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yourjughead · 4 months

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Forgotten Mail

Sweet Pea X Reader Oneshot

Synopsis: Following the death of his best friend, Sweet Pea finds the emotional toll a lot to bear even a year following Fangs death.

A/N: This is kinda a sad fic, gets a bit fluffy after getting a bit shouty.

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The unmistakable sound of a bottle opener cracking against its latest victim, a bottle of golden liquor. Sweet Pea took a drag of his freshly opened drink and sat in the darkness of home, the tv attempting to illuminate the tin shell. His head could only just be torn from the tv set as you stumbled in the door, groceries in hand, diner uniform begging to be swapped for pjs.

“Hey honey” Sweet Pea replied with a lowly grunt and took another sip, returning his eyes to the screen. You rolled your eyes and then went onto to unpack the groceries before a large manila envelope caught your eye.

“Pea…” you took it in your hands and walked to Sweet Peas side after flicking on a main light

“Mhm” you stepping in front of him in a bid to get his attention only to have him tilt to see around you. You reached down beside him, taking the remote and switched off the buzzing screen.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself!” you smacked the envelope into his chest and his face immediately dropped.

“Ohhh I was supp-osed to mail this wasn't I?” you huffed loudly before stomping off and slamming your bedroom door. Sweet Pea took a few misguided steps, putting his two hands on the doorframe to steady himself.

“I'm sorry I forgot” the door flew open in front of his face and you found yourself squaring up to the tipsy Serpent.

“You're sorry? YOU’RE SORRY?! THATS MY COLLEGE FEE! I COULD LITERALLY BE THROWN OUT OF COLLEGE BECAUSE YOU FORGOT”

“WELL I DI-DNT MEAN T-O FORGET!” you pulled your face further from his at the smell of liquor tainting his breath. You found yourself slamming the door again.

“YN! Ope-n the door, I forgot, I'll do it tomorr-ow”

“You said that yesterday!” You called from the other side. You curled up at the end of the bed, hugging your knees to your chin.

“YNN, I'll g-o do it no-w” he attempted, turning on his heels and stumbling toward the envelope. You unlatched the door, easily overtaking him and retrieving the envelope first.

“Don't bother. I'll do it myself, I do everything else”

“YN, you know the pa-st year has bee-n hard for me” he glanced to his feet and back again, to find your face softening.

“Sweet Pea. I know it's not been easy. No one has found losing….losing Fangs easy to deal with-” he looked away from you again, unable to cope with the words and your eyes. Sweet Pea reached back for the bottle he had opened only to have you snatch it from him again.

“Hey!”

“Sweet Pea, enough. You've had enough. Fangs wouldn't want you wasting here,a fucking shell of someone who was once great”

“You don't understand” Sweet Pea bit out, his tone taking a completely different turn, his face souring. The past year had been hard on both of you. You had bounced back as much as you could, if only so the both of you could survive. You helped Sweet Pea as best as you could but often you felt you were fighting a losing the battle.

“I understand Sweets” you tried to pull him back to softness, unable to. You could feel your heart almost leap from your chest as he suddenly caught the mud coloured bottle from you and sent it flying into the living room wall behind you.

“NO Y-OU DON-T” you flinched at both his action and his volume. Shock painted across his face at his own actions as pain decorated yours. You turned quickly, clutching the evenlope, reaching for your jacket and heading back towards the door.

“Get help Sweet Pea, I can't do it anymore” for a final time that night you slammed a door between the both of you. Enough was enough, you needed space from it. Sweet Pea threw himself back down on the sofa, cracking open the lid of a new bottle, bringing the opening to his mouth. He sighed into it, looking around the empty trailer, his eyes landing on the shards of glass. He couldn't believe he'd done that, that was so unlike him. He felt he didn't know himself in that moment and was unsure if he could find his way back to who he was again. Unsteady, he rose again from his seat, stalking over to the coat hanger and draping on his leather jacket. He needed a change of scenery, drunkenly lacing on his shoes and heading out in the direction you had just left.

Cool liquid swirled around the soles of his shoes, the puddles finally breaking down the worn walls of torn sneakers. He kept his pace even and eyes on the flooded path ahead as the rain and night encapsulated his entire figure. The fresh water rain whirled into the salty drops falling from his world-weary eyes and were almost immediately swept back away with a battered hand. A chill coarsed down his spine with bitter revenge, the sensation of multiple sets of eyes sank into his back. Sweet Pea let the next 10 minutes happen, too tired from his fight with you to fight off the Ghoulies earning their stripes, he let them tear him down as if only so his outside appearance could attempt to match the raging storm inside.

Air laboured its way through Sweet Peas lungs as the smell of clean cotton woke him from his heavy sleep. His blurred vision attempted to take in the sterile light of his environment. Every inch of his body screamed at his gentle movement, placing a heavy hand to a swollen right eye.

“oh my god my head” he rasped out, the beeping of various machines competing with the volume of his heart beating.

“Take it easy Sweets” you guided his hand gently back down to his side, holding it in yours to trace small circles around the IV insertion site.

“YN” he breathed quietly out, closing his eyes gently again.

“YN!” Sweet Pea attempted to jolt forward, his aching bones bringing that movement to a swift and painful halt.

“Shhh Sweets it's okay, I'm here for you”

“What happened?” Sweet Pea brought his other hand to hold his throat, the scratching vocal cords burning from his side of the conversation.

“You're in the hospital. Last week….they jumped you…Ghoulies…..I shouldn't have left you alone that night” betraying tears fell from your eyes, landing on the crystal white cotton sheets as you sat on the edge of his bed.

“I threw…I threw something at you YNN” his own tears falling now, only to be brushed away gently by the back of your free hand.

“YN, I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry, I can't believe I did that” Sweet Pea pleaded and began to once again attempt to sit up, only to have you beckon him to stay put.

