#i need to get this man pregnant /hj

[idontchara]

I will not apologize for the person I'm going to become when boothill is finally playable in star rail

[the-s1lly-corner]

How they react to you telling them you're pregnant

Obligatory reader is afab but like most of my posts they're gn/gendered pronouns aren't used

Slenderman;

Cue the confusion

Pregnant?

Surprised more than anything, he didnt think that he could get you pregnant considering you're both different species

And also he didnt think he was fertile; at least not in the normal sexual reproduction way

Kinda just

Accepts it

Now do I think he would be a good dad?

Maybe? He wouldn't be horrible or absent, but some human things are still foreign to him, including raising a child.. so hes probably going to need a decent amount of guidance

I feel like he'd also be a helicopter parent? He already watches you like a hawk, he'd probably start doing the same with his kid as they get older

"Hey (kid name) who's that tall white boy following you??" "Oh that's my dad"/j

Becomes more protective of you during the pregnancy and the weeks after

Takes it in stride tbh

Splendorman;

Pause

Before you start to worry he scoops you up

Also thought it wasnt possible, but is hyped when he finds out the news

He WILL pamper you... may also dip into overbearing territory, though

He just doesnt want you or the baby to get hurt

He says goodnight to the bump later on in the pregnancy tbh

Oh you know hes gonna be decorating their room and giving them loads of toys

Would be a good father but may dip into unhealthy habits

This dude struggles with toxic positivity imo, so that's definitely something that's gonna need to be addressed

Laughing Jack;

Okay obviously ALL of them are probably going to be sat down and told the news, but Jack is gonna need the most talking to given that he probably doesn't grasp the gravity of it

He KNOWS what pregnancy is, he KNOWS what a baby is; but he doesn't know the intricacies of pregnancy if that makes sense

Like he doesnt know about the soreness, or cravings, or how fragile those tiny human beings actually are. Dude already struggles with being gentle with adults

So it's going to require a long and in depth talk about everything that's going to happen if you guys decide to keep the kid

Reaction wise, he takes it seriously. Kind of uncanny compared to his usual silly demeanor

Again, due to him being a lil dumb hes almost under reacting

As a parent I think...

Okay he'd probably kinda suck

He would love the kid but he would be so so so irresponsible I'm so sorry

Gives the kid candy for meals (bro cant cook)

Get that man into some parenting classes PLEASE

Eyeless Jack;

Another "I'm surprised because I deadass thought I was infertile" one, given my whole lore/Hc for EJ

The most worried out of them all

"What if they're like me and are cursed? What if they hate me? What if they grow to hate me? What if-"

He baby proofs his cabin... before insisting that the baby stays at your place primarily (if you haven't moved in with him) because he's scared of his whole... eating people thing

Please give him loads and loads of reassurance, hes gonna need it

He'll work hard to be the best father he can be, though!

He takes the kid out for walks in the woods, teaches them different plants and bugs and tells them which are dangerous

"Oh I don't want to hold them, what if I hurt em?" *falls asleep while holding his baby after reading them a story*

Masky;

You gotta baby proof him and the house im sorry, hes feral

Another "you're gonna have to sit him down and lay down the rules" type deal

Hes already mellowed out around you but he needs to mellow out a touch more for an infant

Hard to gauge his reaction but he seems.... excited? Hard to tell when hes sitting still and wearing a mask

When the baby comes he, like slenderman, also watches them like a hawk

You will walk in on him sitting over their crib at 3am/hj

Surprisingly gentle when it comes to handling the kid, just casually walks around with them and shit

Great for looking after the kid during the night while you rest

Hoodie;

V similar to Masky but he's already naturally calm

Putting this here now before I forget but he would take his mask off to make faces at the baby to try to make them laugh

Mf doesn't take his mask off for you though ☝️🙄/hj

Surprisingly good at calming down screaming infants for some reason

Similar reaction as Masky; hard to read but way easy to guess its positive since he lightly boinks where his mouth would be under his mask to your cheek while papping your stomach

