#been caught up on sj for like. 3+ years so

[starswallowingsea]

Hhhhh

[yoongikapi]

meeting at a cafe || NJ/SJ/YG || oneshot

fluff

masterlist

NOT PROOFREAD! found this in my drafts from like over a year ago, figured i’d post. lmk if you want the other members!

namjoon:

your laptop notified you for the second time, reminding you to find an outlet soon. you broke your gaze away from your screen after what seemed like days, frantically searching for an outlet around the crowded coffee shop. you lit up when you noticed an outlet at the nearby corner table; gathering your stuff you began to walk over but hesitated when you noticed someone was already sitting over there. you did notice however, they weren’t using the outlet but sat across from it. your heart quickened when your laptop flashed its final warning to be charged and you rushed over to the outlet across from the stranger. you quickly plugged it in and were instantly relieved that you weren’t gonna lose your work. you looked up to the stranger and were met with the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. although he flashed a confused look, you felt your face heat up as you stared back at the attractive stranger.

“im sorry, i really needed to charge my laptop, do you mind if i leave it here for a while? i’ll just go sit back over there.” you frantically said, instantly realizing how rude this must have seemed. he shook his head back, his confused look from earlier had disappeared. “not at all, i dont mind if you stay either.” he flashed you a friendly smile and you suddenly realized you’d rather stay too. you smiled back and thanked him, quietly sitting across from him and opened your textbooks back up. you wanted to talk to him some more but didnt want to bother him, and so you tried to focus back on your work. it seemed so obvious yet unspoken that he was feeling the same, but it still remained quiet on both ends. after getting some work done you quietly (yet slowly) packed your bags. you thanked him again and headed off but didnt get very far when he caught up to you.

“i just wanted to let you know that i didnt mind you being around at all. this is for you” he said, handing you a small, folded up piece of paper. “i hope to see you again” he smiled one last time and rushed back into the cafe. you almost dropped the unfolded paper in shock. blushing heavily, you quickly added his contact information into your phone, smiling at the thought of seeing him again.

<3

jin:

you walked in your favorite cafe for the third time this week and dashed straight up in line. you had been here so much since it opened that you didnt need to look at the menu anymore, you already had your favorites picked out. as you waited for the person in front of you to order, you noticed the one barista who stood out to you was working today. you smiled and wondered what crazy thing he’d write on your mug today. as you put your order in you noticed him turn and look at you, almost as if he had your order memorized as well. he smiled when he saw you and you noticed, smiling back. he turned and began making your order as you headed over to your favorite spot in the shop. you stopped working when you heard your name being called. looking up and realizing it was him, you jumped up to grab your order, secretly liking the way he said your name.

“just the way you like it” he smiled, handing you the hot beverage. you thanked him and made your way back to your table. taking your seat, you immediately began to search for his usual writing spot on your mug but was interrupted by a call. it was your boss asking you to come in and help with some work, to which you quickly agreed and began packing up your bags. you had forgotten all about the writing on the mug until you got to your office at work.

‘been thinking about you a latte’ it read and you laughed. making a mental note to think of a cheesy pickup line back for the next time you saw him.

<3

(i’m sorry but jin is the king of dad jokes)

yoongi:

after placing your coffee order you went and sat in a chair in the corner of the store, deciding to pass the time by sitting on your phone. a couple of names were called and then yours, so you made your way to the pickup counter but was confused when you didnt see your coffee. you stood around for a second, thinking maybe they hadn’t quite finished it yet, but realized this wasn’t the case when they continued calling out other customers names. you nervously asked the barista if they were still working on yours and gave them your name again. you grew even more confused when they told you yours was finished and put out already. no way someone stole my coffee. it was the only logical thing that could’ve happened to it. upset but in a bit of a rush, you began heading out of the store when you heard someone else in the store say your name. you turned and saw a confused man looking around but his eyes met yours when you tuned. he said it again and you nodded in confusion until you saw him hold up what looked like your coffee. your face lit up as you headed over to him.

“im sorry i grabbed your coffee in a rush thinking it was mine.” he quickly apologized, but instead of handing it to you he took it back over to the baristas. he walked back over to you empty handed; “i had a couple of sips before i realized it wasn’t mine, im having them make you a new one.” he explained. you told him he didnt need to do that, but you appreciated it. you noticed he had a bunch of other coffees with him and decided to ask him about it to make conversation while you waited. he explained to you that he was starting a new internship and wanted to make a good first impression. you smiled when he told you which company he’d be working at; it was yours. you explained with a smile on your face that you also worked there and wouldn’t mind walking with him to work. and so when the rest of his coffees were done, you helped him carry some to work and laughed at the thought of him doing it himself.

<3

[formulaorange]

2024 Spring Anime

Kaiju No. 8 This series started the same time as SpyxFamily and I've been waiting years for it to be animated. It's a series I was instantly hooked on. The animations in the teasers were incredibly sus but I'm glad to see it's pulled together. This is a must watch for this season. Noteworthy On-going Shows: Delicious in Dungeon - Episodes 13-24 A Character based comedic fantasy that honestly has me hooked. New Seasons:

Demon Slayer - Hashira Training Arc I can't believe we're already here. I think this will be one of the last 2 or 3 seasons of the show. This is one I'm not sure what to expect in terms of story but I'm looking forward to it regardless.

That Time I Got Reincarnated As a Slime - Season 3 One of the Og's is back baby. This is one of my all time favourite shows, one of the original fantasy/isekai series. This series gets better and better and I'm so hooked to each character. 100% biased opinion but if you haven't seen this, go check it out.

My Hero Academia - Season 7 This is one that I haven't caught up on the anime for so I'm not 100% where we are but I'm pretty sure it's about to get real dark. I think lots of people have put this show on the backburner or have dropped it entirely. But I really have to say we're starting to head into some of the peak of the series. It gets much darker and more serious and starts to shift from the original shonen high school style.

Additional New Seasons: Mushoku Tensei - Season 2 Cour 2 I won't lie, this arc honestly doesn't look very appealing to me. That said, I have faith in the writers and will be watching and updating if it picks up. Both of these shows from 2008 coming back were not on my bucket list but here we are: Spice and Wolf - Looks to be a re-make of the original series Black Butler - Public School Arc - New continuation of the og series Also: The Misfit of Demon King Academy II - Part 2 The Irregular at Magic High School - Season 3 Laid-Back Camp - Season 3 New Noteworthy Shows:

Wind Breaker A new series about a delinquent who moves to a school where it's all about being the strongest and beating each other up. Honestly it reminds me a little of Food wars but if it was actually about fighting instead of food lol. The animations look stellar, I'm actually pretty excited to check this one out. ( I'd also say it looks completely different to Tokyo Revengers so I wouldn't compare the two.)

Mission:Yozakura Family A newer shonen jump series about a kid who tries to integrate with a mismatched family of spies. Looks like a lot of fun and has a similar vibe to some old school SJ series.

Go! Go! Loser Ranger Why does this look so good. This series genuinely looks so cool, the animation look out of this world and the story looks killer. From what I can gather it's a guy who always plays the villain and is sick of his role. The story shows the heroes as villains and gives me a bit of Invincible vibes. (This is a Disney+ exclusive) The Fable I've heard that this is one of the most legendary comedies. I know there's a few live actions for it on Netflix but I haven't had a chance to check it out. I feel like the trailers don't seem to get anything across so this'll be one I'll follow up on.

Going through the extra shows is now the bane of my existence. I want to go back to before all the isekai light novels were being animated. After doing this I feel defeated that some of these look half-decent. Whisper Me a Love Song Wholesome girl's love series about figuring out what kind of love they feel for each other: 3 Episodes The Many Sides of Voice Actor Radio 2 girls who's offline personalities are total opposites, their rivalry in a brutal industry. Looks like it could be a fun slice of life series: 3 Episodes Jellyfish Can't Swim in the Night Looks like a really well done series about a group of girls forming an anonymous idol group: 3 Episodes

I Was Reincarnated as the 7th Prince so I Can Take My Time Perfecting My Magical Ability The animations actually look amazing from the trailer and this series could be cute: 1 Episode An Archdemon's Dilemma: How to Love Your Elf Bride I think this might be a guilty pleasure show. I like the idea of the awkward romance between these two. Likely wouldn't reccommend this for a normal watcher: 1 Episode Grandpa and Grandma Turn Young Again Animations and concept look fun: 1 Episode Notable OVA's: Code Geass: Roze of the Recapture A prequel to the original series. The animation looks just like the OG and I'm so stoked that this is coming out.

[apesoformythoughts]

Christmas Day [2003]

«Up at 5:50, read my breviary with a flashlight. There’s an Italian water heater in the bathroom, but as there’s still no running water it’s useless. Bathing is unpleasant, but it’s the shaving in cold water I really detest. At breakfast, because it was Christmas, the sisters gave me a fried egg.

Christmas Mass at 9:30, Father Harvey presiding.

The temperature outside has risen to about 20°. I was surprised to see students arriving for class at the state-run school to the west of the sisters’ house, but was told that December 25 has no particular meaning for Armenians; New Year’s Day is the major holiday, and Christians celebrate the Epiphany as well.

That said, the sisters were not going to let the desperately poor go hungry on Christmas Day, and [Sister] Nishakant loaded the Land Rover with warm food, and Jevgenia and I rode along to help deliver it. We made fifteen stops or so, often feeding two or more households at a time. The sisters had prepared stewed chicken, boiled potatoes, and a salad of peas and grated carrot. There was also an apple and a tangerine for every person in the house. One complication—which, I’m ashamed to say, hadn’t occurred to me—was that food containers were scarce, and people sometimes brought out buckets and wash basins, into which Nishakant and Jevgenia carefully ladled the meal. I’d help carry it into the homes, say a blessing prayer with Nishakant, and sprinkle the room with Holy Water. Looking around for other food I usually saw nothing. Most people gave no sign of gratitude or resentment. One woman scolded Nishakant (“She asks for clothes, Father.”) Another woman wept.

Slowly it dawned on me that nearly all the most wretched folks we visited were mentally deficient, and that in addition to being destitute they were imperfectly capable of keeping house and taking care of themselves generally. I mentioned this to Nishakant and she nodded, and explained that depression was an even greater problem; sometimes the hardship became overwhelming and people just quit. She told me that “Ripsy” (Hripsime, one of their wards) was found as a baby, black with filth, lying in a dirty bed with her head crawling with lice.

Back at the compound, I followed the spry Father Harvey down a concrete conduit into a well pit to try to prime the pump that services his bungalow. Water flowed for five minutes and quit.

After lunch there was a Christmas pageant, which has been in rehearsal for several days. With the help of some creative gender-bending, everybody had a part. The infant Jesus was convincingly played by a 3-week-old girl whom the sisters laid in a bassinette. Those confined to wheelchairs, for the most part the most severely retarded, served as the angels, wearing white robes with tinsel haloes and cardboard wings fastened behind. As they slumped in their chairs, cross-eyed and drooling, it came home to me that few persons who played the part would be likely to pass more of their lives in the state of grace. A two-man pantomime donkey genuflected in the general direction of the manger, next to four of the Three Kings.

Afterward, Santa Claus made an appearance and gave each child a gift from his sack, for which the recipient performed a dance or sang a song. I sat on a folding chair helping with hard-to-open presents, etc., caught unawares several times by slobbery kisses on the temple and neck from overexcited children.

Vespers, a bowl of soup, and to bed before 9:00.»

— From Fr. Paul Mankowski, SJ’s Armenia Diary, first published under the pseudonym Father X.

[touchmycoat]

For your 679 fic (which btw is fantastic and painful), do you have headcanon about why LQG and SJ are so at odds? I definitely got vibes that SJ was jealous of YQY and LQG's relationship and it sounded like they spent a decent amount of time together even if it was just sparring.

THANK YOU MY DEAR <3 and hell yeah, what an absolutely juicy ask

SJ loves to front, right? He's a teeming cauldron of bad temper and insecurities—i'll need to review the canon content in the extras but maybe the first time LQG gets on his nerves is a public correction. I'm thinking something like, the Old Masters are holding a public forum of sorts and the Head Disciples are all there to learn and participate. The Qing Jing Peak Lord poses a dilemma and asks for SJ's solution, which is masterful and well-articulated. Before the Qing Jing Peak Lord can approve though, the Baizhan Peak Lord tosses the same question to LQG, who gives a more incisive, experienced response.

There's got to be class and privilege stuff all entwined, so the way SJ sees it, the posed dilemma was not something he could've possibly experienced, having been born on the streets. Nobody gives him a hard time for it or anything, but he still feels upstaged and mocked—就結下樑子了, and a grudge is born. He finds LQG arrogant, and thinks all LQG does is sit cushy in his privilege.

Then there's the competition/spar. The only thing SJ hates more than losing is losing in front of so many witnesses—again, nobody's really giving him shit for losing to the rising star of Baizhan, but he just doesn't think LQG deserves all those compliments and all that success! The only reason LQG's good at fighting is 'cause he was born into it after all; prodigies aren't born, they're paid for. If SJ had anything like LQG's 後台, he'd have no fucking competition at all. LQG embodies everything SJ hates and hates that he doesn't have, so gradually, everything he does in LQG's presence becomes barbed and pointed.

LQG's perspective, on the other hand, is this: he loves and lives for fighting, and as he's taking down senior after senior on Baizhan, there's another formidable opponent rising to the top of Qiong Ding. He's sparred with YQY and admires how in the arena, YQY's attention is completely fixed on improving himself. Other people get caught up in the winning and losing (cough SJ cough), and LQG does not care for that kind of attitude at all. And as he gets to know YQY, he likes YQY more and more. He admires YQY's social graces and how earnestly attentive YQY is toward fellow disciples. He loves and trusts this man for be his commander.

Then one day, SQQ shows up, and YQY...changes. LQG has said to YQY once or twice before that there's no need for all that patience, but now it's dialed up to eleven. All he sees is YQY's 苦口婆心 and SJ's 不領情, and he just doesn't understand why YQY is wasting all this time on someone so unappreciative.

Then SJ starts targeting him in particular—and LQG never meets a fight he doesn't swing a fist at. The rest is history.

But yeah, LQG and SJ are just a pair of vicious contrasts. LQG fights to win but doesn't let losing get to him (see: challenging and losing to LBH for five years), SJ will let one loss fester and hold a grudge about it for the rest of his life. LQG doesn't know betrayal and puts out his loyalty, SJ knows nothing but betrayal and jealously guards his loyalty. SJ hates losing face and resents the fact that losing face just doesn't seem to be something that happens to LQG. LQG hates petty, snide, passive-aggressive jabs (because why do all that when you can just have a straightforward fight) while SJ is 1) a foul-tempered mess, and 2) willing to use every tool at his disposal to survive.