“It's okay Sweets, this has been a hard year”

“That's not good enough YN, I'm in a bad place. I want to feel like myself again. I want to be better, I'm going to get better” a small saddened smile found its way across your face as you leaned down and kissed his cheek forgivingly. He meant it, he'd try, he'd try to be better and you'd help him.

“Sweet Pea when I got that phone call about what happened you….I really thought you were gone” you fought back the sob, pressure building in your throat.

“YN, I will never leave you….besides I have a letter I have to mail” you gently nudged his chest as his soft laugh. Sweet Pea did get better from there, of course he had his moments but never again a moment like that night. Never again was all hope lost. Never again did he forget to mail your letters

#riverdale #riverdale imagines #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale x reader #riverdale fic #sweet pea #southside serpents #sweet pea x reader #riverdale cw #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea x you #sweet #sweetpeaxreader #sweetpea imagine #sweetpea x reader #riverdale spoilers #fangs fogarty #fancfiction

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justaway-dashedaway · 6 months

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pictures of sha tin racecourse in the day of HK’s 4 G1

#irl #racehorse #uma musume #horse girl #gold ship #win bright #golden sixty #romantic warrior #lucky sweynesse #plush

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nickdewolfarchive · 4 days

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hong kong, 1972

sha tin floating restaurant

photograph by nick dewolf https://www.flickr.com/photos/dboo/52407350516

#photography #film #color #35mm #HongKong #china #chinese #harbour #harbor #restaurant #FloatingRestaurant #lights #boats #dinghys #1970s #ShaTin #kowloon

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silly-fox-in-sox · 6 months

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Golden Sixty is such a cool horse. If you haven't looked into him, definitely check him out – 8yrs old and coming off almost a year layoff and he still dominates a legit Gr1 field.

#horse racing #golden sixty

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delphiealmond · 3 months

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Chaos By A Rose Bush

Pairings ᯓ★ Lee Jeno x Park Jisung / Johnny Suh x Na Jaemin / Mark Lee x Na Jaemin / Johnny Suh x Xiaojun / Wong Yukhei x Wu Yifan / Kim Jungwoo x Lee Taemin / Ten Lee x Lee Taeyong

Synopsis ᯓ★ Ten Lee is a simple guy who moved to Korea to fulfill his dream job as a doctor. Lee Taeyong is trying to keep everyone safe as much as he can. Wong Yukhei is trying to take over the world. Neozone is well known for keeping the streets of Seoul, South Korea safe. though the people think otherwise. Neozone creates deals with other mafia groups that try to fight against them, and Neozone is known to take down other mafia groups that try to cross their path. Except for one. Lumidome is China's most wanted Mafia group. They are the most dangerous, with members who are strong, smart, independent and dangerous. They want Korean territory. Will Neozone be able to protect their home from invaders?

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, Swearing, guns, shooting, Blood

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Wong Yukhei looked out at the shimmering stars above Sha Tin District. It was a late night as he stood on his complex balcony. His elbows rested against the railing as he looked among the city lights. It was going to be a long time before he saw Sha Tin District again. He was headed to Seoul in the next few hours. Even though he was infatuated with his position and where they were seated, it didn’t fit with his satisfaction of expanding globally.

Lumidome. One of the highest-ranking mafia groups in China, or even among the top ten in the world. People didn’t understand the position of the mafia. Tested their limits and only found out when it was too late of what they were capable of. They overthrew their rivals in a matter of hours in one single night. Their leader, Yukhei, was known to be cold, stone-faced. He had a temper if someone messed with him the wrong way. A person was lucky enough to see the day light at all if they pissed him off.

“Yifan, reports?”

Yukhei’s voice was emotionless as he turned to face the older man sitting on a red velvet couch, wine glass in hand. Yifan had been with Yukhei since they were in middle school. His demeanor didn’t faze Yifan, he was used to the younger being stone faced. He had promised to follow Yukhei in all his activities. Whether they be bad or good. And he just wound up to be part of the bad.

Yifan swirled the wine in his glass before he took a sip.

“Our position here in China will remain the same. Everything will run as per usual. A jet is ready to take off whenever you seize to be ready, boss. Passing through the Korean border shouldn’t be an issue, and if we leave soon, there’s a chance we could be there before midnight.” He replied professionally. His eyes glanced at the younger’s cold expression.

Yukhei hummed in response with a small nod. He expected nothing more and nothing less from the one he trusted most. He leaned against the railing, his arms crossing over his chest as he eyed the older.

“What’s on your mind?”

Yifan set the glass down on the table in front of the sofa before he leaned back, crossing his leg over his knee.

“What we’ll do once we arrive in Korea.” Yifan replied honestly. There was no need to tell a lie to the younger one whose eyes were glued to him.

“Well, we will do exactly what we did once we arrived here.” Yukhei pushed himself off of the railing and stepped inside. “Take over and rise to power. And with you by my side, it should be easy.” He ran a hand through the others blond locks. An act that Yifan grew accustomed to over the years.

“You will be by my side, right?” He muttered. Yifan gave a soft expression to the younger.

“Always by your side.”

“Good. Because I want you to be with me when I take over the world.” Yifan hummed.

“Who is our next target?”

“Simple. Neozone.”

The sun was just setting as a perfect evening ended in a small little pet shop in the center of Seoul. The glow of the sunlight and the colours of the night settling in glimmered through the store windows as Ten went around, making sure to give the pets food for the evening. With the occasional pet to the puppies and to the kittens, Ten double checked that all animals were set for the night with clean cages, and fresh food.

There weren’t many people coming in around this time, so Ten decided to start closing up shop earlier than usual. He was the only person working the shift at this little pet shop, and before closing he wanted to make sure that he got everything done before heading home for the night.

Being raised in a poor family, Ten learned to never slack off during his tasks, and at the moment he needed all the money he could earn. Ten had moved from Thailand to Seoul to pursue his dream of becoming a general surgeon. Although his mother was against it, he still left home to be taught at the finest universities in Seoul. But as a medical student, his mother didn’t send him money due to his run off, so he had to earn every last penny he could.

