple more. it's nice, def better than all random couples being straight but that's not satisfying as rep.

Danny was great. i think he and ethan were.. cute? i think he was awesome, i loved danny so much and was very excited to learn he KNOWS at the end of season 3 and was waiting to see him join the pack. instead he fucking disappeared?! wtf. #WhereDidDannyGo

brett was cute rep, especially being bi but i feel like it could go into the insignificant pool which, again, is better than nothing.

mason and corey i just don't have strong feelings about. they were definitely cute and I'm glad they were together, i love mason A Lot. i think this relationship could be explored more, or at least the characters could be explored more to give this relationship more depth.

very interesting how there's no wlw canon couple, not even hinted. just fan servicey hot malia kira dance which /:

not to mention transgenderness. god can you imagine the interesting plotline of transitioning while being a werewolf 0:

i think the rep i was most happy about was ethan and Jackson. even tho i don't think there was build up or clues in the first couple of seasons, I'm happy for the actor who i know was struggling with coming out publicly, and it was very fun and refreshing for the ending. even if we got very few scenes with them the dynamic was 10/10

the biggest problem is obviously stiles. i just don't understand why, if they're so supposedly progressive, they went to that length to queerbait without following through. the whole gag of wanting to be attractive to danny and to gay guys, the whole "aww danny want to have sex with me that's so nice", the whole "do you like guys too?". it's a gag. his alleged bisexuality is the butt of a joke, and it pisses me the fuck off. they don't have to make it a big deal or have him get a bf for it to be official. it wasn't subtle subtext. it was a CHOICE. to put a spotlight on his sexuality but not deliver. -100/10 would not recommend.

also they could talk about his mental health more.

and about Scott's, please and thank you.

and everyone's.

i had some more feelings, like villains changing sides without getting a proper redemption and having no consequences, the wholesomeness of the sherriff and mellisa being each other's kids second parent eichen house (wtf??), and more, but i think i wrote enough for now.

tl;dr- good show with A Lot of problems, will always have a place in my heart bc I'm a nostalgic gal.

#teen wolf #scilies #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #allison argent #kira yukimura #malia hale #lydia martin #rant #fandom #werewolves #I'm sorry i couldn't add a read more thing on mobile but I'll edit it when i get the chance

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goldentournesol · 3 years

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📺 for @reidingdays

today we’re doing nameless, faceless S5x1!! i had actually watched this ep recently bc of a fic i was writing, this is such a good ep, anyway, reactions under the read more!

- okay already the recap has me hooked as if i haven’t seen it already lmao!

-i just wanna say i think hotch was the perfect choice for the writers (for him to get the first big unsub storyline, if that makes sense)

-man i love it when morgan gets aggressive and sassy, “why’d they call us to come a crime scene”

-also i’ve always been curious, did mgg hurt his knee while shooting this episode or before it, because during the beginning it was bent just fine, if he’d gotten hurt before it, i’d imagine he wouldn’t be able to bend his knee like that

-aww emily’s the first one asking about hotch (my hotchniss heart🥺)

-i think this unsub story was written really well, the fact that he murders a different person every day he doesn’t get to his goal really gives me the chills

-lmao of course morgan makes it to the kid’s room before the kid replies to his father on the phone

-why in the hell would the kid go to school and put everyone in danger, this is giving me major gen z vibes

-ewww crowded hallways

-the hairtie!!! on his wrist!!!

-garcia going “you know for a smart boy you sure do ask a lot of DUMB questions” is SENDING ME

-BAU having a secret lockdown of a school is badassss

-i’m sorry if morgan spoke to me that way and told me to trust him i would be PUTTY

-oh my goshhh emily going to hotch’s apartment!!! how convenient is it that the door’s open lol!

-she’s so calm talking to garcia and reid i would be so stressed tbh

-unrelated but mgg’s voice sounds so exhausted and he’s been sitting since the beginning of the episode, i’m sure he’d already hurt his knee

-awww garcia calling all the hospitals to see if hotch has been admitted has me melting

-foyet dropping hotch off at the hospitals screams new kind of psychopath

-ughh this is so conflicting! on one hand the father has the right to be upset that the dr’s not even gonna operate on him but on the other the dr knows best, the kid’s technically braindead

-HOTCH!! i can’t believe he was stabbed nine times?? what an odd number

-PLEASE MY HOTCHNISS HEART

-SPENCER’S STUNT DOUBLE I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING ever since someone pointed it out on tiktok it’s all i can think about when i see that scene

-lmao not mgg laying on the floor with his knee bent that way!! someone tell this man he’s injured irl!!!

- reid prioritizing the unsub’s life to his own knee

-oh my goshhh hotch just woke up, i can’t belive this happened to him damn

-THE ADDRESS BOOK!! my heart strings i cannottt i know where this is going

-NOOO THE PICTURE OF HALEY AND JACK IN THE CREDENTIALS

-MY MAN HOTCH DIDN’T EVEN FLINCH AT THE SIGHT OF FOYET oop--he didn’t even blink when he shot the wall, (did no one in the building hear the gun shot?)

-hotch really said IT’S ON SIGHT!

-the scariest thing about foyet is him knowing exactly where to stab without hurting himself (or others)

-emily’s the only one to stay back! that’s gotta mean something! cbs were cowards

-again, swat is in full gear and the BAU is only in bulletproof vests

-I LIKED HALEY NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND the worry that flashes across her features?? you can’t tell me she didn’t love aaron

-AWWW JACK!! “they let me turn on the sirens!” HOW PRECIOUS OMG

-”how do you feel?” HE GOT STABBED 9 TIMES HALEY HOW DO YOU THINK HE FEELS

-haley being upset she’s going into WITSEC, likee???

-”how am i supposed to keep him safe if there’s no one i know to help me?” THAT LINE BROKE ME

-awwww jack being barely tall enough to be visible over the hospital door thingie he’s so tinyyyy!

-PLEASE I LOVE HOTCH AS A FATHER

-”are you okay?” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

-OH MY GOD THE CASE WITH THE FATHER AS A SURGEON IS A PARALELL TO HOTCH AND JACK!! IVE NEVER NOTICED BEFORE

-”what’s jack gonna remember about me in 10 years?” THAT YOU’RE A SUPERHERO

-GOT THE CHILLS, even though i know what’s gonna happen it still gives me the chills, that’s amazing writing people. one of the best first episodes of a season if you ask me

#thank you reidingdays!!#i enjoyed doing this!#i hope you enjoyed my commentary ahaha #this is a very good episode to be your favorite episode :D #SMC✨#steph's milestone celebration ✨#criminal minds liveblog #Criminal Minds

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 4 years

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43? Bc I want to get absolutely emotionally wrecked??

Warnings: Arguments, minor cussing, and trauma related to an accident.

This is a LONG one - 2,505 words. Buckle in guys, this is a doozy!

“Are you leaving? Even without a goodbye?” His voice cut through the silence.

He looked up, even in the dark he was gorgeous and his heart stopped, but after what was said, he had to get out. “Haven’t we said enough tonight?”

“Yes but never did I think you’d leave.” Race crossed his arms looking at Spot. “You’re just going to quit when things get hard?”

Spot’s bag dropped to the ground, the sound echoing in the hallway. “Well you accused me of cheating on you so what else is there to say?”

“Nothing. But don’t leave. Stay in the other room or the couch. Just don’t walk out. We can talk in the morning, just stay here tonight.” Race stood his ground, heart conflicted with reaching out to him or being pissed off. Currently, he was a mix of the two.

Spot swallowed, not moving. “Give me one reason I should stay and not walk out that door and be gone forever.”

The silence hung in the air. The two looked at one another - they had been together for a little over 9 months and this was their first major fight. The honeymoon period was officially over.

“One reason is because I love you, despite what you may or may not have done.” Race swallowed the knot that was in his throat. “And I know you love me. Don’t walk out that door, Spot.”

Spot sighed. “I shouldn’t give into you, Race. You hurt me and I actually don’t care what you think at the moment. I do love you but right now I can’t stay here.”

“Spot, Sean, don't leave. Where are you going to go? It’s midnight and it’s raining.” Race took two steps forward, stopping suddenly.

Holding up a hand, Spot grabbed his bag, shaking his head. “You’ve said enough, Race. I’m leaving. I’ll text you when I get to Hotshot’s.” And with that, the door creaked open, before Spot stepped out. “I do love you but I just can’t be here right now.”

The door shut with a gentle bang, leaving Race all alone in the apartment. Only then did the tears start and didn’t stop until the phone rang an hour later.

“Is this Antonio Higgins?” A nasally voice asked on the other line.

Swallowing the knot in his throat, he nodded before realizing she couldn’t see him. “Y-yes.”

“Sean Conlon was just brought into Rush Memorial Hospital’s Emergency Department and you were listed as his emergency contact.” She sighed. “You might want to get down here.”

He didn’t acknowledge her, just hung up the phone, shoved his feet into whatever shoes he could find, grabbed his keys before leaving the apartment. He took several deep breaths before getting into his car and making his way through the sleepy streets of the city.

Pulling up to the hospital, he haphazardly parked before making his way inside. He always hated hospitals, many years of being in the system and accidents. Usually Spot was by his side whenever he had anything medical done.

Walking up to the nurse’s desk, he cleared his throat, bouncing between his feet. “Can I help you?”

“I, uh, got a call about Sean Conlon.” He sighed, looking at the nurse with worried eyes.

She moved the computer mouse, checking her records. “What’s your relationship to him?”

“I’m his boyfriend and emergency contact.”

She nodded. “Okay. He’s currently in surgery. You can go up to the fifth floor waiting room. Just check in with the nurse at the front desk and she’ll let the surgeon know.”

“Do you have any indication of his injuries?” His eyes pleaded with her to give him any information.

She smiled sadly. “All the records say is internal bleeding, thus why he’s in surgery, and a broken arm. The surgeon will be able to tell you more in a bit.”

He thanked her before shuffling over to the elevators. He tapped his toes waiting. It finally came, slowly crawling to the fifth floor, every second feeling like an hour had passed. Checking in with the nurse, she directed him to the waiting room, telling him it shouldn’t be too much longer.

He fiddles with his phone, glancing up at the clock every few seconds, wishing time would pass more quickly. It was 3am so he couldn’t call any of their friends so that would have to wait.

Shitty infomercials were on the TV in the room, and even shittier magazines were laid out across the tables. Putting his head in his hands, he scolded himself. He should’ve done more to stop him from leaving the apartment. He grew up knowing that you should never drive when you’re angry. But he just let Spot leave. If the last words he would hear from Spot were that he loved him but couldn’t be around him ….. no, he couldn’t think like that. He would be groveling to get Spot’s forgiveness for a long time but he was willing to do whatever it took.

He wasn’t a religious person but he prayed to whoever was listening. “Just make sure he makes it. He’s got too much life yet to live.”

Tapping his toes, he sighed, leaning his head against the wall, eyes starting to count the number of ceiling tiles. He got to 52 before the door opened and a middle aged woman walked in, giving him a sad smile. “Antonio?”