SJ's actions are coming out of his PTSD and unresolved resentments, while LQG has the luxury of not knowing why SJ has to act the way he does.

And I mean, I fucking love romance and misunderstanding tropes. LQG and YQY have standing spars, but one day, SJ (unknowingly) steals YQY for one session. People whisper about it, YQY doesn't explain it, LQG frowns about it, SJ gets defensive. YQY lends SJ his old sparring sword (an item of minor fame among the disciples due to Yue-shixiong's overwhelming strength), SJ refuses to use it, LQG grabs it during a spur-of-the-moment fight and ends up breaking it, YQY only sees it broken, SJ doesn't want to explain that LQG breaks it because that would sound like he gives a crap about YQY's feelings, YQY cancels on LQG to go on a long mission he hadn't wanted to take before, LQG misunderstands and thinks YQY is upset with him bc he'd broken something YQY had given to SJ (where YQY had never been upset at LQG before for broken stuff).

Anyways, the narrative rule is, LQG always misunderstands SJ's actions, assuming worst intent, and SJ always resents explaining himself, because why the fuck should he.

[dc41896]

Sick Day

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff💕!

“I can’t come?,” Bodie asks with little pink lips in a heart wrenching pout and doe-like golden brown eyes seemingly peering into his father’s soul.

“No bud, you have to stay in your class.”

“Why?”

“So you can learn new things, and play with your friends,” Chris explains squatting down to be at his eye level as the four-year-old peers down at his sneaker covered feet.

“Why?,” he mumbles clearly not happy with his answer.

“Because....”

Honestly, why did he have to stay in class? Everything they were doing he could do at home really. And with as many books and educational games he had, Chris began to wonder why he even had to go to pre-k at all?

“You know, I don’t have an answer for you Bo.”

His curls lightly bounce as he tilts his head waiting to hear what his father had to say next.

“What do you say we go have some fun?,” he asks picking up a now excited Bodie as he claps his hands with a short squeal.

“Now daddy?!”

“Mhm. First we gotta get your bag, but after we can do anything you want bubs.”

The toddler beamed and mind began to race with all the things he’d want to do. Comfortably lying his head on Chris’ shoulder as they eventually left his school, he thought maybe they could even go to Disney and see his favorite characters after doing everything they could in town.

———

“More please!”

“Shh,” he chuckles momentarily placing his index finger over his own lips before pouring a few more jellybeans in his hand from the bag they were sharing. “Okay no more after this. You still gotta eat dinner.”

Just as he said, the two did everything Bodie wanted. First they went to the zoo and saw all the animals, then they went to the park and played catch as well as swung and climbed on the jungle gym (with Chris’ help). They even had lunch at his favorite restaurant and caught the last bit of the Red Sox game.

Now all that was left was for the two to eat dinner and Bodie get a bath without you knowing about him skipping school. Easy.

“Hey boys,” you smile as they enter the kitchen, an excited “mommy!” leaving your son’s lips as he leans in to kiss your cheek before your husband meets your lips. “How was school?”

“Good!,” Chris quickly answers putting down the little boy so he could go play with Dodger, happy to have his buddy back. “He had a great day.”

“Really?”

“Yea, the teacher said he did really well with his reading. And his uh group time went well too.”

You have to stifle your grin listening to your husband trying his best to lie when both of you knew he couldn’t. From his neck up to his ears and face became tinted a light red as he nervously scratched his beard, making you look at him feigning concern.

“Babe you okay? You keep scratching and you’re red,” you state placing the back of your hand on his forehead.

“Y-Yea, I guess I’m just a little hot is all.”

“You sure? Hopefully you didn’t catch something at the zoo.”

“No I doubt-,” he starts before his blue eyes expand and mouth slightly goes agape as you nonchalantly go back to moving around the contents of the sizzling pan.

“Or maybe it was something you ate at Maddio’s?,” you suggest with a smirk. The only thing he can manage to do is release a shaky chuckle with fingers rapidly tapping the cool marble countertop.

“H-How..”

“Peter’s mom called me saying how she hoped Bo felt better after she heard he left school early because he was sick, and thus wouldn’t need to be picked up for his play date. I told her how that was news to me, but I’d call you to see what happened. As soon as I hung up with her, I got a notification from the bank on how a purchase was just made at the zoo, which was confusing until Maddio’s also popped up and then things came together.”

He really needed to remember to turn off those bank notifications on your phone when he got the chance.

“So sounds like you guys had fun today.”

“Alright you caught us,” he sighs wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I didn’t get any time with him last night since I got in so late, or this morning because I was still asleep when you guys left, so I thought I could go and peek in on him in class really quick. Of course he saw me, so we played for a while and when I had to leave he looked so sad babe! I couldn’t just leave him like that.”

“Which then made you persuade our son to play hookie,” you giggle making him softly laugh.

“I’m sorry for being a bad influence,” he pouts as you turn in his arms to face him, lips meeting his soft, jutted bottom one.

“It’s okay, plus you haven’t been the only bad influence. When you first left I might’ve, sorta, let him stay home for a week,” you reveal shyly biting your bottom lip. Now was his turn to smirk before gently nudging your cheek with his nose and a low “well well well,” rolls off his tongue making you laugh.

“He was sad, I was sad, even Dodger wasn’t as upbeat as usual. So, I figured everyone deserved time at home with some much needed cuddles.”

Shaking his head, a lone strand of hair dangles perfectly in front of his forehead and tongue clicks as you playfully roll your eyes lying your head on his chest. “A whole week and I only took him one day.”

“Okay so maybe I was a little more sad and selfishly needed the extra cuddles, sue me. Plus what Bo does in class we can do here.”

“That’s exactly what I said! Even today he read the menu, ordered his own food, and we did math,” he smiles calling out to the giggling boy over his shoulder. “Bodie, how many innings are in a baseball game?”

“9!”

“And how many bases are there?”

“Um..3 daddy. And-and home is 4!,” he answers bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Good job bubs! See? Just call me Mr. Frizzle,” he winks, the both of you laughing as you held onto each other.

Eyes wandering to the living room, a soft smile graces yours and Chris’ faces watching your son show Dodger how the lion he got from the zoo matched his larger one. It was hard to believe that you two already had a four year old when it seemed like you were just walking around the house with both hands at the base of your growing belly.

Although you could do without the morning sickness, back pains, and the struggling to catch your breath parts of pregnancy, you did miss the overall experience of it. So much so that you’d been recently thinking maybe it was time Bodie had a sibling.

“Can we have another one?,” you ask not taking your gaze away from the adorable duo lying on their bellies on the floor. Chris slightly parts from you making sure he not only heard you correctly, but that your expression was truly as serious as your words.

“Really? You want another baby?”

“Well yeah. I mean we’ve talked about it before how we both wanted more than one, and lately with Bo growing up so fast I’ve missed having a baby in the house.”

“Not to mention you were very cute while pregnant,” Chris adds, leaning down to peck just below your jaw. There wasn’t a time while you were carrying Bodie that his eyes weren’t adoringly attached to you. Watching you do the simplest things, like watering the plants around the house, instantly made his heart swell and a bright smile form on his lips at your glowing skin and the fact that you were growing his child’s life within you.

“Then it’s settled..?”

“Mhm, and maybe when this one gets old enough we can have a joint family hookie day?,” he jokingly suggests causing you to giggle.

“As a responsible adult and parent I probably shouldn’t say it, but that’s actually not a bad idea.”

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Fanfic recommendations part six: 100% Alternate Universe stories.

Hey! It took me a while to post this and I’m sorry, got too caught up with, well, you know, life (ew). But I’m back!

All the stories listed in this are stories are 100% AU (yes, I’m including the Soulmate AU’s in this category). I’ve read and enjoyed them all.

Accidentally In Love by the bohemian flow.

Rachel Hyde was a witness to a strange romance that blossomed between her twin brother, Steven, and Jackie Burkhart, of all people. Her and Steven weren't the biggest fans of Jackie, but now, he loves her. How could Rachel possibly put up with her brother's girlfriend?

AU where Hyde has a sister. Not 100% focused on J/H, since it’s from Hyde’s sister POV, but it’s still pretty good.

This story is a WIP and it’s being updated constantly.

109k words, 28 chapters so far.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, OC/Kelso, OC/Eric, Eric/Donna.

A Different Start Could Lead to a Better End by SoftBubbles

Instead of Hyde meeting her as Kelso's annoying girlfriend, what if he met her as his annoying English partner, whom he quickly learns is more than she seems.

This story is not complete, it was last updated on July of 2020, and I pray for the author to come back to it one day, it’s a really good story.

Trigger warning for child abuse.

13k words, 14 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Bad Moon on the Rise by Badfanfic

Set around season 2. Jackie starts to develop feelings for Hyde, even though its the last thing she wants. Hyde is just trying to survive but is having difficulty controlling himself, especially around a certain cheerleader.

Hyde is a werewolf in this story. And THIS IS GOOD Y’ALL, I’ve read this like 10 times already.

Unfortunally, I think this story is abandoned, the last time the author updated was in June of 2020, but I still have hope, it’s really good and I’m DYING to read more. I absolutely adore stories with supernatural elements, and it’s so hard to find good ones in this fandom. Please read this.

13k words, 9 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Focus by Jenny7

After a metaphysical awakening, Hyde develops the ability to telepathically connect with a single stranger. What he doesn't expect is that the girl that he shares the connection with, a rich cheerleader with a complicated past, will forever alter his views on life and love.

SO GOOD. It’s complete and it has a sequel (that’s not complete but still worth the read), called Darlin, Walk Awhile With Me.

2k words, 19 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde.

History Rewritten by kezztip

What if Hyde got his Season 1 wish and stole Donna away from Eric? And then what if Eric had turned to a certain tiny cheerleader instead?

This story is complete, and if you have a soft spot for Eric/Jackie, than you might like this a lot.

81k words, 25 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Jackie/Eric, Hyde/Donna, Eric/Donna.

(I absolutely hate the Hyde and Donna pairing but it’s temporary so it’s okay).

Playing Pretend by isnotme

Caught up in her teenager concerns – and some wounds to heal, Jackie didn’t realize that her parents' marriage was crashing down for real, causing a major turnaround in her world.

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In the edge of seventeen, Hyde had too much on his mind. With graduation coming so soon, he knew too well he was about to be kicked out of the Forman's home. But when Bud’s illegal activities came to knock on his door, Hyde saw his plans falling apart once again.

Or

An AU where Jackie and Hyde get themselves in one of those fake relationship situation and somewhere along the way, they find somethings in commun. Highly inspired in every cliché Rom Com ever made, including Netflix's most recents TATBILB and Isi and Ossi.

This story is a WIP and it’s being updated often.

33k words, 13 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna

Pretty in Wisconsin by BelleBae

Jackie Burkhart has a lot to deal with. Her dad is in prison, her mum can't get it together and one of her best friends is in love with her. Will she be able to sort everything out by Prom? Inspired by Pretty In Pink.

Cute and complete.

20k words, 23 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Rock You Like a Hurricane by zeppelinandunicorns (yours truly)

Alternative universe where Donna met Jackie before meeting Eric and the rest of basement gang.

Jackie and Donna are 16 and 17 when they finally met the four basement misfits after a Fleetwood Mac concert.

This story is a WIP, and I do not plan on abandoning it, I love it too much to do that.

77k words, 15 chapters so far.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna, background Red/Kitty and eventual Fez/Laurie and Kelso/Brooke.

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She Belongs to me series by QueenBookBuff

A universe where Kelso cared a lot more about Jackie and Hyde getting together and implications of a deeper background for both Jackie and Hyde and Kelso and Jackie.

This got me hooked, it’s really good, please read it.

It’s complete and there are sequels! They are called All Our Tomorrows

and The Scarlet and SJ Chronicles.

27k words, 7 works in total.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Summer Music Series by Wickedfetch

What if Hyde and Jackie didn't meet until 1985?

Complete.

7k words, 3 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

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That 70s show by Zenmaster21

What if Jackie had dated Hyde from the beginning instead of Kelso? This is simply a re-write of the episodes had Jackie and Hyde always been together.

One of my favorites stories from the entire fandom.

Not complete, but please read it, it’s worth it.

Trigger warning for child abuse.

152k words, 37 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna

The Fifth Forman by BlueZeppelin

What if it wasn't just Eric and Laurie? What if they had another sibling? Like...Jackie? What would happen with Hyde? Would Eric be happy with his sister dating his best friend? Would Red like his daughter to be with one of the basement dumbasses?

This story is complete!!

52k words, 18 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

The One Where Jackie Moves In by Floweerchild96

Jackie has been living in New-York with her family but after her father goes to jail and her mother abandons her, she is forced to return to a town she thought she was done with for good. How will Jackie's reemergence in the basement effect the gangs lives?

A really good story, but unfortunally, it’s not complete. Still worth the read.

103k words, 20 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna.

Wall Around Your Heart by ourinvisibleink

Jackie Burkhart-Forman was adopted at almost ten years old by Red and Kitty, after her parents flee the country for drug trafficking crimes. Laurie grapples with addiction, Eric is messed up because of Red’s verbal abuse, Steven’s arrival is brought on by Jackie, Kelso is neglected, Fez is victim to racism, and Jackie befriends Jason, the new kid who happens to be gay.

This story is really good, but it deals with some serious stuff. I still love it.

Complete and it has a sequel called Plastar and Mortar.

52k words, 26 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna, Fez/Laurie, Red/Kitty.

One-shots:

A Little Less 70s, A Little More Modern AU by fairytalesandfolklore

A modern AU where the characters from That 70’s Show grew up in the 90’s x early 2000’s instead.

Cute as hell!!! Worth the read!

1k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

found a wife and a home (and a family that matters) by blackorchids

Hyde’s been part of the Forman family for years before they make him move in.

I placed this in the AU category because apparently Jackie and Hyde always dated, it doesn’t specify much.

1k words.

Rated G.

Pairings: background Jackie/Hyde and background Red/Kitty. This is not focused on the couples, but on Hyde’s relationship with the Forman’s.

Lady and The Tramp by soobeans

'See, I, myself, don't like you. I find you abrasive. But if I didn't know you, and I'd never talked to you, I'd think you were totally hot.'

In Point Place, Wisconsin, there are only three distinct areas. The Western area consists of the burnouts, thugs, outcasts, hopeless dreamers, poor people, and overall, tramps. The Eastern area holds the classy, rich, and more fortunate ladies and gentlemen. In between is where the two are forced to intermingle, but of course, they found a few ways to separate themselves.