He needed a way to fend for himself, as well as pay tuition and rent.

Ten honestly didn’t mind at all though. Aside from his studies and the lack of friends, he needed to find a way to keep his mind occupied otherwise. Working with animals always made him forget about his worries, so he figured that this job would be the best to work as he worked away on his studies. If people at the university told him to “try harder” or “work hard”, it wouldn’t matter to him. Ten’s goal was to make his mother happy, to get her approval of his career choice.

Ever since he moved to Korea, he hadn’t made many friends at all. Perhaps it was because he was a foreigner. Or maybe because he focused too much on class and didn’t bother with socializing. Perhaps it was even because he was too focused on his studies or even his job. But in the end, it didn’t matter what he did with his time besides study and work. He had a goal to reach, and if he could reach it, it would make his world seem better.

He was just about to turn off the OPEN LED lights, when a friendly face got his attention and made him smile.

“Taemin?” At the sight of the older man, Ten opened the door and gestured for him to come in.

“Hey, I-sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to check and make sure that you were okay?”

“oh, thank you. I’m okay, I was just making sure that the pets had fresh clean cages and fresh food to have for the night. Come in.”

So far, Taemin was probably Ten’s only friend in Korea since he arrived. Despite seeing the older man walking home from the windows of the pet shop, or sitting outside with him during his lunch break, Ten grew fond of the olders’ presence. Seeing him and spending time with him, Ten slowly stopped seeing Taemin as a casual visit, and more like an older brother he could count on.

“What are you doing out tonight?”

“Oh, just heading down to the café shop before it closes to get a coffee. I decided to stop in and make sure you were doing well.” Taemin stated, glancing at the clock to check if the café would still be open at this hour.

“I see. I hope you get there in time and get yourself a nice warm drink! It’s getting a bit cold out during nights now.”

Taemin gave a small nod and leaned against the counter of the shop, watching the younger clean up the last little bit of the mess.

“I hope so. But I want to make sure that you get back home safe tonight. It’s not safe during dark hours around here. There are bad people out there and I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Taemin announced, going to the shorter and giving him a small hug.

Ten enjoying getting these small hugs from Taemin. It made it feel as if he wasn’t as alone as he was here in Seoul. He gave him a hug back, before smiling to him.

“Don’t worry. I’m closing up shop now and I’ll head straight back to my apartment. But you be careful out there as well okay?” Ten suggested, putting the broom and dustpan away.

Taemin gave a hum in response with a nod.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be alright,” Taemin headed back to the door and smiled to the younger. “I’ll see you later okay?”

Ten gave a smile back to the older and waved.

“I’ll see you later. Bye!” Taemin gave a small wave back before he left the small little pet shop.

As Ten watched the older walk off towards the café, he realized how late it was getting. The sun was no longer visible, but the colours of the sun set still lingered among the darkening sky. He flipped off the OPEN sign lights and grabbed his bag off the counter in one swift motion.

He grabbed the keys and left the shop, saying a small goodbye to the pets for the night. Locking up, he put the keys in his bag and headed on home. Although the walk through the darkening streets didn’t help his paranoia, what Taemin said earlier started to creep into his mind further. The silence of the walk back to his apartment was eerie as he sped walked his way back.

Once he finally made it back to his apartment, he fumbled with his keys a bit before he finally got inside. Leaning back against the door of the apartment, he closed his eyes and gave out a relieved sigh. He locked the door as soon as he could and placed his bag on the counter top.

The place wasn’t much, small, and not very crowded by furniture, but it was all he needed until he finished University. He could live off of ramen noodles and cheap looking wallpapers until he was able to move into a place more suited to his style.

“Damn it Haechan! Stop it, I swear you're gonna blow our cover!!”

“Geez Mark, okay okay… I was just trying to make the mood a little less stressful.” The blue haired boy pouted, crossing his arms. He was clearly upset from the olders words about the fact of his humming.

“He’s right, Hae… Boss trusted us with this mission, no one else could do the task. That’s what he said.” Jaemin spoke up, reminding him of their situation at hand.

The Dreamies. Aka – the innocent but deadly members from Korea’s largest and deadliest mafia groups, Neozone. Neozone is known as one of the world's largest and toughest mafia groups and is black listed on each police station in the globe. Dreamies were the youngest sub unit of that mafia. Unlike most teens their age, these few were reckless and a physical danger to the streets of Seoul. If you mess with their brothers, their family, they’ll make a mess of you on the side of the street. Wide and open for the world to see.

But these few do have their own restrictions from their boss. Although they were minors, they weren’t allowed to do what some of the older members were able to. No clubbing, no overdosing, and no going out past midnight unless they had Mark or Sehun with them. And most definitely. No. Killing.

“Where’s Taemin? Wasn’t he supposed to be going with us tonight?” A red-haired boy announced from the back of the car, slightly annoyed that their hyung wasn’t present.

“Jeno… He’s with boss tonight, across town. We’re merely waiting for the call-in case they need our help as backup. That’s why we gotta keep an eye out the windows.” At the mere comment, all the boys in the car turned their eyes out of the window in panic of being yelled at.

“Wait… Wait! Where’s Jisung?!” Kai practically screeched, in search around the car for their maknae.

“Relax, he’s just in the trunk.” Sehun responded unfazed.

“Oh, okay. Wait what?!”

“Cool it. He has his phone, and there isn’t much space in here for him anyways. He’s fine.” Mark stifled a laugh behind his hand before he turned his attention back to the windows.

Kai at that very moment wanted to throw hands with Sehun. But he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, running a hand through his white locks.

“Okay.. fine, I guess we just wait then.”

Meanwhile, in the quieter part of Seoul, Taeyong sat in the driver’s seat of his sleek black Mercedes-Benzes. His face was stoic, but his eyes glistened with hostility as he awaited the arrival of their rival.