“Yes? How is he?” Race stood quickly, giving her a look.

She motioned for him to sit, sitting across from him. “I'm Dr. Stone and I performed the surgery. He’s stable. He made it fine through surgery. He had a lot of internal bleeding from where the steering wheel hit his chest. It’s going to be touch and go for the next few hours but if he makes it through that, I would say he’ll be alright.”

Nodding, Race bit his lip. “Can I see him?”

“He’s being moved to his room now, but a nurse will come get you in a few minutes to show you to his room. We’re not expecting him to wake up until at least midday but you’re more than welcome to sit with him.” She smiled softly, standing. “Do you have any other questions?”

Race shook his head, watching her take her leave. He sighed, finally feeling a sense of relief since he got the phone call. The time, 3:45am, would be burned into his mind as he looked around the small waiting room. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he let himself calm down, not wanting to be a mess when he finally got in Spot’s room.

The door opened once more, a new nurse propping it open with her hip. “Antonio, I can take you back to Sean’s room now if you’d like.”

He stood, nodding, as he followed the nurse through the bleak colored hallway. She paused at the door and gave him a smile. “He’s sedated. Dr Stone told you that he won’t be awake until midday but you can talk to him and he’s comfortable.”

“Thank you.” He mumbled, as she left him alone outside the door. Putting his hand on the handle, he hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door.

His breath was taken away by how still Spot was in the bed. Normally he was all over the place, never stopped moving, much like himself. But the blanket was tucked under his arms, a pale white cast on his left hand, and a white bandage on his forehead.

Dropping in the seat beside the bed, Race picked up his hand and laced their fingers together. “Oh Spot.”

The anxiety, frustrations, worry, and pain had all built up to the tears spilling down his face. Laying his head on the bed beside Spot, Race cried silently as not to disturb the sleeping patient. “I’m so sorry for everything - the accusation, not doing more to keep you at the apartment, for flying off the handle - I’m just so sorry.”

More tears fell until he fell asleep, comforted by the steady beats of the heart monitor keeping tabs on Spot’s vitals.

The next thing he knew, something was touching his head. It was more of a twitch than an actual poke but his eyes flew open, quickly remembering where he had fallen asleep. The sun was just peaking through the blinds as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Starting around the room, his blue eyes landed on Spot, who was still sleeping peacefully.

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes found the clock on the wall. It was 7am. He sighed again, knowing he should let the family and friends know where they were and what had happened. A text was sent in the group chat before he locked his phone, not wanting to deal with it.

Just as he went to pocket his phone, the ringtone caught his attention, a special ringtone just for her. “Hello?”

“Got your text. How are you holding up?” Kat’s quiet voice came over the phone.

He shrugged. “I’m alright. Worried. It’s my fault he’s in here.”

“Race … I doubt that.” She said, as he walked over to the window to look out.

Race sighed, leaning his head against the window. “We had a fight at midnight, I didn’t try hard enough to get him to stay and he was in the accident. My fault.”

“Bam Bam it’s not your fault. Please don’t blame yourself.” Kat wished she could hug him through the phone. “Do you want me to come sit with you? Do you need anything?”

He cleared his throat, glancing over at Spot’s still body. “If you want to come up, you can. I don’t need anything.”

“We’ll be up when Jack wakes. I’ll bring you some food, okay?” Her calm voice calmed him down.

Walking back to the side of the bed, he sat in the chair. “Alright, pebbles. See you later.”

“Love you Bam Bam. I’ll text when we’re heading up in case you need anything.”

“Love you too. Hey pebbles?” Race paused, thankful his sister was looking out for him. “Can you run damage control for a bit? Let the group know that he’s not really up for visitors?”

Her heart broke hearing him ask that. “Sure, I’ll let them know. Text me if you need anything.”

Dropping the phone onto the bedside table, he sighed, picking up Spot’s hand once more. He pressed a kiss to the top of his hand, before laying his head down on the bed. “Love you Spottie.”

His eyes closed, the rhythmic beeping, luring him to sleep once more.

The next time he woke up, it was the sunshine glaring through the window that woke him. The clock read 10:23. He sat up, stretching his back before looking at Spot. His face was scrunched up as if he was in pain. Grabbing his hand, Race stood over him. “Hey Spot, it’s alright buddy. You’re okay. Can you open your eyes for me?”

It took a minute but his eyes blinked a couple of times, before Race saw the warm brown eyes he had fallen in love with. “Hey, hey. You’re okay. You’re in the hospital but you’re alright.”

Race reached over and pressed the nurse’s button before running a hand through Spot’s hair. “Stay with me, Spot. That’s it.”

“What happened?” Spot asked, groggily, blinking his eyes due to the brightness.

Race pressed a kiss to his forehead, sighing. “We had a fight last night, you left the apartment and got into a car accident. You had some internal bleeding, broke your arm and did something to your forehead.”

The opening of the door caught their attention as the nurse walked in. “It’s good to see you awake, Mr. Conlon. Do you mind if I check your injuries?”

Race held back his eye roll at the stupid question - what was Spot going to say, no? Spot locked eyes with him and rolled his. “I’ll let Dr. Stone know you’re awake and she’ll be in shortly. Do you need something for the pain?”

Spot nodded his approval as the nurse pulled out a syringe and put something in his IV. She also adjusted his bed so that he was sitting up more and not flat on his back. “That should help with the pain but not put you back to sleep. Dr. Stone will be in shortly then we can get you some lunch.”

She took her leave as Race laced his fingers with Spot’s. He squeezed them before looking at Spot. “I’m sorry for the fight, accusations, all of it. I’m sorry for not stopping you from leaving the apartment. It’s my fault you’re in here.”

“Hey snookums, it’s my fault I’m in here.” Spot reached over and ran his hands through Race’s head. “I was the one driving the car, my fault, not yours. And I’m sorry for not staying. You were right, I was quitting when things got hard and I’m sorry.”

Race was quiet, processing the words Spot had said. He bit his lip. “What do we do now?”

“Let me heal and talk.” Spot squeezed their hands. “Let’s take it one day at a time and just communicate before accusations and everything gets out of hand, alright?”

Race nodded, a smile crossing his face for the first time since yesterday evening. “Sounds like a plan. I love you, Spot.”

“I love you too, Race.”

Spot looking over at him with a small smile. “Relax - everything is okay right now. We’re good, I’m about to get some food and you probably should too. Snookums?”

Race sighed, sitting back in the chair, a weight lifted from his chest. “What?”

“Why do you have two different color shoes on?” Spot chuckled, immediately reaching up to hold his side. “Shit that hurts.”

Race stood, dropping a kiss on his cheek before looking down at the blue Converse and the green Nike he was wearing. “You did just have major surgery. Of course it’s going to hurt. As for my shoes, when I got the call about you being here, I was just focused on finding shoes and getting here. I didn’t even notice they were different.”

“You’re a dork, Race but you’re my dork and I love you for it.”

Race leaned forward, putting his forehead against Spot. “Love you too Spottie. Get some rest. Kat and Jack will be up soon so if there’s anything you want, let me know and they can bring it.”

Spot’s eyes closed, a sigh escaping his mouth before he fell back asleep. Race sat down, glad that all was well for the time being and Spot would be okay.

Thanks to @thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit for sending in that prompt. So that was a doozy! Sorry for the emotional rollercoaster!!!

What did you think? Feedback and comments are always appreciated!!

#newsies #newsies fan fiction #writing #prompt #newsies drabble #drabble requests #drabble prompt #thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit #racetrack higgins #spot conlon x racetrack higgins #spot conlon

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amelialincoln · 4 years

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Really been loving your fics, we needed more Amelink writers! Thought I'd ask for one if that's alright? So I'd love to see Link proposing to Amelia in a really rushed and imperfect way after he spent the week talking to people like Meredith, Jo, Owen, Webber, etc about hiw they got engaged. He tries to plan something perfect but messes it up somehow and Amelia obviously just laughs and says yes, idk I just wanna see stressed Link, hope this is enough to go off :)

We Find Love

“How did Derek propose?” Link found himself blurting out. Meredith peered over at him. He could see the confusion in her face, despite the surgical mask covering most of it.

“Are you thinking of proposing?” She asked turning back to her sutures.

“Maybe...yes. I think so,” he waved his instrument filled hands awkwardly, obviously flustered.

“Derek proposed in an elevator,” she put simply.

“Why an elevator?” Link asked.

Meredith shrugged. “It was just kind of a special place for us,” he tell she was smiling from her eyes. “It seems so silly now but honestly I was so in love with him that he could’ve done anything. It was perfect.”

“I know me and Amelia haven’t been together for that long, just with the baby on its way...not that that’s a reason. I just—”

“You don’t need to justify yourself,” Meredith interrupted. “When you know, you know.”

“Exactly,” Hayes’ chimed in. Link looked up to the peds surgeon, who he wasn’t aware was following the conversation.

Link placed his lab coat and scrubs in his locker before turning to leave the attending’s lounge.

“Hey,” Owen greeted him as he entered the room.

“Hi,” Link responded.

“You waiting for Amelia?” He asked as he went to open his own locker. Link nodded. “I just saw her get pulled into a surgery. Might be awhile.”

“Oh,” Link responded, as if on cue his phone buzzed with a message from her. “Great.”

Owen chuckled. “The life of two surgeons in a relationship.”

“Hey, how did you propose?” He asked. Owen raised his eyebrows, not expecting the question.

“Uh, which time?” He answered awkwardly. Link shrugged, hoping he hadn’t hit a sensitive spot. “Well my first proposal I just proposed to Cristina on the couch in our living room. It just seemed right and she wasn’t really into the romantic stuff,” he chuckled as if recalling an old memory. “Uh, with Amelia, well she actually proposed to me.” Link shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not aware of this story. “We’d both had past relationships and didn’t really want anything big. With Teddy, it was an on call room. I guess I’m not really the romantic type.” He shrugged. Link recalled Amelia’s story about their honeymoon troubles and believed it. “Are you thinking of proposing?”

“I guess so.” Link grinned.

“Well you’ll be the forth guy to propose to her.” Link tried to hide his surprise. “Weren’t aware of that one? She’s a handle that’s for sure and definitely a runner. That’s why she came to Seattle in the first place.” Owen clapped a hand on Link’s shoulder. “Good luck.”

“What’s up, you look stressed.” Jo slid into the cafeteria seat beside him. “What you got there?” Her eyes widened as she caught sight of it. “Atticus Lincoln, is that a ring box?”

“Jo, shut up,” he shushed her frantically.

“Wow, Shepherd did a number on you. It’s like we’re back in high school,” Jo teased, shoving a spoonful of jello into her mouth. “Yeah, I know it’s nasty. I forgot my lunch,” she explained, replying to his confused look. “So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” he answered defensively, not exactly sure why he was being defensive. “I’ve been trying to get advice.”

“Well it’s not like this is you or Amelia’s first marriage. She probably isn’t expecting anything.”

