#her kid got her cutie mark early because funny

[ponyvillethesecond]

Mama Bloom

[yoonpobs]

dilf (and love) | knj | m

pairing: kim namjoon x oc

genre: fluff, domestic fluff, smut, established relationship, marriage and kids lol

warnings: light dom/sub themes, pregnancy kink, penetrative sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), DILF JOON

words: 6, 702

summary: it's been too long since you and namjoon had time to yourselves

“God take that thing away from me!” You whine as you smother your face with your hands.

Jin pins you with a dry look as he catches a glimpse of ‘that thing’ who is looking up at you with big eyes and a toothless grin.

“That thing is your child …” Jin says blandly.

“That thing is ruining my sex life.” You narrow your eyes at Chanmi as she babbles some incoherent words with her ten-month-old vocabulary. You’d think as the daughter and apple of Kim Namjoon’s eye that she’d be able to read, write and speak sixteen languages at the age of one.

You still allow Chanmi to wrap her chubby fingers around your thinner ones and you can’t help but coo at your daughter. While she may have been the one thing that disrupted any intimate moment between you and Namjoon, you would fight anyone that would ever dare to mess with her. Your own husband included.

“Please, spare the details,” Jin mutters under his breath as he watches Chanmi fondly as she attempts to tug at your sleeve in hopes of getting your attention. You squeeze her cheeks before lifting her up in your arms and hold her close to your chest. You whine because she smells so … fresh. Just like a little bread baby that was all yours.

God, you loved her.

“My old sex life brought me this angel.” You grin up at your daughter who just smiles at you, unknowing of the context of your words.

“Can you stop using such vulgar words in front of your child?” Jin scolds you but doesn’t do anything much to take Chanmi out of your grasp.

You roll your eyes.

“She’s like 300 days old. She doesn’t even know how to shit at a decent hour let alone understand what sex is. Penis in vagina. Destroying pussy. A hole in one. Railing—”

Jin slaps his hand over your mouth to get you to stop talking as he glares at you.

“Why did my brother marry a heathen like you.” Jin seethes.

You shrug nonchalantly as you turn your head to see your dumbhead yet smart-ass husband that was attempting to glue back the shards of glass from the wine glass he broke earlier in hopes of you not realising.

“He needed to put his 148 IQ to good use and I’m the best investment his finance major ever got him.���

“The only good thing that came out of your marriage is this cutie.” Jin coos at his niece and you have half the mind to withdraw his Chanmi visiting card because whenever he was over all he did was berate you and your … unique ways of parenting.

But Jin would still say he cared for you as far as a brother-in-law would but with the added benefit of the fact that he was your best friend before he became your brother-in-law. You were an interesting character, to say the least, and the only reason you managed to befriend Jin was due to the fact that you didn’t know what boundaries meant and had invaded his personal space on the first day of lectures when you leaned over him to throw something at a know-it-all. Jin had been annoyed, but then an unlikely friendship bloomed out of the mutual distaste for ‘Howard from Accounting’.

He introduced you to Namjoon just because he thought that it was hilarious that you and his brother were polar opposites. Jin didn’t even expect the two of you to get along with each other let alone fall in love, but life had a funny way of saying ‘fuck you and your expectations’ to Jin when he least expected it.

The only thing that he regrets is the fact that now he had to listen to both you and his brother whine about your sex life, or lack thereof after the two of you became parents. Being a mother was hard because there was no manual to tell you what was right or wrong when it came to your baby but the experience itself. When you first fed Chanmi softened shrimp in her meals and caused an allergic reaction; you cried for hours straight because you felt like you should’ve just known.

Namjoon was a good partner and an even better father because he was understanding. The first few months postpartum he respected the fact that you weren’t ready to show your body to him because of the way it changed after giving birth to Chanmi, and he never told you that you were in your head for feeling that way. He validated all your feelings through all the rough edges that you gave him when you were going through your own things.

You finally felt comfortable to get naked around Namjoon at the five-month mark where your sex drive returned to that of when you were in your early twenties and just begun knowing how to truly enjoy sexual intimacies with a partner, but a five-month-old baby didn’t allow for much intimacy with your hot ass husband either.

It sucked because Namjoon had always been broad and very dad-like, and after he officially became a father to Chanmi you just felt like salivating over him every waking second you got because … God … Namjoon was a gift from the God’s themselves. Whenever you saw the way he handled Chanmi with absolute gentleness and care you felt like dropping to your knees and sucking the soul out of him. It didn’t help that he wore his glasses every night when he tucked her into bed and read her Shakespeare because it would ‘help with development’. You loved your husband but he was a little excessive.

“Oh God stop drooling over my brother!” Jin grimaces when he sees the bedroom eyes you were shooting Namjoon from where the two of you were with Chanmi.

You sigh dreamily and lean against your palm as you check out Namjoon’s ass.

“I can’t help that your brother and my husband has an ass like that.” You click your tongue.

Chanmi giggles again and it’s like a bell chiming at your favourite cafe when you cuddle her closer, feeling comfort in her scent. She smelt just like home and bubbles.

“How about I give you a sibling, huh?” You whisper to Chanmi who just opens her mouth to babble. Jin on the other hand facepalms himself and sighs.

“You’re insufferable.”

“I’m horny.” You shrug.

“Correction: you’re insufferable on a daily basis but absolutely horrifying to deal with when you’re horny.” He sneers.

“I just need to bed him and I’ll be fine.” You drawl, as your husband who spent the better half of your conversation fixing the wine glass grins to himself with his dimples when he finally placed the last piece of glass back into place. He was so meticulous and cute for the wrong reasons.

“Jesus, stop …” Jin groans.

“Jesus would definitely tell me to go get that dick because I deserve it.” You pat yourself on the back and wince slightly when you smell the telltale signs of Chanmi’s poop permeating the air.

“Say … would Yoongi mind having Chanmi over your place for the weekend?” Jin recognizes the devious expression you have on your face and knows that there’s no way out of it.

“I don’t have a choice do I?” Jin sighs.

You shake your head.

“Nope. Cause’ I texted Yoongi yesterday and said he totally wants to see his niece. The baby bag is all ready to go and it’s in the nursery.” You cock your thumb to the room down the hallway and Jin thinks to himself of all the reasons why he shouldn’t have introduced you to his brother at all seven years back.

“It’s weird without her …” Namjoon frowns as the two of you stand in the nursery as if you were mourning the loss of your child. It felt a lot like it, though.

The two of you never spent more than a few hours away from Chanmi ever since she was born and it felt weird to not smell her vomit from the kitchen or hear her giggles as you cooked dinner. You missed Namjoon and the spark you had in the first years of your relationship but you also felt a little empty without Chanmi’s presence with you.

“I miss her.” You whine into Namjoon’s chest and he clutches you tightly as if to say that he mirrored your sentiment.

“Should we call them?” You look up at him with wide eyes and he smoothes the frown lines on your forehead and chuckles, offering a gentle kiss to your temples.

“We called fifteen minutes ago, remember?” He chides you gently.

You huff, “I just … it’s so quiet. Where are my baby babbles?” You pout.

Namjoon sighs and rubs his thumb comfortingly on your arm when you look around at the purple nursery with reminders of your daughter that wasn’t currently with you.

“Let’s enjoy what we have, okay love?” Namjoon offers, “I miss Chanmi too but I miss this too.”

You smile at him the way he first fell in love with you years ago and leans down to place a peck onto your lips.

“I miss having you all to myself.” He whispers against your lips and you shiver at the way his broadness is clouding all your senses.

“You always have me Joon.” You tell him in a tone as soft as his.

His chest rumbles when he laughs and you feel so warm in the comfort of your husband's arms and you felt it too. Besides the physical aspect of having sex with him, you missed holding him like this without a care in the world. Most of your cuddle sessions were left to the nights you slept next to each other in bed because the two of you were either exhausted with work or trying to care for Chanmi. It’s been a long time since you could just feel Namjoon’s presence with you.

“Besides … we can finally, you know …” He mumbles shyly into your hair and the devil horns that you hide most of the time reappear.

“What, Joon?” You smirk up at him, hands trailing slowly down his chest.

Your husband was so big that every room he walked into he basically commanded the attention of every single person that would come across him. That’s what happens when you’re six foot and broad like him. But you loved the fact that you were the only one that got to see the much softer side to him that he didn’t just show anyone. The fact that he was the CEO of his own company made his persona ever more intimidating than he actually was but you knew he was a huge softie on the inside.

The two of you were very different in many senses. From your personalities to the way you approached conflict. Namjoon was very diplomatic but you were anything but. He was truly the most empathetic and understanding person you’ve met in your entire life and you’ve seen a total of ten therapists in your teenage years. Namjoon was the balance that levelled your temper and uninhibited tendencies to always be the loudest person in every room. With every time you snarked at someone who pushed your buttons came Namjoon that placed a gentle hand on your back with a soft whisper of comfort.

In fact, most people thought the two of you would have never lasted. You heard those mean girls in college that made petty bets on the fact that you’d probably end up leaving him because you were too much of a bitch to deal with someone as kind as Namjoon. You remembered most of your fights being about your insecurities and how you always thought that Namjoon deserved better and with him telling you that you were the one for him.

Looking back, you laugh because the two of you were theoretically horrible for each other but exactly what the other needed. Namjoon needed someone free-spirited enough to manage his meticulous tendencies and you needed someone willing to see you for more than your erratic behaviour.

“What’s that pretty head of yours thinking about?” Namjoon hums when he realises you’re not paying attention to him anymore. He clasps your hands together to bring back your attention to him as you look up at him with eyes so full of love.

“Just reminiscing on the old days.” You tell him and he snorts.

“You say that as if we’re ancient.”

“You’re not fooling anyone. I heard your joints cracking when you bent down to pick up the strands of hair on the floor.” You tease.

“And who’s fault is it that I’m constantly bending over to pick up strands of hair because she sheds like a cat?” He retorts playfully.

“We’re both old.” You pout, playing with his fingers and admiring the glimmer of his wedding ring. You can’t believe you bagged a man like Namjoon.

“I still got it, though.” He adds thoughtfully and you raise an eye at his comment.

“Got what?”

“My game.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you burst out laughing because it was so on-brand for Namjoon to make a comment like that but blush when you got a little more touchy-feely with him when he least expected it.

“How about you show me then?” You whisper as you turn around to press yourself against his chest, ensuring that your cleavage was on full show to his line of vision when he looks down at you.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love your tits after the pregnancy?” He tells you breathily and you snort.

“So you didn’t like my tits before I gave birth to your child?”

He rolls his eyes and reaches his hands below your thighs to lift you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. The way he could effortlessly carry you and lift you up always made your heart and nether regions flutter because he was so big that he basically towered over you. Especially when he became a dad it was like his hot factor exploded exponentially. He basically became the epitome of a dilf.

“You and your mouth,” He tsks as he carries you out of the nursery and into your bedroom, “I just may need to shut you up.”

You whine into his chest before he tosses you down onto your mattress as he towers over you, looking over your body like you were the finest piece of art he’s ever seen. Namjoon always had ways to make you feel like a million bucks even though you were in an old camisole and your old college varsity sweatpants.

“Why don’t you do it then?” You tease back.

You were different from the women that Namjoon has been with prior to your seven-year-long relationship as most of them were pliant and quiet, and took whatever he gave to them. Don’t get him wrong, he loved playing the dominant character in bed but he also needed a brat to push his buttons and it was exactly what you were. Even if the two of you were so fundamentally different in personalities, the two of you were definitely sexually compatible.

“Flip over.” He demands and you whine before reluctantly turning over.

“I want to see you.” You whine petulantly.

You feel him rather than have him verbally respond to you because he delivers a tight slap to your ass as you gasp at the impact. He rubs his hands soothingly over your butt cheeks and squeezes them as he leans over your body, crowding your back with his body heat.

“Don’t be a brat ___.” He sneers into your ear and the moan is stuck on your throat when you feel him drag his hands all over your body until it reaches under your body to reach for your tits.

“Fuck. I love your tits.” He groans.