8k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, some minor background Eric/Donna moments.

That Disco Episode: Zenmasters Style by springsteenicious

What if Hyde had learned how to dance to impress Jackie instead of Donna? And what if Jackie hadn’t been dating Kelso?

That Disco Episode, rewritten for Jackie and Hyde.

2k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Bonus: Soulmate AU’S:

I am so in love with Soulmate AU’s that I’m currently writing one, I wanted to make a special post just for this category but it would be too small so I just included it in here. 

Finders Keepers by nannygirl

It's said that before you find your soulmate you will find one of their lost items first, so what happens when Hyde finds a gold bracelet in The Formans' backyard? Will it lead him to his soulmate, someone who he's sure probably doesn't even exist?

This story is not complete, but worth the read.

5k words, 2 chapters.

Rated K+.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, some background Red/Kitty

It Takes Time to Fall in Love by yabookreader96

Jackie can't wait to meet her soulmate, but a dire mistake on her part leads her to mistakenly identify him as Michael, while Hyde watches his soulmate clock hit zero and immediately knows that it's Jackie. Years pass, Jackie with Michael, Hyde saying nothing as he knowingly watches from the side. Will this dynamic be permanent or will destiny bring the true soulmates together?

This story is complete.

18k words, 12 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, temporary Jackie/Kelso.

Mistaken Messages by MistyMountainHop

Jackie longs for her soulmate to accept her, and Hyde hopes his will leave him alone because he's in love with someone else. A stack of mystical index cards lets them communicate with their as-yet unidentified soulmates. But the more their soulmates write, the less control Jackie and Hyde seem to have over their fate.

This story is complete.

23k words, 5 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna

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Until We Get There by poetdameron

Running away from their own wedding is the craziest thing Hyde and Jackie have ever done together. But the tug he feels at his heart when realizing she doesn't want to marry him? The worst.

This story is complete.

39k words, 8 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

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Voodooized by mc_1

Eric’s been noticing something weird going on between Jackie and Hyde. At a party one night, all of Eric’s suspicions are confirmed when the two become love-marked- an event that occurs when soulmates are ready to be together, resulting in a mark on the skin that bonds them together for life. The unlikely couple puzzle over how they could possibly be paired together as they struggle to understand each other.

This story is a WIP.

14k words, 4 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde. Eric/Donna

Where It Wasn’t Supposed To Be by moved-ao3

Jackie thinks it's a blessing, Hyde a curse. Set in an alternate universe where characters receive a list with their soulmate's worst qualities, Jackie and Hyde struggle to navigate their feelings for each other when everything else seems pitted against them.

Not complete, and it makes me want to cry, but it’s really good.

15k words, 5 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

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One-shots:

all i need by orphan_account

"When he is six years old, the words 'Pudding Pop' appear on his wrist in the curliest, loopiest handwriting he's ever seen. There's even a little heart dotting the 'i'."

1k words.

The author didn’t rate this one, I would rate it as T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Blush by springsteenicious

On a person's eighteenth birthday, they swap bodies with their soulmate. Hyde doesn't have high hopes for his soulmate, but when he wakes up in a very pink room with posters and painted nails, his life is changed for the better.

4k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Also Available on AO3

I believe this is all!

I’ll repeat this at the end of every single post (seriously, I literally copy and paste this every single time): Speaking as someone who writes, it would be really cool if you guys decide to leave a review (or a comment, if the story is on AO3) in the stories you read, especially the unfinished ones. It really motivates the authors, and receiving a compliment is always a mood lifter. I’ve seen some authors updating stories after years because of nice reviews, so… yeah, this is just an idea.

Feel free to reply to this post if you think I left out a good story!

Next category: Christmas fics!

[megalony]

Family of six- Part 3

Here is the latest part of my Murderer! Ben Hardy series, I hope you will all enjoy it feedback is always lovely.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr​​ @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah​ @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6​ @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan​ @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel​ @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac​ @vousmemanqueez​ @jonesyaddiction​ @ambi-and-sunflowers @milanosaurus @httpfandxms​ @saint-hardy​ @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex​ @rogerina-owns-me @hellsdragon​ @im-an-adult-ish​ @crazylittlethingg​ @allauraleigh​ @onceuponadetectivedemigod​

Series taglist: @writeroutoftime​

Series masterlist

Summary: Ben and (Y/n) have a son together and are pregnant again but things take a worrisome turn when (Y/n) develops severe morning sickness and they find out they’re having triplets.

Enjoy.

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"Daddy?"

At the sound of Billy's confused and seemingly scared voice, Ben felt his skin prickling with goose bumps and he felt a shiver running down his spine. Ben hardly ever had (Y/n) ringing him when he was at work and the only time Ben had Billy on the phone was when he was away and (Y/n) rang so Billy could talk to him. But (Y/n) always talked to Ben first before she handed the phone over to Billy and right now the five year old sounded scared or in the very least unsettled about something and that was unsettling Ben.

"Buddy, everything okay? Why are you ringing me?" Ben leaned his hips back against the desk behind him as he crossed his free arm over his chest. He was meant to be going home in two hours anyway to check on his family and make sure they were okay. Something had to be wrong if Billy was ringing Ben who presumed (Y/n) was asking Billy to call because something had happened.

"Mummy's not very well, you said when she's ill you come home to look after her."

There was still something in Billy's voice that was putting Ben on edge, it was the small catch in his son's voice like he felt like crying but was trying very hard to hold himself together. His voice was wavering and Ben could already imagine the expression on his son's face.

"Did your mum ask you to ring me, is she being sick again?"

"She was sick in bed, now she's asleep in bathroom and won't get up." The moment Ben managed to comprehend what Billy had said he felt his blood running cold and his breath caught in his lungs.

"What? Buddy are you sure she's asleep, she's not moving or mumbling anything at all?" Ben pushed himself off the desk as he felt his heart beating out of his chest. He had booked an appointment at the hospital for tomorrow but clearly that hadn't been soon enough because (Y/n) needed help now. Ben knew that Billy wouldn't understand the difference between (Y/n) being asleep and her falling unconscious and Ben had a suspicion that she was unconscious in the bathroom.

Ben bit his lip as he moved round the desk to find his keys because there was no way he could stay now Billy had said that. He had to get home to (Y/n) and Billy.

"I moved her arm but she isn't awake."

"Okay, can you tell me how long your mum's been asleep in the bathroom?" Ben balanced his phone between his shoulder and his ear to give him chance to lock his office door. The longer (Y/n) had been unconscious the worse the situation would be and the quicker Ben would have to speed to get home to them both.

"Not long... mummy was crying and said she would call you but she fell asleep, are you coming home to look after her now? She won't wake up." The fear in Billy's voice showed that he knew (Y/n) hadn't been so tired that she simply fell asleep in the bathroom. He knew she wasn't well and that her being asleep on the bathroom floor wasn't good nor was it normal and he could sense the frustration and panic in Ben's voice. It was surprising but also relieving to Ben that Billy wasn't sobbing or breathless with panic right now but that simply told Ben that his son couldn't quite grasp or understand the situation even if he knew it was bad.

"I'm on my way home now to come look after you both I won't be long I swear. Buddy I need you to sit and wait with your mum until I get there to make sure she's okay. How is she sleeping, is she on her back?"

Billy held (Y/n)'s phone to his ear with both hands but he turned his head so he could look at (Y/n). He didn't want to leave her just in case she woke up and didn't know where he was or she felt sick, if he stayed here he could tell her that Ben was on the phone so she could talk to him. He assessed the way (Y/n) was laying, she was on her right side with her knees slightly curled up and her left arm was bent oddly and resting in front of her face. Billy had decided to sit just in front of her knees so he was close by since (Y/n) was slumped in front of the toilet rather close to the bath.

"No... mummy's sleeping on her side in front of the toilet."

"Good, I know she's sleeping but she might wake up and be sick cause she isn't well so if she is sick, I just need you to keep her head leaning forward and don't let her lay on her back. Just try and keep her how she is, can you do that for me?"

"O-okay."

Ben didn't want to worry or alarm Billy anymore than he already was but Ben needed to make sure that if (Y/n) were to be sick before he got back, she wouldn't choke. If she was on her back she would choke if she were sick but being on her side would let her airways stay open.

"Good lad, I'll be home in ten minutes so you just sit with your mum until I get there."

"Okay daddy."

Ben had never been more thankful that the club was close to home because if it was any further away and something happened now to (Y/n) or Billy then Ben might not get there in time. The keys in Ben's hands dug uncomfortably into his palm until he was sure that the jagged edge was cutting through the cracked skin but he didn't care. The pain kept his mind in focus and made him feel like he had control over something when everything else was out of his hands.

When Ben reached reception he turned to the desk on his left and placed his hands down on the counter. But the way his hands slammed down on the counter made an echo vibrate off the walls along with the smashing sound of the keys in his palm against the wood. Ben's expression was one that every worker knew meant to stay out of his path or do everything in their power to make things how he liked so he wouldn't unleash his wrath.

But James who was sat behind the counter didn't know what had happened to make Ben look so demanding yet fierce and he had no idea what he could do or was supposed to do in this situation.

"Get Joe on the phone, I want him here for the next three days while I'm gone and if you have any problems, you do not call me for anything you call him. The club closes at five every day until I'm back." Ben waited an extra second and stared into James' eyes to make sure the frightened worker understood exactly what he had been told before Ben turned and got his keycard from his pocket. He swiped it over the lock and left the club, slamming the door behind him.

Joe was always in charge like a manager at the club whenever Ben wasn't there and he had to be there now or else Ben would close the club. Ben had to go home to his family and he couldn't have anyone from the club ringing him with their petty stupid questions or saying something was wrong because his attention had to be on his family.

Nor did Ben want the club open late or any deals happening when he wasn't there to authorize it. The club had to operate as if it were a normal gym and boxing ring and nothing was to happen or go wrong whilst Ben couldn't be here to check on things.

The moment Ben barged through the front door it felt like he had been swamped in tension and a murky atmosphere. The tv in the living room wasn't even on and Ben hardly ever walked into his home in the afternoon and not hear either music playing from the tv or Billy's cartoons.

Ben headed up the stairs two at a time but before he even made it to the top he could hear Billy calling out for him.

"Daddy!" The relief was evident in Billy's eyes and more so in his voice when he heard Ben's feet crashing against the stairs making the floorboards creek. The moment Ben rounded the corner and came within sight Billy left the doorway to the bathroom and ran over until he was within reach of wrapping himself around Ben.

A shiver ran down to the base of Ben's spine when he felt Billy shaking against him the moment he picked his son up and held him to his chest.

"I'm here buddy, I'm here, are you okay?"

"Yeah, but mummy's starting to wake up now." Billy tucked his head into Ben's neck when he felt Ben starting to move down the hall to go to the bathroom. Ben had stuck to his word and had been ten minutes to get from the club back home but the time seemed to have stretched out and gone so slow for Billy. He kept moving (Y/n)'s hair from her face and rubbing her arm or her leg and he talked to try and prompt her to wake up which she had only just started to do.

"That's okay, now you stay out here or in your room while I go and check on her." Ben carded his fingers through Billy's matching blond hair and kissed his temple to try and calm him down before he set the five year old down outside the bathroom.

He could see it in Billy's eyes that he didn't want to let go of Ben but he also knew that Ben couldn't sit and hold him right now because he had to check on (Y/n) first and make sure she was okay. Billy clung to the doorframe and leaned his head cautiously around so that he could only just see into the bathroom. His eyes watched Ben closely as Ben headed into the room and knelt down on the tiled floor beside (Y/n).

"Fuck, baby..."

The moment Ben looked at (Y/n) he knew she wasn't well, all the colour had completely drained from her face leaving her looking ghostly and unwell. Her lips looked very cracked and pale and he could see the cold sweat on her skin. Moving his hand, Ben pressed his fingers firmly against (Y/n)'s neck and concentrated on counting the beats for a minute but her pulse seemed slower than what it should have been which made his own heartbeat increase.

Ben rubbed his thumb over (Y/n)'s neck when her head slowly moved and he leaned down to look at her better. He watched the way her eyes moved behind her eyelids which were trying desperately to open but she was finding it very hard.

A small scratchy mumble left (Y/n)'s lips but when her chapped lips parted something resembling a moan escaped them and the way her body ever so slowly coiled in on itself made Ben shiver.

(Y/n) had to of been unconscious for at least fifteen minutes but Ben was thankful she was starting to wake up now or it would have been a bad sign. But even though she was starting to wake up, Ben had no choice but to take her to hospital today instead of tomorrow or never. Ben wasn't happy, not in the slightest that his son had to ring him because (Y/n) was in such a state as this and he couldn't let her get any worse because her state was bad and it was frightening him.

"Buddy, go downstairs and put your shoes on cause we need to take your mum to see a doctor. Go on." Ben ticked his head to the side to encourage Billy to move when he simply stood and stared at Ben in fear before he scuttled off to go do as told.

Another murmuring noise left (Y/n)'s lips and when Ben looked down at her he watched how her eyes slowly started to open and become half-lidded but she didn't look like she could properly see. She looked too drowsy and confused to be able to even think straight, let alone comprehend anything.

"Baby, baby can you hear me?" Ben kept smoothing his thumb over (Y/n)'s cheek and the small noise he heard made him sure that she could hear him or at least partially understand what was happening around her.

Just as Ben was about to move (Y/n) into an upright position he shuffled to the side quickly when (Y/n) seemed to jolt and gag. He moved his hand to the back of her head and gently kept her head tipped forward, keeping the hair out of her face when her eyes closed and she threw up. Ben didn't like the fact that all (Y/n) could throw up was a tiny bit of water and bile but it was better in her state to throw that up than anything else since she was only partially awake.

"Baby I'm gonna sit you up now."

Ben slipped his arm under (Y/n)'s back and shoulders so that he could slowly ease her up until she was sitting upright and he waited a moment just to make sure she wasn't going to be sick again before daring to keep moving her. He moved her head so it was resting on his shoulder before he picked her up bridal style, waiting for another moment so she could adjust to the movement. But he could see that she was struggling with staying awake and moving her seemed to make her feel worse but it had to be done.

Heading out of the bathroom, Ben took it slow when going down the corridor and heading to the stairs.

Part of Ben hoped that (Y/n) would suddenly stir in his arms and wake and look and feel better. But the other part of him was thankful she was still partially unconscious because even though it wasn't a good sign, it meant that she wouldn't be awake feeling scared or concerned. It also meant she wouldn't be panicking about going to hospital because Ben had no choice, he had to take her now she was unwell and it was good that she didn't know or understand where she was going yet.