“Boss, you usually don’t come out here… What’s the change?” Taemin and Taeyong were both sitting in the car for nearly over an hour and both men were becoming impatient. Because of Taeyong’s high rank within Neozone, he was usually never on the field. Most of the dealing jobs belonged to the Dreamies or the BLINKS. But apparently, this job was too risky and dangerous for those members to be out on the prowl.

“Somethings come up Tae. Rivals from China decided to slither their ways into the Korean borders. Someone’s gotta stay.” Taeyong stated, his voice blunt but firm, steady. But it couldn’t help Taemin’s curiosity build up in his chest.

“China?”

Taeyong tilted his head to look at the older member next to him. “Yeah. They’ve already started to wreak havoc in Lotto. Unit 127 is already there with some of our allies, defending that part of the town. These new guys most definitely didn’t come here to play nice.”

“But then why aren’t we there with 127 now?”

“Their leader wants to send us a message. I know it’s risky, but it’s better than having them enter our territory. At this point, we’re not quite sure who we’re dealing with.”

Taemin nodded in understanding. He didn’t want to push Taeyong’s boundaries any further, and especially now wasn’t a time to let their guard down. Despite being in the gang world, Taeyong being younger than him, Taemin saw Taeyong as a younger brother he didn’t get to have growing up. But while in gang speak, Taeyong was his boss.

As another 15 minutes passed the two by, finally a large black Lincoln pulled up from the depths of the darkness around them. Windows tinted all black. If it were anyone else in this position, they wouldn’t have minded the car with any suspicion. But Taeyong knew better than that. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, turning his knuckles white.

Taeyong felt something was wrong in his gut, but the moment a window rolled down and a barrel of a 22-calibre gun appeared in the window, he knew.

“Shit! It’s a tra-!”

Before the younger could even finish his sentence, the first bullet was blown out of the barrel and slammed into the windshield. Not enough to shatter it, but enough to give a message.

Taeyong became furious. He backed the vehicle up as fast as he could, as Taemin beside him loaded his gun.

“I guess that’s our message!”

“I’m calling the Dreamies!” Taemin snapped, the phone already pressed to his ear. “Sehun, get over here now! We’re on the other side of town, close to the university campus!”

As Taemin made the call, Taeyong’s knuckles were white from the tight grip on the steering wheel. He drove wickedly fast, tires screeching around every corner he whipped around. Passing through red lights, just skimming the chances of getting hit.

“Hey! That was a red light!!”

“Damn it Taemin, does it look like I care?! There are no red lights in a damn car chase!” Taeyong fumed. As they continued to speed down the streets of Seoul, going faster by the mile, so was their rival’s bullets. Closer and closer to breaking glass and popping holes in the tires. Taeyong had enough of it and was ready to hit back.

“Take the wheel.”

“What?!” Taemin shouted.

“Jesus-take the damn wheel Taemin!”

Taeyong jumped into the back seat while Taemin moved into the driver’s seat in one fell swoop. But he didn’t dare give a second to forget about his seat belt. The younger surged through the duffel bag stored away in the back seat and loaded a gun. Without a second thought, he leaned out the window, his red fiery hair flaming as fierce as the flames of rage in his eyes. He aimed and shot the driver and must’ve hit for the car swerved as they sped off, hitting a lamppost.

After a few minutes of silence and the hum of the car, Taemin finally broke the silence.

“I think… we lost them.”

“Shit! Look out!!” Neither of the members had time to react, as their rival hit their car head on, forcing the car to stop, crushed against the escalade.

When Taeyong finally deemed back to his senses, he saw three figures exit the escalade, and so he readied his gun and exited his own.

“Sup, assholes.”

“So sorry about that. You must be Taeyong. What my dearest pleasure to finally meet you! It’s such a shame we have to be on terrible terms.” A tall guy with blonde hair stated as a snake-like smile slid across his face.

“what do you want?” Taemin demanded. He stepped out of the car alongside Taeyong. Both of their barrels pointed to the tall blond.

“you’re boss.”

“And why do you want me?” Taeyong’s posture didn’t falter. His stance emanated dominance. If there was anything he valued more than his gang, it was his pride.

“how do I put this… Our leader wants to negotiate… some things with our so-called rivals, and that involves you and your gang Mr. Lee.” The blond stated.

“You’re going to have to go through me first.” Taemin loathed, taking a step forward, his entire body shaking his rage.

“So be it.”

One of the two didn’t hesitate to charge at Taemin as both of them aimed to rip each other apart. Despite Taemin’s height, his opponent was stronger and threw him against the window of the Mercedes, completely smashing it.

Going back to his own opponent, Taeyong turned around just in time to pin the taller one against the door of the Mercedes by the neck. The taller swallowed and smirked down to the shorter.

“oh, kinky.”

Taeyong rolled his eyes and pushed the man onto the ground, foot against his chest and gun aimed at his head. But before he could even pull the trigger, a sharp pain entered his torso. He groaned and dropped the gun, clutching his side which was turning crimson red. His hands clutched his shirt against a deep blade wound as he faltered down to his knees. Taeyong struggled to pull himself back to his feet but was met with stars and a rush of pain. He glanced back behind him to be met with a woman wearing a bandana.

She raised an eyebrow at him and held up a knife which was now covered in blood. She knelt down, wiping the blood off the knife on a bandana from her pocket.

“I like your eyes Mr. Taeyong. They’re beautiful…”

“Seulgri, no.” The blond stated, standing as he dusted off his pants. “Boss wants him alive.”

“I’d listen to your friend,” Taeyong wheezed. “He seems to be the smarter of the two.” Even though he was beginning to bleed out, Taeyong still found the strength to give an evil smirk.

This made Seulgri growl, as the other lady grabbed her gun and walked around the car to join sides with her.

Before either of them could lunge forward at Taeyong, a small car slammed into the three, sending them flying against the road.

“Are we late, boss?”

“Just on time, Mark.” Taeyong groaned, forcing himself up into a sitting position.

Taemin got up off the ground and touched the wound on his forehead. His hand was covered in blood before he noticed Taeyong’s injury was worse.