Namjoon’s hands immediately trail down your body until they reach the hem of your shorts and you wiggle your ass back at him teasingly. You hear him growl and you always knew that Namjoon was an ass man and your ass made him weak.

“Need I remind you that you’re in no position to tease, sweetheart?” He whispers into your ear and you feel the goosebumps erupt on the surface of your skin.

“Fuck. Please—Joon, touch me.” You gasp as you feel him pull down your shorts to be greeted with a cheeky pair of panties that left little to imagine of what hides underneath. Your husband had the talent of getting you obscenely wet without doing much and it’s proven again when you feel the uncomfortable ache between your legs as he flips your body over once again to get a good glimpse of your heaving body, as well as the stain on your panties.

His knuckles trace the inner side of your thigh carefully as he avoids the place you need him the most while you feel more wetness pool at your entrance. You’ve been deprived of his touch for way too long and that caused your sensitive reactions to anything that he did. You missed his fingers so much and having him so close yet so far away from your pussy was destroying your restraint.

“Namjoon p-please!” You cry when he finally cups your mound with his large palm.

He digs the heel of his palm straight into your clit as you arch your back and let out a low moan.

“So wet baby and I’ve barely done anything.” He taunts you with the low baritone of his voice.

“You make me so wet Joonie.” You pant when you feel him grind his palm into your clit some more, providing the satisfying friction that you’ve been craving.

The feeling doesn’t last long because he’s hastily removing your panties from your legs and tosses them somewhere over his shoulder. His face is directly in front of your pussy and you can’t help but feel flustered at the proximity of his breath to your hole. You’ve done this a million times before but the familiarity is slightly lost due to the time between the last and the present.

“Where’s the brat that couldn’t shut her mouth before, hm?” He mumbles and you feel every breath against your pussy. You squirm and feel his large hands wrap around your thighs, locking you into position so you wouldn’t be able to move.

“It’s just been so—ah—long,” You tell him breathily.

“Too long. Missed this pussy.” He says as a parting gift before he dives straight into your clit and begins to lap rounds over the hardened bud. You let out a high pitched moan at the pleasure he was providing you with just his tongue alone, and the way that he knew just where to focus on your clit with tense figure-eights.

“Ah—ah, fuck—Joon!” You groan as your hands wrap around his hair to tug at it. You feel him moan against your pussy, which sends vibrations up to your core and causes more wetness to pool at your centre.

Namjoon is relentless when he digs his hands harder into the meat of your thighs to prevent you from moving too much as he continues to suction on your clit, focusing his attention on it as much as he could. After years of being together, he just knew what you loved and this was it.

You liked it messy. Wet and fast, and Namjoon always gave it to you good. He pulls away momentarily so he could look up at you with a hooded gaze and you let out a high pitched whine when you see the glistening of his chin all the way up to his nose with the signs of your wetness staining him. His fingers run up your thighs teasingly and you shift under his ministrations only for him to smack your right thigh harshly.

“If you move you don’t get to cum.” He threatens you and you immediately still your body with the impossible threat.

You feel his fingers run up and down on your slit as he gathers all your wetness into one place, hovering slightly over your clit. You have to keep your whine to a minimum because Namjoon got real mean when he wanted to. But he was a good lover—so good.

Your hole is throbbing with a need to be filled, and your husband picks up on that immediately as he prods your entrance with the tip of his index finger. You attempt to grind down on him as you make eye contact with the dark eyes that threaten to take away your orgasm.

“I said. Don’t. Move.” He reminds you.

You whimper in silence as he teases your hole a little more before he decides to return home into the warmth of your walls. The moment that barrier was broken, you feel him go straight for the hook as he reaches his index finger all the way up until his knuckles. You hear Namjoon hiss under his breath as he begins prodding your walls until he finds—

“Fuck—there, Joon—ah!” You gasp, head tilting backwards when your husband finds your g-spot.

Namjoon smirks to himself and slides another finger in to hook them upwards into your g-spot, unmoving as he stills himself against the area; causing pure, unaltered pleasured to run through your veins. You’re vibrating and twitching all at once because you can’t control the involuntary response that comes with your husband's demon fingers that are causing every possible pleasurable feeling to run through your system.

You can’t keep the moan to yourself either as Namjoon looks at you with awe, but you miss it because your eyes are too busy being rolled to the back of your head at the way Namjoon skilfully thrusts into your pussy.

“H-Harder, p-please Joon—wanna cum so bad.” You moan and run your fingers through his hair to bring his mouth closer to your mound.

He lowly chuckles and shakes his head at your sex drive. And the next thing he does next nearly makes you cum on the spot.

The way he gathers his spit at the back of his throat was borderline pornographic as you see the way his throat revs up. He drops the glob of spit directly onto your clit and uses the hand that wasn’t in your pussy to spread the lubricant all over your slit. He purposefully grazes your clit but doesn’t apply enough pressure to make your head spin, but just enough for you to whine in want.

“Your pussy is so pretty love.” He coos, leaning into your mound to deliver kitten-licks to your clit, and the warmth of his tongue with the added addition of his fingers feels all too much.

“J-Joon!” You gasp when you feel him thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of your pussy that your body hitched up the surface of the bed. Every thrust was accompanied by the direct assault of his tongue on your clit as he presses down on the hardened bud with the purpose to drive you closer to your orgasm.

You were painfully close, and the precision of his fingers at your g-spot allows you to revel in the way the coil in your body is ready to snap, so close to release. Namjoon leans down so that his head is where you love him the most, between your thighs as he scores the final goal and presses his tongue against your clit.

“Oh my god Joon—fuck—s-so good—I’m gonna cum!” Your back arches off the bed uselessly because of the way that Namjoon uses his other hand to pin you down, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach.

“Come for me pretty girl.” He coos against your clit and the vibrations is what sends you over the edge.

He fucks his fingers into you as you orgasm, kitten licking your clit with just enough pressure for you to whine as you buck your hips up into his mouth involuntarily.

“Fuck. Baby—hurts.” You whine, pushing his head away from your pussy when the overstimulation gets to you.

Namjoon places one last teasing peck on your clit, which causes you to twitch and pinch his neck as he chuckles, dragging his hand up your body to bring you closer to him.

“Still got it, hm?” He whispers against the column of your neck as you roll your eyes.

“Just kiss me you fool.” You pull him in for a kiss, and your tongue immediately finds its place home in Namjoon’s mouth.

It’s probably because it’s been so long since the two of you could feel each other like this, without any rush to get it over with but with the freedom to enjoy each other’s bodies as much as you’d like. Namjoon’s hands were the truth of that as he trails his arms down the sides of your waist and tugs you closer to him by your hips until he reaches for the hem of your camisole to tug it off your body.

He grabs the mounds of flesh in his hands and squeezes them hard enough to cause another gush of wetness to drip down the side of your thighs and onto his sweatpants. Besides the fact that he delivered a mind-blowing orgasm to you, the stained wetness of his sweatpants from his pre-cum and your slick is enough for you to push him down onto the bed.

“I’m gonna suck your cock.” You kiss him on the lips one last time before you’re leaning down to palm him over his sweatpants.

He hisses above you and grabs the back of your neck lovingly that it has you snorting.

“You know if you’re laughing at my dick my feelings are going to be very hurt,” Namjoon says from above you.

“It’s just …” You shake your head and giggle as you clench your fist around the outline of Namjoon’s cock as he lets out a low breath of approval at your action.

“You used to shove my head onto your cock the moment I reached your pants and now you’re so soft.” You tease.

You hear his breath hitch and the grip on your neck tighten at your taunting words. The excitement already pooling in your stomach at the roughness that would ensue from your husband.

“Me? Soft? Is that what you want baby?” His tone is warning and you know he’s serious.

You shake your head as you look up at him with innocent eyes, a stark contrast to the hand that continues to fondle his balls over his sweatpants.

“Don’t be a bitch and take my cock out.” He sneers, and you smile to yourself cheekily—knowing you hit a sore spot.

You happily oblige as you pull Namjoon’s sweats down to be greeted with your husbands cock. The visual itself has your pussy throbbing, and every time you’re faced with it, you always burn with the prospect of his thick cock pounding into your pussy.

“Now suck it like a good girl.” He guides your head towards his dick but you’re proactive enough to fully start licking at his tip, tongue teasing his slit as you hear him let out a low groan.

Your eyes are locked on his figure, as his head is thrown back. You want to grind on the sheets but you know that would delay him fucking you so you decide against it. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate the visual that your husband was giving you from where you were.

Namjoon had always been handsome. But there’s something about seeing him throw his head back in pleasure because of you that has your stomach churning with pride. You’d shamelessly admit that you were more on the possessive side, purely because you knew there were many men and women out there who desired Namjoon in more ways than one; and you didn’t like sharing one bit.

You spit onto his dick as your hands worked the rest of the length that you didn’t engulf in your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks to create a suction. Your tongue begins to tease the underside of his shaft, the way he likes the most and you know he’s enjoying your focus there because the hand that grips your neck is now tightly clutching your hair in a fist.

“Fuck. That’s it, baby.” He groans.

Motivated by the praise, you sink deeper, hands resting on his thick thighs as you push yourself until your nose reaches his pelvis. You’ve taken his cock like a champion on many occasions, and you can only thank him for that like the numerous times he had to guide you down on his cock were probably the only reason why your tiny throat could welcome his thick girth.

The sounds of you chocking on his dick was a lot for Namjoon, mainly because he couldn’t get enough of his wife but also because he’s been waiting out to bust a nut down your throat—actually your pussy—so long that he can’t handle the onslaught of pleasure your mouth brings him.

“Baby—baby,” He tugs you off his cock and the redness around your cheeks with the tears that pool at your waterline is enough to make his heart soar. Even though you were nasty in bed, he loved every single part of your forwardness.

“Your mouth is amazing but I need to cum in your pussy.” He tells you.

You whine at his declaration and allow him to manhandle you until you were face down ass up, ass pressed tightly against his pelvis as you grind your wet cunt over the hardness of his dick.

“Fuck—you’re so wet, baby. You like sucking my cock?” He growls, arms reaching around your stomach to pull your body flush against his chest.

When you reach your hand to wrap around his head to balance yourself, you see a view of your bodies together in your mirror. Courtesy of when you first moved in and due to you and Namjoon’s egocentric tendencies of wanting to see you guys fucking each other.

“S-So much Joon.” You garble.

His hand reach down to cup your mound and digs his palm into your clit as you grind down against his hand. You feel him loosely trace over your clit to gather your wetness into his hand to lather it over his dick.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He whispers in your ear when he lines his cock against your entrance.

You whine, excitement erupting inside of you—until he finally slides it.

It definitely takes you by surprise because your husband was big. And the fact that you haven’t had his dick in you for months made it much more of a pleasant surprise when he bottoms out completely in one swift thrust of his hips, which causes your body to fall forward as your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck. This tight pussy’s mine, right?” He growls.

You nod your head into the sheets as he begins with a few experimental thrusts as you adjust to the slight, yet pleasurable, sting in your lower half.

Until you squeeze his hand on your hip to give him the go, Namjoon settles for slow thrusts into your pussy, but it’s enough to prod at your pleasurable spot because not only is Namjoon smart, kind, funny, handsome and ridiculously a great father—he is phenomenal at sex. Probably why he knocked you up on the night of your honeymoon with your bundle of joy.

Namjoon begins snapping his hips into yours relentlessly like a man starved, and starved he was. He’s missed the wet heat of your pussy; and God did he love your daughter—but he missed this—your pussy.

“F-Fuuuuu—” You’re heaving.

Namjoon continues to thrust into your pussy, angling his hips upwards so that he’d reach places deeper than ever as your eyes roll to the back of your heart in pleasure.

“Fuck—this—tight—pussy—” His words follow the sharpness of his thrusts and you don’t even know where to grab because all your sensations are heightened, especially when Namjoon reaches a hand down to your clit to begin rubbing it vigorously.

“Nam—Joon!”