Hes a lil silly

But hes got the spirit

Good dad, me thinks

[viennacherries]

I encroach upon ye with a request

Zevlor breeding kink with like, his long term partner who can’t get pregnant for one reason or another (whether you write them as amab or an afab person who is sterile/lacking a functional uterus is up to you)

Zevlor deserves to be really a little bit feral about his partner yk?? Let the man loose himself, it’d be good for the self-loathing imo (/hj)

hi bestie!! my first time trying to write zevlor so i hope u like it! mwah

CONCEPTION

Zevlor/Tav | NSFW | 2,898 words

Summary:

“Tav…” He can hear the grumble in his own voice, watches as it washes over her and she shivers. “Come here.” She shakes her head slowly, a teasing smirk flitting across her face. When she speaks, it's a breath. “Come and get me.” ~~~ Tav and Zevlor want a baby, but things are rarely that simple.

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How long has it been now? Several months, at least. And yet he can't give her the one thing she yearns for more than anything. The gift of motherhood. 

Zevlor is certain it’s something wrong with him, because of course it must be. Perhaps it’s a punishment from the Gods for his failures against his kin. Perhaps they’ve deemed him unworthy and made him barren as penance for his sins. Him, an oath-broken paladin who couldn't resist the call of a false deity and sacrificed his people in his hubris, and her, the Hero of Baldur’s Gate who had been ready to sacrifice everything for a whole city of people she owed nothing to. He is broken and flawed in every way she is perfect and faultless. 

And, Hells , does it hurt. Because there's nothing he wants more than to make her happy. There’s nothing he wants more than to start a family with her, to see her hold their child in her arms and to place a kiss to both of their foreheads. There’s nothing more that he wants than to be a father and navigate the turmoils of parenthood with her by his side. 

And yet he keeps failing her. 

The worst part is, he’s fucking enjoying it. Laying with her every night, pumping his seed into her while she begs him to fill her. His infernal hindbrain lavishes in hearing her plead for his spend, in holding her down and filling her repeatedly, in watching his cum spill out of her and fingering it back inside her cunt to make sure not a drop is wasted. Some nights she’ll beg him to fuck her again and again, over and over until they’re both sore and exhausted, and he fucking loves it. 

But other nights, he’ll wake while the sky is still dark to a cold bed, and hear her sobbing in the other room. He’ll reach out his hand and be met with a small damp circle in the centre of the sheets, and he’ll know her cycle has come again. He’ll rise and find her, holding her while she sobs, and wonder how much longer he can stand to see her like this. 

And then they do it all again. 

He’s training in the low sun of the afternoon when she finds him, he feels her eyes on him and catches her leaning against a post from the corner of his vision. She looks radiant as always, wearing her favourite blouse and a skirt he doesn't recognise. 

He usually trains while she runs errands. It’s nothing as intensive as when he was a Hellrider; his joints complain far more these days. A young man he is not, but he still tries to keep himself in shape. Tav can more than hold her own, but he prides himself in feeling able to protect her, needs to know he’s strong enough to keep their family safe. So, when she travels into town for groceries, or visits the children at school to teach them about the Battle for Baldur’s Gate, he takes himself to the drill field on the outskirts and sharpens his sword. 

They’ve made their home in the burgeoning community Halsin has built in the Reclaimed Lands, and she’s absolutely thriving. Retirement from the adventuring life suits her. That's not to say she’s idle, but seeing her able to relax and travel for pleasure rather than a need to outmarch death fills him with joy. 

It’s been a few days since he’s seen her, her trip to the Grove taking longer than usual on this occasion. He’s a soldier, though, so of course he finishes his set before he turns to her (plus it sends a thrill through him, knowing she’s watching him, though he won't ever mention that to her). He wipes his brow along the back of his arm, spears his sword into the earth, and opens his arms wide to her. She giggles as she throws herself into his embrace and he swings her around in circles. That’s the other benefit to keeping up his training, being able to lift and carry her and hear the elated squeals she lets out. It makes him feel a far more youthful man than he is. 