“I know,” he sighed. “What did Alex do?”

Jo grinned. “He’d set up this whole little romantic dinner and I was going to break up with him.”

“What?” Link exclaimed.

“Yeah, I was all about ultimatums back then. Me or Meredith, all that shit. Anyways, it was sweet and small and perfect.”

“So you didn’t break up with him?”

“No, I figured that once I was his wife he’d have to choose me over Meredith.” She shrugged. “Turns out I like her more than I was expecting to. If you want to talk to the big romantic people you could talk to Jackson. Maybe not the best way but he called of April’s whole wedding to confess his love to her. Arizona proposed to Callie and then they got in a car accident. Less romantic, more catastrophic.

“Who are—”

“And then Teddy proposed to her first husband because he was her patient and didn’t have good health insurance.”

“What?”

“Crazy times happened at this hospital before you came around,” Jo patted his arm. “Look, I know you want to do something nice but she’ll love anything you end up doing.” And with that she headed out of the cafeteria, jello cup in hand.

The next night Link raced to Meredith’s, knowing that Amelia’s shift ended only an hour after his. Maggie had told him to set up at Meredith’s and that he could tell Amelia that they were having a girls night to throw her off. Link was pretty sure Amelia didn’t need ‘throwing off’ but he agreed knowing that Maggie most likely wanted to see Amelia’s reaction.

“What do you mean you aren’t already married, aren’t you having a baby?” Zola asked as Link was frantically setting the table for two. “Mom says that you get married first and then the baby comes after.”

“Well in most cases.” Link answered, glancing over at her. “Hey, Zola stop picking at those flowers.” Referring to the bouquet he’d bought on their way home.

“Sorry,” Zola shrugged. “You’re just making her dinner? What else?”

“I don’t know,” Link mumbled guiltily. “What do you think I should do?”

“I dunno,” Zola answered. “That’s your job.”

“Right,” Link sighed as he tossed the salad and placed the bowl on the table. Suddenly, he heard the front door open. “Do I kneel now?” He asked Zola.

“How am I supposed to know, do I look married to you?” Zola replied. Link decided to kneel, his heart thumping in his chest. His shaky hands reached into his pocket.

“False alarm,” Zola giggled as Meredith entered the room.

“Oh wow,” Meredith laughed. “I’m so flattered.” She mocked fanning her face.

“Shut up,” Link grumbled. “I’ve been trying to get this right all week and I can’t figure out anything to do justice to how much she means to me. I wanted to plan out this big romantic gesture but that just seems dumb and I don’t want to wait any longer. I would marry her right now if I could. I’ve been carrying around this stupid ring all week trying to find a time to give it to her that seemed right but I’m so worried that I’ll screw it up that I back out every time. Like how do I ask her to marry me and sum up all the million things I love about her into such a short amount of time?” He ran a pathetically shaky hand through his hair.

“That’ll do,” Amelia’s soft voice enters the room, her hands circling the swollen bump that recently formed on her abdomen.

“I was about to tell you,” Meredith grinned.

“Are you kidding me?” Link balled his hands in frustration. Meredith grabbed Zola by the hand, the little girl’s eyes wide as if she were watching a special on tv, and dragged her out of the room to give the couple some space. “Amelia, I wanted—”

“Link, this is perfect.” Her eyes scanned the room, softy lit by a couple of candles on the table. A bottle of sparkling water was sitting in a small bath of ice and she smiled as she saw that he’d made all her favourite pregnancy cravings. A sharp aroma drifted through the room and Link seemed to noticed it too.

“I burnt the chicken,” he nodded in disappointment, not even bothering to run to the kitchen in an attempt to salvage it. “This is a nightmare.”

“This is not a nightmare.” Amelia shook her head, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “You are absolutely perfect in every way, Atticus Lincoln.” He tried to conceal the blush that was overwhelming his cheeks, feeling like an idiot. “Now do you have a question to ask me or...” she bit her lip with a smile.

“Oh. Yeah!” He knelt down on one knee and glanced up into her deep blue eyes before removing the lid to the little velvet box in her hand. “Amelia Shepherd, from the moment I met you I haven’t spent a day without the thought of you entering my mind. You amaze and inspire me to be a better person and a better surgeon.” He paused as he saw tears begin to build at the edges of her eyes. “You make me so excited to be a father. I mean very scared...but also very excited and I would love to spend the rest of my life raising this child, and maybe other children,” he tried to hide his excitement, “with you. I wan’t to wake up beside you every morning and fall sleep with you in my arms every night. Amelia, will you marry me?”

“Of course,” she answered without hesitation. “And I would reply with the same answer if you’d asked me on our car ride to work or in the middle of surgery.”

“Would that have been better?”

“No, you loser,” she rolled her eyes as he slipped the ring on her finger. “Now come here and give your fiancée some kisses.”

“Do you say that to all of us?” He teased as he fulfilled her request.

sorry this is super shitty but I feel the need to write any prompt im given haha (that makes it sound like i dont like writing prompts but i do!!!) plz keep sending them bc they keep me motivated<3 and thx sm for all the support on my recent fics.

#amelia shepherd #greys abc #amelinkfanfiction #amelinkfanfic #amelinkfic #amelink #atticus lincoln #greys anatomy #jo wilson #meredith grey #owen hunt #teddy altman #maggie pierce #zola shepherd #derek shepherd #merder

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g0d-isaw0man · 5 years

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QUEEN FACTS pt.1

heyyyy guys, what’s up

so, as promissed, here you go some Queen Facts (most of them are fun facts, not the “oh they did this show and have this amount of albuns” stuff because it’s boring. sorry but that’s the tea). But I’ll be posting some basic facts as well ok so RELAX AND HAVE FUN!

Freddie received a degree in graphic arts (Ealing Art College) and was responsible for creating the band’s logo. he was also amused by astrology, and that’s the basis of, well HIS LIFE (I’ll talk about it later). the concept of the emblem is to unite the zodiac signs of all members of the group. John and Roger are leo, brian is cancer (shit this sounds weird) and freddie is (a virgin) virgo.

Dominique, Roger's first wife, was diagnosed with breast cancer. she got really sad about it and sort of helpless, so Freddie told her about her AIDS condition. it was not a way to get her to feel better or anything, he just wanted her to have a shoulder to cry and share everything. he really was a wonderfull person. (this was taken from Jim’s book, Mercury and Me)

Also on Dominique, when she and Roger were still together (around 1987) she got diagnosed with pneumonia. Roger then stopped smoking and I seriously cried when heard about it. not sure if this is true, but I’ve haven’t seen him smoking after that, so yeah.

OK OK THIS ONE IS INTENSE AND GIHDKNFM OK

Roger got arrested in 1983, after he and Rick Parfitt got so fucking drunk in the Monaco Grand Prix! Rick said and I quote “ "Yeah, I went to Monaco with Roger and we finished up in prison. It was quite a funny night, we were accused of something we didn't do, but we sat in prison all night and it rained all the next day so we didn't see the race. We had a thoroughly bad time, but we came home laughing." I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE YGUDFHFJKF

John is the quietest member of the band, but as Brian says, with only two sentences he can make you curl up AND DIE and that’s beautiful. I MEAN LOOK AT THE SONGS HE WROTE WTF

Brian's mom said that when he was little he wanted to be a surgeon, but Bri says he doesn’t remember that. well, turned out just fine didn’t he bc ASTROPHYSICIST

Freddie said he and the boys had a hard time shooting the Sheer Heart Attack album photos. They had to cover themselves in vaseline and then having a hose of water turned on them. “ The end result is four members of the band looking decidedly unregal, tanned and healthy, and as drenched as if they’ve been sweating for a week.” But JESUS what a breathtaking photoshoot I STAN

The Prophet's Song was inspired by a dream Brian had. lol was he on lsd during his sleep or what

ok, the last one is a story and about the rebel cinnamon roll rogah taylah ARE YOU READY?????? let’s go

The year is 1989. Roger was completing 40 years of life and decided to celebrate it with a huge party OBVIOUSLY. the invitation said "rock til you drop" and it was a "schooldays" theme party. and he had 1000 guests to dress up appropriately. Roger had hired two HUGE searchlight spotlights for the evening, to scan the sky over the house. He had to obtain special permission from the British Aviation Authority to use them (to ensure any aircraft didn't think they were landing lights and stuff). They roved back and forth across the clear sky AND GUESS WHAT YEAH OF COURSE IT CAUSED CAOS. People living nearby, and anywhere up to about 25 miles away, could see them sweeping the sky, and thought they were UFOs. People were driving towards the lights from right across Surrey and Hampshire to see if aliens were landing CAN YOU IMAGINE! The police in the county were inundated with calls about the mysterious lights, and cars were pulling up on the busy road that runs past Roger's property and their occupants were standing on the verges looking upwards. The event even made the front page of the next days newspapers. SHIT I WISH I WAS THERE LMFAO CAN YOU IMAGINE

some pics of the event cause DAMN FGYUAEIHRFKV

John looks cute I CAN’T DEAL WITH IT

Roger and Debbie (they look so wonderfull UGH)

Brian and Anita aka CUTEST COUPLE HM EVER

Freddie and Anita aww

THE NEWSPAPER JIOHUIGYUFTD-

ok that’s all for todayyyy- this took hours of my life holy shit send help -, hope you liked and yeah have a great life (if it’s even possible after this UFO ALARM PARTY OF ROGERS) byee

Queen facts pt.2

Roger facts

#queen #facts #funny #roger taylor #brian may #freddie mercury #john deacon #deaky #ufo #lol #bohemian rhapsody #i'm still not over roger's party #how can i go back in time

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prettyyoungtragedy · 5 years

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Writing meme

Thanks to the amazing talented @bitsandbobsandstuff for tagging me!

Q: What is your coffee order?

Black with simple syrup for when I feel dead, otherwise Americano, two shots of hot milk and one sugar.

Q: What is the coolest thing you’ve ever done?

Survived cancer (once)

Swam with whales in the Atlantic

Hiked the Arctic Tundra

Had dinner with Olympic gold medalist Caster Semenya

Had one of my fanfics picked up by Penguin Random House to be published into a novel.

Q: Who has been your biggest mentor?

Career wise? My mother, she’s a trauma surgeon, works 18 hour days and has 5 kids, in my eyes, she’s God.

For writing? Stephen King even though he doesn’t mentor me lol.

Q: What has been your most memorable writing project?

It’s a toss up between It’s all fun and games, until you catch feelings and Tear in my heart. It’s all fun and games it what really put me on the map as a tumblr writer and Tear in my heart is the story that got picked up to be made into a novel. Both of them are my heart and soul because I poured so much of myself into every chapter.

Q: What does your writing path look like, from the earliest days until now?

I started writing in middle school, most of the time it was my English teacher named Sasha (who till today I credit my creativity too because she helped me so much) who encouraged me to take up creative writing to help me speak better English, as it’s not my first language.