You’re so wet that the squelch of his thrusts is echoed in your bedroom, and the only thing you hear besides that is your loud moans and the heavy breathing coming from Namjoon.

It’s only when he plants his knees firmly into the mattress and brings your hips to meet his thrusts is when you feel your pussy clench uncontrollably around his cock as you wail out his name.

“Fuck, baby—you’re clenching—so—hard.” He groans, pushing his hips deeper into your pussy.

“Love your cock,” You moan, “Fuck—Joon, please—fuck your cum into me.”

“Yeah?” He grits his teeth and flips your over effortlessly, dragging your leg over his shoulder as he begins pounding into you even harder as he admires the way your face contorts in pleasure.

“Yeah.” You nod your head like a sex-crazed maniac because your husband was just too good with his hips.

“Gonna give you another baby.” He whispers when he leans down into your face as your eyes widen at his declaration. Your pussy reacts too, gushing out even more wetness as it becomes tighter around Namjoon’s cock.

“Fuck. You like that idea? A sibling for Chan’?” He grinds his pelvis into your clit as his words spur your second orgasm for the night on.

“No shit?” You gasp when he revs up his spit in the back of his throat, looking at your mouth invitingly.

“Yeah,” He says breathlessly, and you open your mouth to welcome his tongue when he drops the glob of spit down your throat.

You whine, feeling your orgasm coming so closely.

“Fuck Joon—I’m gonna cum.” You gasp.

You feel Namjoon’s hips stutter and you know he’s coming soon too.

“Me too baby.” He tells you while giving you the set of most adoring eyes ever. Even as he’s fucking you into the next dimension, Namjoon makes you feel so utterly loved and whole that you can’t imagine spending the rest of your life with anyone else.

He snaps his hips the hardest he’s ever done throughout the entire night, and you feel your pussy throb so much; signalling to you and Namjoon that your release was right there.

“Baby—I’m gonna—I’m gonna c-cum,” You grab onto his shoulder to pull him closer to you.

He welcomes it and leaves open mouth kisses onto your mouth as he fucks into you like a mad man.

“Cum.”

That’s all it takes for you to reach an explosive orgasm, one that quite literally causes you to blank out for a second because while Namjoon’s hot cum spurts into your pussy short after you came, he feels your body go limp in his embrace; causing his eyes to widen.

Only until you’re blinking up at him dazedly is when he holds you to his chest, as you feel his chest rumble when he chuckles.

“Baby … I thought you died.” He cards a hand through your hair and you smile at him, stupidly in love.

“If I die because of your dick I’d be happy.” You grin at him cutely. And he scoffs at the way you look so cute after you’ve been fucked to hell and back.

“My horny little monster,” He flicks your forehead as you bring him close to your chest, his dick still settled inside of you. But there was a sort of intimacy that you couldn’t quite put words to, but welcomed the gesture nevertheless.

“Were you serious?” You ask after a while of sharing a few intimate pecks to each others’ lips.

He finally pulls out to roll on his side as he reaches over to pull your close to his chest. He raises an eyebrow at your expression when you feel his cum leak out of you.

“God you really didn’t jack off recently, did you?” You ask.

He pecks you on the nose as he quickly tugs clean boxers over his legs and disappears into your on-suite. You sigh to yourself dreamily, thinking of how lucky you were to be with someone as loving and compassionate as Namjoon was.

You weren’t necessarily unlucky when it came to your relationships prior to him, but there would always be dealbreakers that caused splits to be more bitter than neutral. Namjoon was the only man in your life that you could speak to without fearing any judgement from because he wasn’t like that. He knew how to make you feel wanted and also how to want yourself, all while being your best friend and partner.

When he returns, he returns with a damp cloth and immediately begins cleaning up the mess between your thighs, even as he cheekily mentions how there was more from where that came from as you slap him on the shoulder.

Once he ensures he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth into the laundry basket and grabs a big t-shirt of his to slip it over your body. You hum in satisfaction as his scent overwhelms you, even more so when he tugs you close to his body and he looks at you with all the love in the world.

“You asked if I was serious earlier?” He repeats your question and you nod your head looking up at him.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy smile when he leans down to pull your face towards his own as you admire all the freckles and pores on his skin, fingers tracing loosely over the wrinkles that come with age.

“I know it’s sudden but … I’ve been thinking about our family and—I want our family to become bigger.” He tells you like it’s a secret. You know he’s been mulling over it for quite a while because he looks a little unsure of himself, but all you can do is smile widely at him.

“Really?” You ask, playing with the hair on the back of his neck when you feel his fingers trace over the skin on your back.

“Of course. I love you, and I love Chanmi. I’ve always wanted kids and you brought the best gift in my life to me and … I can’t explain how happy I am when I’m with the two of you.” He smiles at you gently.

You don’t know if it’s because he just fucked you so good, or was it because you were lovesick, but your eyes water because Namjoon was Namjoon.

“But—if you’re not ready then I understand and we can—”

“Yes.” You interrupt him.

His eyes widen as you see the excitement begin to pour into his irises.

“Wait—really?” He asks innocently.

You nod your head and kiss him on the lips softly, no rush as he returns the gesture, holding you close onto his chest where you feel the best in his arms.

“Yes really. I want what you want. And I think it’s about time Chanmi gets a sibling, no?” You tease.

He groans like you’re unreal as he buries his head into the crook of your neck as you caress him gently. Namjoon was really just like an oversized baby and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“When?” He asks.

You tease your fingertips down to his chest and offer him a knowing look.

“Now?” You feign indifference but you can see the wide grin he sports on his face.

“Fuck. Don’t say that. I think my dick is going to fall off at how hard I fucked you just now,” He whined.

“You’re getting old,” You massage his shoulders as he sighs.

“I am …” He acknowledges, “But we’ll grow old together, right?”

The prospect of a future of unknowns with Namjoon only makes your heart bloom. You nod your head, not another word need to be uttered as he holds you in his arms, excited for what’s to come.

[topsytervy]

Little Walks Down Memory Lane

JJ Maybank x reader

Blurb: While going to pick up your sister from a sleepover, you and JJ think back on some of your favorite moments of him and your family.

Warnings: mention of abuse, i really dont know what else. I'm new at this.

Word Count: 3.2k

*quick note in case you dont know: 

Y/L/N ~ Your Last Name

Y/M/N ~ Your Moms Name

and I'm putting this one because I truly can't remember if I put it but just in case

Y/D/N ~ Your Dads Name

The only person I assigned a name to was your sister.*

Italics are flashbacks. 

First post on this account. This is totally all over the place I'm not going to lie but hey maybe posting stuff like this will help me improve my writing. Also, theres bound to be at least some spelling mistakes, don't mind them.

Okay. I hope you enjoy :)

**********

"Hey JJ," you greeted, opening the door as your boyfriend stumbled in.

You winced as you got a look at his black eye and busted lip before linking your arm around his and leading him to the kitchen.

You grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and handed it to him before wetting a paper towel and lightly dabbing his lip.

"So, Rafe or…" you railed off, not really wanting to mention his father.

"Yeah. Rafe." He confirmed as he held the ice pack to his eye.

Rafe and his minions never gave you trouble, possibly because the one time they did your father overheard and was not a happy camper. The look on their faces when you showed up to midsummers later that night was priceless as your father made a comment to the Cameron boy about how nicely his oldest daughter cleaned up for someone who lived on the cut.

However, they loved to mess with Pope, John B, and JJ. You and Kiara often being told to keep the pogue boys in check or it would get ugly, only for the pair of you to tell Kelce, Rafe and Topper to fuck off.

Despite the good amount of money your parents made, you guys lived on the cut.  Your parents wanted you and your younger sister to be humble and compassionate, unlike some kids who lived on figure 8. They made sure you and your sister knew that they would not be there to bail either of you out of trouble, unlike some other kook parents. 

Although, Sierra was eleven, so she wasn't really getting into trouble besides eavesdropping on your conversations. 

"Hold that there," you told him, placing his other hand on the paper towel.

You pulled down a box of mac and cheese and put on some water to boil.

"You missed out on the kegger at the boneyard," JJ commented.

You turned to face him before leaning against the counter.

"Oh, really?" You raised an eyebrow, a smile softly crossing your lips

JJ nodded.

"Oh yeah. I practically killed Rafe.”

You rolled your eyes at him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You missed,” The blonde stated, a smirk settling on his lips.

“Did I now?” You asked, feigning confusion.

JJ put the ice pack and paper towel down before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Yeah, this is the target.” He informed you, taking one of his arms away from your waist and motioning to his lips.

He started leaning in when the landline began to ring, causing him to groan as you reached around him to grab the handset.

JJ pouted as you held up a finger to the blonde and answered the phone 

"Hello." You said into the receiver as JJ pressed light kisses to your shoulder. 

You giggled lightly at the action. 

"Can you come pick me up? I don’t want to be here anymore." Your sister’s voice came through the phone in a hushed tone.

"Sierra, I can't drive and I don't feel like listening to you complain while walking home." You told her.

You looked at JJ, who had stopped kissing your shoulder and had a questioning look on his face.

"She's at a sleepover and she’s fed up with it," You whispered to him as you pulled the phone away from your mouth.

"Your mom's car is here, right?" He asked.

You nodded.

"And lucky for you a certain dashing blonde who is standing in your kitchen can drive." He grinned.

"Wait, young Leonardo DiCaprio is in my kitchen?" You joked, looking around.

JJ shot you a look before you pecked his lips and sighed. 

"Okay. Be outside in 10 minutes." You told Sierra.

"Thanks." She said before hanging up.

You turned off the stove before you grabbed your mom's car keys and tossed them to the boy who caught them with ease.

You went barefoot and led the way to your moms car, climbing into the passenger seat as JJ slid into the driver side.

"You sure you're good to drive?" You asked, remembering that he was at a kegger and it was JJ.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.” He stated, putting the key into the ignition.

That was true. JJ never wanted to put you (or your sister) in danger. He couldn't even remember how many times he saw Barry or Rafe approach him and he immediately asked you to go get him a beverage or snack. Hell, he even sent you on a wild goose chase once when an interaction with Rafe was taking longer than usual.

He'd give his life in a heartbeat if it meant you lived even a second longer.

You were the same when it came down to JJ. You wanted what was best for him and that usually meant keeping him out of trouble, which proved to be easier said than done most of the time. JJ was, as your mom liked to say, a firecracker. JJ usually acted on impulse, either not thinking of the consequences/outcome or just not caring. You were always concerned when you saw him, even if you didn't see physical marks or injuries on him. He always joked to hide his emotional pain and played it off like it was nothing.

JJ grabbed your hand before reversing out of the driveway, causing you to smile lightly. You leaned your head back against the headrest, letting the smell of the beach take you down memory lane.

*** 

You could practically see the smile on his face. Surfing made him feel free. When he came to shore, he flashed you a grin.

"Hey, Y/L/ N." He greeted you when he got close enough, holding up his hand.

"Hey to you too, Maybank," You replied, smacking his hand with your own.

He looked down at Sierra. 

"And who's this cutie pie?" He asked, a playfulness in his voice.

She giggled a little.

"JJ, this is my little sister Sierra. Sierra, this is my friend JJ." You introduced them.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet an adorable girls’ more adorable sister." He smiled at Sierra.

Sierra, who was nine at the time, just blushed.

"Have you ever surfed before?" He asked the younger girl.

She shook her head.

"You want to?" 

"Like in Lilo and Stitch?" Sierra grinned, excitement on her face.

"Exactly like Lilo and Stitch." JJ said.

Sierra looked at you, hope in her eyes.

"I don't know, Sie," you grimaced as you thought of all the possible outcomes, most of them being bad.

"Please, Y/N." Sierra begged, clasping her hands together.

"Yeah. Come on, Y/N/N. Please." JJ mimicked your sisters’ actions.

That's when they both started pleading, their voices almost blending together if it wasn't because their pitches were different.

"Okay, fine." You gave in.

"Yes!" They both high fived each-other.

You grabbed JJs wrist. 