It felt weird for Ben to take each step slowly when he walked down the stairs with (Y/n) in his arms. He was used to carrying her up and down the stairs with her sitting on his hips and he never went this slow. But with (Y/n) being this ill and limp in his arms he had to take each step at a slow pace in case he stirred (Y/n) too much and made her feel worse.

When Ben got down the stairs he looked over at Billy and his lips pressed together as his jaw tightened when he locked eyes with his son. Billy had his hands clasped together in front of him and tears in his eyes when he looked at (Y/n). She was limp in Ben's arms even if her eyes were stirring and her head was trying to move against Ben's shoulder.

"I-is mummy okay?" Billy looked like he was shaking and all Ben wanted to do was take him in his arms and comfort him but he couldn't.

"She's sick buddy but I'm gonna make sure she's okay. I need you to open the door for me and lock it behind us so I can carry your mum, okay?"

Ben watched Billy pull open the front door and cling to it like it was his teddy but his eyes clung to Ben's frame as he made his way slowly out the door, his hands tightening and tightening around (Y/n) like he was afraid he was going to drop her. He waited and watched Billy lock the door before looking up at Ben with doe eyes that made Ben shiver.

"Put the key in my pocket buddy and grab the car keys for me, I need you to open the car door so I can sit your mum down in the car." Ben turned to the side to let Billy slip the keychain into his side pocket before taking the car keys from his jacket pocket and opening the car.

The five year old followed Ben to the passenger door and slowly pulled it open, watching as Ben squatted down and leaned his top half into the car, almost hitting his head on the roof. He settled (Y/n) down into the seat, leaning her head back against the headrest before he strapped the seatbelt around her.

His teeth punctured into his lower lip until it started to bleed when (Y/n)'s head flopped to the side and she started to gag again. Ben shifted round until he could kneel in the footwell and lean up, moving (Y/n)'s head so it was tipped forward but as he expected she wasn't sick. When Ben was sure (Y/n) wasn't going to be sick or gag or get any worse, Ben pulled back and stood to his feet but his heart broke when he looked at Billy who was now silently crying.

"No, no buddy don't cry she's just feeling sick. Come here, it's okay." Ben leaned down and scooped Billy up into his arms, hating the way that he could feel Billy's tears against his neck. "It's okay, she just needs to see the doctor so let's go take her, she'll be fine I promise."

Ben settled Billy into the car seat in the back and handed him the stuffed frog toy he had left in there earlier. Now Ben just had to get them to the hospital as quick as he had come home.

Having the radio on along the drive didn't do very much to calm Ben down and it didn't help (Y/n) who was stirring and starting to feel the effects of her ill health. But the songs seemed to do something to calm Billy down who sat cuddling his toy looking out the window with dried tears staining his cheeks. The moment they pulled up at A&E Ben knew it was going to be hard to get (Y/n) and Billy in there with so many people and doctors and nurses running about the place.

"Alright buddy," Ben turned round in his seat so he could look at Billy who had his toy smothering his mouth and nose making him look timid but rather sweet and almost lost. "I have to carry your mum cause she isn't well enough to walk in, so I need you to stay as close to me as you can. Hold my trouser leg or my pocket and don't let go or wander off, got it?"

He didn't want to be firm with Billy like he sometimes was but he had to make sure that Billy wouldn't wander or drift or walk too slow and lose Ben anywhere. He had to stay close and stay holding onto Ben.

Ben got Billy out the car first and settled him down next to the car before he opened (Y/n)'s door.

"Okay baby, let's get you out and to a doctor." There was a feeling of relief in Ben's chest when he looked over at (Y/n) and saw that her eyes were opening properly and she looked more awake than before. But the pain in her eyes and in her features made Ben angry, he was angry that he hadn't taken her to hospital before now. He was angry he wasn't home with her when she collapsed and that Billy had to witness what he had and be as afraid as he was. Ben was angry that he couldn't control the situation and that he could do very little to make her feel better and make everything okay.

Billy shut the door when Ben eased (Y/n) from the car and into his arms again and the moment Ben was stood upright he felt Billy's small hand slipping into his side pocket and clinging to him tightly so neither of them lost each other.

(Y/n)'s arms very loosely and slowly draped around Ben's neck and her head buried into his shoulder to smother a moan. All she felt was the world spinning around her and everything feeling like it was on fire yet becoming ice cold all at once. She felt that it would be preferable to be unconscious again rather than to be awake in pain and unease like this.

Ben didn't know where he was going when they headed into the reception area that was full of people needing attention. He could hardly take a seat and wait and he couldn't go to the desk and reel off what he needed to with (Y/n) in his arms and Billy clinging to his hip. But it seemed he didn't need to when a nurse came over to him instead, he guessed that a person wandering in with a limp body in their arms was a red flag in here. And Billy clinging to his hip looking frightened helped show that this was as much of an emergency as anything else.

"Can I help?"

"I need someone to help my wife, she's pregnant and she's collapsed, I think she's dehydrated she hasn't been eating or drinking anything. The midwife said she has hyperemesis Gravidarum." Ben had seen the name written on the prescriptions and medication bottles that it stuck in his head and he was sure he had said it right because the nurse seemed to understand when her eyes widened and she nodded.

"Follow me." The nurse leaned over to look at (Y/n) but one look and a quick check of her pulse was all she needed before she beckoned Ben to follow her down a long corridor.

He hoped he had gotten (Y/n) here in time before she took a turn for the worst.

[funkymbtifiction]

Hello, it is me again, the girl that can not figure out if she is an ESTJ, INFP, ENFP or ISTJ. Yes, coming to think of it, it was probably lazy of me to just say “Hey, here are these characters you have previously typed that behave and think just like me, so what is my type?” instead of actually explaining why do I identify with these functions. But I have to say you really made a point by referring to the lack of substantial, concrete information given to you by me and my habit of identifying with a lot of these characters as Fi traits, which is something I had not noticed before. Anyway, here it goes:

Si/Ne: I have always had a very unhealthy obsession with my past. I still have lots of things and toys from my childhood and, like what you pointed when you typed Blair, I am always watching the same movies that bring me a sense of comfort whenever I feel out of place. It is something paradoxal, but, even though sometimes I feel like longing for a big change in my life, I always feel very distressed when out of my routine. Whenever I am about to do something I have been wanting to do for a long time, like starting college and moving somewhere I have always dreamed of living, I get very anxious and hesitant for a moment, feeling a sudden urge to give up on everything and just stay where I feel comfortable, if the change is for good (usually, it is) and something, ironically, I have been vocal about wanting to do for a very, very long time. To illustrate it better, it reminds me of Rapunzel getting out of her tower: something she had spent her whole life desperately wanting to do, but she is suddenly afraid when the time comes for her to actually do it. About Ne, well, I consider myself a very excitable person with a lot of ideas all of the time. My best friend said days ago that my habit of easily taking life-changing decisions in a matter of seconds concerns her a lot. I have, from month to month, random, very specific obsessions, and I can get very passionate about the subject, but it just ends abruptly when, one day, I wake up no more interested in that and then, there I am, starting a new fascination.

Fi/Te: Like I said, even though the other two functions are great aspects of my personality, these ones are the most recognizable in my behavior. Bossing people around, not even thinking about harsh things I may be about to say, demanding from the others all the time and being, overall, very direct about what I want are things that come naturally to me. I am extremely pracical in my work and have clashed with other people because of this very method of just doing it instead of learning, learning, practising and pracitising before actually trying. Speaking of learning, I hate to do it in a subjective way when it comes to my work field. However, I am also extremely sentimental, to the point of not knowing if it is a sign of low or unhealthy Fi in action. I said I identify with Hermione Granger, for example, because outright insulting people and proceeding to go cry in the bathroom after hearing they say they don’t like me is totally something I can see myself doing. Nevertheless, ever since I was a child I have been living in my own world. I have my own pre-set expectations towards life that, according to some (well, actually, all the people I know) are ridiculously high and, for me, it is all a matter of all or nothing. Another personality trait, which I attribute to Fi, is being able to always have a clear, objective opinion over anything and anyone. I always know what I want and what I don’t want, what I like and what I don’t like, who I think is worth my time and who is not, and people are always commenting on that, because it can make me sound very blunt most of the time. Marianne Dashwood reminds me a lot of myself in that aspect (and so does your amazing typing of her), as much as Sarah from Labyrinth does. Mary Lennox would be more like the type of Fi-dom that comes across as very Te-ish, another reason for my identification with her.

Regarding my enneagram, yes, that is me, you got it totally right in your description of the 468 type, which makes me think even more that, contrary to what I used to think, I am actually a 4w3 and not a 3w4, even though the 3 wing is strong in me, making my behaviour seem very 3-ish (which, according to Beatrice Chestnut, is also due to the Sexual Four subtype), as “faking being more of a hard-ass than she is” basically describes my behavior. All of that makes me wonder: is it possible for someone to switch enneagram type and wing over the time? I could swear I am a 4w3 right now, in this very moment, and have been prior in my life, but I can also swear I used to be a 3w4 from high school until a year ago. It feels like I have neglected the 4 aspect of my personality for a long time, instead putting all of my effort into my social persona during high school and, in college, my schoolwork and internship. I wanted to have this “mean girl” image in high school, so I just did. It felt boring when it felt I had made it, so, when I went to college, I wanted to be the best academic and most ambitious professional in my work field. I came to the point of considering myself a workaholic and have had a very unhealthy mindset during all of that time, but since last year, I just said a big “fuck it” and started to develop my 4 side, to the point of coming go believe I had been much more of a 4 all along, desperately trying to sustain an image that, once I managed to finally feel I had, did not satisfy me at all. Could it be, instead, my 3 disintegrating into 9?

Thanks for everything.

Generally when someone has a large push-pull / over-reliance and confidence in two functions working well together, it’s in the middle of their stack. What you describe sounds like inferior Si – you have reduced Si down to “sentiment,” which is more an NP thing than an SJ thing. With an SJ, Si is what they live every day and breathe: the factual details of the outer world, being present and active in it, learning and growing at a steady rate as they absorb and file away new information, often becoming experts in a chosen field of personal interest. Not wanting to let go of childhood, clinging to the past, dreaming and then becoming anxious about abandoning “what you know” as soon as it’s about to become REAL is far more Ne/Si than Si/Ne. NPs tend to live in fantasies, chase after dreams, and then freak out sometimes when they realize it means… abandoning every single familiar, sensory thing they have ever known or experienced. They throw themselves, either mentally or physically, headlong into things only to realize they bit off more than they can chew and retreat, abandon the project, or chase after something new and exciting.

Your “just do it, let’s not learn it or practice it” it is a very NP way of doing – just throw yourself into it and figure it out as you go (Ne/Te). SJs are more practical, detailed, and hands on in the learning process, and usually want a clear agenda before they start important things.

Enneagram wise… I don’t know. Nothing you said about 4 shows me that you understand on a deep “UGH… why am I like this???” dumpster fire of being a 4. If you tried on identities in high school only to discard them, and focused on high levels of achievement instead of allowing crippling self-doubt, having to wait to be “in the right mood” to finish things, overreacting to perceived slights, and adopting an anti-society stance of “NOTHING IS ME IN THIS ROOM” etc., that’s malleable behaviors – so 3, 6, or 9. Over-working and then relaxing as you get older could be 6′s line to 3 and to 9 respectively. (Why are you not a counter-phobic core 6? Faking being a bad-ass is pure 6. 4s don’t fake anything except their entire identity, in the form of militant constant “That’s not me” adherence. They are pathologically afraid that they might be normal, ergo their problems are solvable and therefore their ego fears of separation are... fake. And you don’t have to convince me – you have to face yourself.)

You seem more focused on the sx4 description than on Nanjarano’s entire description in which he bluntly and brutally lays out the self-destructive nature of the 4 and outlines all their problems in-depth. Read it again. If it’s “not you” it won’t feel torturous. If it is you, you just might burst into tears, or get furious, because of how true it is. (One 468 I know who read his 4 said she wanted to punch him in the %$^# face – a total overreaction… just like a 468 would have to having to confront all the crap they do, but don’t want to admit to doing.)

Enneagram isn’t there to make us feel good about ourselves. It’s there to show us the box we climb into and lock ourselves into it by closing the lid. It’s there to show us our brand of dumpster fire and give us the keys to freedom by forcing us to look the hideous truth of ourselves in the face and then choose not to fall into auto-pilot. Until you feel like you’ve been punched in the face repeatedly by an Enneagram description, you either are in denial about your type (as one of the more positive types who “whitewashes over all the bad stuff about me” like 9, 7, or 3) or you’re focusing on the wrong one subconsciously to avoid the EWW NO OH MY GOD WHY of the real one.

One 9w8 I know said she loathes the 9 descriptions because of what “doormats they make 9s out to be.” She refused to consider herself a 9 for several weeks until she caught herself merging with other people – and then she felt a wash of disgust and shame at having found her true type. She has told me a few times that her 8 wing despises her 9 core. It’s true we often prefer to focus on and think about our wing than our core, because the wing is far less painful. It’s like squinting at your reflection instead of having your eyeballs bleed. ;)

- ENFP Mod

[hyukja3bbie]

Super Junior 14th member

INFORMATION

Name: Park Chae-Won (박채원)

Stage name: Chae

Birthday: December 31, 1986

Birthplace: Jeollanam, Mokpo

Nationality: Korean

Height: 165 cm / 5'5

Weight: 49 kg / 108 lbs

Blood type: AB-

Position: Main dancer, lead rapper, vocalist, main chaosmaker and moodmaker

Sub-units: Super Junior-T, Super Junior-C. H. L (Leeteuk, Chae and Heechul) (stands for Di-Verse)

faceclaim: Taeyeon, Sooyoung, Nana and random ulzzangs

voiceclaim (singing voice): Ailee, Taeyeon

voiceclaim (speaking voice): Choi Sooyoung

FACTS ABOUT CHAE

She was born just a second away from january 1, 1987. There were a number of confusions during her trainee days because she was registered in 1989. 

Her biological parents are Min Sun-ah and Park Seong-hun. Her mother is a neurosurgeon while Her father was a choreographer and stage director. Both of them were skilled and known dancers in Korea.

When she turned 2, her parents divorced each other because her father cheated on her mother.

Chae fell in love with dancing and skateboarding ever since she was 2 years old.

Her mother, Sun-ah, had gotten a new boyfriend namely Boo Yong-su who was also a dancer and choreographer.

Chae’s had a talkbalk and rebellious attitude even when she was young.