Before he can ask how her trip went, she's kissing him deeply and smiling against his lips. Yet another way being with her makes him feel young; the way her every touch sends heat through his body as though he’s a virginal adolescent. Hells, he loves her so much. 

When she pulls away she’s grinning, and he can't help but return it. “Good journey, I take it?”

She laughs, and the sound is so weightless and musical it makes his head spin. 

“ Great trip! I have something for you - for us!”

He raises an eyebrow in question. She often brings him back little trinkets and treats from the Grove but it’s rare she’s this excited to give him them. 

Scratch bounds up to her before he can ask any questions and practically clings to her, and her beautiful laugh is back again. Whatever queries he may have had are forgotten as she kneels, cackling as Scratch smothers her face in sloppy kisses.

Usually she’ll bring back a brace of rabbits or pheasants that she’s hunted on the trek back, but she tells him excitedly as she brings out the meat for dinner that she managed to snag a deer. She stopped at a small trading post, where they butchered it for her and she traded them everything that wouldn't keep. She holds the venison steaks up proudly and he applauds her as she takes a deep bow, laughing her way through it. She also foraged some fresh herbs and wild garlic, and the traders gave her some asparagus and carrots in return for the doe. 

As usual, he offers to cook, and as usual he’s swatted out of the kitchen, so instead he vows to do the dishes and takes the time to set the table. He feels so lucky to be privy to the mundanity of domestic life with her, so he takes pride in setting their cutlery and placing the table mats down. He lights a few candles, too, because he’s nothing if not a romantic. Tav deserves candlelit dinners. 

He’s still not used to the way she looks after him. A lifetime of bachelorhood and swordsmanship doesn’t prepare a man for gentle touches and lovingly cooked meals. Zevlor considers himself a reasonably talented chef, and he’s not some invalid that never learnt how to do his own laundry, and yet Tav always insists on doing these things for him. He’s quite sure he’s never known a love like it. He’s so used to being relied on, and it took a long time to wrap his head around the idea of letting Tav carry some of his burdens. They lean on each other, they give each other balance and stability. 

Still, it’s always a competition to see who notices the washing on the line is dry first, and they’re often racing one another to take it down. 

Dinner is delicious, as always. The vegetables are roasted in honey and garlic, and she’s cooked the venison in butter which has it tender and flavourful. She even pours them both a glass of wine, and it pairs beautifully. 

When they’ve both eaten, the dishes washed and the candles extinguished, she’s practically vibrating with excitement. 

“My dear,” he says at last, as he watches her shuffling from one foot to the other, “are you going to tell me what has you so agitated?”

She grins and grabs his hand, standing in front of him, and the words burst from her almost immediately.

“It’s me, Zev. I’m the problem.”

He feels his face twist in confusion and sorrow. It’s not hard to deduce what she’s talking about, but he’s not quite sure why that fills her with such glee. 

“Tav… I’m sorry, I-”

She interrupts him with a finger over his lips. “No, no you don't understand. I spoke to Nettie. She says I can have children, I just don't ovulate at regular intervals. She said the reason we've not been able to conceive is because I have a hormone imbalance, not because either of us are sterile.” 

He lets her announcement wash over him. The thought that all of their issues have been poor timing and unfortunate happenstance is… Almost unbelievable. He’d resigned himself so fully to the idea that he was the issue, finding out that isn't the case makes his heart stop in his chest. 

“How do you-”

She interrupts again, “Nettie gave me a brew when I arrived, to balance my hormones. It’s why I stayed in the Grove a few extra days, so she could test them for me. She says everything is as it should be now. She says…” A blush rises over her cheeks, though the ecstatic smile over her features doesn't falter. “She says if we try now she suspects we’ll have no problems.”