"Please be careful. Watch her. Don't do the usual stupid stuff you and John B usually do," You started rattling on.

JJ grabbed your wrist.

"Don't worry. I'll keep her in one piece, breathing and conscious." He told you before grabbing Sierra's hand.

"Let's go before she changes her mind." He whispered to her before taking off towards the water, Sierra in tow.

****

"Where exactly am I going?" JJs voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"Oh, uh, the Strakams house." You answered.

He glanced over at you with a smile.

"What are you thinking about over there, angel?" He asked you, a sly smirk making his way across his face.

"Nothing unholy unlike you Maybank." You smacked him, knowing that his mind immediately went to the gutter.

"Oh, please. I'm the most holy person here in Outer Banks." He shot back, making an angelic look cross his face.

You rolled your eyes before taking your hand from his and swatting his arm lightly.

JJ just grabbed your hand back, bringing it to his lips so he could press a kiss to it.

"Such a hopeless romantic." You gushed jokingly as he brought your entwined hands down to rest on his thigh.

"I thought that was clear when I brought your mom a plant." He laughed, glancing at you again.

*******

You looked at yourself in the mirror once more before deciding you looked fine.

This was the first time JJ was meeting and hanging out with your family all at once for an extended amount of time. You two were just friends, but it was still important to you for your parents to approve of your friends.

They always seemed to know what a person was actually like.

Your dad met him a couple of months ago when you ran into JJ as he was leaving The Wreck and you two were entering. It was a brief conversation, but your father immediately recognized the name.

"You're the one who took Sierra surfing. She keeps bugging me to take her out now and teach her." Your dad said as he shook JJs hand.

"You surf, sir?" JJ asked as he pulled his hand away.

"Not as much as I used to, but whenever I get the time and motivation to." Your dad answered.

Then your mom met him earlier today.

"So this is the infamous JJ," she commented, shooting you a look.

"I've heard many things about you, Mrs. Y/L/N." JJ smiled politely.

"Like what?" Your mom raised an eyebrow.

"Lets just say, Mr. Y/L/N told me he was worried when he found out you were pregnant after he saw many plants make their way to an early grave." JJ carefully worded.

You put your hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh. You knew your dad often ran into JJ at The Wreck while your dad waited to pick up food, but you didn't know he talked to him. 

Your mother looked at you and you shook your head. 

"Not funny." You breathed, a serious expression on your face. 

"Absolutely not. He's going to be on the couch tonight." Your mother joked.

JJ laughed before your mom spoke again. 

"You should come over for dinner." She said, not beating around the bush.

You widened your eyes as JJ nodded.

"I would love to."

Now, you walked out of your room as you swallowed your nervousness.

A knock rang throughout the house, and you walked towards the door to answer it.

"I got it!" Sierra yelled, racing past you in her baby blue sundress.

She threw open the door to reveal the blonde, holding some gifts.

"Hey, Woodstock." He greeted the girl.

He extended his arm towards her, a plastic bag hanging from it.

"The bags for you," he told her.

She pulled it off his arm and looked into it before pulling out a bottle of some sort of alcohol. 

"Okay, yeah. That's not for you. That's for your father." He quickly said as he took the bottle from her hand.

She pulled out something else, a stuffed Woodstock with sunglasses on with a surfboard sewed to his wing.

She gasped before giving JJ a hug.

"He's adorable!" She screeched before running to her room.

Your dad walked into the living room as your sister dashed past him.

He shot his youngest daughter a confused look before turning back to JJ.

"Where'd you get that?" He asked, motioning to the bottle.

"Cabinet at home. My dad has yet to drink it." JJ lied.

Well, half lied. Yes, it was from the cabinet at home, but his dad had plans to drink it later tonight.

"Then we shouldn't let it go to waste. " your dad grinned as your mom entered the living room.

"Here," he said as he handed her an aloe plant, "this should be hard to kill."

You grinned at the boy who just shot you a wink as he walked over to greet you.

"You paid for that stuff right?" You whispered in his ear when he gave you a hug.

"Proof of purchase in my pocket." He smirked.

*****

JJ pulled up to the house, seeing Sierra sitting on the porch.

She walked to the backseat and opened the door, climbing in.

"Hey, Woodstock." He greeted her.

"Hey, Snoopy." She smiled at him.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

Both the girls nodded, and he made his way back to their house.

As you were grilling your sister for the reason she wanted to come home, the boy let his mind wander to how your family was more than willing to accept him into theirs.

He, subconsciously, brought your hand up to his lips again and pressed another kiss to ot.

"Gross." Sierra groaned from the backseat.

"Wait until you're older and have a boyfriend." You told her, turning to look at the younger girl. 

"Or girlfriend. We don't know her preference yet." JJ chimed in.

You nodded.

"Very true. But just know. I'll be right there teasing you on how mushy gushy you are." You continued.

Sierra rolled her eyes as you pecked JJ on the cheek just to gross her out with more affection. 

JJ laughed as he caught Sierra making disgusted faces in the rearview mirror.

The sisters talked as JJ looked out the window as he passed the beach on the way back. Smiling at the memory that popped into his brain.

*****

Your dad decided to take JJ out surfing. He needed to discuss something with him and decided it would be best to do it where JJ felt most safe.

It was a few months after you two started dating and it confused your parents when they'd hear, not only your voice, but JJs voice too late at night.

They liked JJ a lot, but closed doors and whispering voices along with the occasional whimper raised some suspicions.

They were teenagers once too, and they were familiar with the mind of teenagers

JJ didn't want anyone to know about what his dad did to him, and you were always the first person he turned to afterwards. He'd sneak into your bedroom through your window after asking if you were decent.

He'd always head over to John B’s after you had soothed him, though. He didn't want your family to get the wrong impression.  He just needed you to hold and comfort him after getting a brutal beating from his father.

After an hour of surfing, the two guys sat on their boards, letting the waves take them wherever.

Your father looked at JJ where a prominent bruise was displayed on his jaw.

"You know you can talk to me and Y/M/N about anything, right?" He asked the boy.

"Yes, sir." JJ nodded.

"Then let's discuss the pop of color on your face." Your dad said bluntly. 

Your dad never was one for beating around the bush. Hence why you were not too shocked when he asked at breakfast if you and JJ were... doing things… in your bedroom after him and your mother went to sleep.

You were still shocked though because you didn’t think your parents heard him in your room

You quickly told him no, which only made him more suspicious, demanding an answer to the question of why he was hearing JJs voice and some noises coming from your room late at night. 

You didn’t want your parents to get the wrong idea about JJ so you told them it wasn't your place to tell them what was going on exactly, but JJ only went home when it was necessary, often sleeping on John B's sofa.

You felt bad for even giving them that much, but your father just nodded and the next time JJ came over, he asked the boy if he wanted to go surfing this upcoming weekend.

"You know how some kooks get." JJ shrugged.

That was the truth. The bruise he was sporting on his face was from Rafe, no shock there, because Rafe always felt the need to talk about his friends.

And when it came down to it, he allowed no one to talk about his friends like that. 

"Fair enough. Did one of those brats give you the one on your rib too?" Your father asked.

This one wasn't as recent as the one on his face, he could tell.

JJ nodded, biting the inside of his cheek.

"You don't have to play it off like it was one of them. Y/N gave us a hint that your home life isn't that good," Your dad squinted at the boy as the sun shone at his face.

JJ sighed, slightly upset at you for telling her parents his business.

"Don't be mad at her. I confronted her and asked if there was anything sexual going on behind closed doors. I thought she was lying because of how fast she said no." He told the blonde.

JJ looked at the man before nodding, deciding to tell him what was happening so he knew nothing was going on.

"My dad likes to get physical sometimes." JJ shrugged as if it was nothing, "I go to Y/N/N afterwards cause she's… a safe space, I guess you could say. She listens to me and holds me for an hour or so and just lets me cry it out. But I swear, I always head over to John Bs and sleep there."

Your father nodded and a few minutes of silence spread over the two. 

"I don't know if you know this, but we have a spare room that's always opened for people who need to stay during a terrible storm. It still hasn't been used." Your dad told him.

This was his indirect way of saying that their house was always open to him and that he had more than one place to go.

"It'd be a shame if it went any longer without use after Y/M/N spent so much time and money into it." He continued.

JJ looked at him.

"The dresser just sits there, empty and dusty…" he trailed off.

"I guess we can't let a dresser just sit there and gather dust for the rest of its life." JJ whispered.

Your dad shook his head.

Another silence settled between the two of them.

"20 bucks says you can't ride that wave." Your dad nodded towards a wave.

"You’re on." JJ grinned.

*****

"JJ," You nudged him.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"Are you staying here or going to the Chateau?" You asked again.

JJ thought about it for a minute and he looked at your house.

"That poor box of Mac and Cheese has been sitting on the counter for far too long, yearning to be poured into a pot of boiling water." He smiled at you.

"Here it is." You smiled.

"Charlie Brown movie night!" Your sister hollered, opening the door and climbing out.

JJ shook his head, a smile on his face. 

You leaned over and pecked his lips, opening the door to get out.

"Mom and Dad are home." He commented.

You looked over to see your dad's car and nodded.

"We should call the whole gang over. Get the whole family together." He suggested.

You grinned at the thought as he opened the drivers side.

"Sounds perfect." You whispered before the both of you got out of the car.

You had some phone calls to make.

[allysartstuff]

Note: This has been drawn as a reference guide which is free to use if you wish to draw this character. However, please do not repost or claim as your own, thank you.

Finally, more Next Gen! Here's the ninth born and the eldest of The Young Five. Lucky Bug

Personality: Inquisitive, sarcastic, excitable, nervous, smart, easily embarrassed.

Likes: Insects, singing, wild adventures, camping, pretty things (and mares).

Dislikes: Discord’s interest in his love life, his eyes and horns, ponies staring, getting wound up.

Story;

Lucky Bug is the eldest son and second born of Fluttershy and Discord. He is the middle child, younger brother to Upsy Daisy and older brother to Hullabaloo.

Lucky was born out of unusual circumstances. He wasn't conceived inside the womb like Daisy was. In fact, Fluttershy and Discord were very careful not to have any more ‘accidents’ again. However, that was not meant to be. For a long time, Discord kept experiencing terrible stomach aches. According to the doctors, though, he was perfectly healthy. They were completely baffled as to where the source of the pain was coming from. It had gotten so bad that Discord sometimes couldn't get out of bed. Fluttershy tried her best to help her husband but nothing seemed to ease his pain. One day, the family were having breakfast when suddenly, Discord doubled over in pain, twitching and writhing until finally, he fainted. On the chair where he was now sat a large green and red dragon-like egg. Fluttershy, shocked and in a tizzy, rushed to get the vet, doctor and Twilight over while Daisy attended to her exhausted father. Nopony could explain why or how Discord developed an egg and laid it, not even Discord himself.

Nevertheless, once it was revealed that there was a Pegasus embryo inside, the pair made preparations for a new baby, despite their exasperation at another accident and Daisy’s confusion as to where babies actually come from. The egg was placed in an incubator and kept a close eye on for several months.

And in those several months, a lot happened. Eight year old Daisy was kidnapped and tortured for a week and even after she was rescued, she developed bad PTSD and other mental health problems and anxieties that would stay with her for the rest of her life. Starting a day after her rescue, Daisy hid in a kitchen cupboard for a month. She only came out once she realised the egg was beginning to hatch but it was struggling to do so. She helped the egg hatch properly and out popped a wailing green baby pegasus with pink hair. It was only after that did Daisy begin to get better mentally and went outside to see her friends. Baby Lucky didn’t know it, but he just about saved Daisy’s life.

Despite his unusual beginnings, Lucky enjoyed life as any ordinary pony would. He became best friends with the children of his parents’ friends, Berry Bubblegum, Lickety-Split, Opal and Forelle. As a foal, he was teased relentlessly by the local bullies about his red and yellow eyes and the fact that his coat was slowly turning yellow. This did unfortunately cause him to be very image conscious about these small things he couldn’t control but he always relied on his best friend Lickety-Split to chase those bullies away.