Chae went to the same school as her bandmate Donghae. She’s also very close to his family. She would’ve had been in 13 fights if it weren’t for Donghae. She only got into 9 fights.

None were caused by her, it was because of bullies.

While working, she was scouted 4 times, 1 by YG Ent. then 3 times by two scouting agents from SM Ent. and finally Lee Soo Man (LSM) himself came to scout her. She finally accepted Lee Soo Man’s offer.

Chae eventually had to leave school in 2000 and had to continue her school in 2004

Her life as a trainee, she was given a tougher and longer training compared to others because LSM wanted her to be the best and because she had a lot better foundation in dancing and rapping as well as singing.

Chae got into SM Ent. in May 1998. Her first stats when she got in was dancing - 6, singing - 5, rapping - 6, acting - 2 (1= lowest, 6= expert) making her the only sm trainee ever to get these stats.

Chae has 1 younger brother, Park Changmin.

She took care of them as much as she could as her father died of cancer in 2000.

Enough about her childhood, its time for random facts

Chae is considered as the BEST dancer in the Korean Industry and is known worldwide as a world-class dancer. She is able to cater to majority of the dance styles and genres with ease.

She also has major skills in freestyling, choreographing and battle dancing

She has helped written and produce majority — if not all of super junior’s songs, even sub-unit songs and songs for other groups. She writes and produces all of her songs in her solo albums and produces / writes songs for other groups

Chae is the korean artist with the most written or produced songs with 278 songs

She had debuted in 2000 in a hiphop group Honey Family with Miryo of BEG when she was recruited underground with the stage name TROUBLE.

TROUBLE also is the name she uses in producing and underground thing.

She also debuted with Heechul and Leeteuk in a group called DI-VERSE that surprisingly went well in 2003.

Chae is very very blunt and straightforward. She is a diva. She’s sarcastic and fearless — really. She’s not scared of anything or anyone.

Chae is a dork. And an incredibly funny dork. She is known for her extreme adlibs in songs and in variety shows.

Is known as the most rebellious and troublemaker artist in Korea.

Though not a bad thing, she has never smoked, been in a scandal or have been caught with a problematic behavior from the start of her career till now.

When she was a trainee, a trainer told her to keep her long hair and to keep it black but she cut it short the next day and dyed it blonde. She got yelled to lose more weight. the next time they met, she gained 5 kg and got yelled at by them. SM told her to give write an apology but instead she laughed and wrote a song on the paper instead.

She doesn’t wear make up most of the time and if not needed. Her bare face is also praised all the time because of how perfect her skin is.

Can play 6 instruments. Drums and Guitar as her favorite.

Chae is a boss in drinking, she never gets drunk and can drink for two days straight.

She has an extreme allergy to nuts and cucumber. Even if she eats just a small bit of it, her throat swells up snd she gets difficulty in breathing.

Chae is an advocate and an ambassador for anti-bullying, equality and animal and child welfare.

She is one of the richest musicians in the world and is the richest in Korea with a net worth of $350 million.

Is called “sleep switch” because of how fast she can fall asleep whenever and wherever. But she is hard to wake up in the morning.

She hates aegyo.

Chae can NOT cook. Please don’t let her cook.

She is voted as the scariest member but also the member with the most patience.

On May of 2011 she was appointed as the creative director of sm, as she is one of the stockholders, giving her the task to be the one to console artists about their problems.

She has a lot of friends in boygroups and girlgroups.

Chae is the only member even pre-debut to bug Heechul and Leeteuk even if they’re in a bad mood

Chae used to live in the 12th floor with Heechul, Hangeng, Kangin, Leeteuk and was Heechul’s roommate. They did sleep on one bed.

Heechul and Leeteuk stated that they will both protect Chae with their entire life and that she’s the most important person in their life.

Chae is the CEO of Label SJ but she only gets creative power. 

Is the best at business, contracts, laws and negotiating. Chae negotiated with SM Entertainment in 2010 to change their contract about the profit distributions, issues about the group and more freedom in music. after a few battles, SM Entertainment agreed and their profit distributions became a lot bigger than before.

She has an IQ of 169 and is fluent in 5 languages, korean, english, japanese, chinese and mandarin

She is extremely bad at math and studying

Chae once got into a rumor of her being bi / lesbian in 2008 with numerous female idols.

she was involved in a fatal car crash along with kyuhyun, leeteuk, shindong, eunhyuk and their managers. she suffered critical blood loss and several broken ribs and other serious injuries.

Chae curses the most.

She is the God of flirting. She flirts with anyone.

She is also nicknamed “stone” because of how hard she is to fluster especially during shows and also just because of her stone bitch face that she shows during boring times.

Chae is very picky with men when it comes to age, she doesn’t like —slash does NOT date younger men except for lee seunggi and another guy.

Is well-known for being friends with a lot of people or literally anyone. She is the absolute person you don’t want to mess with because she knows everybody’s secret.

She knows all of the suju members’ secrets.

Despite knowing all of her members’ secrets, she had a hard time in telling people of her problems and feelings. Most of the time she keeps to herself where her depression becomes worse.

Chae has had depression and anxiety ever since she was young. Sometimes it became very serious but sometimes she overcame it.

Her depression reached its peak during 2011 to the point that during a performance for her fanmeeting, she slowly attempted to jump off a platform that held her high above the stage. Thankfully she stopped herself by gripping the handpost.

She is the strongest pillar of super junior despite her anxiety.

In 2008, a group of people started an organization to make her leave the group and give her a lot of hate. With the name Only Male. Her supporters were already big at that time so they sued the organization and got them to leave Chae alone.

During Eunhyuk’s scandal with IU in 2012, she protected Eunhyuk against very malicious comments.

She even let the management reveal her and Lee Seunggi’s dating news just so Eunhyuk won’t get the hate. And it came out badly. Chae got all of the hate especially for being together with the nation’s younger brother who had a very innocent image in contrast to her rebellious and sexy image.

Though Chae didn’t care. She was glad Eunhyuk didn’t get hate about it as more.

In an episode of Exploration of the human body, Chae was tasked to get the tears of each of her groupmates. (that was when they still promoted with hangeng, 2008) Surprisingly with the hidden camera prank her and her manager did the members all cried quickly without knowing about the prank.

Chae developed problem where she doesn’t cry. She gets scared to cry because of her trauma with her step-father. From the past year of Super Junior, Chae had only cried once and thats only 3 tears during the funeral of leeteuk’s grandparents.

Her close friends outside SJ and outside SM are: G-Dragon, TOP, Jessi, Lee Hyori, Rain, the whole njttw cast and Dara

Chae is incredibly blunt, she is much more straightforward, blunt and savage than Kim Heechul or any Korean idol / artist at that fact

Chae has a lot of tattoos.

She also has a high pain tolerance.

She is also known as the Queen of KPoP and Hallyu wave.

Her favorite food is spicy food, rice cakes and chicken.

[stoopsbookstore]

Kinktober Day 5 (10/05/2019)

Kink - Mechanophilia (Sexual arousal caused by machines), Bonus light impregnation kink

"I don't think we should take the contact."

The 10 guys of NCT Chop shop were in a sticky situation. An offical letter from SJ industries offered the boys 1,000 dollars each if they allowed the company to take over their workshop, the one place that they've felt free enough to be themselves and work on their projects.

"Where would we go?" Taeil asked the group, all with unsure grimaces on their faces.

"With 10,000 grand, we should be able to find a cheap enough place that we can work from, possibly in a better neighborhood and that could mean more rich clientele," Jungwoo spoke up, looking the letter over.

"We should at least try to talk them up to two grand a piece," Doyoung took the letter from the younger boy, reading one sentence out loud, "right here, it says 'We will stop by tomorrow,' meaning today, 'to talk about any problems and possible solutions.' We could talk to them then."

"But we still need to come to a consensus, take the money or not?" Taeyong, their democratically appointed leader, looked at the 9 other members, "all for one and one for all, remember?"

A knock at the large door shocked the boys, Yuta going over to open it, 3 tall men and a girl around their age on the other side.

"Hello," a man in a gray suit with the nametag 'Leeteuk' looked the group up and down, "you must be the gentlemen who work here. Is there a manager?"

"I guess that would be me?" Taeyong walked towards him, sticking his hand out, "I'm Taeyong, pleasure to meet you, sir."

"Likewise," Leeteuk shook Taeyong's hand, wiping his hand on his pants as Taeyong gestured the others to come inside, "this is Shindong and Heechul, and my secretary, Y/N."

The group bowed, Y/N keeping her eye on the tall boy whose coveralls were embroidered with "Johnny" in red thread on the left side of his chest.

"Now," Leeteuk threw his suitcase at Y/N, the girl catching and holding it to her side, "I assume you boys are willing to take the offer? I mean, judging on how this place works, you could use the money."

"Wel-"

Taeil was cut off by Leeteuk, "Don't tell me you're thinking about not taking the offern? 10,000 for you must be a lot."

"It is," Taeyong hid the disgust on his face for the cocky male, "but this is also our home, we've been here for years, some of us have even stayed here when we had nowhere else to go. One grand a piece isn't enough to make us part with this place."

"How about we talk about this?" Leeteuk threw his hands in a smug manner, "Shindong, Heechul, go with the others while I talk to Mr. Taeyong."

"What do yo-"

"Oh, that's right, Y/N is here too," Leeteuk looked at the group, "Lanky boy, what's your name?"

"I can tell you it's not Lanky Boy," Johnny looked up, displaying his name on his clothes, "I assume you can read, seeing as you are a huge CEO?"

Y/N and Johnny's nine friends started laughing, Leeteuk whipping his head around to give an annoyed stare at his secretary, the girl immediately halting all actions and staring at the floor. Leeteuk threw his hand over the shoulder of Taeyong as the tourgroups began to break off, Johnny and Y/N shaking each other's hands.

"Taeyong my boy, let's go talk," Leeteuk practically dragged Taeyong away from his friends, the leader looking at the other mechanics with a concerned look on his face.

"Is he always like that?" Johnny asked Y/N, the boy picking up a rag and wiping some grease off his face.

"Do you always keep those googles on?" Johnny touched his face at Y/N's comment, playfully rolling his eyes.

"They're stylish, but back to that Lettuce dude."

"It's Leeteuk and You'd be surprised how kind he can actually be when he's not talking about business," Y/N scoffed, looking around the huge area, machines, wood and metal decorating the space.

"Ah," a simple word out of Johnny's mouth as he notices Y/N's interest, "would you like to take a look around? None of the tools are plugged in, so no Final Destination deaths here."

Y/N awkwardly chuckled at the sight of the handsome boy, "umm, yeah, sure."

"We call this Ellie," Johnny pointed to a big machine, picking up a giant tube, "she helps us clean up faster, sucking up all the dust and dirt."

Y/N smiled and nodded along, watching Johnny excitedly go from machine to machine.

"Here we have a wood splitter, nothing fancy, just sort of does what its name says it does," Johnny gestured to a small room inside the workspace, "we call this the tool prison, drills, hammers, nails, screws, you name it, it's in there."

Johnny pulled out a chainsaw, pretending to rev it up as Y/N jumped back, still quiet so she won't interrupt Johnny's excitement.

"I call this Betsy, she's been my tool since day 1," Johnny showed Y/N the carved out name in the side of his chainsaw, "she's a bit old, but still works."

"How did you get into mechanics and tools?" Y/N walked over to a table, a nailgun, a drill and some screws scattered on the top.

"They're sexy," a laugh from Y/N causing Johnny to make fingers gun, "but seriously, Taeyong and Taeil needed someone else to help them with their projects and I was in the same woodshop class with them a few years ago."

Y/N walked around, exploring the shop, "do you want to continue giving me the tour?"

"Sure, why not? This is a table saw, one of my friends actually almost got injured real bad by this one," Johnny started fucking with the machine, spinning the sawblade as Y/N visibly freaked out while Johnny played with the sharp tool, "she was using this tool for a show that her class was putting on, one of the triangles she was cutting had a nail or staple in it and it shut out, narrowly missing her."

"Ohmygod, is she okay?" Y/N cringed at the story, Johnny putting the safety cover back on the machine, smirking at Y/N.

"Yeah, she's fine," Johnny put his arm up, hand hidden in his sleeve, spooking Y/N, "she just has to live with one hand!"

Y/N gently smiled, continuing to look around as Johnny watches her walk around, noticing her skirt keeps raising up, the girl having to pull it down every few steps.

"Why do you work for that Leek Dance dude?" Johnny sat next to the table saw, keeping his eyes on Y/N, "like he's such a douche."

"He's my stepbrother's friend," Y/N walked over to Johnny, "the one with the pinkish hair? Heechul? He's my stepbrother and one of Leeteuk's best friends. Leeteuk offered him a job and said he would only take it if I could have an internship."

Johnny nods, swinging his legs, "an internship? That's it? Do you get paid?"

"Yeah," Y/N shrugs, standing a few feet in front of Johnny, "but it goes to Heechul for the most part. Leeteuk says 'it's for the best until Y/N can learn to control her money,' even though, you know, I'm able to do so."

As Johnny started to speak, Y/N cut him off.

"You asked me a question, I get one."

"Ok, alright. What do you want to know?"

"What's your favorite machine?"

"Does Betsy count," Johnny jumped down from the table, his googles now around his neck, Y/N shaking her head, "alright. I guess it'll have to be the table saw, come here and I'll show you a better view."

Y/N walked over to the table saw, Johnny caging her in as he showed her the unplugged cable.

"Just so no one gets their face mauled, you make sure this is never in the wall unless there is a piece of wood under it," Johnny lays the cord next to the saw, gently grabbing Y/N's hand and placing it on one of the handles and placing the other on a button, "this right here is to move it left and right. Go ahead, push the button and try it."

Y/N pressed the orange button, maneuvering the power tool, Johnny placing his hand on top of hers as he lifted up the safety cover.

"Remember, it's unplugged, so it's not going to hurt you," Johnny repositioned himself in a more comfortable position, his chest flushed to Y/N's back, the secretary feeling her body heating up at the mechanic's proximity.

Johnny watched Y/N's hands roam over the machinery, her nails tracing each curve, Johnny feeling his pants tighten as he imagines her hands on his body, tugging at his hair and pulling on hi-

"Umm," Y/N turned around, looking down at Johnny's bulge that became prominent, Johnny stammering, "I guess you were right about machines being sexy."

Johnny barely opened his mouth, Y/N using his own words against him, the pair moving impossibly close to each other as they begun to heavily make out. Y/N took off her coat, throwing it to the side, and Johnny throwing the googles around his neck along with it.