“oh my god, you’re bleeding!”

“No Shit Sherlock!” Haechan yelled from the back of the car.

“Boss, what do you want us to do?” Sehun then spoke up, even through the situation, his expression remained the same as his voice barely faltered.

“Take the Dreamies back to the zone. Get inside and lock up the building. No one goes in and no one goes out.” Taeyong slurred, feeling himself fall in and out of consciousness. There was no way he would be able to make it to the hospital in time, and never mind being arrested once he arrives.

“but what about you? We can’t just leave you here!”

“Jaemin, there is no time! It’s fine, I know where to go now, get back to the zone and lock up!” At this point, most members forget how aggressive and demanding the soft hearted Taemin could be.

He had already lifted Taeyong. An arm around his waist, keeping Taeyong close to him. He could only think of one place to take him.

“I’ll see you soon.”

“But-“

“Now Jaemin! Go!” Jaemin knew that there wasn’t time to fight with Taemin. He smacked Mark’s arm and Mark sped off.

Taemin gave a small nod before he pulled his attention back to Taeyong, whose eyes were closed as his skin was already turning pale. “Hey no! Open your eyes!” He demanded, worried that if the younger's eyes closed, they would never open again.

Taeyong could barely open his eyes, as he mumbled, “Taemin, I’m dying. You gotta get ou-“

“No! No Taeyong! I’m not leaving you! And you’re not leaving me! You promised me!” The guilt washed over Taeyong. He did promise. Both promised to stick by each other's side through thick and thin.

Taeyong had a family, and that was too much to lose. “Fine.”

After minutes of staggering around the alleyways of Seoul, Taemin turned the corner of run-down apartment buildings. At this point, the older member was practically dragging the younger. He struggled to contain his tears through the hallway, mumbling incoherent words through his quiet sobs.

Taemin finally made it to the last door, and desperately knocked on it. Over and over again. After a brief moment of silence, the door finally opened.

“Help.”

Notes : Welcome to my creative little mind!! I've had this story under my belt for a few years now, and I really wanted to post this because of my dear bestie @hyuuukais! I hope you guys enjoy the story, I've worked really hard on it and spent a bunch of time on it! It's my baby!! The inspiration for this was literally a collection of nct music videos and I went "oh! I wanna write a mafia story!" and well here we are! It's gonna be a long one, so jump in for the ride! If you wanna be in a taglist for this story, don't be afraid to reply and ask (18+)!

#mafia au #nct #wayv #nct dream #non-idol au #nct mafia au #tw blood #tw swearing

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thelivesofourdolls · 3 months

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Nomi loves visiting temples. The first one she went to in Hong Kong was the Ten thousand buddhas monastery in Sha Tin.

#Barbie #Mattel #Barbie doll #Doll #Fashion doll #Dollstagram #Dolls of instagram #Styled dolls #Doll blog #Photo blog #Doll collector #Doll photography #Travel #Hong kong #Ten thousand buddhas monastery #Dolls that travel

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egillbjarki · 2 years

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Sha Tin MTR, Hong Kong 2022

#shatin #hongkong #mtr

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nagichi-boop · 1 year

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A Star That’s Out of Reach (Chapter 8)

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Dw besties, I promise this isn’t an April Fools prank, I’m not creative enough for that. I just got reminded that I needed to update this today, so I’m doing it before I forget.

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“Amy?” Cream spoke softly, gently shaking her by the shoulder.

“Oh, sorry,” Amy responded, snapping out of her daze. She looked down at her plastic teacup, remembering that she was in the middle of a tea party with Cream. She then pretended to drink from it, flaunting her best princess impression. “May I have some more tea, m’lady?”

“Of course, your highness,” Cream chirped, pretending to fill Amy’s teacup. Before Amy could lift the cup to her face, the two of them turned at the sound of the front door opening. “Mother!” Cream leapt up and ran to the door, to which Amy stood and followed behind.

“Hello sweetie,” Vanilla beamed, then looked up at Amy. “I apologise for being late! I forgot a few things from my shopping list and had to go back.”

“It’s okay, I have come to expect tardiness from you,” Amy teased playfully, resulting in a chuckle from Vanilla.

“If you don’t have somewhere to be, how about you stay for dinner?” Vanilla offered.

Amy shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I need to go home.” Cream pouted, prompting Vanilla to pat her head.

“Maybe next time,” Vanilla spoke softly. She then perked up having remembered something and moved her hand from Cream’s head. “Ah, bear with me one monument!” She gracefully dashed top the kitchen and returned with a tin. “Here’s some cookies I baked earlier for you as a thanks for your hard work today.”

“Aw, thank you,” Amy thanked gratefully as she took the box of cookies. “You’re always so generous.”

“I only try to imitate your example! I don’t think I could ever make enough treats to thank you for all of your hard work.”

Amy blushed and scratched behind her head shyly. “I do my best,” she chuckled. She then leaned over with her hands on her bent knees. “I’ll see you again soon, Cream – keep the tea warm for me!”

“Yes, m’lady!” Cream complied with a salute, enticing a giggle from both Amy and Vanilla. The rabbits then saw Amy out of the house, waving with large smiles on their faces as she walked away. Amy began to feel guilty for lying to Vanilla, but she felt that she couldn’t stay any longer. It was not her’s or Cream fault – actually, she wasn’t entirely sure what was wrong. Looking up to the sky, she noticed the sun making its descent and she was struck with an idea.

She wandered to her’s and Shadow’s secret spot where she hadn’t been for the past few days. Part of her was scared to see Shadow again after his disappearance, but she knew she couldn’t avoid him forever. There was so much she wished to tell him, however, so she decided she had to go. When she arrived, she noticed something underneath the tree.