I would write short stories on anything and everything (Mostly Jonas Brother fanficion lmao) and that became Goosebumps fanficiton etc.

I stopped writing for a while even though in high-school I tried to outline a novel a few times but failed at doing so because I had other things like boyfriends at getting engaged at 18 on my mind lol.

I only got into Marvel Fanfiction I think in 2016, I dabbled in reading a few chapters of this and that, mainly Steve Rogers and when I was finally comfortable with it, I posted my first sorta canonically correct fic titled Nothing like home. which is just hot garbage lol

But over time I guess I got better.

Q: What is your favorite part about writing?

Getting feedback from my Beta.

Q: What does a typical day look like for you?

Wake up at 5AM, go to the gym work out for 45 minutes and convince myself I am getting skinny,

Eat breakfast and tell myself I’m fat,

Go to my boring finance job where I get yelled at and cry behind my desk twice a day, work work, work,

Some day’s treatment where I convince myself my hair isn’t thinning and I look fabulous, this never works.

Then lunch, drink a healthy smoothie,

Work again, see clients, move money around, pretend I am Billionaire Tony Stark and I am so cool (jk im not),

See my therapist, talk about how I don’t want to kill myself just bc I’m sick.

Go home, make dinner, annoy my roommate, sit down and write for a few hours, publish some average fanfiction and hope people like it.

Go to sleep and repeat this hum-drum process again for another 40 years.

Q: What does your writing process look like?

I have the following steps when I write:

Get an idea, jot it down. write out the ending or the outline for the ending. So I have a vision of where I am going with this.

Bounce these ideas around with my beta and make a moodboard, those always help me figure out my plot.

Figure out who my characters are going to be eg. Happy Steve? Sad Steve? Angsty? Fluffy? My inspiration depends a LOT on where the idea comes from.

Once i have my characters, I write down who dies, who lives, who ends up sad, happy, what changes their characters will go through and most importantly, how am I getting to the ending I see in sigh.

I write and write and write then bug my beta to make sure the idea is fine, no plot holes etc and I take it from there. Usually the editing process deletes half of the fic but yeah.

And that’s my process haha. it’s hot garbage.

Q: What’s the best advice you’ve gotten?

"You might as well say fuck it and do it anyway because if you die, you die” - My mother

Q: What’s the biggest lesson you’ve learned?

It doesn’t hurt to be kind to someone, even if they are shitty to you. One nice word to a stranger can change anyone’s life, your’s included.

Q: What advice would you give someone who wants to start writing?

Don’t stress it too much, don’t over think what you are writing. Just put your idea onto that document/paper. If you feel like it’s not good enough let someone else be the judge of that, hence the idea of a beta.

If you don’t get feedback immediately, don’t be discouraged. it doesn’t mean your work isn’t good enough it just means you haven’t found your audience.

Lastly, If you want to start writing, three things to remember. 1. Don’t get into your own head and discourage yourself. 2. Every idea is great, you just have to find your audience. 3. Creativity starts with an idea.

Tagging: @sgtjbuccky @jaamesbbarnes @tropicalcap @all1e23 @moonbeambucky @notimetoblog @teamcap4bucky @buckyofthemyscira @lokissoul @kentuckybarnes @suz-123

#Personal #Writing meme #about me

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bowics · 5 years

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( cis female ) haven’t seen ELEANOR “ELLIE” CLARKE around in a while. the LAURA HARRIER lookalike has been known to be (+) VEHEMENT & (+) INCISIVE, but SHE can also be (-) MATERIALISTIC & (-) INDULGENT. The 23 year old is a SENIOR majoring in LAW. I believe they’re living in POTENTAS but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door.

it is i, again, dumb bitch ingrid. back with my second intro as promised. took a little longer than expected but we out here fam,,, come plot w ellie too...

yall thought i wouldnt make a pinterest board for her too?????

full name: eleanor clarke nickname: ellie, el age: 23 birth date: august 15th, 1995 birth place: rochester, new york sexual orientation: bisexual spoken languages: english

eleanor was born into a wealthy, religious family in rochester. a family that worked to get to where they are. her mom, a renowned surgeon and her dad a flight engineer. they were barely around, both had demanding jobs and eleanor often found herself at the hands of numerous nannies throughout the years.

she’s an only child, she got a little spoiled by her parents but it came from guilt more than anything else.

she went to an all girls private school, a catholic one where she was taught a lot of things she didn’t particularly agree on, she never learned how to keep quiet which made her seem troubling and “disrespectful” according to her teachers.

ellie never heard the end of it, especially from her dad. she always got told the same discourse about how he’d worked his ass off to send her to the best school and whatnot. she knew it by heart, and could probably still recite it to this day.

she excelled in high school, mostly because that was the only way to keep her parents happy. eleanor had already decided on a career path, she wanted to be a model. her parents didn’t say anything at first when she brought it up, instead they let her dream about it and participate in local photoshoots and whatever opportunity she found on her own.

however by her senior year, her dreams were crushed when her parents made her apply to universities and choose an “acceptable” major. she only applies to lockwood’s pre law because of a friend.

she’s good at it though, and quickly found a liking for it. she still likes to pretend she’s some sort of instagram model though which really boosts her already too big ego.

extra deets !

she’s kind of a closeted bi ?? like, she’s not sure what her parents would do if they found out she’s bi so she likes to keep it very lowkey... but not entirely... just u know ... it’s probably not a super known fact

tatiana was her childhood friend, definitely the friend who convinced her to apply to lockwood too

she spends too much money on stupid shit ,,, someone make her stop

she kinda likes arguing ?? like ... she LOVES being right and just going off on people ... mayb why shes a good lawyer ,,

shes super organized. like everything has to be all neat.

probably was late to all her morning classes bc she was doing her makeup nkjfne

wc’s !!

childhood friends !!

people she knows from church mayb (( she doesnt go to church anymore but she did growing up ))

ppl she has beef with... probably hella petty and dumb beef

hookups, fwbs, all that good shit ,,, u know what i mean

exes ?? ma ..y b??

i think a crush would be :// cute and angsty :// like if ellie has a crush on this girl but shes too scared to pursue her romantically bc she doesnt want to fully come out ya know ://

friends !! all types of friends pls !!

neighbors ?? idk ??

literally anything please ,, , :/

#water:intro #its super late but come get yall juice !!!

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ask-svt-hearteu · 7 years

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mafia! Mingyu

anon requested: “Could you do Mafiamember!Mingyu please?? Thank you!!”

Admin Jess: Ok so I know this is extremely late, but I wanted to make sure I could do this au correctly so I researched and rewrote, and made people edit and read this and went over it again and so yea,,, Hope you enjoy:)

Warnings: This is a bit of a ride,,, so mature themes including mentions of death, drugs, mild cursing, it's a mafia au soooo...

Word count: A LOT MORE than usual

Mafia! Mingyu is no joke everyone

like damn

klutzy or not this boi can do it all

he knows how to dress a bullet wound faster than any surgeon can

knows how to make fairly powerful explosives too

but don't ask the others how he practices

there have been too many times when Seungcheol has had to yell "COVER!!!" as Mingyu sets off one of his experimental explosives

let's just say the others have flame resistant tables close by whenever Mingyu is experimenting

he's still really young

new to the Svt mafia gang

not the youngest admittedly but already an indispensable member

he runs exports on explosives because that's his specialty of course

but since that isn't always in high demand

he's in charge of the clean-up committee

removing any evidence of the gang and their activities from any physical place

which is probably why the cops haven't caught them yet

there's never any evidence

not even a speck of blood

not even a hair

nothing

it's like they're ghosts

Mingyu generally runs his own team through Svt's side businesses

either exporting explosives, or cleaning up after the mess of a job

but other times you can find him partying with the others in some club

or playing some high-stakes poker with some of the other members, like Wonwoo since he runs Svt's underground games

on really rare occasions for really important jobs

he gets called in for protection racketeering

because Seungcheol trusts Mingyu the most to handle these sorts of one client jobs

Svt specializes in protection racketeering

protecting people who can't get protection through the law

or protecting people from the law

big jobs require everyone

but the small scale ones

Mingyu get called along with some others

which is where you come in

where you meet Mingyu

you see

you didn’t like the family business

but hey a person’s gotta eat

even if that means you have to supply drugs to the criminals in this town

whatever it takes

at least you can afford some nice shoes

like those heels you got last week

the ones that are sharp enough to poke someone's eyes out

quite literally

at this point, you're kind of used to it

the whole running around with the wrong crowd

the feeling of your heart racing as a deal goes down

you're the face of your family business now

your dad ran the lab

made everything

handled all the business behind the scenes

and you were the pretty face up front

making the deals

smiling because you know you live on the edge now

and the feeling is a bit exhilarating

your dad takes you to the lab often and shows you how to use the equipment

but you're not too interested in the science behind it

but he shows you anyway

in case things ever go wrong

and you need to run things by yourself

it made enough sense to you anyway

things weren't always like this of course

you used to be a very normal family

before the accident

and your family fell into debt from a steadily increasing hospital bill for your mom

and when your mom passed away

the law felt no sympathy

never showed you and your dad, who had never hurt even a fly before, any mercy

and in that cruel moment of time

your dad turned to other methods for a way to pay off the debt

when the law fails you

you don't listen to it

besides

the drug business is good money

dirty but good money

and as much as you didn’t really want to have to deal with slimy characters

people too high out of their minds to give you the time of the day or what year it was

or how it fueled gang business

you welcomed it

welcomed the lifestyle

as risky as it was

because you had your father with you

and the law didn’t need to know

slowly your debt was repaid

but by then you had been done with trying to lead a normal life

it was boring, not fun

and to be honest

you didn't know what else to do anyway

still you knew your dad was getting tired of living dangerously

soon your family business became the biggest in the area

enough that your dad could buy a nice little house in the suburbs

enough that you could leave this life behind the both of you

and just enjoy life

but things in the drug circle don't always work out that nicely do they?

because when you deal with drugs and criminals

there's always danger around you

and you can't let down your guard for even a second

one day you head home to your small apartment in the bad part of town

you had been packing your stuff to move into the new house with your dad

everything had been going smoothly

but when you get home

your dad is gone

and the lab and everything

it’s just gone

everything was silent

you close the apartment door and look out over the cardboard boxes littering the floor

the picture frames of your family before you started the business

the various books from your childhood

all your memories were packed away in these boxes

but where was your dad?

you hear a knock on the door

it's loud and cuts through the silence like a knife

you steady yourself as you remember

your dad had briefed you many times on what to do if he was found out

deals can go sour, plenty of people could have been after him

wanting blood for one thing or another

or the cops could have caught him

many things could have happened

but the first thing he told you?

never open the door if someone knocked

only those who don’t have a key knocked

and if they don’t have a key

they weren’t your friends

you slowly backed up to the kitchen where your dad hid emergency supplies

cash in ziploc sandwich bags

fake ID’s and passports

extra drugs to sell in a pinch

and your hand wrapped around what you were looking for

the gun

you grabbed the supplies slipping the backpack over your shoulder and steadily, calmly aimed at the door

and waited

the knocking had stopped and you could hear voices

"The boss said this was the guy's house."