Johnny helped the girl on the metal table, the table saw right next to her, pulling her shirt above her breasts as he immediately begun to suck on one of her nipples. Y/N's hands found their way to Johnny's hair, running them through his greasy, but soft locks.

Pulling away, Johnny unzipped his coverall, pulling his cock out his boxers, bringing Y/N in for a kiss, teasing her by rubbing his cock up and down along her covered core.

"Would you like prot-"

"I'm on birth control, just fuck me," Y/N shimmied her skirt further up, the fabric looking more like a belt, allowing her to spread her legs more, a wet spot growing in the middle of her underwear.

Johnny leaned down to kiss up Y/N's body before pulling her panties to the side, guiding his cock, pushing into Y/N. His hands immediately went up Y/N's body to play with her nipples, Johnny nuzzling into Y/N's neck.

"I'm gonna fill you up with my cum," Johnny nipped Y/N's neck, thrusting into her as she held a hand over her mouth, not wanting to be caught, "barely know you, but I'm gonna make you mine."

Y/N moved her arm to lean herself up, accidentally knocking a belt sander to the floor.

"Thing was a piece of shit anyway," Johnny helped her, holding her close to his chest, Y/N scratching down his back, "next time I see you, maybe I can eat you out in the tool closet, fuck you up the ass on the wood splitter, would you like that?"

"Yes, Johnny," Y/N moaned out the mechanic's name, her forehead slick against his chest, his pounding into her not stopping, "fuck me all over the place."

"Have you sit on the table while that shitty belt sander vibrates the whole table," Johnny nipped on Y/N's ear, bucking his hips at an angle that made Y/N's high start to creep up, "maybe do it in front of your boss, piss him off."

Y/N whimpered in Johnny's arms, the feeling in her gut twisting as he continued to whisper the dirtiest things she's heard.

Y/N hadn't noticed she came until Johnny pulled her even closer.

"Good girl," Johnny looked at her, his forehead sweaty and his eyes half opened, "now you're gonna be even better and take my cum."

Johnny thrusted a few more times, Y/N sensitive in his arms, his cum seeping out of his sudden lover. He stayed in her, grabbing a cloth from his back pocket and wiping her forehead. A moment passed before Y/N broke the tension, Johnny's hand caressing her back.

"Normally, you're supposed to turn machines on, not the other way around." Johnny laughed, pulling out of Y/N and pulling down her panties, putting them in his pocket as he fixed her skirt.

"You want these back? Make a date with me," Johnny smiled as Y/N nodded, hopping off the table just as the group came back.

"So, we have a deal, Mr. Leeteuk?" Taeyong smiled triumphantly while Leeteuk shook his hand, "2 grand a piece, we keep this area and teach a class every week?"

"Yes," Leeteuk grimaced, staring at Y/N in Johnny's arms, her legs wobbling a bit, "what's wrong with you?"

"She tripped," Johnny held onto Y/N's waist, "she accidentally tripped over the belt sander that Haechan left out."

Haechan looked down at his feet, Leeteuk looking for any sign of something in her eyes. When he couldn't find any, he straightened his suit jacket.

"Ok, it was a pleasure to meet you gentlemen, this is going to be a fine partnership."

Handshakes were had all around, Johnny walking up to Y/N, taking his phone out and handing it to her. Y/N typed in her phone number, texting her number so she could have Johnny's. Leeteuk called after Y/N, the girl walking as poised as she could. After the gate closed, Johnny's phone vibrated, the text bringing a big smile on his face.

That wood splitter idea sounds fun ;)

[serafinmosqueda]

NAME: SERAFIN JOSEPH MOSQUEDA

NICKNAMES: SJ, Raf

AGE: 34

PRONOUNS: He/Him

OCCUPATION: Carpenter/Shotcaller for the Street Level of Valencia

HEIGHT: 6′

BIRTHDAY: June 13th, 1986

ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral

MBTI: ENTJ

Preface: This is the shittiest intro I’ve ever written, I did it at 5am and one eye swollen closed but i want him in the game sO.

Drop a like if you wanna plot with Serafin and I’ll come yell at you.

TW: DEATH, DRUGS, ABANDONMENT

His mom is pretty deeply ingrained in Valencia so being apart of it was kind of just a natural step.  

His dad was also apart of Valencia (his mom only became a part of it after his fathers death) but he died during a gun run out of state that went sour when SJ was 14.  

His mom is a VERY stereotypical over involved hispanic mom, and dad is similarly stereotypical in that he worked hard but SJ doesn't really have any memories of him.  

SJ works extremely hard and made his way up the Valencia ladder into the position he's in now (shotcaller of the street level sector) when he was 27. 

Until he was about 28 he was ONLY all about one night stands, particularly with girls who loved his status toward the end there.  

SJ fell into a relationship with a really fucking wild girl at that point, and she really put him through the ringer with her addiction to cocaine/speed.

She partied constantly and gaslit the FUCK out of him all the damn time (starting arguments over shit that didn't actually happen, like a tone in his voice or wtf ever). 

 She found out she was pregnant in less than a year and stopped doing drugs for the duration of the pregnancy but started up again pretty much immediately after.  

She left them when the baby was 3 months old and he's been raising his daughter (Haven) by himself (with mom's help) ever since.

About 3.5 years ago Valencia ended up in a tight spot with the police because a new member didn't properly clean a crime scene before the cops got to it and some evidence was collected that could have directly led to Valencia. 

SJ used his street connections (and blackmail LOL) to basically force a cop into removing that evidence from custody and giving it to him.  

They caught that cop on tape, fired him, and in his last statement as a cop that cop told his superiors who he took the evidence for. 

They got a warrant for SJ's home/car and found the evidence in his car. 

 SJ went to prison for 2.5 years and Haven was left to live with her grandma for that period of time. 

Since his ex left he's been hyper focused on his position with Valencia so he hasn't really dated much.  

oh im sure this sounds totally random but his side job is as a carpenter??? he makes custom furniture

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Smarter Than You

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x Reader // Words: 1587 // Ao3 Link

You heard him come in last night. He thudded around and hit the wall once. You also heard him moan in pain. You knew it was pain too. He hadn’t had a girlfriend in years. No woman could stand him for longer than five minutes.

Except you.

You lived among other college students in a mishmash house where the rent was spilt evenly among everyone. Your best friend, Jeyne Poole, called it the ‘Snow Lodge’ because everyone who lived there was from the North. You had seven other roommates including Jeyne, but the one you were interested in the most was the one who seemed to be there the least.

Ramsay Bolton was a bastard in every sense of the term. He was rude to most people except whenever it benefitted him to be nice. His father and his mother never married. Mostly, he was one to show up to a party already drunk with a zippo lighter in hand.

While your roommates brushed him off, you couldn’t help but notice things about him. How he always paid rent on time and always had money despite him only having one part-time job. No one knew what his major was because no one shared classes with him. He always came in in the wee hours of the morning, moaning in pain.

He was hiding something.

This was the 3rd time this week he stumbled in at 4am. You kept count. Your shared bedroom was closest to the front door. You heard everyone stumble in.

“What are you doing?” you said to yourself. You had hints here and there. Christmas came and went, and Ramsay stayed here. Either he wasn’t welcome home for the holidays or he chose not to go. He had a terrible relationship with his family. Mother? No. Father who was a corporate man with high expectations? Yes.

He owned an absurd amount of violent video games. You weren’t sure if he was good at any of them, but it didn’t feed the anger inside of him. Your favorite tic about him was how he spoke to you.

“Excuse me.”

“Did you need this?”

“No. I don’t remember.”

Mundane sentences, but all of said in a soft voice. He never yelled at you. Never cursed at you or shown you aggression in any way. Why? Why of all people in the Snow Lodge? Why be soft to you?

It kept your mind racing during class all day. Your eyes looked at your phone. 3:30pm. Ramsay usually leaves for his job an hour from now. If you rushed home, you could get a small window of him. When you rushed home, you found him leaving early. He closed the backyard gate and walked down the alley.

Shit.

Wait.

You had an idea. It was a stupid idea. You started to follow him to work. You were a quiet thing. You rarely or made much fuss, you could wing this one thing. Ramsay walked into downtown where noise took over. Your cover was as good as yours. If you kept a certain distance behind him, he won’t notice you.

At least that’s what you thought.

You followed Ramsay onto Lucky 6 Street. Six bars were all next to each other on one convenient side. As far as you knew, Ramsay worked as a bartender in one of them. He swerved into an alleyway and you quickly sped up your pace. When you turned into the same alleyway, a pair of hands caught you and placed you against the wall.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ramsay asked you. You let out short breaths in his face. Ramsay snapped his fingers in your face. “Hello? Y/N. What are you doing?”

“I followed you.”

“I know. I can see that.”

“You knew?”

“Next time you’re following someone, maybe don’t wear you yellow sweater with our school logo on it,” Ramsay pointed to your sweater. “Wear darker colors so I won’t see you next time. I’ve been more than fair. What the fuck are you doing?”

You bit your lip. Your itching, psych major, troll brain open your mouth for you.

“You’re weird. More weird than usual. No one sees you in classes anymore. You don’t leave the house on vacations which makes me think your dad has stopped paying for you to go to school and you’re left on your own. Is that why you’re so angry? No. That’s not it. You haven’t been fired from your job. It takes a pretty level-headed person to be a bartender. You’re taking your anger out in other ways. But how? You come home every other night in pain. You owe someone. No, this is deeper. Something you’re invested in. You’re part of a gang. In exchange for your position, they’re helping you stay afloat.”

Ramsay started laughing. His chuckle echoed between the brick walls of the old, prohibition-aged buildings. It sounded genuine as if he hadn’t had a good laughter in months. His chest rose and fell quickly. Your heart skipped.

Ramsay’s laughter faded as his arm rested above you, making you feel smaller and smaller as his physical being took up your personal space.

“You’re smart. I’ll give you that,” Ramsay started. “You’re from a quiet, northern town where everyone’s business is your business. I know that because your nose is everywhere in our house. You listen to who’s hooking up with who, who came home last night, who didn’t. You’re a gossip because your own life is boring, right? Two married parents in the suburbs wasn’t exciting enough. So, you followed me, the grumpiest, meanest person you could find, and for what? So you can prove to yourself that you’re capable of danger?”

Ramsay tucked a wisp of hair behind your ear.

“You have no clue. Go home, sweetheart,” Ramsay backed away, but you grabbed his arm first. He winced and glared.

“No,” you told him. “I don’t need your permission to be here. I can handle myself.”

“I told you. You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

“And I’m telling you I’m smarter than you think.”

Ramsay laughed again. “You think you’re smarter than me?”

“I know I’m smarter than you,” you smiled. You had better grades than he did. You studied harder. You were on a faster track to graduate earlier than most. Ramsay put one hand on each side of your head. You couldn’t escape him easily this time around. His attention zeroed in on you.

“If you really think you’re smarter than me, prove it.”

You heard the wind whip through downtown and it lifted your hair. The silence became louder than the noise of the city. It was almost too much to bear. Ramsay’s face closed in on yours. His neutral face and continued silence made your skin itch with something malicious. You heard his sneakers move closer to your being.

His index finger traced your jaw and stopped at your chin. He tilted it towards him. The whites of his eyes became too much. You found yourself losing all sense of self in his blue pupils. Swimming in a sea where monsters hid just below the surface. Still, you would tell people that it was you. You kissed him first. You grabbed him down there first. Ramsay didn’t hypnotize or persuade you. You chose him.

His hands slipped under your shirt and pulled at your wait, bringing you just behind a dumpster in the alley. Your mouth got your fill of his own. He filled your mouth with his tongue over and over again, hoping to dig deeper into you. His hand fondled your chest. He knead it in circular motions.

Your hand went in his pants.

“Oh, eager girl,” Ramsay said. “How long have you wanted me, huh? Months?”

With his member in your hand, you pleasured him. You could see his exposed skin and the veins popping out on his member. He was getting hard fast.

“How long have you wanted me?” you asked.

“Mmm, cheeky. Careful now, I wouldn’t be so cocky.” Ramsay stopped you and turned you around. He dragged down your pants and lined himself up with you. “I knew you hid your pretty little ass with all of those baggy clothes of yours. C’mere.”

Ramsay penetrated you and it felt rough. You weren’t wet all the way, but it didn’t matter. He was already inside of you. His hands kept a good grip as he fucked you from behind. He grabbed onto your sweater after a few moments, and you understood why. The collar pulled at your neck when he pulled, choking you.

Your breath grew shorter and shorter as his dick grew harder and harder inside. He filled you with it. Ramsay pulled your hair up. Leaving you in an awkward position in front of the dumpster. You heard the people crossing the alleyway, but no one came closer.

“Do you want them to see you like this? Is that the kind of danger you want, huh?” Ramsay smiled in your ear. He kept fucking you until you felt him pull out suddenly. His seed split on the wet, dirty ground. You started to fix yourself up until Ramsay brought you close to him.

“Fight club,” he said. “I’m not part of a gang or a mob. I fight in an illegal fight club. They pay me a lot to beat the shit out of anyone they put in front of me.”

“Oh,” you reacted. “So—

“Careful,” Ramsay interrupted. “I like you. Don’t push me further.”

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parenting | sj

↳ genre fluff, domestic au, dad-to-be seokjin

↳ words 3.6k

↳ summary Duties of a wife, duties of a husband. The millennial are not only the most intelligent generation, their sense of independence  intrude the traditional rules of union, family and parenthood. With the pinning occupation and demands from the baby-boomer generation, can you and husband, pull through?

↳ warning that side of adulthood, mentions of abortion, construed perception of marriage and having kids, seokjin as a husband, yup that’s it

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↳ song natalie taylor ‘surrender’

It begins to drizzle. You watched the raindrops starting to taint the otherwise clear window of the train you frequently took to go home. He was right, you smiled. Maybe you should have listened. You already know he would start nagging the moment you step out of the train and the thought was not as repulsive as you thought it would be.

A toy car came and stopped it’s quest on your shoes. Squatting, you pick them up, wondering who it might belong to. There he was, peering from behind his mother, thick lashes, fair skinned and hazel brown eyes as the orange light from the descending sun hits. The mechanic creaking from the trains rusting parts seemed to dim down at the sight of this child, barely four, you estimated. At his eye level, you pitch a big welcoming smile to gently say, “Is this yours?”

He nuzzled his forehead at his mother’s wrist, looking up at her, asking for permission if he could speak to you, or respond in any way. His mother twitches her wrist a little to tell him that it’s okay and he can answer, with a small nod and smiling down at him from her eyes. He nodded slowly, no smile, no eye contact-- he was shy. His cheeks turned bright red from having to speak to a complete stranger in a train he took with his mother to recover his toy car.