“Hey Sha…” she began before peering round and noticing he was asleep, which caused her to hastily cover her mouth. After waiting a few seconds to see if Shadow would wake up, she knelt down beside him slowly, then waved her hand quietly in front of his face to double check. He didn’t move. She stared at his face for a moment in bewilderment, never having seen Shadow look so serene before. Deciding the seize the opportunity, she continued to make observations about Shadow – his soft breathing, the rise and fall of his chest and, most surprising of all, the relaxed expression on his face. A leaf then fell atop Shadow’s head, which much to Amy’s shock, did not wake the dark hedgehog. Nervously, she leant in and retrieved the leaf, smiling softly in amusement. Shadow’s ear twitched and he opened his eyes, only to be met with Amy’s face being very close to his. The two hedgehogs screamed and fell backwards in shock. Amy clutched her chest, breathing erratically while Shadow covered his reddening face with his brows furrowed in confusion.

“A-Amy?” Shadow croaked shakily from behind his hand, his heart pounding out of his chest. “What are you doing here?”

“Ah, well, uhm,” Amy stammered and flailed her arms, all the while refusing to make eye contact. She then pointed her finger up as a thought struck her. “I just remembered how, uhm, beautiful this place is for a sunset this place is and wanted to see it!”

Shadow stared for a moment, still trying to compose himself over his startling wake up. He took note of how red Amy’s face had become, but chalked it up to her being caught off guard. He inhaled, then let out a relived sigh.

“I see,” he said, moving his hand from his face to his forehead, scratching it nervously. The two of them remained in awkward silence for a moment, with Amy staring at the ground and twirling her fingers and Shadow looking away from her, scowling a little from embarrassment.

“It’s been a while,” Amy remarked. Shadow looked up at her affectionately, taking note of her bittersweet smile.

“I suppose it has,” Shadow acknowledged shyly. He shuffled and leant his back up against the tree again. After noticing Amy had not moved, he pat the ground next to him. Amy tensed up nervously, then crawled next to Shadow and sat beside him, her shoulders stiff from unease. The two of them stared out over the city and watched the sunset. Amy glanced over at Shadow who was intently watching the sun set. Somehow, despite everything, it was like nothing had occurred, as though Shadow had never gone missing.

“I’ve missed this,” she confessed softly. Shadow looked over at her to see her warm smile, which he then reciprocated.

“Me too,” he agreed, then the two of them continued to watch the sun fall until eventually it had disappeared completely, leaving a cool breeze behind. Amy began to rub her arms, to which Shadow shuffled closer to her and reluctantly placed an arm around her, which surprisingly Amy did not reject. She then leaned on Shadow’s shoulder, which startled him at first. He knew this meant nothing, but he couldn’t help but want to cherish this moment.

“Did you want to talk about why you left?” Amy asked, disrupting the silent.

“Not particularly,” Shadow answered monotonously. “I just had a lapse in my judgement. For what it’s worth though, I don’t intend on pulling such a stunt again.”

Though upset that Shadow would not open up, Amy smiled in relief. “I’m glad to hear that. I was very worried about you.”

Shadow remained silent for some time. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Shadow hesitated, composing his thoughts. “You’re a friend of mine who has trusted me enough to confide in me and yet I have not been as open to you in return.”

Amy buried her head into Shadow’s neck a little more, closing her eyes as she smiled warmly. “That’s okay,” she replied. “I understand that your upbringing might make it more difficult for you to open up. If anything, I should be apologising to you for making you put up with my problems all the time.”

“Nonsense,” he quickly responded. “You’re not making me ‘put up’ with anything. I listen to your problems out of my own free will.”

Amy let out a little chuckle before the two of them once again fell silent, making up for lost time by simply enjoying each other’s company. Shadow felt a sense of nostalgia as he stared up at the stars. He hadn’t felt this sort of comfort since his days stargazing with Maria on the Ark. He felt his body subconsciously relax as he observed the stars peacefully with Amy’s head still rested gently on his shoulder.

“You know,” Amy suddenly spoke, to which Shadow let out a hum of acknowledgment. “That day that I told you I was going to confess to Sonic – you never did tell me what it was you wanted to.” Realising Shadow did not shift at all, Amy looked up at Shadow, who stared forward with a somewhat saddened expression. “Is everything okay?”

“I want to tell you,” Shadow replied in a melancholic tone. “But I don’t know that you’ll like what you hear.” Amy leant away from Shadow in order to get a better view of him having realised she had brought up a seemingly sensitive topic.

“You can tell me,” Amy assured. “I promise I won’t get upset.”

Shadow’s gaze drifted down to his hands, which he now nervously fidgeted with. “Perhaps, though I think you should be prepared for the possibility.” Amy’s head tilted in confusion. “I just want to ask that no matter what, we still remain friends after this.”

Amy smiled comfortingly. “Of course! Why wouldn’t we?”

“Because I love you,” Shadow confessed. Amy’s smile dropped and she stared at Shadow with widened eyes. She then laughed anxiously, assuming she had misunderstood Shadow’s words.

“Aw Shads, I love you too! You’re one of my closest friends.” Shadow looked at Amy with a serious expression, which caused her to tense up.

“Not like that,” Shadow re-emphasised somewhat sternly. “I meant as in…romantically.”

“Oh.” Amy was stunned by Shadow’s confession. She had absolutely no idea he felt this way, but then a wave of dread began to overcome her.

Shadow looked over at Amy, who had a dumbfounded look on her face.

“Are you okay?” Shadow asked anxiously.

“Huh? Oh, uhh, yeah…” Amy stuttered. “How long have you felt this way?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” Shadow admitted. “I didn’t even realise that’s how I felt until recently.” Amy nodded her head, still trying to collect her thoughts.

“Was I…the reason you ran away?”

Shadow hesitated. “Sort of,” he confessed, which stung Amy a little. “It was a whole slew of things really.” He then brought his knees up to his chest. “I guess I got scared about how close I was getting to others. That sort of closeness…scares me.”

The two of them remained silent, which only made the other that much more anxious. After some time, Amy slowly stood up, with a forced smile on her face. Shadow looked up at her worriedly, his mind racing with thoughts.