Lucky is the least chaotic out of the Fluttercord children. He had chaotic powers, sure, but rarely needed to use them and was a relatively well behaved kid. He only every got into serious trouble once. Like his mother, Lucky can talk to animals but he seem to only use this ability to communicate with insects. Fascinated by what he learned from the insects, he poured himself into learning everything and anything he could. To say he was utterly obsessed was an understatement and his bedroom became a safe haven for all things creepy crawly. When Lucky was ten, he went of exploring to find more bugs, both to observe their natural behaviours and to add to his collection. He was gone for two days, sleeping in the woods with no shelter and feeding of wild berries and mushrooms, yet he loved every minute of it. However, he didn’t tell his parents before he left. Discord and Fluttershy were beside themselves in panic, fearing he had been taken as well. Discord’s magic didn’t work on his children so he couldn’t locate him. They were hugely relieved when Lucky walked through the front door, smiling with mud in his coat, twigs in his hair, carrying his various bugs and a brand new cutie mark of a ladybug on a leaf on his flank. He was also super grounded once he told them where he had been.

His early teenage years were challenging. Despite hating his eyes and horns, Lucky was (and still is) considered to be very handsome by many mares at school. Some even find his eyes and horns attractive in an edgy way, even though, personality-wise, he is far from that. However, he did develop a liking to pretty mares but was far too shy to ask them out himself, prompting Split to literally shove him into his crushes just to get him to talk to them. Lickety-Split wasn’t always the best wingman but it was far better than Lucky’s own father. Once Discord caught Lucky staring dreamily at Opal, Rarity’s daughter. He immediately made it his new life mission to set them up, pushing him to talk to her, magically conjuring gifts for Lucky to give her and setting up this most romantic dates ever. Each attempt embarrassed and irritated Lucky more and more. Discord even got Upsy Daisy roped into it, but only because she saw this as another opportunity to wind up Lucky.

Thankfully, Opal didn’t mind too much. She actually did develop feelings for Lucky during the two dranconequis’ meddling and she really wanted a nice guy after being treated like dirt by the rich famous jerks in Canterlot. After another one of Discord and Daisy’s date set ups, the pair managed to sneak away. They had their own ‘not-really-a-date’, exploring the forests around Ponyville on a midsummer night. It wasn’t long before they confessed their mutual feelings to each other and began dating. Discord still takes full credit for the success, much to Lucky and Fluttershy’s annoyance.

In the current timeline, Lucky is eighteen and in his last year of school. He would like to study insects and bugs as a career and plans to go to university once he is done with school. He is still dating Opal. Unfortunately, Discord has yet to stop pestering Lucky about that.

Bits and Pieces

The reason for Lucky’s existence didn't come to fruition until many years after he hatched. Twilight found a very old scroll on dragonequi, which explained a very rare instance of reproduction in the species. If a dragonequus feels the deepest and truest of love for another, it begins to create an egg made of that love, regardless of gender or if the other is a different species. Otherwise, dragonequi make babies the normal way. Discord didn't know about it as he hadn't been around his own kind for a very long time. After learning this, both Daisy and Lucky were afraid of the same thing happening to them when they were in their own relationships but luckily that never happened.

Lucky and Daisy care for each other very much, especially since Daisy considers Lucky to be her life saver. However, Lucky is just far to easy to annoy and Daisy finds it very funny.

Lucky wasn’t born with horns. One day, he complained about having a terrible headache all day, which got worse after bedtime. In the morning, a sleep deprived Lucky, trudged into the kitchen with his family staring at him. He had literally sprung up two identical goat horns overnight. Mortified at the thought to going to school like this, he begged Discord and Daisy to remove them when his attempts failed. But no matter how many times they made them disappear, the horns grew right back immediately. Like his eyes, he has since learned to live with them but that didn’t stop an embarrassing day at school with everyone staring and giggling at him.

Lucky has a draconequus from but he prefers his pony image.

As a baby, Upsy Daisy was quiet and never fussed at night. Lucky was the opposite. Every night, he would scream so loud, Discord had to soundproof the cottage as to not wake all of Ponyville again and brake every single window. Both parents had very restless night in those early days.

Lucky uses his chaos powers for his bug research, such as shrinking down to an ant’s size to interact with a colony.

Lucky was born green, like his grandfather and uncle, but the green gradually faded to yellow as he got older.

Like his mother, Lucky has a beautiful singing voice, though he is more comfortable singing in front of others. He and Fluttershy like to sing together a lot. When Opal has had a bad day, she asks Lucky to sing for her and it soothes her every time.

Lucky’s godmother is Treehugger. While Treezy loves to hang out with her little dude of a godchild, Lucky is a little uneasy about her. Sure, she loved nature just as much as he did but she was all about spirit, embracing, chakras and other strange things while he was into studying nature and insects for research. Not that he hated her, she was just too...odd for him (ironic considering his family).

Lucky’s romance with Opal is ridiculously sugary sweet and playful. Despite their differing interests, they adore spending time together, teasing and flirting with each other while taking picnics together. However, unlike Opal’s brother Ace Dany and his boyfriend Bramble, they strictly keep their flirtiness private.

Lucky is terrified of Fluttershy’s stare, something that’s impervious to Daisy and Hullabaloo.

Lucky Bug © Me

My Little Pony © Hasbro

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Alpha! Paramedic Levi. Omega! Dancer Eren

"Come on, shorty! You never know, the omega of your dreams could lie just inside!" Rolling his eyes, Levi struggled to free himself from fake feather boa Hanji was wrapping around his shoulders. He'd been perfectly happy drinking at their usual spot. They hadn't needed to start this pub crawl. They hadn't needed to torture the innocent pub goers with Hanji's drunken shouting. When they'd left the bar, he'd hoped they were finally heading back to the hotel... instead, Hanji had hung out the limo until she saw the strip club... "How the fuck you got Moblit to marry you, I have no fucking idea" Cackling mischievously, Levi was propelled through the doorway. Why the fuck did he have to be on Hanji sitting duty? He might be gay, but he'd never had the urge to enter a strip club, let alone a strip club with Hanji, her big fat mouth, and the rest of her bridal party. Forced to sit in a booth that left his skin crawling, Levi doubted any omega worth his time would be slumming in a place like this. Reaching across the table, Hanji used her pointer fingers to push up the corners of his mouth "Lighten up! You're so grumpy!" Slapping her away, he tried his hardest to find something to bullshit out "I'm not grump, this place is just..." He cast an eye around the dark space. Other than the low lights behind the bar, and the small tacky fairy lights over the booths, the miah source of light was a rather sad looking stage and catwalk. A single male dancing awkwardly around a strippers pole, completely out of time with song over the speakers. Nope. He couldn't come up with a single nice thing to say about the joint, instead he could feel himself smearing as Hanji snorted "Calm down. Just because Romeo hasn't appeared yet, doesn't mean he won't" "Hanji, you do know how that ended right?" "We need more tequila, you've still got too many brain cells! Mark my words Levi, I will find you the omega of your dreams!" "I'll take a cleaner bar. Preferably without the mysterious stains and... what the fuck is that scent?" Placing her hand on his arm, Petra giggled "You're right Hanji! He's way too sober!" "I know right! Make sure he doesn't run away, I'll organise the drinks" If he could have run, he would. Hanji slid past her friend Rico, yelling to man behind the bar they needed drink. Covering his face, he really wished he'd run. Now he was stuck... trapped. With Petra fluttering her eyelashes at him. The tiny strawberry blonde woman didn't understand that he was gay, not even after 6 years of knowing him. There'd been a time when they hadn't spoken after she'd stubbornly questioned "How can you know you're gay, if you've never been with a woman?". This was followed up by the great "Can't you just try to be straight?" incident. It took Hanji playing peacekeeper and unavoidable circumstances at work for them to finally speak again. Their "friendship" strained since, and if not for Moblit begging him to make sure Hanji didn't pass out in a ditch, he wouldn't even have been out. He should be home, with his cat, a nice cup of Earl Grey, and a good book. He was a simple man, who valued simple things "Levi, are you listening?" Sighing, Levi looked to Petra "You weren't, were you? I was asking if you knew what the time was" "Isn't that what you have a phone for?" "Its flat silly, and you've got a watch on" Turning his left wrist, he looked down at the dial "It's a little after 9" How the fuck was it so early? After working all day, he was ready for sleep even before they'd headed out. It seemed like some cosmic insult that it was still stupidly early. Saved from replying by Hanji's return, he was helping himself to a shot as a rather loud group of alphas entered the club, who made it their immediate goal to harass the barkeeper who'd just been freed from Hanji's ramblings "You don't think they're going to cause any trouble, do you?" "It's fiiiiiine, Petra. Besides, it's not like Levi wouldn't step in and save us" Winking, Hanji downed her shot "You're on your own" "But Levi, I'm getting married! I can't rock up with a black eye" "Why not? I'm sure Moblit's going to expect some kind of injury" "You're an arsehole. Hurry up and start drinking already" Downing his own shot, he winced as the tequila burned. He hated the shit, and hated Hanji for forcing it upon him. It was about an hour later that things began to pick up. A tall blonde coming to the stage to announce it was time to "Get this party started". Having progressed from shots, Levi was nursing his cocktail. Petra was drunk enough that she was laughing at everything, while Rico and Nanaba where both chatting away with Hanji about her upcoming nuptials. This left his to his own thoughts, and to continue planning his escape route once Petra finally moved. The second the woman decided she needed the bathroom, he was going to make a run for it. Even if it meant hanging out the front of the establishment like a creep, until Hanji had had her fill of fun. The way the alphas were all crowding around the cat work, he doubted any of them would pick a fight with him. He wasn't an omega and he wasn't getting between them and one. Taking a sip from the blue concoction, he looked up as the catwalk lights dimmed and fake drumroll played. Hanji let out a squeel, turning in her seat to get a better view as if something exciting was about to happen. As the lights shifted from blue to yellow, the stage lit up and Levi choked on his drink. Ok. He had to admit the guy who'd just appeared on the stage was hot. Wearing a pair of angle wings and gold booty-shorts, every line of his perfect sunkissed skin was on display "Ladies and Gentlemen, let's give it up for Angel!" With a sultry smile, "Angel" blew a kiss to the crowd, before walking confidently towards the pole at the end of the catwalk. Fuck... He might be a famous "Ice Queen", but staring up at "Angel" he was only human. His mind jumping to how nice it would be to be buried between those long tanned legs... nope. He wasn't going there... nor was staring at the man's face and wondering what the moans falling from between those pouty pink lips would sound like. Hypnotised by "Angel", it suddenly occurred to him that the man was omega. The confidence of his moves, and his tall frame were hardly omega like, but the way the alphas were staring at him like he bitch in heat... he had to be an omega "Levi! Oh my gosh! Look how red you are, do you like him?" Levi scoffed "No. I'm watching those alphas. Who do you think's going to throw the first punch?" "Oh! Ummm..." He'd only just brought up the notion as a small commotion broke out, one alpha shoving another, causing a third to glare. Ending his routine, the omega went to make a break for it, only for two alphas to reach up and grab him. Falling badly, Levi winced as chairs and table were sent scraping. Security rushing over to the fight as the alphas began to move away from where the omega had fallen "Do you think he's alright? Should we check?" "Reiner! We need an ambulance..." Pushing Petra out the booth, the woman grumbled as Levi strode towards the scene, Hanji right beside him. Stopped by the barkeeper, Levi craned around the man to try and catch a glimpse of the omega. He could already smell the blood in the air, the guy had to be hurting "Sir, ma'am, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to go back to your seats..." "We're doctor's. You called for ambulance, well, we'll take a look at him while we wait for it" The barkeeper looked Hanji up and down, before looking to him "I'm a paramedic. She's the doctor" "Uh..." Looking around, the barkeeper nodded "Help him out. Zeke will have loose his shit if something happens to him" Kissing the man on the cheek, Hanji brushed past like it was nothing. Swapping to professional mode as they both finally laid eyes on the bleeding omega. Curled in on himself, there was a nasty gash to his head, while part of a glass has embedded in his left side from his fall. Levi felt like he'd been struck, his alpha enraged at the sight of a hurt omega. Even with the suppressants he took, he was still filled with the urge to help the kid out. Up close, it looked like the kid was still a teen "Levi, take his vitals for me. I need to check his chest" Moving the kid onto his back, bright green eyes blinked at him as if shocked "Hey cutie. I'm Hanji, can you tell me your name?" "E-Eren" Eren's eyes stayed locked on his "That's Levi. Don't worry, he's nowhere near as scary as he looks" "He looks constipated" Hanji snorted, while it was Levi's turn to blink in shock. He definitely wasn't expecting the kid to be so spirited, not with a fucking glass embedded in him "Oh Eren. You've just made my night" "How does it look?" "He's going to need surgery. I was hoping most of the glass had broken on impact, and that was why the bottom was flush to his skin... Eren, you're being very brave" He knew Hanji's false soothing too well. Peaking over, he sighed to himself. Hanji was right. A good portion of the glass was imbedded in Eren. The napkins Hanji had pressed against the wound site already red with the omega's blood. Coughing, small traces of blood appeared at the edges of Eren's lips "How long until that ambulance arrives?!" Yelling the question, Eren flinched at his tone "They're 10 minutes out!" Rico must have called in to find out for them. Hanji smiled wider, again, not a good sign "Hear that, help's on their way" Eren nodded, his eyes wandering back to looking at Levi "I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away" "Oh my god! Eren, you're too funny. Levi, I think he's flirting with you" "He hit his head, he's disoriented" "Do you have a map? I'm lost in your eyes" Hanji covered her mouth as she giggled, Levi's face reddening over Eren's attention "Calm down shitty brat. You're going to be fine" "I'm not a serial killer, but I'd like to take a stab at you" Moving her hand to fan her face, Hanji was loving every second of this "He's... he's like your soulmate!" The words forced out as her laughter grew "Shut up. He's probably just reacting because I'm an alpha" "But Levi..." Coughing wetly, Eren tried to struggle up "We need to roll him" "Got it" Eren's hand found his as he laid in the recovery position. The napkins had been replaced by a tea towel brought over by the barkeeper. Staring down at the brat, Levi swallowed hard. He couldn't deny he didn't feel some attraction to Eren, but it was foolish to even think anything would ever be there. It was obvious from the environment Eren worked in that the kid hadn't had the best of lives, and there was no way an omega like him wouldn't have an alpha. So why did his thoughts have to be filled with Eren? Why was he trying to memorise everything about the kid he'd just met? With his fingers against Eren's wrist, he tried to look like he was in charge and professional... and not having some kind of mid-life crisis over a perfect stranger "How's his pulse?" "Higher than I would have expected" "I can hear the sirens, do you know who's on tonight?" "It should be Gunther and Eld. Who's on in the ER?" "Mike" Eren would be in good hands... just not his hands "He'll be alright" "What?" "You're staring at him" "Oh... my mind was elsewhere" "Like in bed with a certain angel?" "You're not funny" "I'm hilarious. You should appreciate me more" "For dragging me into a strip club?" "Yep. Is he still conscious?" Looking up, Eren looked down at him "Yep. Conscious and Alert" "I guess I need to behave" "That would make a first" Eren coughed as he laughed weakly "Even the brat agrees" "Not brat... Eren" "It's ok, sweetheart. Levi is an oooold friend of mine. He's actually a sweetie, despite his foul mouth" "And Hanji here is a lunatic. Never believe anything she says" Eren laughed again, the pair glaring at each other over it. Cursing softly, Levi looked to find tears in Eren's eyes "You'll be fine" "My brother's going to be so mad" "Nah. He's going to be happy that you're ok" There was something in Eren's words that had Levi frowning. His mind was starting to make leaps when Eld and Gunther arrived. Making space, Hanji filled the pair in while Levi found himself being towed away by the barkeeper and outside to where the police had just arrived. Caught up giving this statement, he didn't even see Eren being taken away, only being informed by Petra after the fact. With the night ruined, Levi returned to his apartment for the night with a heaviness on his shoulders. He didn't have a shot with Eren, so why did the kid have to be in his head?