“Go get it then, and thank the kind lady,” his mother reminded him. Stern and soft at the same time, nurturing. His voice was very audible but his sincerity was loud. He didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean the toys to slip out of his hands. Such a lovely boy. It was a short touch. Barely a second long. But it felt natural. It felt…. Nice.

Rain pattering against the shield of the umbrella. Steps avoiding the puddle in the poorly managed road on this particular side of the city, he huffs in complete dissatisfaction. Somewhere along the platform, waiting for his wife in a padded coat and reddening nose was Kim Seokjin. Puffs of warm air escape his mouth as he shivers in place to fight the cold unforgiving weather. He protruded his lips, eyes scanning around the platform until he found an indicator, a time frame where the train is expected to arrive. He squinted hard at this, provided his poor eyesight that seems to worsen with time and age.

“Another four minutes,” he mentally noted himself. His heart beams at the thought of the food he had prepared at home for her. She’ll love it. It’s her favourite, and maybe would console her a bit after a hard day at work. His only concern is if it’s something that he couldn’t fix. You are a worry wart, and that’s what corners him to his unprecedented despair. Watching you eat became his ultimate joy. And now, it offers a new meaning. He grips tighter into the umbrella handle, anticipating the person he believes to be the one.

The train dings to arrival and as the crowd of strangers leave the coach, he craned his neck and went on tiptoes to find a pair of eyes that knows him. People are ushering out, and chatters went unnoticed. When the crowd dissolves, there she was.

You locked arms with his. Beaming smile at the tall stature of your husband, passing a brush of your lips on his. “What did I tell you…” he spoke, gently and you rolled your eyes to the side.

“Fine, fine. You’re right… you’re always right,” you stepped into the escalator before him and he stood behind you. “Say it in full, I want to hear them,” he hissed, thumbing your hip as a sign of provocation. “I’m not going to say it, and it rained when I got here, not when I left for work,” you glanced over your shoulder at him, with a sheepish smile. “It rained, regardless so say it, say Kim Seokjin is always right,” he pokes your clothed butt cheek, hovering over the shell of your ear. Despite standing behind you on a escalator to the top, he is still very much taller than you are.

“If I say it, will you stop poking my butt, you bully…” “I’m a bully?” he chucks, and, “Listen you ungrateful porridge, I went all the way to fetch you because you didn’t bring an umbrella when I had told you it’s going to rain today, and I’m the bully? You’re the biggest bully in the bully community…” “Kim Seokjin is always right,” you stepped off the escalator and Seokjin had the umbrella opened.

The umbrella failed to shield you fully, your leather pumps splattered with water at once and gawked at your supposedly romantic husband.

“Thank you for bringing tiniest umbrella of all the seventeen umbrellas we have at home… your shoulders take most of the space, Seokjin,” you shook your head, amused. “That was the plan,” he smirked at you. He took your tiny frame inside his padded coat and squeezed you closed enough to warm yourself up. “So I could do this,” an evil smile on his face. “You cheeseball,” you tattered.

Stepping into the house, you dashed towards the tissue box and began wiping Seokjin’s forehead and face.  He takes off his padded jacket and took yours off, “Blouse and slacks too, laundry day today. And then we’ll have dinner.”

In your short shorts, your legs swings underneath the table, waiting for Seokjin to bring over the pot he just reheated for you. The television is showing the news for today, and then there’s a drama right after that you both were following. Seokjin rids of his heat-resistant gloves and washed his hands again at the sink. “Just a little bit for me,” he said, giving you his back while you fill the bowls with soup. You didn’t answer and just did as told. Seokjin rations his food and doesn’t eat much. He doesn’t eat meat fats and was a fan of vegetables; broccolis in particular. He usually have them steamed and poorly salted. Ever since the family doctor told him to watch his sugary intakes, he takes his diet rather seriously.

For awhile, there’s only sound coming from the tv and steel cutleries hitting against ceramic bowls. And then you broke the silence with the story of your day.

“They didn’t update me the official date and screamed at me for not doing it in a timely manner. They also told me I should be doing the overtime because I have no commitments. It’s so unfair,” you mumbled against a spoonful of rice. Seokjin dropped his gaze from the view of your side profile and took another sip of the soup. Unfair, it is. Everyone at work was so self-centred, he had a good dash of it when he was working, too. “...But you’re not the only one who falls in the category. Others are just bullying you because the rest of the interns are great at kissing asses,” he explodes.

“Oh shit, I forgot to get coffee grind,” you cursed, and smacking your forehead. Seokjin heard it, and cleared his throat. He was nervous, but the discussion has been long overdue. “I’d like it if you stop drinking coffee,” he gave you three piece of fried mushrooms and avoided your eyes. “Why so suddenly… is this your way of telling me that I should change my diet? You’re not one to be this intrusive, so I’m going to tell you that you are being intrusive…” you defended yourself. “We are married, nothing is intrusive…” he dragged his tone.

You set the chopstick down, propped your elbows up and laced your fingers together, resting them underneath your chin, framing your feigned smile, “Oh really…”

Seokjin grabbed a glass of orange juice from the side and downed several gulps before he turned to you and told you what he found in the bathroom trash can. From the revelation, you visibly stiffen and lowered your gaze. You went back to eating your dinner.

“When were you planning to tell me?” now he laces his fingers, and leaned on one elbow, peering down at you as you sat on the dining table next to him. He pointed the remote to the tv and muted it. “How long have you been taking birth control pills?” he added, with an accusative tone. He lowered his face so he could see you, “Hmm?”

“I ran out of it a few weeks ago and didn’t restock.” “Why are you taking birth control pills?” “Because…” “We’re married for goodness sake, for five years now, why are you doing this? Do you know how many times I have to come with a reason as to why we’re not having children yet? To my parents? You don’t look like you’re planning to tell me at all.” “I was going to…” “To what? To get rid of it?”

Seokjin’s parents had been asking. They asked why they weren’t blessed with grandchildren yet. He didn’t know that you’ve been taking birth control pills. You didn’t tell him. He went behind you and checked his sperm counts and it was normal, his manhood was normal, and the doctor couldn’t pinpoint why you couldn’t get pregnant. His questions were answered when he saw the empty package of Aubra 28’s in the bin. Along with a used pregnancy stick that showed double line. Indicating a positive.

“Whether or not we’re having children is none of their concerns, Seokjin,” you finished your final bowl of rice and helped clean up. Your hands are busy, picking up dishes, storing the leftovers in a container, stocking them in the fridge, and washing the dishes while Seokjin remains seated on the dining chair. He covered his lips with his laced hands and flickered his eyes to the television screen. Whatever that was playing on them, doesn’t register in his head. Because clearly, there was a bigger discussion at hand. The pots, kitchen wares clinks against the sink, water rinsing off the foams and you set them to the side to dry, one by one.

“Do you not want to have children with me, is that what it is?”

Seokjin spoke in a whisper but loud enough for you to hear. The way his voice brittles, the way it cracks and how the words were delivered was enough to shatter your heart into pieces. He is as heartbroken as you are. Seokjin wanted to be a father. He wanted it so much. His only desire in life was to nurture another human being and be a proud dad. He even had their names, damn it. All these while, he thought that if he continues to serve his wife the right way, she will be able to conceive with a brighter set of mind and a better lifestyle. Maybe a child would help her get through day to day struggles, maybe it could strengthen the bond because without a child, marriage is incomplete.

Furthermore, it had been 5 years. What irks him the most is how you attempted to hide this from him. It made him feel like he wasn’t a part of your life. You made a decision without him. You have sabotaged the union with your selfishness.

Last plate on the dish rack. You patted your hands  dry with the washcloth, turning to face your sullen husband. The kitchen counter being the only thing separating you both. It provided you with a shield of some sort.

“That’s not what this is,” you glide your eyes to the side, folding the washcloth neatly, Well. “That’s not just what it is.”

There’s more? Seokjin pushed his chair back, walked past you in the kitchen, took a can of beer from the fridge, slam the fridge’s door and harshly spoke underneath his breath with a deadly glare directed at you, “If I’m the problem, then you should have said so.”

With every lunge of steps he took away from you, you felt the pressing need to tell you what was going through your mind. Clenching your jaws, you released your lips from your teeth and sputtered, “I’m scared.”

Seokjin’s steps halted almost instantly. His ears picks the words up, one by one and they string in his head. He blinks and the hard expression is no longer there. It softens, weakens.

“I’m scared that I won’t be able to be a good mother,” you added, and after a long pause, “I’m lacking a lot. I’m not enough. I don’t have the credibility to be a good human, how can I raise another one… and that fear has led me to hurt another person very dear to me.”

Seokjin dropped his head, swallowed a thick lump in his throat and exhaled through his nose. As if he had been holding his breath all these while. Everything pieces itself up. Your strange decision, your diversion when it comes to the topic, your aloofness when talks about creating family comes to view--they all make sense. But Seokjin has his own ego. So instead of turning his heels and embracing you like he should, he carried on walking into the bedroom.

“Please don’t bring beer inside the room that we sleep in,” you hurried to say but you were replied with a slam of the door. You dropped your head and unmute the television, in an attempt to escape your thoughts. This wasn’t healthy, and yet, he chose this. He chose to avoid confrontation by slamming the door shut.

Two sad souls, different principles, different aspirations, different needs. Finding the weight of the situation settling on your shoulders, and blaming yourself for the disastrous ordeal, you reclined on the floor next to running washing machine with your knees up and apart. You have your elbow on one knee and pressed your forehead on the heels of your hand. Frowning, you felt the sting in your eyes and tears followed suit. At the same time, your free hand caressed over your tummy. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t keep you,” you sobbed, “Mommy’s scared.”

Scared. Does she think she’s alone in this marriage? What am I then? A stone? A picture frame on the walls? This ring on my finger, isn’t it a promise? Isn’t this house built on the trust that no matter how difficult things are and will be, we are going to be right next to each other?

Seokjin fiddles his wedding band and took them off only to place them on the bedside table. He lays his head on top of his hand, over the pillow, facing away from the door. His eyes reddening from keeping them open, unable to shake the anger from his heart, spreading through his veins. Scared; he repeated in his head. Is five years not enough to build trust? How long does he have to keep them up? His assumptions are, that you were scared that he would leave you. That he will turn his back to you like your father did. That he will not be there to catch you when you fall, like your father did. Seokjin darted his eyes, drilling through the curtain, laying on his side, curled in a ball.

That’s how you found him. You shut the door behind you as gently as you can, almost tiptoed your way in and sat at the edge of the bed, your side empty. Seokjin clenched his jaws and shut his eyes, forcing himself to sleep.

You swallowed a thick gulp of saliva before anything else. Palms sweaty, and you feel every movement in your bones that you made to touch Seokjin’s shoulder, but your hand halted before it got there. Part of you was unsure if this is what you wanted, or what he wanted. “Seokjin, baby. Are you sleeping?” you asked. He doesn’t respond.

“Seokjin, sometimes I envy you….” you begin, and dropped your head with a faint smile on your lips. Faint, it was barely there. “I envy you a lot, I think that there’s nothing you couldn’t do in this world, you don’t give a shit about what people say, and just do them your way.”

“You’ve come a long way since your high school days. Where you’ve gotten bullied because you were too pretty, your over invasive father who drilled you to be better than your older brother, so the only friend you have is your mom. I used to envy that, the fact that you can be friends with your mom. I envy that you can talk to her about anything and know that she’ll always have your back, unlike mine. I got bullied in school and she told me not to look so weak,” you added an awkward chuckle. You continued to say that you grew up, misunderstanding her aloofness as her lack of care, until you recognised her strength. She always had herself to fight, standing on her own two feet and how she was heavily reliant to your father. And he, in return, betrayed her trust.

“I was raised by a woman who had been abused her whole life, and in the shreds of whatever that’s left, she attempted to raise me. I compare myself to her. I know it was a foolish move but if I can’t be as great as she was, what makes you think I’ll be a great mother?”

Your situation were different from Seokjin’s. Financially, emotionally, physically. Seokjin could change schools when he was bullied. Seokjin could ask his mother for comfort. Seokjin could rely on someone while he is growing up. You on the other hand, was raised to be a soldier, and marriage is a spectacle, fundamentally to be avoided at all cost. Love, romance, sex; none of it signifies loyalty. Loyalty takes years to built, and seconds to destroy--just like trust. That was the house you lived in.

“I envy you Seokjin… because you could be a great dad but I couldn’t be a good mom.”

“I’m not blaming you for not being able to accept the person that I am, because we had been talking about this for years, now,” your chest heaves as you clawed your fingers on the bed sheet. “I cannot ask for more time can I?” you blinked to the view of the sheet.

“You don’t trust me…” Seokjin breaks silence, still avoiding you, “You think I’m going to walk away. That’s what hurts me the most.”

Settling fully in the middle of the bed, you knelt and Seokjin switches to his back but darted his eyes straight to the ceiling with his back of his wrist on his forehead. His eyes glimmering with impending tears.

“I registered us for a parenthood classes, I cancelled everytime you say you have your period. I bought baby clothes and kept them in the drawer so you wouldn’t see them. I got vaccination schedules from the doctor’s office in case we are conceiving but we never were, and I found positive pregnancy test in the bin next to an empty blister pack of birth control pills, can you imagine how I felt?” His tears fall and wet the pillow case but he maintains his gaze to the ceiling. You lowered your head even more.

“I’m so sorry,” you spoke through quivering lips. “Why is it so wrong for me to have a child with the person I love?” his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallowed unsteadily. “Where do you think I was going to go?” Seokjin flickered his eyes at you, “It’s easier to leave me behind without a child, isn’t it?”

“Seokjin,” you wiped your eyes roughly with the back of your hand. “You are my wife… We promised each other that no matter what, we’ll make it work,” he sat and faced you. He raises his arm and cupped your cheeks, thumbing your tears. “You poor little idiot,” he gently scolded, “You think you’re the only one who is scared? I’m scared too. Having a child is scary, but with you, I think I can be brave. So I need you to be brave with me… I think you’ll be an amazing mom. No, I know, you’ll be amazing. You always have been.”

He presses his lips on yours. Wet eyelashes, messy hair, soft lips. Mascara melting, smeared lipstick, a faint hint of your Bvlgari perfume dancing around his nostril--a beautiful mess he is in love with.

“Lily…” Seokjin warned, “No.”

Seokjin brought two year old Lily to the playground in your apartment area. You decided to join them after leaving the bus station that was at the foot of your apartment. You sat on the swing next to him.

“Are you still mad?” he asked. “Definitely,” you shot with a smile straight to your baby girl.