“Thank you for being honest with me about your feelings,” Amy chirped.

Shadow’s ears drooped. “Yeah,” he defeatedly replied. “I felt I owed it to you to know.”

Amy stayed silent for a moment before speaking again. “I have to go for tonight. And…I have some things to think about. I hope you understand.” Shadow looked away and nodded. “Goodnight Shadow,” Amy spoke softly before turning away and leaving. When she believed she was out of view, she began running. Unbeknownst to her, Shadow saw her flee, his hand reached out towards her. He then clutched his fist and curled up, hugging his knees and burying his face in them.

“I lost her, Maria,” Shadow whimpered to himself quietly.

Amy made good distance away from Shadow and then came to a halt to catch her breath. She then felt her face become warm, prompting her to cover her mouth with her hand.

“Shadow…likes me?”

#a star that’s out of reach fanfic #shadow #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #shadamy #cream the rabbit #vanilla the rabbit #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanfic #nagichi writes

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'Sha Tin, a Kowloon suburb. The footbridges erected just above the roadway are open to the elements'.

'Central, standing rigidly to attention.'

Hong Kong. Early 90s

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#scan #hong kong #streetlife

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Can't Go To Hell - Ragnor Fell & Ty Blackthorn (Gen)

Ragnor Fell, Ty Blackthorn, Catarina Loss (mentions of Livvy and Kit)

Wordcount: 1,926

Ragnor and Ty's relationship at the Scholomance is unorthodox but they have more in common than first meets the eye. (Contains spoilers for the most recent Secrets of Blackthorn Hall post)

Dark skies above him, brilliant with stars. Rough, uneven stone beneath his feet. The cold, mountain air biting at his cheeks. The faint warmth from his tin camping mug, filled with sweet tea and cupped in his hands.

Ragnor exhaled. And stilled, feeling the overwhelming panic subside, its icy grip slowly loosening. He quietly went through the breathing exercises that Cat had taught him, when he was freshly-released from his captivity.

At this stage, several years on, he could get through the days without issue but at night, particularly in his warren-like room at the Scholomance... Well. He was grateful for the expansive roof and the access to it granted by his tutor status.

Behind him, he heard a scraping sound, a boot on a flagstone.

He turned to see a dark shape jump down from the wide, flat ledge that overlooked a dizzying drop to the mountainside and the path up to the Scholomance.

Wayward student or assailant, either way it interrupted his evening. An irritated sigh slipped from his lips, and he conjured up a small ball of pure energy.

The figure froze, and turned to face him. Ragnor caught a glimpse of a pale face, framed by black hair, and grey eyes that shuttered down, even as he stood up taller, the instincts drilled into him by the Scholomance’s tutors second nature now.

“Sha- Mr Fell, I was just leaving.” Tiberius Blackthorn’s voice was scratchy, as if he were coming down with a cold.

“Tiberius,” Ragnor sighed. He dimmed his energy ball. “This area is off-limits to students.”

“Yes, I know,” came the response. He didn’t offer an apology but instead, an explanation. “But this is the best place to stargaze.”

“Beside a hundred foot sheer drop?” Ragnor asked drily.

Tiberius shrugged. “I wasn’t going to fall.”

“Good, because after learning what your family is capable of, I don’t want to have to explain to them your untimely death.”

A tightening mouth and clenched fists, and a small dart of a glance to the left.

“Is she here?” Ragnor phrased it delicately.

“Livvy? Yeah.” The boy’s voice was soft.

Ragnor took a moment to look up. To watch the coldly impersonal beauty of the stars but also to seek out a particular constellation. “Gemini - the Twins are especially bright at this time of year in the Northern Hemisphere,” he said, pointing.

He watched as Tiberius nodded, following, a small smile splitting his face. “We could rarely stargaze in L.A. because of the air pollution.”

Ragnor nodded, suppressing an internal sigh. “I will leave you to it, then,” he said. “But do it from the roof, not the ledge.”

God, Magnus would laugh at the way he had become a mother hen in his old age, Ragnor thought, as he headed inside. But he felt oddly protective of this young Blackthorn. Or guilty, his internal voice chimed in before he could shoo it away.

The next day, after his history classes ended, he dropped two hefty volumes on Tiberius’s desk. The other students gave him a wide berth as they gathered up their own books and left for their next class.

“The Waypaths of the Sky and- A Journeyman’s Guide to the Constellations,” Tiberius read. His eyes were wide as he looked up at Ragnor.

“In case you were interested in further guidance around stargazing. It’s a useful skill to have as a Centurion,” Ragnor said, gruffly. “Or- as a general hobby.”

Tiberius was quiet for a moment, fingers tracing along the spines.

Ragnor turned to leave.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He thought that would be it. That the boy would perhaps look at the books out of politeness. Or skim them and return them one day before class started. The curriculum at the Scholomance was relentless in its expectations of its graduates - and there was rarely time to get extra reading in.

But in hindsight, he should’ve known better - or guessed, at least. He had observed Tiberius - alongside his friend, Christopher, for the better part of two months, as they stubbornly pursued their ill-fated necromancy attempt, despite all his carefully placed hurdles. He had watched as the boy arrived at the Scholomance, eyes downcast but shoulders set firm as he set himself to the task of learning a tough curriculum that hardened and moulded its young charges.

So when he showed up to Ragnor’s office a week later, he handed the books back, and then after asking politely, sat down in his sole, beaten up armchair, and asked question after question around the returned volumes.

Ragnor didn’t mind.

At the end of their session, Tiberius rose, and hesitated. “I haven’t seen you on the roof since that first night you caught me and Livvy,” he noted.

Ragnor studied him, wondering how to phrase his response. “I haven’t needed it.”

Many people would likely have caught the hesitation and refrained from asking further.

“Why did you need it?”

Ragnor felt old suddenly. “Good evening, Mr Blackthorn,” he said, dismissing him and showing him the door.

Tiberius left, a small crease between his eyebrows. But he also left with two new books on divining and the use of hearthcraft.