He feels his own blush rising to his face, mostly due to the fact that Nettie now knows far more about his sex-life than he’d hoped to share with anyone ever . He opens his mouth to speak but she’s talking again before he can. 

“And, just to be safe, she brewed me a concoction with Mandrake. She said it tastes foul, but that it boosts fertility.” A smirk rises on her face, and she rises on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. Her breath is warm on his ear and he shivers. “I mixed it into my wine.”

The groan he lets out is involuntary, and it resonates low in his chest like a purr. The sudden switch from confused and sad to elated and turned on has his head spinning, and as she walks him backwards towards their bed he feels his cock rush to attention. 

A single hand in the centre of his chest pushes him back and down, and he sits staring at her from the mattress. She takes two steps backwards and slowly begins unbuttoning her blouse. 

“Zev…” His name on her tongue is like honey. He’s certain she does it on purpose and it drives him wild. “I want you to breed me, darling. Want you to fill me with your babies.”

He clenches his jaw and digs his nails into his thighs. He knows exactly what game she’s playing. She loves to unravel his sensibilities until he’s squirming - until he can't help but rut into her like a wild creature. She knows just how to toy with him to bring his infernal heritage to heel til she gets exactly what she wants. 

She chuckles at his reaction, because obviously she does. “You want that, love? Want to mount me and fill me up?”

The noise he makes at that is closer to a growl than anything else, and he nods tensely. She giggles and lets her blouse drop from her shoulders, and hells, of course she isn't wearing a brassiere. The realisation that she’s been planning this, waiting for this, drives him insane. Suddenly the new skirt makes far more sense. It takes all of his restraint to stay seated where he is.  

Tav brushes a thumb over each of her nipples and lets out an exaggerated keen, which has his cock twitching and straining against his trousers. 

“Tav…” He can hear the grumble in his own voice, watches as it washes over her and she shivers. “Come here.”

She shakes her head slowly, a teasing smirk flitting across her face. When she speaks, it's a breath. 

“ Come and get me .”

Every shred of control he has snaps and he’s on her in an instant, pulling her against his body in one long stride. He hikes her legs up around his waist and holds her there, drawing her as close to himself as he possibly can and bringing their lips together in a bruising kiss. She tightens her legs around him and moans into his mouth and, fuck, he wants her so badly. He spins and drops her down onto the bed, and she gasps as she lands on it. 

She looks a picture like this; skirt sitting high on her thighs with her tits hanging heavy on her chest. An image of her sitting like this, round and full with his child, fills his mind. He imagines her breasts full, imagines her body swelling with pregnancy, and Gods if it doesn't make his cock ache. 

“You…” His voice comes out strained, gravelled and thick. “Are such a tease . I try to be polite and you push…” He moves to stand closer, her head level with his stomach. “... and push…” He puts one hand on her shoulder, easing her backwards and hovering above her. Her legs fall open and he stands between them. “... and push …” He rolls his hips against her core and she throws her head backwards with a moan. “... until I can't help but fold you over, hm? Is that what you want, my love? You want me to use your body til you’re good and bred?”

Hells, she’s making so many needy noises and he’s barely touched her yet. She nods hurriedly, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning up to suck a bruise onto his neck, and fuck he loves when she marks him. He moans and tips his head to give her better access, and he feels Tav smile against his skin as she nibbles at him. 

He slips a hand under her skirt and moans at the realisation that she’s not wearing underclothes either. 

“Hells, Tav, you’re so needy for it. You sat there like this the whole time we ate, desperate for me, hm?”

“ Yes , Zev, Gods . Need you.” Her voice is breathy.

He wants to be teasing, wants to wind her up the way she does to him, but he’s not strong enough. Hearing her beg for him has his face full of heat and has his head swimming. “Can I taste you, love?”

She starts to give her assent, but he’s dropping to his knees before she even finishes getting the words out, lifting her skirt and burying his face in her core. The scent of her drives him wild, and the taste of her musk on his tongue as he drags it through her slick has him moaning into her. Her hands lace into his hair as he sucks her clit between his lips, teasing and tasting her until she’s writhing and keening and cumming into his mouth. 