[idealisticrealism]

Blindspot 3x02 recap

Aka the one where the team has to get their groove back

Ah, man. I always intend to do these straight after the ep but then damn life always gets in the way and now suddenly somehow it’s about 12 hours until the new episode airs… let’s see how quickly I can smash through this one then, huh? (Answer: not very quickly lol)

As usual, many thoughts to be found beneath the cut.

Look I’m not really a fan of hunters or white men who are overly attached to their weapons, but murdering a couple of dudes just because they stumbled upon your shady militant business seems a lil bit rough tbh

Ugh Weller is cooking for his lady he’s such a cutie pie and ugh Jane slept so deeply, when was the last time she slept well?? But ugh they’re really settling back into being around each other and HE COMPLIMENTS HER HAIR and tbh I like it best when it’s the classic ‘Jane Doe’ short look but this is super cute (and better than the wavy hair from last ep). And wow I feel like we’re burning through a lot of topics in this brief scene bc now they’re talking about how Jane disappearing pretty much bankrupted Weller (man, that’d have to add some guilt to the pile), and then it comes up that Jane is now vegan and tbh I have a slight problem with this new fact. Like okay being vegan is fine, but firstly they already had at least dinner together the night before, so this kinda should have already come up, right? And secondly I kinda feel like her being vegan now is just a somewhat clumsy way of the writers showing how these two have both ‘changed’ and ‘don’t really know each other like they used to’. I honestly expected her to be joking, and for that little joke to actually demonstrate that while they’re not exactly the same as they were, they also haven’t radically changed. But nevermind, I guess. It provided the necessary setup for Weller’s question about any other surprises-- following which Jane says nothing about the passports and cash she’d hidden-- which is what the writers really wanted to get out of this scene anyway.

Poor Stuart, Patterson really does not like sharing her lab. But technically he’s right, it is his lab too. And omg he and Zapata giving Patterson shit about her app is priceless. I think it might have been unintentional on his part but Zapata sure ran with it and I am loving her sly grin rn lol. But aw Patterson why you gotta growl at lil puppy Stuart so much?? He doesn’t have the tattoo solving experience you have, and plus, I seem to remember you obsessing over certain specific tattoos and getting distracted from the rest… though maybe the David experience put a stop to that, I guess, and you subconsciously don’t want Stuart to head down that same path. And then lol Weller strides in and tells Patterson he wants to solve one specific tattoo today and ooooh she is pissed, whereas Zapata’s having more fun rn than she did in her entire year at the CIA. I knew you missed this, girl. And then Weller says he solved part of the tatt and she’s immediately like ‘excuse me? By yourself?’ and looks doubtful (and also possibly concerned? It’s not something dodgy is it??). But omg “I’m not just a handsome face, Tasha” hahahaha. And yeah yeah we know about Roman and Berlin, though it’s news that there’s a specific sequence to these tattoos and that Roman is supposedly trying to help save the world. And now the team is crackin’ and ugh Patterson to Stuart “What a math whiz you are” and on one hand it’s funny but on the other c’mon mate, go easy on him. He’s barely more than a baby. Anyway ten she pulls some wizardy stuff with the tattoo and they figure out that it marks a spot up near the finger lakes. But then Jane realises that it may connect with the pre-existing tattoo in the same spot-- the left breast, apparently, thanks Stuart (next time answer a little slower, buddy) and omg she gives him this tiny, amused (but not mocking) smile as she repeats ‘left chest area’ and ugh I’m so glad to see someone being sweet to Stuart.

So the team updates Reade on the sitch, which feels a lil weird, and he’s hesitant to let them rush out and blindly follow the tattoos like Weller wants to, bc he’s worried about them being manipulated again, and oooh Weller gets all grumpy about it. Boys, boys, play nice. Jane gently convinces Reade into it, while Weller continues to grump. Dude, I don’t particularly think Reade should be in charge, but the fact of the matter is that he IS in charge, so you should be watching your tone. It doesn’t matter that you have inside info that this is a time-sensitive situation, that is still not a respectful way to address a superior officer. And then lol they go out and search for hours until Reade tries to make them go home “I don’t wanna just quit”/“it’s not quitting if it’s an order”. Lol poor guy, it’s like dealing with a bunch of headstrong kids some of the time. And then suddenly a satellite literally crash-lands right near them, and is pretty much immediately descended on by a bunch of military-esque guys. Notice that Weller is calling the shots again? Old habits die hard, I guess. Poor Reade….  

Stuart is still obsessed with that same tattoo and PAtterson is still annoyed by it. Reade and Weller walk in with a chorus of ‘so what have you got?’ and again, Weller, time to back down, buddy. This ain’t your team anymore. Lol “we’re not following hunches”/“We just followed Weller’s hunch…” ugh poor beleaguered Stuart. He just can’t catch a break. And sigh, looks like Rich won’t be helping out this ep. Bummer. Ooooohhh but Reade gives the orders and then calls Weller into his office, who definitely has an odd look on his face as he looks at their reversed positions either side of the desk. And omg Reade brings up the tattoo and Weller’s all ‘oh yeah I was right about that’.  Uh excuse me??? I’m not even on this team and even I don’t like your tone one bit, you insolent little preteen! Come on, Weller, this level of juvenile pettiness should be below you. After all, Reade is raising a very valid question about how it was that he just happened to solve the tattoo on the very day that the satellite fell-- which means he’s onto you, buddy. I’d be treading with a little more care and a little less jerkishness, if I were you….

Oh hi Sydney! Oh man when was this filmed??? I stg if they were there when I was there in September…. But oooh damn Roman is getting into some deep stuff here at this support group. Oh hey! I know that guy, he was in an ep of Timeless. And I think possibly in some Aussie ad? Idk. And yep, I don’t care if it’s my native accent, hearing it in an American show is always freakin weird. At least he’s a legit Aussie and not putting on a terrible fake accent haha. And ok I know he’s not but it kind of feels like he’s almost hitting on Roman haha? But in actuality I’m pretty sure Roman has orchestrated this whole thing. Also this dude lives in The Rocks??? He must be loaded, wow. And lol, it’s never too early for a beer in Australia, unless of course you’re me, in which case ‘never’ is too early for a beer haha.

Oooh boy, Stuart, it’s probably not a good idea to literally take the words out of Patterson’s mouth. She really does love briefing the team and showing how smart she is, which in this case involves her having figured out who the satellite belonged to. The representatives of ProtechSat arrive, though are greatly confused since they’re not missing a satellite-- at least, until they see the one in the lab. “Oh, this is for sure ours” hahaha. And then they proceed to have very restrained freakouts and make multiple phone calls as they realise exactly which satellite it was and what it did, while the team gets more and more impatient waiting for answers “getting a little suspicious here guys”/”lotta red flags” hahaha I love the sass in this team. And then lolll the whole ‘We’re from the DOD” exchange and the explaining of the acronyms is priceless. Turns out, though, that the US has a missile shield thingy via a network of satellites, and now with the black box from the crashed one, someone could technically turn it off. Lol at Tasha’s “great, now I have to make a phone call” haha. And Stuart suddenly gets the company name and damn I love this show’s subtle humour. Uh oh, apparently North Korea is priming their missiles, which means possible nuclear war. Geez, high stakes or what. Oh hold up, as long as a single satellite in the network stays functional, the shield stays in place. Who wants to bet that they stop the bad guys just as it counts down to one or two satellites left?? And then lol “stuart’s got something” “Really??” damn Patterson, be nice lol

Stuart has discovered the situation with the hunters, which leads them to a trail cam that shows the ringleader’s face-- and Jane knows him. She worked with him doing K&R, and knows several of his aliases. Reade is immediately thinking of the ramifications of her previous work, but Zapata and Patterson both immediately jump to her defense. Aw, my girls! And then Weller’s all grumpy again over this discovery and tbh I don’t understand why?? As far as I recall, he didn’t ever directly ask her what she’d been doing while she was gone, and rescuing kidnapping victims certainly doesn’t seem like a bad thing?? Like, so what if she worked with some questionable people for the greater good? Geez, Weller, you’re more hormonal in a single day than many girls are throughout their entire teenage years. Chill out, son.  