"That old man sold us short!!! He owes us thousands, he has it coming!!!"

"His daughter should be home soon, let's just grab her and get out before the cops are called."

“That'll show him for trying to mess with us."

"I can't wait to put a bullet through them both."

your blood runs cold hearing their words

a bang shakes the whole frame of the apartment

you know your neighbors won't be any help

no one's here

you slowly back up looking for your phone and some possible escape route

when the worst possible timing happens

and your phone rings from across the room

"Fuck, I knew there was someone inside!!!" comes the voices outside as the pounding on your door increases

you dive for your phone

“Hello?” you curse yourself for having a shaky voice

“Miss y/n? Your father left you in our protection, please follow our instructions carefully.” a deep voice said calmly

you jumped at the sound of metal crashing on metal

"Great if you have instructions I'd like to not die." you say

“He told us to tell you emergency code 7991 if you don't believe us." the deep voice returns

the emergency plan number, the one your dad told you meant to throw away any inhibitions you have and to follow this plan in order to live

it also meant a deal went sour

“Ok so what do I do now?!?!?" you supply pulling both backpack straps higher onto your back and leveling the gun in your hand

“Someone is waiting outside to take you to a safe location, all you have to do is get out of the apartment.”

the front door bursts open right as you hear these directions revealing several men

with weapons no less

you frantically looked around and spot the bathroom window

"Grab her!"

quickly, you throw it open as you take the short leap and land outside

you take off before they have a chance to even aim a gun at you

you run around a corner

before being jerked backwards by someone who grabbed your arm and covered your mouth with a hand

'Fuck me if this is how I die.' you think struggling to escape whoever it is

'To think I was going to buy that jean jacket I've had my eyes on for weeks..'

great last thoughts, y/n

struggle as you might you were no match for this person

you twist your head to try to look at him

and you stop struggling bc

something about him doesn't seem all that dangerous

wow don't you love having your priorities straight before possibly dying

the men from earlier run past shouting and you see the guy who's holding you stare at them for a bit after they disappear through an alley

and the man holding you sighs in relief before letting you go and placing two firm yet gentle hands on your shoulder and looking at your face with dark eyes

he was at least a head taller than you and his face was handsome and his features were sharp and dark

his hair was lightly tousled and his gaze felt reassuring for some reason as you stare at him

“I’m here to take you to the safe house.”

'so time to think very carefully about what your next words are, y/n, he could be here to kill you' you think

"Ok."

smoooooth

he says nothing more as he pulls you up and opens the door to a black mercedes parked a bit away

you stand frozen, heart racing from your too many near death experiences today

him dragging your arm as you stop in front of the car

this is why you don’t like the family business

if only drug dealers could retire and get a nice house in the suburbs without needing bullet proof windows

or bullet proof anything

or a heaping helping of death and danger every five minutes

“Who are you?” you ask

real smart y/n asking the stranger who saved you from a bullet in the stomach who they were, you thought to yourself

he turns back to face you

and you think ‘DYING BY STUPID QUESTIONS WOULD NOT BE FUN TODAY!’

but he just tilts his head to the side a bit

and gives you a cute smirk

“You can call me Mingyu.”

then he pulls you into the car, slamming the door behind you, taking the driver's seat and hits the accelerator faster than you could say “seatbelts first”

screeching out of the parking stall

racing down the road

you grip onto your backpack containing your few emergency supplies

holding the gun lightly in front of you in view of Mingyu

“There’s no need for that”

Mingyu caught your eyes through the rearview mirror

“If I were here to kill you, I would have done it by now.” he throws the words out casually

“Why thanks Mingyu-ssi, that’s super reassuring.” you huff, lowering the gun by a bit

he chuckles at your response which surprises you

guess even the mafia has a sense of humor?

“Soooooo, Mr. Mingyu, did my father hire you?”

“Yes,” Mingyu said glancing at you through the rearview mirror again, “hired us to protect you until he could clean up this mess that the deal left.”

cryptic

but you weren’t stupid

“He wants me to stay out of it.”

“He wants you to stay safe.” you looked up at Mingyu after he said it

"I can take care of myself just fine." you bluff rolling your eyes

Mingyu just raises an eyebrow at you through the rearview mirror

"Does hiring the mob sound super safe to you?" you ask him in response to his eyebrow raise

“We take our jobs really seriously, Miss, you don’t have to worry.” Mingyu supplements

“Said the freaking mafia to the drug dealer’s daughter…” you mutter

he chuckles again

“Yes, the situation isn’t ideal, Miss.”

“Just call me y/n, Mingyu-ssi.”

"Then just call me Mingyu, y/n."

as he drives along the back roads he glances at you from the rearview mirror

“Pay attention to the road Mingyu, the last thing we need is a car crash. Are you staring because I’m pretty?” You say jokingly, not really expecting a response as you try lightening the mood but also calm your own anxious nerves down

“And if I am?" He flashes a grin at you one more time from the rearview mirror before staring straight ahead at the road again

you blush and shut right up, shaking your head to clear your jumbled thoughts

the short car ride ends when you both reach a hotel

it's a pretty fancy hotel

one with full-on suites

“My orders were to wait here and protect you for a few days while the others figure out how to get you and your father resettled in a safe place. Then we’ll rendezvous with them at the warehouse.”

“We’re staying at this hotel?”

“Well I think it’s better than bleeding out in some alley somewhere.” He laughs while you shoot him a glare

“It’s just kind of fancy for a drug dealer’s daughter don’t you think?”

“Hey, the mafia is nothing if not fancy.”

he smiles brightly throwing you off

he could honestly pass for some college kid now that you get a chance to look at him, he can't be much older than you are

and he definitely does not look like a tall intimidating man who could kill you

he grabs your hand pulling you into the lobby

“What the heck-” you start trying to get him to let go while he drags you across the beautiful foyer

“I’m here to check in.” he says pleasantly

smiling warmly at the lady behind the desk

you see her get flustered at Mingyu’s good looks bc of course and stammer asking him what his name was

“It’s under Mr. and Mrs. Kim.”

EXCUSE ME?!?!?

sure a newlywed couple sounded like a good cover story but ?!?!?!

you're about to chop off Mingyu’s arm tbh mafia or no mafia when he pulls on your hand tighter causing you to yelp

“Isn’t that right Mrs. Kim?” smirking a bit before raising an eyebrow at you warning you silently ‘I think you should play along or bad things will happen…’

“Right,” you mutter before giving the hotel lady a fake smile and turning away to secretly plot your revenge on Mingyu, the giant, somehow

when he gets the room key he pulls you to an elevator and clicks the button for the 17th floor

When the elevator doors close he finally releases your hand and slides quietly to the other side of the elevator

a small smile on his face that you absolutely notice

you frown at the sudden feeling of absence of his hand holding yours

God pull yourself together y/n lol

the day’s events finally start catching up to you while you wait for the elevator to bring you to your destination

when the elevator doors open you rush out into the hallway feeling a bit claustrophobic in that cramped elevator with Mingyu and his stupid small smile and his cute eyes andwifkekrjqfkwjfnwj

hugging your backpack tighter, you start walking down the hallway when

“Miss y/n, the room’s the other way.”

blushing at your mistake

“I thought I said you could just call me y/n, I don’t need the ‘miss’ part!”

you walk back towards him, flustered, when your foot catches the edge of the carpet

and you trip

right into Mingyu’s arms

he catches you in his arms before you fall on your face

his face breaking into a smile

“Nice walking skills you got there.”

you smack his arms as he helps you up

Mingyu shaking his head and still chuckling lightly

he presses the room key to the handle and when you both walk in

a living room area, a half kitchen, and a huge fluffy bed laid out in the interior

“It’s so beautiful!” you stare in awe

gotta be one of the nicest places ever

being in the mafia must have its perks

you stare out the window

metropolitan smog aside

you could see a lot of the city’s skyline

the harsh outlines of the skyscrapers contrasting with the soft clouds in the sky

you set your backpack down on the sofa and take a few minutes just soaking in how extravagant it all was

"Guess you chose the right line of business huh?" you joke looking back at Mingyu

"It's alright." he laughs sitting down on a seat in the dining room

“Wait….We aren’t sharing a bed are we?!?!?” you say eyes widening

Mingyu bursts out into laughter making you jump

"No, mafia don't sleep, y/n." he says shaking his head, "Plus there's an adjoining room." pointing at a door

"Oh, but still humans need sleep." you counter walking over to inspect the kitchen

you're taken by surprise when Mingyu walks right up to you

you instinctually move backwards until your back hits the kitchen counter

and he still stands over you staring into your eyes

"Are we really human?" he smirks eyebrow raised questioningly

"I'm not going to answer that." you say holding your breath but also not backing down as you stare right back into his dark brown eyes

you stand there for a few more seconds, him inches from you, until he breaks the silence, moving backwards a slight smirk still on his face

"Good choice." he gives you a slight bow before saying, “I’ll let you settle in for the night and we can have dinner later. You should sleep, it’s been a stressful day.”

and before you say anything in response

he enters the adjoined room and closes the door softly behind him

you stand frozen in the spot he left you at

your heart beating quickly against your ribcage

your heart doesn't race like this normally

you take a few shaky breaths before you move again

the hotel provides coffee and popcorn

basically the two basic things necessary for a balanced diet

so you plop onto the couch

turning on the tv while your popcorn went pop-pop-popping in the microwave and the smell of coffee filled the living room

once it's done, you grab the bag from the microwave and a blanket from the bed and settle in for an old rerun of a movie

you weren’t sure when exactly but you fall asleep in the middle of your blanket

when you wake up, you're still by yourself in the hotel room

but on the dinner table is a bowl of ramen

from the gentle steam curling up from it, you can tell it's still a bit hot

a note is written next to it in neat handwriting

'Got a call about something and need to run an errand. Be smart and don't leave the room. Also don't forget to eat. -Mingyu'

you purse your lips

"I'm always making smart decisions excuuuuse me Mr. Mafia." you say aloud to yourself while reading his note

however you sit down and hastily have some ramen

the noodles were perfectly cooked

it was perfect wtf

"Is there anything he can't do?" you shake your head smiling while finishing the food

as you finish up and put the bowl in the sink, you hear a gentle knock on the door

you hesitate

wouldn't Mingyu have the key?

you walk cautiously to the door and peer out the peephole

a man stands there in a hotel uniform pushing a cart of towels

so not thinking much of it you open the door

"Did your room call for more towels, Miss?" the man says to you pointing at the extra towels

"No we didn't." you frown confused, "But thank you."

you're about to close the door

but he puts his hand on the door, holding it open

"You're not very smart, Miss."

he grabs your arm roughly pulling you out of the hotel room where finally you seem to realize what's happening

you struggle trying to hit your attacker

another man stands next to the door and he kicks you sending you sprawling on the ground gasping for air