She drags him back up, kisses him deeply, and the feeling of her tongue massaging against his is so erotic that he can't help grinding against her again. He can feel the wet heat of her cunt leaving a damp patch on the front of his trousers and he knows he can't wait any longer to have her. 

He manages to pry himself away and strips unceremoniously, letting himself languish for a moment in the heated way she stares at his body. The scars and infernal ridges littering his body have always, to him, been unattractive, but she looks at him every time like she can't bear to look away. No one has ever looked at him the way Tav does, and it lights his whole being on fire. 

There's no more conversation needed. He lays himself over her, folds her legs up towards her chest and sinks deep into her heat, and she throws her head back and whines as he fills her. With her legs pushed up like this he can fill her entirely, and the way she clenches around him has him gritting his teeth and grinding deeper into her body. 

“I’ll keep you here all night, if that's what you want, love. Fill you til you’re certain you’ll burst. Can't wait to see you full with my child.”

She tries to reply, but he chooses that moment to fill her with a deep thrust from tip to root, and her eyes roll back into her head as she frees a leg from his grip, digging a heel into his rear and pulling him deeper. With every thrust of his hips she keens, louder and louder until her cries reach a crescendo, and then she’s sobbing her way through her second orgasm and clenching her walls around his cock. 

The wet, tight squeeze of her cunt means it doesn't take long for him to reach his own end, spilling himself inside her just like she asked, kissing her lovingly through it. Every twitch of his cock makes her sigh and clench him harder, milking him of every drop of his cum until he’s laying boneless over her. 

Their heavy breaths mingle together as they share deep, meaningful kisses. When he tries to remove himself from her, she wraps her legs around him and shakes her head. 

“You said you’d keep me here all night. I hope you intend to keep that promise. I want… I want you to stay inside. I want to feel you get hard, and then I want you to fuck me full again.”

And hells, her words have his spent cock twitching valiantly, aching to take her again despite it being too soon, so he tells her yes as he leans in to kiss her again. 

[fizzy-blood]

Eyeless Jack Headcanons 💉🩸 [NSFW]

I just wanted to re-write my more NSFW headcanons since it's been a little while since I made them original post and I think I've improved with both my writing and my layouts. If you want some more SFW content with him (romantic, platonic or general) please feel free to ask ^_^ I hope you guys enjoy!!

WARNING: 18+/NSFW Content!! [Monster fucking (obviously), Marking, Breeding, Heats, mentions of sadism, implied cannibalism]

MY HUSBAND I LOVE HIM /hj

Jack is very awkward the first few times he had sex with someone.

Now, he isn't the most experienced with those types of interactions but that isn't why he's awkward.

He just finds it a bit odd that you'd want to do that with him... I mean... He's a literal demon.. Not someone most would want to fuck.

But he's still open to doing those things once he gets more comfortable.

Just be patient with him, he just wants to wait till later in a relationship.

But once he is comfortable? NGH-

Let's start off by saying that he is bigger than the average human.

About 8 inches long and 2 inches thick!

The tip is an inky black colour and is really shiny for some reason?

His cock also has some noticeable bumps along the bottom that feel amazing inside of you. 🤤

Jack also shaves about once a month for sanitary reasons but would be fine with shaving more often if you asked nicely.

He starts out pretty slow since he doesn't want to hurt you but once he gets into it he starts being really really rough-

He'll pin you down and scratch you up, pounding as hard as he can. (it hurts but it's worth it tbh)

He also ends up biting you a lot.

It's normally pretty light, not hurting you too much but if he's close? He'll bite hard enough to take a good chunk out of you-

Has definitely broken skin more times than either of you can count.

But the aftercare can make up for it! I promise!

But other than marking you up with scratches and bites he also likes to try and breed you..