Back in the motherland, these rather similar looking dudes are bonding over more beers, and ugh Roman is telling him the truth about Shepherd and Jane. “Half the time I want my sister back, half the time I want to kill her”--- who wants to bet that that’s going to be a running theme of the season lol? And then haha “you’re next beer’s going to be a water” uh mate he’s American, the beer he’s used to practically IS water loll

Jane finds Weller in the locker room to apologise, which imo isn’t warranted, but whatever. And he says that she ‘did what she had to do’ and I LOVE that she corrects him and tells him that she did it bc she WANTED to? That’s right, girl, don’t let him alter your narrative to fit his views. And then he judges her about people she may or may not have killed/let die and dude. Duuuude. You’re being an assssss. Good thing Patterson has found some info on their bad guy. Sidenote, but I think the writers managed to slip in a subtle dig about gun control in there and I’m super impressed? Anyhow Patterson shows them the guy’s safehouses she found, which Jane is immediately able to narrow down to one based on her skills and her personal knowledge of the guy. Nice work, honey! And then they bust in there and oooh “this is for Paris”-- ok I need that backstory right now, please and thank you. We see some Korean guys in a car who have apparently already discovered that their contact is blown, but they apparently have an ace up their sleeve. Uh oh….

Oooh Zapata is ranting to Patterson about ‘Assistant Director Reade’ and man it’s weird hearing her use his title. Patterson tries to highlight things from his perspective (with another lil jab from Tasha about her app making it in there haha) and then tells her she might just need to figure out a new balance, likening it to her own ‘friends who hate each other’ thing with Stuart, and Zapata’s all ‘yeah no he definitely doesn’t know that that’s what you are’ and Patterson suddenly feels all bad. As you should, honey, coz you’ve been kinda mean to him this whole time. But aww she says she’ll be better and fix things and ugh I love seeing my babies listen to each other and work to improve themselves. Of course all her good intentions do kind of go out the window when she discovers that Stuart is back to using their processing power on his pet tattoo, and advances on him so suddenly that he literally knocks stuff off his desk in his haste to back away. Ugh the poor kid is terrified of her, despite being practically twice her height haha. She does make a good point that the nukes are all still live and the threat is far from neutralised, though. And lol she refers to the hacker as a he and the ProtechSat guy pipes up in the background “Or she!” and Patterson is all, “Exactly, women can be hackers too, Stuart!” and omg I shouldn’t laugh but the poor guy is so flustered rn and totally scared of her, and Zapata is in the background with her face in her hand hahahaha.

Oooh Reade comes in and diffuses the situation by being completely oblivious to it haha, just as he misses the sass Tasha directs his way. Then he goes in to interrogate the dude they caught and lol when he suggests he’s the hacker the dude is all “Do I look like a nerd?” Ouch man, didn’t you know anyone can be a hacker? Lol. And then “is that the good Korea, or the bad one?” okay I kinda like this guy haha, can we see more of him? Weller is definitely less impressed, taking the opportunity to shame Jane a little more for her past career choices, and dude you better get down off of that high horse before you FALL off of it. You’re hardly one with any right to be throwing stones here. But at she stands her ground, and he backs off a little. You go, Jane.

Oooh Reade is getting a pep talk from Hirst; she thinks he’s overcompensating now that the team is back. Well, that’s probably true. But on the other hand, certain members of his team (*cough* Weller *cough*) are also being prigs. Speaking of people who are being butts today, the bad dude (who is a butt) gets a visit from Jane (who has a nice butt) and there’s lots of sass being thrown around-- “I liked you better when you were unaffiliated” “Funny, I never liked you at all” hahaha yaaaassss my queeeeennnn. Oooh but hold on, he knew about her bounty? And didn’t act on it, due to a mysterious person called Clem telling him not to touch her. Wow, Clem must be powerful. They’re probably a dude, too, but just saying I have an Aunty Clem and though she’s a 5ft nutritionist with a pixie cut and giant glasses, I could totally see her as a mastermind/commander figure haha. I guess they already did the ‘Surprise! This character you’ve been hearing about is actually a woman!’ reveal with Shepherd tho. But anyhow based on Jane’s chat with her old work buddy, there may be a leak in the team-- and of course the first suspect is the ProtechSat guy who happens to be a POC. Original. It’s only when he has an alibi--- sidenote, why was he at the hospital overnight I really wanna know-- that anyone even remembers that oh yeah, he has a colleague who has also been there the whole time, and who they now know had the means to frame him. But I mean she’s a pretty white lady, so who could blame them for not suspecting her til now? (#me #Icould) Aaand now the innocent lil white lady just killed two poor dudes and is about to give the baddies the means to nuke the whole country. Good work, team.

Back by the bay, the beardy boys are bonding beautifully. Poor Aussie dude just really wants to make sure Roman isn’t a risk to himself-- but he doesn’t realise that he’s the one at risk. Roman deliberately targeted him, drugged him and is about to kill him. And ughhh the poor guy is all ‘I don’t wanna die’ and Roman seems to almost regret that he has to do it bc he seems to genuinely like him and duuuude just don’t do it! Don’t kill him! Be a better person!

The ProtechSat guy helped them figure out where the hacker chick is, which I’m super satisfied by bc the guy that they wrongly accused has now just helped save their asses. And Jeller are racing there, and Jane tells Weller she loves him, but it’s with a look of almost trepidation on her face, like when a dog thinks you’re mad at them so they’ll come up and lick your hand and try to be extra cute and lovable. At least Weller immediately says it back, then reassures her that he’s not mad at her, but at Roman for orchestrating all this, and tells her that they can’t let him drive them apart. Mmmm-hmmmm, this is the time when you mention that you ALSO have something to confess, boy! But nope, looks like we’re not free of the hypocrisy yet. Anyhow the team dashes into the building (awkwardly hiding their guns from all the kiddies), guided by Patterson to the planetarium where they find a dead Marcy. Also the voiceover narrating about asteroids and meteorites sounds very much like it’s an analogy for this show’s characters… meanwhile the team is suddenly being shot at, a (male or female, thanks guys) hacker is shutting down all the satellites, Patterson is yelling… it’s just like old times. And finally the team functions like old times, and Reade and Tasha manage to cover Jeller long enough for them to go and take out the hacker and his guards in a kickass lil showdown-- leaving them with two satellites playing Atlas and holding the whole thing together. Lol at Reade losing his comms and being like ‘So did we win or did we get nuked?’ haha. And then awwww the team’s all gathered back at the lab and Reade is giving a lil speech and I’m so proud of them. Also no drinking in the lab is a new rule-- I feel like this was somehow put in place because of Rich haha.

Aw, damn, Roman really killed him. Well, that sucks. But he needed his identity or whatever, so fine. But omg it’s hilarious watching Luke pretend to ‘learn’ how to speak with his own native accent haha. Also when are they going to explain the absence of the scar???

Oh boy. Weller is cooking tofu sticks, which is not going at all well, but it’s a sweet gesture. And yet again I kind of expect Jane to say she was joking about the whole vegan thing, idk why lol. But ugh he’s all ‘I’m trying so hard’ and I really do feel bad for him rn. He’s scared that bc there’s so much about her now that he wasn’t part of, that it will mean he’ll never really have her back or something. But um dude, literally everyone else in the world is with someone who has years of experiences that don’t include them?? Like with her memory wipe, her entire existence is pretty much only like 4 years long at this point, and she was with you for 2 and a half of those. Most people are with someone who lived twenty or more years before knowing them. So I suggest you reassess a bit here, buddy. But then again I know you’re only scared of losing her again, which is probably a fear you’ll carry forever (which as we know, is a situation I am displeased with the writers about). But ugh Jane basically suggests going out on a date which is cute, and Weller’s all ‘no go we’re broke’, and she’s all ‘well actually’ and shows him her giant stash’o’cash. And it’s one of those bittersweet moments bc yes she kept it from him but she was keeping it for an emergency, and had likely planned to tell him once she had realised how dire things had gotten financially. Thankfully Weller decides to focus on the positive, and well, they don’t make it to that date….

Awww Tasha shows up at Reade’s apartment and there’s sass and it’s cute and he apologises and then she’s all oooohhh you’re on a date?? But NO OMG he has a GIRLFRIEND and she looks VERY FAMILIAR and ooooohhhhhhhhhh boyyyyyyyy this is gonna get awkwardddddddddddd  

Meanwhile Patterson is repeatedly calling Stuart to try to apologise and explain her recent behaviour which I really approve of and appreciate, and ugh she tells him he’s good at his job and ugh she’s actually gone to his apartment to see him but oh shit the door is busted in and please tell me he just went back to the lab to work late please please please oh shit oh nooooooooooooooo. Stuarttttttttttttt!! Oh my baby this is so unfair, you deserved so much better….  (Also poor Patterson ugh)

[jeshikawa]

Went to a debate contest today! Eleven hours of my life… gone! It wasn't fun and I'm glad I don't have to do these often at all.

My school got knocked out early and it was sad because they worked hard and invested a lot and lost on a bit of a technicality (if it’s a tie, the negative side wins by default based on the calculations). But 85% of them are first years so this was a learning experience for them. I told them they may have lost but they got to go home early and isn’t that the best prize of them all? Told them to go to starbucks, by some frapps, feel bad for a little bit bc they deserved to feel bad, but they deserved to not feel bad for too long.

The older sister of one of my students recognized my name and put the school name and me together and figured out who I was. She went on to talk about how her little brother really likes English because of me and always has funny stories to tell about something I said or did in class so she was glad to get to meet me. What a cutie... 

under the cut: tl;dr i have a lot of feelings about schools that have to struggle

I judged one debate and it was just brutal. A first time school against the top school in the prefecture. They were totally smashed. It was awful. They were embarrassed. They didn't get upset because they didn't expect to do well. I felt bad. There wasn't time for comments (because these things always run late) so we told the teams to come speak to us after for comments and the winning team did because they recognized me from the bus and just wanted to say hi. The other team just sat awkwardly to themselves and I waited about an hour to see if they would approach any of the judges and they didn't.

So I went to them!!!

Even if they got totally smashed, I had to tell them what they did good and what they could improve on. Their pronunciation was very good, it was super easy to understand because they were so clear. They had good arguments but didn't have sources to back them up and sources are important. They couldn't rebuttal because they couldn't understand the other team but I feel like they easily could have since they were clearly understanding me when I was talking to them. I asked them if they were nervous and politely indirectly asked if they'd already given up when they saw what school they were up against and met them for the first time (and they did). I told them they got really good marks on pronunciation and just!!! I feel like they have so much potential. I think they were missing the confidence, preparedness, and critical thinking component to do well in debate but they clearly have what it takes to be solid in a recitation or speech contest if they can work on presentation (confidence).

AND THEY STARTED CRYING because they were clearly really embarrassed and trying to act like they never cared and didn't care but they really did. :( :( :( I WAS SO SAD FOR THEM.

But we ended up talking for a good hour after they calmed down and I told them I really really really hoped they'd be at other contests and that if they did those, they would be super ready to try debate again next year. Debate is hard in your native language. It's harder in a second one. It takes a lot of practice and preparedness and confidence do a lot. I KEPT TELLING THEM their English is really really really good and I think they have a very strong chance at other contests so I hoped they would try. :(

About half an hour later, the JTE came to talk to me and said I really put the students in a good mood and two more students wanted to try speech contest when term started. They'd asked their new ALT for help!!! And the new ALT was super duper down. He thanked me a lot for making them feel better and saying kind things to them… and we talked a lot and I learned a lot about their school! It was their first year competing. All of them were first years. This was the biggest their English club had ever been and the best so the JTE wanted to try but the students didn't understand what they were getting into got a bad luck draw on the first round so he was afraid they'd give up for good.

The new ALT came to thank me later too!