"Honestly, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." the man sniggers

you clutch your side as you feel the throbbing pain from the kick spreading quickly, causing tears to well up in your eyes

"We ain't stupid sweetie, it ain't hard to track a girl with security footage in this part of town."

he yanks you up by your arm

the pain is really getting to you now as little black spots appear in your vision

"Take her to the boss, we can get back our money from the old man now and then kill 'em both."

he pulls out a zip tie and bounds it tight around your wirsts

the two drag you through to the service stairs as you descend down

from the pain, you gather that you might have bruises for weeks

and honestly that's hella shitty

it made you more mad than scared

you weren't one for always being scared in tough situations

goes with being in the drug business

bless your father's soul for signing you up for self-defense classes

because you feel one of the man's hold on you release as he reaches for his phone to probably report back

the other not holding on as tightly thinking you must be in too much pain to fight back

and you aim one beautiful kick directly into the man's crotch

causing him to howl in pain

yea, criminal or no, you'd think henchmen would be smarter by now

you feel his grasp release as he tumbles down the stairs

adrenaline coursing through you, you leap the last few steps yourself

hands still tied together

and run

run like your life depends on it

because it does

out the nearest exit you can find

when you run into the door and burst out into sunlight

you realize you're in the back entrance to the hotel

no place to hide

the cursing of the henchmen behind you getting closer

your instincts take over as you run

making it easy to cross over the obstacles in your path as you search for somewhere, anywhere to hide

settling for some cars you leap over the hood of one and hide

hands still bound by this annoying zip tie

"Search the area, she can't have gotten very far!" you hear

you try to catch your breath as you hear them nearing

there's nowhere else to go now

you hold your breath as you see their legs appear from your hiding spot

circling the cars near you

'Well, if I die today, I can take comfort in the fact that one of you can't have children anymore' you think to yourself

and your eyes widen as their faces appear behind the car you're hiding behind

"Why hello there, Miss, are you lost?" he pulls on your hair forcing you out of your hiding spot

you close your eyes

tears forming again from the stinging pain

when you hear a loud crack

and suddenly he lets go of your hair

another loud sound

and you open your eyes

and there's Mingyu

the henchmen unconscious at his feet

"Y/n, are you ok?"

you don't answer him

maybe you died

maybe they killed you dead and right now you're just imagining Mingyu in front of you

"I'm really sorry, I should have been more careful, y/n, I shouldn't have left, I came running as soon as I realized they could have tracked us,,, I had been way too distracted-"

he pulls you into his arms mid-sentence

and just holds you

as finally the events catch up to you

you're not dead

you're alive

because Mingyu found you

the tears finally start falling as he brushes your hair back

apologizing over and over

not letting you go

saying everything is ok now

you don't notice when a car pulls up behind the two of you as Mingyu gently leads you to sit in it with him

he doesn't let go for quite a while

"Y/n, you're safe now, I'm sorry. I'm glad you're safe and I promise, you're never going to get hurt again."

the car ride continues in silence

as he holds you in his arms

and as you try to disappear into his hold

where it feels safe

the zip tie is cut off your hands

and you watch as Mingyu stares at the red skin that got cut by the zip tie

he opens a panel in the car revealing some bandaids as he puts it over your wrist

the car ride stops in front of a warehouse

where Mingyu helps you out of the car and in through a side entrance guarded by several men

and inside is your dad

your tears renew as you see him and you run up to him crying

happy to be safe and back together

it's a few months later that you see Mingyu again

after your father and you settle in a new part of town

under new names

in a nice house

though you definitely had to spring for those bullet-proof windows

and you didn't really know how

but you get dragged back into the drug business

guess you're attracted to the lifestyle

nothing is more exciting then dealing with the devil, you suppose

you steadily want to build an empire around you

and make yourself untouchable

clients line up and the money rolls in

it's fun

you're at a bar one night not particularly there for any reason but to let loose a little and have a drink

your hired guards stand on the edges of the dance floor

gazing lazily in your direction

you're wearing a black dress and casually sipping some wine

surveying the scene before you as you take a sip

red lipstick staining the glass

you feel someone sit next to you

a tall figure settling into the seat next to you

Mingyu looks at you with a dark smile

"It's been a while." he smiles

"So it has." you smirk waving off the guards who made a move towards you

"You're quite popular these days in this business, from what I've heard." he says downing his cup of whiskey

"A girl's gotta eat." you say titling your head slyly flashing a grin at him

"Excuse me." you say getting up and walking off to the side hallway where the bathrooms are

Mingyu follows you and you stop as he places an arm on the wall blocking your way

"Have to say, you're not hiding that gun of yours very well under that dress." Mingyu chuckles looking down into your eyes

"Or maybe I'm just trying to send you a message, Mingyu-ssi." you bite your lip smiling back

"Oh? And what's that?" he says taking a step closer to you

"That if I were here to kill you, I would have done it by now."

"Why are you here then, Miss y/n?"

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?"

and then he kisses you

pressing forward, roughly and gently at the same time

your back against the wall

the smell of alcohol between the two of you

his lips soft against yours

as your hands linger against his chest

and his arm steadying himself on the wall as his hand holds your chin

he pulls back

"I guess you're attracted to danger."

Admin note: what a freaking ride oh my heart, anyway was this ok guys? Hope you enjoyed it, honestly I had such trouble writing this and I'm worried if anyone will like it...

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flint-yyy-blog · 6 years

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Dr. Kim Seok-Jin

another small oneshot i did bc why not :)

genre: fluff, humor ? word count: 1906 relationship: Seokjin / Reader ft. your mother :^)

enjoy! <3

You were having the absolute worst day of your life. Your alarm clock didn’t wake you up and you ended up being late to class. Once you got to class, you remembered at the last moment you had a test in Korean, which Mr. Nam decided to be super generous and make the test worth a hundred points. And as if that wasn’t enough, you came home with a sprained ankle after landing wrong when you failed to spike a ball. The day just couldn’t get any worse.

Your mother was driving you to the doctor, seeing if she could get some aspirin or some other cream that would help your ankle heal faster. It was already 8PM, and surely only the surgeons remained at the hospital at this time.

You sit patiently in the waiting room as your mother wandered around the shelves filled with many different types of creams and medicines. You tried to stand up and shifted some weight onto your right foot, but that only made you wince in pain and you fell back into the seat. The painkillers were losing its effect and the pain was coming back.

“Ugh, I hate this so much!!” you said a little too loudly, earning you a few shushes from various nurses throughout the room. You sighed in frustration.

Soon, an hour passed and you were still waiting in the waiting room, getting more and more impatient. The nurses that lingered at this time began to pack their backs and head home. Your mother was considering to just go back home and come again tomorrow. She begins to lift you up.

Suddenly, you hear a shout and footsteps quickly approaching you.

“No! Don’t lift her up like that! It might cause further damage to the ankle!” a man approached you. He grabbed your other arm and shifted some of your weight onto him.

“O-oh!” your mother exclaimed. “Are you a doctor here?”

You rolled your eyes. Seriously Mom? His badge, stethoscope, white coat, and clipboard- she still had the nerve to ask.

“Yes… I am. And how long have the two of you been here? It’s 9:10pm already… Has no one offered to help you yet?” He asked, concerned. You nod slowly. He sighed.

“They should get fired…” he mutters under his breath. “Come with me. I’ll examine you. It’s your right ankle, right? It looks like it’s badly sprained…” You nodded. “Does it still hurt?” He asked worriedly.

The pain has dulled quite a bit, but it still hurt. “A little bit…” you hissed as you tried to shift your weight onto your right foot again.

“Don’t do that! It’ll make the sprain worse. I’ll quickly examine you and you can go. Follow me.” He leads you into a small check-up room and tells you and your mother to wait as he turned in some papers.

You stared at your foot. The sprain had turned purple. How did you even sprain it? You knew it’s because you failed to do a spike and probably landed wrong, but how? Your ankle throbs at the thought of it and you shuddered.

The doctor comes back fairly quickly with a new clipboard and pencil. “Alright, let’s get this over with quickly. Tell me your name, age, and how you got the sprain.” You nodded and quickly told him the information he wanted.

“My name is Y/N L/N, I am age 17 and I got the sprain earlier today when I was playing volleyball. I failed to spike a ball and I landed wrong, but I didn’t notice until I started walking and my foot started throbbing really badly…” you trailed off as you waited for him to finish jotting down the things you told him. He nods.

“Okay, take off your shoes and socks and let me examine it.” You followed his instructions and he observes the sprain. After a while, he glances up and asks, “Have you applied any sort of cream or taken any medicine?”

You shook your head. “I did take some painkillers to dull the pain, but that’s it… the effects are starting to fade and it’s starting to hurt a lot more now, so can we please hurry-” you spoke faster and faster with the returning pain. He nods quickly and jots a few more things down on his clipboard.

“Okay. The sprain isn’t that bad, but it will get worse if you don’t take care of it. For now, you will be on crutches. Do not put any weight on your foot whatsoever, let it heal by itself. I will prescribe you with some medicine to take and also a cream for you to apply, and it should heal after a week. But if not, please feel free to come again,” he explained.

“Thanks so much, Dr. Kim… S-Seok…” your mother started, trying to read his name tag on his coat. He chuckles. “Dr. Kim Seokjin. But you can call me Dr. Jin or Seokjin, if you like. There are many Dr. Kims around.” You and your mother nod in unison.

“Would you like to go pick up your medicine for your daughter? Don’t have her walk too much just yet. I can bring it over to you if you want-”

Your mother shook her head. “It’s fine. Thank you so much. I will go pick it up myself. But how long is Y/N going to be on crutches?” your mother asked. Dr. Jin thinks for a few moments. “It depends on how quickly the ankle heals. Everyone is different, but most people only need crutches for 2-3 days after the accident. Here, go pick this up at the pharmacy. It should be a matter of minutes before it’s ready, I already sent them an email.” Dr. Jin hands your mother a slip of paper with the name of the medicine on it. “Thank you so much.” Dr. Jin waves it away. “No problem. It’s my job. I will watch your daughter while you’re away.” Your mother leaves the room for the pharmacy.

You and Dr. Seokjin were alone. You sighed and leaned back into the hospital bed. Dr. Jin notices how frustrated you looked. “Having a bad day?” he asks. You nod slowly. “A very bad one.” He sighs. “I can tell. It’s been the same for me recently… patients coming in and bugging me at 12am, nurses delivering the wrong type of medicine... Just not being able to save people in general frustrates me. I’m a surgeon, and the past two operations I’ve had were unsuccessful.” He sighs.

“But I can’t blame it on anyone. I brought this upon myself, I wanted to save people… But I’m not enough.” You watched as he took off his stethoscope. “I can’t think straight anymore…” he says as he rubs his temple. You press your lips into a straight line.

“Maybe you just need some sleep. You’ve been working late recently,” you said. Dr. Jin looks at you. “M-maybe you’re right. I-I’ll have someone sub for me. Thank you, Y/N.” His perfect pink lips that you haven’t noticed before curve into a smile, a smile that made your heart skip a beat when you did. “Oh- uhm… N-no problem!” you managed to stammer out.