Seokjin put his hands out of his jacket, “It was just a picture. I admit I pushed over certain boundaries, but I didn’t plan for it to happen… It was a school reunion, there will be friends who brought their sisters along…” You frowned at the sky and then at him, “No.”

“It’s nothing serious…” “These girls has your phone number, Seokjin.” “It’s nothing.” “Guess who’s banned to have ice cream on ice cream Thursday…” you swing your head in his direction and stretched your arm out, “Lily, let’s go home…”

Seokjin hurried after you, poking your waist. “I won’t do it again, I won’t. I promise, please let me have ice cream… Lily, please tell your mom to let daddy have ice creams…” Lily begins babbling almost immediately and you sputtered a chuckle. Then she hooked one arm around his neck and another around yours. It’s a signal for: Make up, already. Sometimes, having a handsome husband is a problem. A huge problem.

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First Day

Hey guys! So today was the first day of school for kids in my hometown (not for me though since I don’t have to worry about school for a while lol), and I thought of this cute imagine idea and just wanted to write it really quick, if you guys don’t mind :). Also, since it was a last minute idea, I hope it makes sense and doesn't sound terrible. For anyone that follows me or sees this and you’re going back to school/college, good luck, you got this, and I wish you much success this year/semester and for all those that come after!! <3

Warnings: None (just fluff!)

Word Count: 1,707

“Wake up Mama, Tata! It’s the first day of school!,” your five-year old son, Atlas, shouts, jumping on your bed. “Sweety, remember I said I was gonna come in and wake you when it was time?,” you yawn turning over towards your very hyper child.

“I know, but I’m excited!,” he answers plopping down beside you to hug your neck just as your alarm chimes and vibrates your beside table. “Tata!! Wake up! The alarm said so!,” he exclaims now climbing on Florian’s abdomen and poking his cheeks.

“But I don’t want to,” he groans pulling the covers up closer to him and covering Atlas’ head, which made him giggle. “Nooo I’m the one going to school, you have to take me!,” he corrects removing the sheet from his head and scooting closer to his father’s face.

“I know I know I’m just messing with you my sweet prinţ,” Florian smiled picking Atlas up and holding him in the air as he sat up, causing his giggle fit to return. Fully awake now from your adorable wake up call, you and Florian both got out of bed to begin getting ready for the day.

You tried not to think too much of it, but watching your son play as you made breakfast started to make you more emotional as time passed. It seemed as if it was yesterday that you brought him home from the hospital, bundled up in a small white blanket.

Now was his first day of kindergarten and you didn’t know how you were going to make it without crying every 10 minutes. If only you could turn back time to where he was a baby again, and freeze it so you could keep him that small forever and cuddle him.

“Mama look! I look like Tata!,” you heard Atlas say, taking you out of your thoughts. “Ohh you do love! You look so handsome!,” you smile bending down to kiss his cheek.

Last night, Florian said that he wanted to dress him for his first day, which made you figure that he would have something up his sleeve, but you couldn’t figure out what until now. Wearing his school uniform of khaki’s and a navy blue polo shirt, he also had on white Air Force 1s and a gold cross chain Florian recently bought him.

“Babe are you sure you want him to go to school in his chain? What if something happens to it?,” you ask walking with Atlas to the table to help him sit in his chair to eat. “It’s the first day, my boy’s gotta look fresh!,” Florian responds lightly pinching his cheeks and making him giggle. “Plus if anybody messes with you, what did Tata teach you to do?”

“Punch them in the face!,” your son responds with a mouth full of waffles, standing up in his chair to throw air punches. It amazed you how much he was like Florian.

Atlas might’ve looked just like you, but from his green eyes to his mannerisms and facial expressions, he was definitely his father’s child. “Alright Mike Tyson, sit down before you fall,” you laugh grabbing his backpack to put his lunch in as well as some of his supplies. “What did mommy tell you to do though if someone messes with you?”

“To first tell the teacher and then if they put their hands on me, that’s when I punch them,” he answers sitting down and finishing his breakfast. “Exactly,” you wink at Florian, in turn making him playfully roll his eyes at you as he sat down to eat his food.

Once you and Florian were dressed, and double checked to make sure Atlas had everything, you all left to drop him off at school. You were glad that Florian drove, because the closer you guys came to the school grounds, the more emotional you could feel yourself getting.

You thought about all the what ifs that could happen while he was away from home, like someone picking on him or him getting lost trying to get to the library, for example, and having a meltdown. As if he could sense your nervousness, Florian softly squeezed your hand as he brought it up to his lips, which was his way of telling you that everything would be okay.

“Eww!,” Atlas said from the backseat with a giggle as he covered his eyes. “Hey you’re gonna have a girlfriend that you’re gonna do that with one day,” Florian smiled peeking at him through the rearview mirror.

“No I’m not, girls are icky,” Atlas replies playing with his Woody and Buzz Lightyear toys. “You say that now, but once you’re a teenager you’ll be saying something different,” you softly laugh turning around to tickle his legs.

Now you were thinking about him being a teenager in high school and then going off to college, which made you want to sob even more.

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Walking up to his classroom, you told yourself you needed to keep it together not only so you wouldn’t look like THAT parent, but also so Atlas wouldn’t start getting emotional himself and not want to go. Although he didn’t seem like he didn’t want to go in, you could tell that he was nervous about this new environment from how close he held yours and Florian’s hand to his face, almost shielding his eyes.

“Hello, I’m Mrs. Bloom,” a short, middle-aged woman with long red hair cheerily greeted as you three walked into the classroom. “And who might you be young man?”

“Atlas Munteanu,” he shyly answered from behind your leg. “His name is actually Florian Atlas Munteanu, but having two Florian’s in one house can get confusing so he goes by Atlas,” Florian answers with a small laugh, playing with one of Atlas’ curls.

“Ohh such a pretty name for a handsome boy! If you want, you can go find your seat and talk with the other kids while I talk with your parents,” Mrs. Bloom smiled, bending down to talk to Atlas. Looking up at the both of you, he squeezed your hands a bit tighter, signaling how he didn’t want to move from his spot between you and Florian.

“It’s ok love, you can go find your seat,” you smile squatting down next to him. “Remember what we talked about last night.” “That everything will be ok,” he responds looking down at his feet. “But what if they don’t like me?,” Atlas whispered in your ear, nearly making your heart break and take him home at that moment, forgetting about the first day of school.

“Then they’re crazy because you are the smartest, funniest, kindest, and coolest kid that they’ll ever meet,” you smile as you whisper back in his ear. Appreciating your mini pep talk, he hugs your neck and kisses your cheek before turning to Florian to do the same and going to find his desk.

“I take it you must be Florian 1,” she smiles shaking Florian’s hand before turning towards you. “And your name dear?”

“Y/N. Nice to meet you Mrs. Bloom,” you smile shaking her hand as well. “Nice to meet you both! Just to let you know, today will be pretty light as far as teaching, and homework is rarely given unless it’s unfinished classwork,” she explains taking turns looking at both you and Florian. “Were there any questions you had for me, or any information I needed to know about Atlas?”

“I don’t think we have any questions, but I do have a list of secondary phone numbers just in case something happens and for some reason you can’t get either one of us,” you mention handing her the folded up sheet of paper from your pocket. “And these are 2 of his uncle’s numbers too if you can’t get anyone on the list,” Florian adds handing the teacher a piece of paper with Masias’ and Sandro’s number on it.

“Ok thank you, I’ll keep these in his file. I guess if there’s nothing else then I’ll see both of you this afternoon!,” she smiles before you all say your goodbyes. Taking one last look at Atlas before you guys leave, you see him sitting at his desk talking with one of his classmates and coloring.

“Just wait until you get to the car, then you can cry all you want,” you repeat to yourself trying to hold back your tears. Holding onto Florian’s arm as you guys walk out the classroom, you hear a light knock on the window causing both of you to turn around to see Atlas holding up a sign that he colored saying “I LOVE YOU!,” and waving at the both of you.

Waving back at him, you wait until he turns around to go back to his seat and continue his conversation with his new friend before you bury your head in Florian’s chest, fully sobbing in the middle of the hallway. “It’s ok love, we’ll see him in a few hours. Please don’t cry,” he whispers as he rubs up and down your back trying to soothe you.

“First drop off?,” you hear a man ask Florian to which he nods, still holding you and rubbing your back. “I understand, been there three times,” he softly laughs before handing Florian tissues and patting him on the shoulder. “It’s gonna be alright guys.”

Thanking the man, you expected for Florian to hand you the tissues, but was caught off guard to hear his sniffles and him blowing his nose. Looking up, you see him wiping tears from his red eyes and off his equally red cheeks making your heart melt.

“Aww babe, you’re crying too,” you softly laugh wiping the drops of tears that still sat on his beard. “Yea I know I’m a big softy,” he lightly chuckles wiping the tears from your eyes as well.

“And there’s nothing wrong with that. You’re my big softy and I love you for that,” you smile taking his hands to kiss his knuckles. “I love you too. Now we might want to leave before Atlas sees us, or we get judged more than we already have been,” Florian laughs as you both walk out of the school hand in hand.

Translations:

prinţ: prince

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My Year With EXO

It has officially been a year since I started listening to EXO. It actually was around this time so why not talk about it?!

How It All Started

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I was listening to my playlist on shuffle mode and after my playlist was done it played me a random song. It didn’t sound bad so I let it play and by the end of it I was googling who Exo was. 

Lotto was the first song from Exo that I listened to and it was on repeat for days. What sucked was that now I had a favorite song but I had no faces to put onto the beautiful voices that I was listening to.

This lead me to go onto YouTube and when I typed EXO into the search bar the first video that popped up was their “Monster” MV. It was too much beauty to handle. There should’ve been a warning sign that popped up before the video to tell me that I was about to see the most handsome men in the world lmao.

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(My reaction when I was done watching “Monster” MV)

It was weird for me to see “older” idols because I had just recently gotten into kpop thanks to BTS. With BTS they are younger than EXO so me getting into Exo which were these “older” idols was weird but eventually I got used to it. 

(Especially since I eventually discovered the grandpas of Kpop which are Bigbang, Sechskies and SJ)

(Just a joke incase you didn’t take the hint)

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First Bias

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I had never faced a bigger problem than having to choose between Chanyeol and Sehun.

They both caught my attention and I couldn’t choose between them. It would bother me to an extreme level for some reason. Whenever I went towards Sehun, Chanyeol would do something and whenever I went towards Chanyeol, Sehun would do something. 

I was starting to accept the fact that I was going to have two biases even though it was weird for me because I was so used to having only one bias. Till one day I woke up, literally I woke up and knew my bias was Chanyeol. idk what made me know that he was my bias but here we are with Chanyeol as my bias soo...

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(He is mine and the only other person I am willing to share him with is Baekhyun so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

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Bias Wreckers

Get ready for the huge list cause I have a lot

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Sehun

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I am pretty sure I don’t have to explain myself for why he is my bias wrecker so lets move on

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D.O

(ᴵ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ᴵ ᶜʳᶦᵉᵈ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵈ.ᵒ ᵍᶦᶠˢ)

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I never thought I would end up crushing on D.O. Not because he is ugly or anything cause he is 100000% attractive but to me he was always the cute type. You know the cute small penguin that would never do anything wrong. 

But I guess over time that changed especially since I feel like we share similar characteristics. I as well tend to be the more serious type in my friend groups along with the fact that I can get angry pretty quickly especially if I am annoyed. I somehow manage to surprise my friends when I get angry? And I actually have a few friends who are “afraid” of making me angry. Don’t quite know if that is good or bad, basically I have me own Chanyeol and Baekhyun except that they aren’t Chanyeol and Baekhyun which is the downfall lmao.

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ANDDDDDDDDD he looked amazing in his photoshoot for DMUMT 

He needs an entire post dedicated to those pictures cause... 

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Suho

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Suho is a very attractive person and that’s a fact idc what you say. I feel like he doesn’t get the credit he deserves especially since he is a mom to 10 kids...10!!! I am suprsied he has time to stay this good looking even though he takes care of 10 crazy children...I have zero kids yet I look like a potato. I need his help.

It was at this moment that I knew I was going to be facing troubles in trying to stay in one lane

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The performance itself was just amazing. Amazing vocals along with amazing looks?!? 

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First Album

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KOKOBOP was my first Exo album that I bought and all the songs were a bop. My top favorite songs being 

- Forever

- What U Do

- Diamond

I loved the pictures and I loved how all the members rocked the concept in their own ways. 

With this cocept Xiumin just didn’t know when to stop. It was almost like he was doing it on purpose. He just looked so good omgg

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We need to sign some type of petition so that he never gets rid of his black hair

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Confusion

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When I first got into Exo there was a lot of things I was confused about. I really thought I was never going to figure out all these little things. 

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1. Sucked into the Fandom

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I told myself when I first started listening to Exo that I was only going to listen to them because of their music. No getting to know the members, no getting attached to certain members, I wasn’t going to follow them on instagram or twitter. That of course failed because now I can tell them apart by just looking at their eyebrows.

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The Members

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- The first Exo MV that I watched was Monster so I knew there was 9 members but I was confused as to why in the KoKoBop MV Lay wasn’t in it. Of course the first thing that popped into my head was “Oh he must’ve left the group.” But then I found out that he was doing his own thing in China so that helped clear up the confusion.

- I didn’t know Exo originally had 12 members but that was cleared up pretty quickly after I figured out that 3 members had left the group.

- Fun Fact: I am 100% sure that if I had known about Exo when they were ot12, I am pretty sure Tao would’ve been my bias. He is underrated and if you haven't listened to his songs you should cause they are amazing.

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And the biggest one of all

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Exo, Exo - K & Exo - M

- I was so lost with this. I knew Exo as Exo. I didn’t know who or what was Exo - K & Exo - M. I really did think they were two separate groups. (They kinda were but w.e) I went to google for help but nothing appeared. When I found out about Exo - L I thought that was another group but no, it was the fandom name lmao. Thankfully slowley everything started to make sense once I started finding out more and more about them.

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The Future

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I waited so long for a comeback. DMUMT was my first comeback with them and it didn’t disappoint. (Aside from the lack of promotions *Cough* SM *Cough*)

Its been amazing seeing them get known more and more around the world. It truly makes me feel happy like an old proud mom. They have been through so much as a group and as individuals that I’m glad that they are finally at the place they deserve to be in which is the top. Of course as Exo-L’s we gotta make sure that they climb even higher. I hope to see them grow more as a group and as artists in the future. We gotta break records and keep streaming their songs.

As for SM, they better treat them right and stop cutting their promotions. 

All in all its been an amazing year with Exo. 

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