And I just have so many feelings for kids from schools that have to struggle a little more since I went to Title I schools my whole life and every competition was always a struggle, even at things we were good at. Like, I love my placement. I think I have the best placement in JET tbh. It’s such a great school. But I miss being in the rougher schools with kids who need a little more help.

I don’t have to do the speech contest but if I can and I’m free, I want to see if they really go through.

[summersnowdrops]

GOT7 Flight Log: Turbulence in LA Recap

So where do I even start because this honestly was a really really good experience

So first off, for the first time in all the concerts I’ve been to, there was no security check? Which was great because we actually all got into the venue and our seats within 10 minutes max of being in line! But at the same time I feel like it could be potentially dangerous because you never know what might happen. 

So I got into the venue pretty early so I went to go find where my seat was and then went to go wait in the insane bathroom line so I wouldn’t have to go during the actual fm. While I was waiting in line, this girl in front of me asked if we were allowed to bring in water bottles because she thought we weren’t allowed to and was super thirsty so I offered her some of mine and she thanked to me and told me papa tuan had arrived outside and was taking pics with people outside but I was already inside so I couldn’t go back outside.

But anyways so after the bathroom I went back into the venue and as I was entering I heard all these screams and people waving and a mob in my aisle and thought got7 was here but there was mob so I couldn’t see. I went to sit down and asked the girls next to me what happened (I was sitting second from the aisle on the right) and they told me that Papa Tuan was actually sitting right across the aisle from us, hence the huge mob. The whole two rows were full of Mark’s family and they were sooo nice and sweet and patient even when hordes of fans were asking for a picture with them. Eventually a security guard had to step in and literally stand in front of Mark’s dad and physically prevent people from asking him for pictures. The whole time he was super nice to the fans and indulged them and it was also really cute because they received a lot of goodie bags and gifts from fans and also had a light up board for Mark that had ‘Tuan” on it in Chinese. We (the girl sitting next to me that I made friends with) also wanted to go up and ask for a picture but didn’t want to be annoying or rude and crowd them too so we held ourselves back haha. But we did get a picture at the end and Mark’s dad was so nice he even asked if we wanted to take a video which we did but neither of us were prepared for a video so it’s really just a super awk video of us smiling in the camera for 5 seconds haha. I really wanted to say something to them but I blanked and also my Mandarin isn’t good enough to say anything substantial unfortunately.

But moving on to the fanmeet itself, IT WAS SO GREAT. I think they performed like 5 songs - Hard Carry at the end, Just Right, Prove It, Boomx3 (Jinyoung asked Double Bam to introduce the song lol), Fly (THIS WAS SO GOOD LIVE), and other songs which I totally blanked on, also I think No Jam ?? also maybe home run?

But in between they had like a Q&A questions with questions from fans written on post-its and each member picked one.

The first one was Jackson’s question and it was for all the members - “What is your ideal type?”

He made Yugyeom go first lol the poor baby who says his type was a cutie sexy igot7 I think, and bam bam says his was similar, mark says his was igot7, jaebum said he has none, jinyoung was like ‘just one word. you!’, and youngjae pointed at a girl in the crowd and said you and she cried and the mcs were like dude you made her cry and yj was like half laughing but also felt bad so he told her not to cry which tbh I’m sure made her cry more hahaha. But jackson said his ideal type was a girl who only loves him because ‘you can’t share girls you know???’ and said he’d see those who were interested after the show. Most of the members tried to speak in English most of the time which I appreciate but I could see them struggling but still trying which was super cute. 

They also asked for their favorite disney movies to which jinyoung answered toy story and mark said storks? and also dumbo I think which is really a great movie I am also a fan. And Jaebum really likes La La Land and the members made fun of him saying he also knew the OST lol and they made him sing a couple lines from it.

Jinyoung’s question was his first impression of the members lol and he said he first impression of jackson was that he was a hk actor lol, mark was darker than he is now, youngjae was really cute, bambam was TINY like 3 ft tall and jackson being jackson was like no like THIS tall and gestured like 1 ft above the ground and eventually got on the ground pretending to look for bambam cus he was so small haha. jaebum he said he knew jaebum for 7 years and he used to be more quiet and stuff and yugyeom he thought was older than him lol. 

Jaebum’s question was what inspires him when he writes/makes music I think and he said that like it comes from his imagination but also the fact that people are listening to what he creates gives him the motivation and moves him to keep doing it and thanked us for being the reason (he said it almost all in korean and mumbled a lot so sorry if I missed something).

There was also a question to JB about why he likes or what he likes most about RnB and he said he liked that the beat isn’t that strong but chill so he can jam and also he just likes it lol.

It was a little awk because some of the members picked questions directed towards other members but it all worked out so it was okay.

There was also a question asking for bambam and yugyeom to do juju on that beat and they did and it was so cute and everyone went crazy.

After they did another song and then was the game time !! They passed out raffle tickets when you first came in and drew them and if you won you would be paired with a member for a game of like korean hacky sack they called it and I guess there were two rolls of tickets they used - one started with 264 or 294 and another roll started with 918 (my type) and obv no one shuffled the tickets or mixed them because 6/7 members picked a ticket starting with 2 and I died because why why why did no one shuffle but jackson got a 918 at the end and was confused and asked if all the tickets were supposed to start with 2 because his didn’t and he was confused and half the place screamed because FINALLY we had a chance which I guess jackson took as a cue that nope there was nothing wrong with the ticket. obv I didn’t get to go on stage but tbh with only 1/7 even picking a 918 ticket, I literally had probably a 1/600 chance so yeah.

But anyways while the fans who got picked were lining up, got7 played the guess the song game and were very into it but also very bad lol. jinyoung like gave up halfway and put his head on top of the speaker to hear better but i was like woah kid calm down are you trying to go deaf please be careful. but eventually even the mc felt bad for him and gave him a chance and i think (?) whispered the answer to Jinyoung but he either didn’t hear it or what because he still answered wrong lol and was like he (the mc) told me! youngjae was very good at this game and jackson and everyone else was a mess lol. and bambam had the most dramatic baaaaaaammmm when he wanted to answer. the punishment if you got the answer wrong was to to ahgase (basically a baby bird squat thingy and flap their arms it was so cute) 

next was the fan game where they had to hacky sack and everyone introduced their partners and asked their favorite song and bambam called his partner noona after he found out her age and jackson was really happy because his partner was from china but also lw salty because her bias was jinyoung haha everyone was kinda bad at this besides jinyoung and his partner who got like 15?? and everyone was like woaahhh and they had really good chemi and did like a little pose and when he asked what her favorite song was he whispered to her so she said her favorite song was his song lol. and youngjae’s asked her age and she answered who’s that and he was like wait what oh okay what’s your favorite song and she said who’s that and he was like YOU DON’T LIKE REWIND?????? but anyways mark ending up beating jinyoung and his partner and was so happy he hugged his partner and picked her up (she was this small cute girl with light up green shoes) and everyone SCREAMED lol. jaebum’s partner got one and he was like YES to be supportive and then he got one lol and was like YES to save face it was great. bambam let his partner go first and was like ‘my queen go first’ and i died it was so cheesy and yugyeon went last and accidentally hit his partner with the thing they were kicking and she played along and pretended to fall down and he fell down and they hugged after and it was so cute she was nice and funny.

Hmm after this I don’t really remember what else happened besides more songs during which I screamed my lungs out and probably creeped out and annoyed the people next to me with my screaming. 

During the ending speeches, yugyeom thanked all the fans for their burning passion and love, bambam said la felt like a second home and really really liked it and would come back soon and cooler and shock us?? i forgot what jaebum said but mark spoke in english and said he really appreciated la fans because it was because of us that he could come back to see his family and said they counted on us every time they came to the us and maybe they would come back for kcon or some other time this year?? his family next to me cheered a lot during this and the crowd awww’ed a lot. i also don’t exactly remember what jinyoung said but i’m sure it was along the lines of thank you and i love you and we’ll be back soon. jackson also spoke in english and basically said happy new year and that haters will never be satisfied so to live doing what you like and what you want to do because it’s your life. and last but not least youngjae was the cutest little thing he thanked us and said la made him happy but also he was really happy because someone he really liked was here (elliot yamin) and the mc asked who it was and youngjae was like please turn on the lights where is he and the lights above the balcony turned on and everyone pointed to elliot yamina and sanjoy and their other friend and people screamed and the mc/members got youngjae to sing ‘wait for you’ to elliot yamin and it was so cute he was so happy. 

and then the members waved and left but there was an encore and everyone ran down to the stage for the encore and originally the security guard wouldn’t let people pass and was like physically pulling people back but eventually let us go and i found out later that mark’s dad was the one who walked up and asked the security guard to let us go but she said no and he said just let them go up and she let us go PAPA TUAN IS SO NICE HOW but anyways it was very squished and hot up front and a girl idk used me as an armrest to record ?? i didn’t even know her and another girl had her arm like pushing against my face and pushing my head out of the way trying to record. but the members were taking fan’s phones and taking selfies of themselves and members and the crowd and taking videos and i saw jaebum up close and jinyoung they’re so so goodlooking and yugyeom paid a lot of attention to our side of the stage and they sang no jam and it was so great. after the encore, i went back to my seat and we asked mark’s dad for a picture and he literally looked so HAPPY when we were the ones who were asking for a picture not him but he was so nice.

and then they asked everyone who wasn’t p1 or p2 to leave and checked wristbands and p1 went first with the group photo and it was so different from normal group photos where it’s like just the members standing and fans sitting and just a simple picture. everyone was back hugging or holding hands with the fans except jaebum the awk child who held thumbs up signs or made faces but literally did not touch the fans and i regret not doing p1 because it was just advertised as a group photo but literally the chairs are all in a line so as you leave the stage you also get a hitouch. but halfway through the staff realized their mistake and put staff members in between the chairs and got7 (who i am now gonna call gotsob (shout out to arandelly for this) because they make me sob with happiness/they’re so kind/goodlooking/talented/what is wrong with them sometimes)

anyways for the the hitouch my friend and i were originally really close the front of the line but we got so nervous because we didn’t know what to say to the members or even if we should say anything and who should we talk to so we stepped out of line to brainstorm and all of the sudden the members were gone and we were like what?? but then the mc was like people have been doing hitouch and getting back in line so we’re gonna figure it out and bring them back out after but if we catch another person doing that we will cancel the whole thing so during the wait the best thing i could think of was to tell jaebum i love him (typical but all i could think of) and jackson to come back soon in canto (because i personally get excited just hearing cantonese spoken at school (i got to ucla so its lot of koreans and not a lot of canto people so i imagined jackson would be even happier hearing canto because hk and he lives in korea) but they rearranged the order of members after they came back out (it used to be jaebum second from the front and jackson at the end of the line but now it was jackson first then jaebum right after) so i was too nervous to say anything to jackson because he was first and then it was jaebum but jackson was so nice and smiley and jaebum had a slight smile but still a little awk and youngjae was super super sunshiney so that made me less nervous and bambam was also very smiley and all the members made eye contact when you passed by which was really sweet and for yugyeom i had to reorient myself and look up because he was so tall and mark was like saying bye to everyone as they passed by and jinyoung was last but he didn’t really make eye contact because he was looking at the next person behind me so basically i highfived him while staring at his side profile lol and awk saying bye to all of them. there was actually enough time for me to say something to all the members but i had no idea what to say so i literally just stared at them and smiled as i walked by so i’m pretty sure they thought i was unenthusiastic and awk and gah i am ashamed

also one thing I noticed was jaebum kept putting on his hood during the songs??? I’m not sure if it was too bright or he was trying to focus or the lights hurt his eyes?? or if that’s what he normally does?? It was the first time I’ve seen him do that so I wasn’t sure. Like i understand people put up their hoods when they’re dancing but he just did it for like the whole song??? even fly which is kind of an upbeat song? 

also during the song game jaebum said his name really cute so everyone was making fun of him like jaebeom ! jaebom!

so that was basically my recap of the fanmeeting, hopefully it was slightly interesting??