His dark brown orbs smiled at you. God, he’s so freaking pretty, you thought to yourself. Wait, Y/N- stop. You’re like 5 and he’s like 30 years older than you. He probably already has a special someone… you thought to yourself and sighed sadly at the thought.

Dr. Jin tilts his head at your deep sigh. “Something on your mind? Feel free to tell me. It’s never good to keep things inside yourself,” he says. You shook your head. “I-it’s nothing. Just some thoughts about how I’ll…” you stopped. How I’ll what?

“...get through school with this thing!” you pointed at your wrapped ankle. “Yeah!” you said with maybe a little too much enthusiasm. He cocks his eyebrow. “Really?” You nodded quickly. “Yep!” You screamed for yourself to stop. Y/N, what the hell are you saying?! You never act like this, you’re making this more awkward than it needs to be-

Your thoughts were interrupted as your mother comes back into the room with your medicine. “Thank you for looking after Y/N. We will be on our way now!” Your mother came to lift you out of the bed. Dr. Jin blinks a few times, then remembers. “Oh wait! Don’t go yet. I still need to retrieve your crutches. I’ll only be a minute.” He chuckles nervously and quickly leaves the room.

Once he left, you let out a sigh so happily that your mother became suspicious. “Y/N…?”

Before you realized what you did, you blinked and snapped yourself out of your lovestruck trance. “Huh? Oh! What?”

Your mother’s lips curved into a smirk. “Oh, there’s no need to hide it. It’s written all over your face~” Your face burned a tomato red and you looked away. “What’s written all over my face, hm?”

“Oho, don’t worry love. I think I have some feelings for him too- don’t tell your father!” your mother whispered jokingly. Your mother’s whisper wasn’t soft enough, as Dr. Jin stood in the doorway, shocked by what he thought he might’ve just heard. Your mother realizes another presence in the room and turns around to meet his face. “O-oh! You’re back!” You see a faint blush spread across your mother’s face.

You snickered at your mom’s reaction. “Oooh mom, I’m gonna tell dad~”

“Mm-!” your mother glared at you. Suddenly, you hear a loud laughter. You glanced over at Dr. Jin, who was bent over and cackling. He loses balance for a second and leans into the door, but balances himself quickly. He tries to regain his composure but fails, a giggle escaping his mouth.

Oh what the heck- he was practically seducing me a minute ago, and now he’s acting super adorable- you stopped yourself before your thoughts got too far.

“H-here are your crutches-” he manages before another giggle gets the better of him.

You suddenly felt a giggle climbing up your throat as well, just from hearing his laughter. It was so contagious- if it was a virus, you would’ve died already. Before long, you, your mother and Dr. Jin were crying tears of joy.

“Oh Dr. Jin, you do have a very good sense of humor and a very nice laughter-” your mother praises him as she cleared her throat. “Thank you, ma’am.” You winked at your mother and earned a slap from her. “Ow!”

The three of you burst into laughter again.

You soon left the hospital with your mother after thanking Dr. Seokjin again, your night a little brighter after the events that just happened. You held the little slip of paper that had Dr. Jin’s number on it. You smirked at your mother who doesn’t notice and hides the paper in your pocket.

“Ah, it’s almost 11… Dad’s gonna be worried and he’s gonna ask about our whereabouts…” you said in a teasingly tone. “You’ll explain to him, right? I’ll even add in the juicy details~” Your mother sighs. “Ms. L/N, if you even dare-” You laughed. “I WILL!!” you began to cackle, but it was quickly cut off and your bit your tongue as your mother stepped on the pedal and lurched you forward. “MOM!!”

[End]

#bts jin #bts #kim seokjin #doctor #bangtan boys #bangtan

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imaginingit · 7 years

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surgeon!wonwoo

i suck balls at science and can’t remember anything at all from any of my classes but i think it’s one of the most interesting and unfathomable concepts in the world - and in my world, so does wonu so enJOY

wonwoo and his specs gave me this idea and it ki l l ed m e

so i knew i had to write a lil something abt it :-)

ok where do we start

remembered his mama camping out in the kitchen all the time and then heard the occasional “ah!” as she nipped her finger cutting some onions

and raced like usain freaking bolt to the medicine cabinet to reach the bandaids

and the look in her eyes when he quickly patched it onto her

it was just a bit of blood, but 4 year old!wonwoo was still hopped up on the high kitchen counter with one hand on his hip, the other wiping an imaginary sweat drop from his head, and gave a nice long “phew! you’re ok, ma! scared me there”

then proceeded to yell at her with his extremely not-deep-yet voice (om g can u imagine) for not being careful enough and interrupting his power ranger episode

but a few nipped fingers and a million thank-you smooches (“eW MOM gEt awAY i’m 4, i’m too old for kisses) later, jeon wonwoo decided to become a surgeon

bc how is it not cool to sew severed fingers back together???

so through elementary and junior high, he walked into science class everyday with a little hop in his step for his favourite subject and ready to learn about cells and mitochondrial functions and enigmas of the muscle and much more

until he discovered more than just sewing severed toes and ears back together

he remembered his 7th grade teacher talking about how the brain is the most powerful thing in the world, and just a simple nug to the head can send it all crashing down

he also went on to explain that the brain will never be a mystery solved, but those who try will never be short of acclaim

and since then, he delved into the world of neurology

by delved, i mean, dove the fuck into it, then drowned, then woke, then dove some more

through high school, he topped every single one of his bio classes and won every single science award in the school board

how????

HE’S A GENIUS

and also stays in on sunday afternoons to read his bio 4.6 textbook instead of sushi with friends

leading to best friend mingyu’s endless grumbling and whining that they never get to hang out anymore

meanwhile mingyu has his socks and sweaters and clothes all at wonwoo’s place; has a toothbrush there, buys food for his parents, uses the stove at wonwoo’s more than wonwoo does the pOINT IS HE BASICALLY LIVES WITH WONWOO

but everyone around wonwoo knows how much it means to him to be able to make this work

he marvels about science bc it’s a practicality but finds beauty in its enigma and endless endeavours of research and study

(jeon wonwoo is basically a nerd)

(but a hot one)

but yes, all his life, books, textbooks, textbooks, and books are all he’s known

so with all this accumulated knowledge he literally fucking powers through his undergrad and masters programs like. .. … bruh

he then gets accepted into the second top med school in the country boY

and this was such an eye opening experience for him because as much as his undergrad and masters did for him with theoretical aspects of science, he finally got to do hands on experiments and witness clinical trials and watched a live!! open!! brain!! surgery!!

so finally he goes through his internship and residency for a few years at this amazing hospital in the heart of the city and has already become most renown neurosurgeon the hospital has seen in years despite his age

imagine little wonu in faded green scrubs, with a tiny notepad in his hand and occasionally pushing his glasses up his nose, as he scurries around with his resident trying to take notes during rounds

to this hot-ass, confident, head of neurosurgery surgeon that has nurses and residents (even interns and PATIENTS) slipping on their drool for him in his white coat and cerulean blue dress shirt, the top button left untouched (seungcheol had to slap his hand away multiple times during breakfast to keep him from trying to button it again)

but lbr he still trips over his laces bc he forgot to tie them before he left in the morning and buttons his dress shirt wrong under his white coat when coups doesn’t come in the morning to check up on his wardrobe choices for the day

one time, accidentally brought mingyu’s grocery shopping list from his briefcase to the pharmacy rather than the prescription for ibruprofen for his patient jesus christ wonwoo

the point is, knowledge has always come easy for him, the other stuff have not

,,,,,,and then there’s u

oh boy

science is ur nemesis

ultimate. nemesis.

the first time you ever stepped foot into your science class in the sixth grade, every word that came out of ur teacher’s mouth, to you, was just a complete ,,,, , , ,what??

and ur not stupid (actually very completely opposite), ur brain just physically, literally, cannot comprehend the concept of science

even if it may be so extremely fascinating to u, chem!!! physics!!!! and bio!!! are allergic to sticking to ur brain so u just learn to avoid science at. all. costs.

remember when i said that jeon wonwoo was a classic genius and a social termite like he’s so shy and weird around new people that he just deflects it at all costs?

WELL NOT YOU

so u went into journalism bc instead of memorizing formulas and using every unit of area in ur brain, ur communication is ur best friend

through high school and university, you were the campus butterfly

you knew everyone and everyone knew you, and any event that needed an mc? a motivational speaker? a presenter? that’s you!

you and best friend soonyoung always do those stuff together and you fell in love with the art of communicating, articulating, and analyzing information, all the while keeping the listeners intrigued and focused the entire time

but unfortunately the years after ur undergrad trying to look for gigs with ur firm has been extremely unsuccessful and it was to the point where u didn’t know if u wanted to stop this or continue bc it was just too low of a demand

until one day!

u come into ur office and find a piece of paper on the bulletin board talking about the new neural clinical trial happening at this huge hospital near u, and they were looking for someone to cover it!

and at first u were like um kk clinic? try? what?

but .2 seconds later it hits you that thERE’S AN OPEN OPPORTUNITY

and u vow to plow through it as boring as it may be, bc it’s been just sitting there and people haven’t signed up probably cause medical cases are usually a failure and such a bore to talk abt

you need this

so u quickly apply with all the info you need to and two days later, you’re stepping foot into this huge hospital and escorted to the neuro ward to get things started

when u get to the floor ur led by nurse!jeonghan to the head surgeon on this case

i think y’all know where this ish is going

and jeonghan begins asking u a few questions abt the case, trying to gauge where you are with the info, and its safe to say u have nada dirt on this

so he laughs and begins to explain

this was the first clinical trial this hospital has done in 14 years, and despite being a renown teaching and surgical hospital, it has never quite reached its potential on the research aspect

so the new head of neuro, dr. jeON, has decided to go forth with the new clinical trial (an experiment where those with the sickness subjected to the study will volunteer to be apart of the research, using themselves as a way to find a cure) for huntington’s disease, an inherited brain disorder that slowly deteriorates one’s ability to move, speak, function, as brain cells being to die off

he’s already got you so hooked on the case that you begin to wonder why no one at ur firm did an extra bit of research in the first place to snatch this gig

but ur glad anyway CAUSE ITS NOW URS

u probably looked so flabbergasted and numbly excited that jeonghan mistook it for ur cluelessness and nerves, so he goes