He came back often, challenging Ragnor with questions and theories around the lore he was expected to learn, alongside specialised weapons training, and intelligence gathering.

There was a hunger to his gaze, a sharp intelligence - a yearning - particularly during the most esoteric and challenging classes, where most of his contemporaries yawned and dozed as Ragnor taught theories on dimensional magic.

Most Shadowhunters treated their schooling as simply another tool in their arsenal in fighting demons. A means to achieve their angelic calling.

Not Tiberius Blackthorn. He probed. And questioned. And theorised. And experimented.

(Not always successfully - the Sensor incident put Ragnor in a bad mood for days, and he refused entrance to his office for a few days, just to achieve some peace and quiet)

It energised Ragnor, to have such a pupil in his class. It also terrified him.

He mentioned this, matter-of-factly to Catarina, one evening as they sat in front of a roaring fire, a patchwork blanket tossed over their knees and a plate of shortbread biscuits they were slowly working through. Outside Catarina’s cottage, a January snow storm raged.

“Hmmm. Who is he reminding you of?” Cat asked him.

Ragnor hesitated. How did Catarina always get to the heart of the issue?

“-- Morgenstern,” he admitted. “I haven’t had such a promising student since Valentine Morgenstern.”

She pursed her lips. She didn’t immediately dismiss his comparison.

“Well,” she said gently. “I’m not sure I see that same darkness. But. You have a chance to do it differently this time.”

“Keep a closer eye?” Ragnor grumbled. “I suppose so– although I turned my back for one moment and he and Herondale were off achieving the black magic that I specifically told them not to do. I’ll have to sleep sometime.”

Catarina stared into the fire, a troubled look on her face. She knew as well as Ragnor did, the tangled web of politics and prophecies that surrounded the Lost Herondale. And the potential role other Shadowhunters - such as the Blackthorn family - could play in the coming years around him.

“Provide the guidance and guide rails for him to achieve great things,” she said finally. “Encourage Tiberius’s interests… but push back against any darker siren call of power, and let him understand the reasons why some things are prohibited. Make sure he knows the history, the consequences. No one makes the right decisions unless given the chance to understand them.”

Ragnor reached over to squeeze her shoulder. “That is good advice, thank you.”

So when Tiberius came to him, asking for help in deciphering the curse on his family’s home, Ragnor spent some time in the Spiral Labyrinth pulling out old maps, and brushing up on his ley line knowledge.

When Tiberius asked whether he could learn to open Portals, Ragnor indulged his curiosity - while clearly stating that the boy wasn’t to perform any of it without his supervision. Tiberius easily acquiesced to the request, and they spent several relaxing evenings going through the basics, before finally putting it into practice by sending him through to Blackthorn Hall’s kitchen to visit family.

“Do you believe in redemption?” Ragnor looked up with a start to meet Tiberius’s gaze, as he sat slumped in the armchair. There was a miserable, distant look in his grey eyes, and he was worrying several threads in his white cuffs. He was ten minutes back from his visit to Blackthorn Hall. Something had gone badly wrong while he was there, that much was clear, and Ragnor had steered him quietly to his normal perch in the office.

Ragnor watched the boy, and while he usually didn’t notice the ghostly presence of Livia Blackthorn, if he looked out of the corner of his eye, he could see the faint outline of a young girl dressed in white, hovering over the chair. He and Tiberius had had a standing gentleman’s agreement to not mention the necromancy- and the results that trapped his sister on a spectral plane but… Ragnor was wondering if that had been the wrong approach.

Cat’s words echoed in his head.

He chose his next words carefully. “Decisions made in our past don’t have to define us, Tiberius. I- I think if a person decides to make amends, as much as it is possible to, and works to better themselves, never again committing the same grave error- there is a way to move past it.”

Tiberius still looked pensive, and his hand rose to clasp onto the chain he always wore around his neck. Which held a locket, and a heron sigil. He grasped them both tightly.

Oh.

Ragnor suddenly understood who had been on the other side of the Portal. And the platitudes he might’ve continued with, died in his throat. Unwillingly, his own atrocities committed in Shinyun and Sammael’s name rose up, and he pushed down bile.

“Redemption is a tricky business,” he said finally. “We can work on ourselves but we cannot force others to forgive us.”

“I know that,” Tiberius said roughly. He brushed a hand over his eyes. “I know that.”

Ragnor felt sympathy but he didn’t add anything further, until he was certain that what he was about to say wouldn’t further hurt the grieving, lost youth in front of him.

“But - one of the hard earned lessons I’ve learned in my long years on this earth, is the amazing ability for forgiveness from- ” He cleared his throat. “- especially from those who care for us. Even if it’s not immediate.”

Tiberius looked lost. “So I’ll need to wait years?” he asked.

“Perhaps. Or it may come tomorrow. Or- it may never come,” Ragnor replied. He didn’t want to offer false hope. “But the point is, Tiberius- you are not defined by your mistakes. But by what you learn from them and what you do next. That’s all you can do. The rest is up to him.”

There was silence and Ragnor wondered if he had gone too far.

Then, a short, shuddering sigh, and Tiberius stood. “I understand, I think,” he said. “Thank you.”

He started walking to the door.

“We’ll continue tomorrow with further study on Portal runes,” Ragnor reminded him. “Don’t be late.”

Tiberius nodded. Once he had exited, Ragnor let out a large sigh and lifted his eyes to the clock above the door. Barely noon. Too old for this nonsense (but even he knew he was lying to himself).

Notes: I've been fascinated at the relationship hinted at during Secrets of Blackthorn Hall for Ty and Ragnor. Alongside wondering why Ragnor has been so willing to help (he's no Magnus, with his weakness for Shadowhunters, right?) So this is my attempt at figuring out why they work so well together.

#sobh #ty blackthorn #ragnor fell #secrets of blackthorn hall #tsc fanfiction #catarina loss #livvy blackthorn #my fanfic #alicantenet

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