“dw, it’ll be fine! dr. jeon here will walk through everything with you anyway, and you’ll basically be with him for the entire course of this trial to document everything, so tomorrow, just immediately head up here”

and knocks on the door labeled “dr. jeon wonwoo, ph.d, m.d., head of neurosurgery”

and for the head of neuro, for someone taking forth in an idea that hasn’t been touched in over a dozen years in such a renown hospital, you did not expect the door to be opened by a

beautiful

human being

his glasses sat perfectly atop his face as his sharp yet kind eyes rested upon urs

and his white coat and black dress shirt today and nice slim pants and a pair of $200 light brown dress shoes bOI

and when he opens the door and finds ur mouth agape and eyes shining with excitement he feels like a leap in his chest

like who is this beautiful person

and he scolds himself, no wonwoo stop this nOW

and he doesn’t know if it’s bc he hasn’t been on a date in like forever or if it was simply u

answer: it was simply u

but we’ll get to that

and jeonghan notices the tension so begins giggling and retreating from the scene

so wonwoo clears his throat when it’s just the two of you left

introduces himself and you m e l t bc

his........voice.................

and you stutter ur name and in his head he’s like o h m g what a pretty name what do i do with myself

so you enter his office and its surprisingly extremely tidy and put together for someone that probably has to worry about so much in a day

and begins to talk about the case with you

and remember the cute and stuttery person that opened the door to see u like 2 minutes ago

GOODBYE

bc here’s jeon wonwoo talking about science and his eyes light up brighter than anything you’ve ever seen

he talks about huntington’s first to give you a bit of background as to what it is, and then delves right into his plan

his hands begin to move with his words and he smiles when he begins to talk about how no one has attempted this before and maybe this could make a difference in this hospital, his career, and even medical history!!

and he kinda noticed you blanking when he talked about the logistics of the science so he kinda laughs to himself, knowing that science might not be ur thing

but for some reason, ur ok with science if u have this man talking to u abt it 24/7 ;)))))))

and u take notes on this and he notices ur pretty handwriting so gathers up his GODDAMN COURAGE to ask u a simple question

“so you’re a journalist?”

and u begin to tell him that you loved being able to tlak about something that reflected on someone’s experiences and share them with the world, just liek this one

and he smiles and thanks u, knowing that it must have been difficult to agree to a medical case

u assure him its no problem, meanwhile swooning over his s m i l e

and it’s only been like 30 minutes but u’ve already developed a crush like wow

so for the first week, your conversations are a wholesome mixture of science, stutters, facepalming when u say something cringey and accidentally, and hoping to make the other laugh

in the second week, you begin to meet the patients coming in, taking each of their stories and details with huntington’s

and for the first time, you see how wonwoo interacts with his patients

and that crush that you developed become sso much more - you have this whole new found respect for him as a doctor

with care and intent, he asks his patients abt their day before going right into details of the treatment, knowing that all these people are doing his career a favour and the least he can do before they risk their lives into this experiment is at least be their friend

and even 70 year old women that can barely move anymore still manage to blush at the sound of his voice

u see the way he holds their hand when he’s explaining the process and the courteous nod of his head as they talk to him and u know this man is more than just a surgeon and that he’s just an amazing human

by the third week, your conversations have now transitioned to telling each other what u did last night and what ur planning for dinner tonight

and u know to bring him coffee every morning now

the first time u did it, he legit had STARS in his eyes bc o mg u r so cute

and u guessed it right the first time, that he liked his coffee black with just a dash of sugar

GET THE METAPHOR

by the end of the month, the more you learn about him, the more you’re amazed

you guys become closer and share the passion of wanting to help ppl in some way

and ur relationship now has become a complete budding and teasing relationship and there’s literally never a dull moment with u

ur fav thing to do together is to do acrostic poems

u also take bets on who’s sleeping with who in the hospital

he always wins

“its not fair u OBVIOUSLY know more abt them than i do!!!”

“hey babe, dont hate the player, hate the game”

and then u have to keep ur knees from buckling bc bABE ? ?? ? ?

the nurses always comment on how you’ve brought him so far out of his shell and he never really used to talk to anyone besides his patients, but he’s been treating his residents to dinner, helping the nurses out with the paperwork, and it’s only been happening since u came

and u r like

. . ,,, ?? me?

and they’re like yes! do u not notice how red he turns everytime u walk into the room?

you soon learn his favourite colour is blue

his favourite band is my chemical romance

im kiddin g

his best friend is mingyu and he’s a chef

you learn that he has a younger brother and his first ever splurge was buying him and his parents a cottage by the ocean

also that he never really eats at home and he barely ever gets to go home bc of the gruelling hours and so he tends to just eat in his office before he checks up on his patients during night rounds

you also learn that he’s having a housewarming party for his new condo this saturday and was wondering if yoU’D LIKE TO COME ALONG???

by this point, your research was mainly complete and you were a third finished with ur piece on this

so ur like y know what? SURE

and u try ur fucking best not to blush, but as you leave for the night, jeon wonu does a HUGE happy dance in his office before realizing that his walls and doors are glass and peopLE CAN SEE U WONWOO GODDAMn

but he texts u his address with a smirky face

“jeon wonwoo why are u sending me a text w a smirky face”

“idk that was my attempt to be cool did it work”

“no”

“oh”

so it was ur day off on the day of his party and u know wonwoo doesn’t really throw stuff like this cause he only has a "small” group of friends

“it’s only gonna be u and my small group of friends”

“how small”

“well i grew up with these guys, there are abt 13 of us”

“THIRTEEN ISN’T SMALL”

and usually you’d be fine bc u have no problem meeting ppl but like these are wonwoo’s brothers???

you wanna try so hard to impress these people bc--

wait wonu isn’t ur bf??? WYD

SNAP OUT OF IT

so u slap urself and then take like four hours to find the right outfit and do ur hair nicely

and u show up in ur fav outfit and look bomb asf yas

and he opens the door after u knock

and

lord

he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and ripped jeans

jeon wonwoo

phd

head of neurosurgery

in ripped jeans

rip reader

and as u lose ur words, he also loses his and ur both just standing there clearly REALIZING THAT UR IN LOVE WITH THE OTHER PERSON AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU’VE EVER WORN ANYTHING OTHER THAN PROFESSIONAL CLOTHING AND WOW? SO? NICE?

so he snaps out of it bc yes i’m hosting this party thts right, and brings u inside

you hear a bunch of exclaiming and hushing from inside the rooms and a lot of limbs knocking into the walls as 13 human beings sprint from inside of the condo to mEET THE JOURNALIST THAT JEON WONWOO HASN’T SHUT UP ABOUT IN TWO MONTHS

and they all rush out and ur a bit overwhelmed but introduce urself and then scan through all the faces

you notice nurse!jeonghan, head of pediatrics!chan, his best friend, mingyu, and--

wait

“KWON SOONYOUNG???????”

yes ur best friend from uni also happens to have grown up in the same neighbourhood as surgeon jeon and u cant believe ur luck

so hoshi jumps out from the herd of men and tackles you with a hug and u can’t believe this until wonwoo explained he didn’t tell them ur name bc they would go crazy stalker-bitch mode, hence why they were so excited to meet u today

so the rest of the night was spent with everyone being completely loud and tipsy and pushing the two of u together in an attempt to be slick they’re not

and u see the bond that all the boys have and how boisterous wonwoo is around them too and u feel so lucky and ur heart is so full to witness a group of people truly in love and as close with one another

so by the end of the night, as they all leave, soonyoung stops u at the door before he goes and tells u how happy he is that after losing touch post-uni, u’ve managed to bump into each other today again

but he also hugs u and tells u that wonwoo hasn’t shut up abt u

and that he hasn’t been in touch with his brothers in a rlly long time bc of stress and anticipation with this new project

and that although wonwoo doesn’t do this much, he can tell that he’s super comfortable around u and that he seems to glow when he talks abt u

and ur like omg s o noyougn st op po

so after he leaves, you stay behind to help clean up

but you’ve also decided

to confess

bc ur project is almost over and the paper is almost finished and ur ok with leaving on this note, regardless of if he reciprocates the feelings or not

u just had to tell him, it was in ur nature to

and u almsot back out but at the door, just as ur about to leave

you were gonna say it

and then

his lips are on urs and god they’re soft and ur eyes just close immediately and his two hands cup ur face, intensifying the kiss, holding u up and taking up ur space as if he owns it and wow, it does things to u

after what feels like an eternity, you part and u look at him with his swollen lips and rosy cheeks and glistening eyes and u almost cried right then adn there

bc wow ur in love with jeon wonwoo and u can’t believe u haven’t even told him that

“i’ve been waiting to do that for so long”

“idiot, i was gonna confess first”

shrugs “i guess i just beat u in everything then”

that gets a smack on the head

until he asks u to stay the night and he can drive u both to work in the morning tomorrow and u agree bc how can u say no and so u end up staying over and wearing his sweater to bed and he lies there in bed literally hyperventilating bc SWEATERS ARE HIS WEAKNESS LIKE WHAT

so u drive into work the next morning with ur hands intertwined and in the corner of ur eye as ur walking in, u see head of pediatrics!chan slap a fifty dollar bill into nurse!jeonghan’s hands

so the rest of that month is spent going through with each patient and stealing chaste kisses in the x-ray viewing rooms and getting teased by everyone in the hospital

even the patients

until by the third month, the trial hits its first roadblock

patient 04 had died on the table just as jeon wonwoo was inserting the second tube, and as surprised as u are that this was the first malfunction with the trial, it hits u nonetheless

hearing the news, u drop everything and go to his office after the surgery

this was the first taste of adversity in ur relationship too and u were curious to see as to how you guys were going to deal with this, esp since ur work was integrated into ur personal life

but u walk in and there he is

eating a freaking popsicle

jeon wonwoo’s patient just died on the table and he’s in here eating ice cream

and u didn’t know if u were confused? angry? horrified?

and u close the door behind u as u walk in and draw the blinds for the glass walls and windows

and as u turn around from doing that, he chucks the popsicle into the bin, walks up to you slowly and drops his head onto ur shoulder

you freeze, unsure if he’s crying or not, but u hear steady breathing and his arms slowly creeping around u and ur sure he isn’t

but u can tell that he’s exhausted and scared, even if no words are shared between the two of u

so you both stand there for god knows how long, holding each other, breathing each other in, releasing all tension and heartache from the day without a single word, just the sound of heartbeats and breathing

until finally he lifts his head, eyes droopy and a small smile on his face, arms still around you, when u cup his face and tell him that ur so damn proud of him

everything is going to hit a roadblock at some point, and this was bound to happen. we entered this knowing that it was science; anything can happen. just hang in there, wonu, we can do it

and that was the first time wonu said i love u out loud

and for all the people that doubted he was going to ever get a girlfriend with his head stuck in so many textbooks, it was the head stuck in the textbook method that even got him here to meet u in the first place SO SUCK IT

and so by the time u finish ur paper and the trial is reaching its end, there was a mixture of patients that successfully responded to the trial and those that didn’t make it

but ur paper gets high acclaim from hospitals across the province for its research and editorial skills

and wonwoo received the highest achievement award from the board for his endeavours with the trial

and after many long and gruelling months filled with work and chaste kisses here and there

you finally have time to take a seat and take in everything

and marvel at wonu as a surgeon and as a human

bc how in the damn world did u ever get so lucky with science??

this,, ,, ,, is so long but enjoy bc i love jeon wonwoo

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