Even if you can't get pregnant he's still gonna fill you up with all the cum he can, especially when he's in heat. It's really all he thinks about when he's in that state!

His heats can last from two days up to a week so good luck if you offer to help him <3 🥰

He might be a bit of a sadist when in heat as he acts a lot meaner and a lot more aggressive!

A LOT more.

(Thank god this man knows how to stitch you back up...)

And of course I can't talk about Jack without talking about his multiple tongues. 😌

Three long, slimy, black tongues...

So it's safe to say that he could eat you out like a 5 star meal. (eating you in both ways if you really want)

He can put two tongues inside of you and use the third to tease you. Now that's gotta be 10/10 experience!!

He's also normally on top and unless you're somehow stronger than him, (you'd probably have to be some sort of inhuman creature) if you ask as just a regular human he'll probably say no.

I'd rate this as an 11/10 (this is biased)

Aftercare ^_^

Absolutely necessary, actually needs to do things for you after sex for your sake-

He'll stitch you up and make sure you aren't bleeding or super sore.

Helps you take a quick shower or bath and then bandages you up.

Jack is also super sweet after sex and cuddles you (still being super careful and gentle) and waits till you fall asleep.

After you're asleep he either stays with you and sleeps or he gets out of bed (making sure not to wake you up) and goes out to hunt! (or just grab some food from the cooler in his room)

10/10 experience, would recommend!!

And done!! I hope you enjoyed my re-write, if you wanna see the older post you can find it on my Masterlist or by clicking Here!

Please reblog since likes don't do shit on Tumblr and feel free to send an ask as my ask box is currently open!! ^_^

-Fizz

(Eyeless Jack dividers by @sister-lucifer)

[batwritings]

Kinktober Day 1 - Breeding

My first published piece for Call of Duty! Like a lot of others I got very much sucked in (c'mon...hot masked man? ya'll really think I'm that strong? I'm far too gay for that. /hj) to this series and hope you all enjoy the content I write for it! Enjoy!~

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Coming on this mission was nothing short of a mistake. Yet Price wasn’t one to let work build up and overwhelm him. Plus, this was a favor to Nik; he couldn’t just turn the Russian man down with all the times Nik had saved his ass. The unfortunate part of all this was you.

Your relationship with the Captain wasn’t exactly secret. A number of soldiers had caught you two by now. You two really did try to keep things under wraps! But after Gaz and Soap had caught you in his lap, lips passionately discovering the other’s, well…let’s just say the two sergeants weren’t the best at letting it remain a secret. Thankfully for the both of you, Laswell had workarounds, and the entire squad was sworn to secrecy until further notice. It was only recently, during a short shore leave that the conversation came up: kids. “I’m too old for that pup,” he’d chided, casually taking a drag off his cigar. You huffed a laugh quietly.

“Oh c’mon John,” you hummed against his bare chest. Your fingers played idly with the hair that covered his skin. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t want to see a little mix of both of us running around base? How happy they’d be with all their uncles and auntie Laswell?” You could see the cogs turning in his post-coitus brain. So many different scenarios played over and over in his brain. On the one hand, the two of you had probably the most dangerous jobs in the world. There was absolutely no way he would let you back out in to the field if he found out you were pregnant. 

But the more he thought about it; you all round with his child, the happy life that would await you two. The idea of him absolutely ravishing you with the sole purpose of knocking you up became more and more enticing. Which was exactly why this mission was nothing short of torture for him.

You were being used as bait, put lightly. And a variety of different people had their hands all over you, guiding you where you needed to be. Now normally, Price was by no means a jealous man. He was rather proud to call you his partner, and was more than happy to show you off and brag about you. But something about the way you were being drug around set some sort of fire in the good captain.

“Ghost, do you have a copy?” He asks over the comms.

“Send traffic,” comes the response of Ghost from the other end of the building, no doubt honing on potential targets through the sight of his sniper rifle.

“Go to the next channel, there’s been a change of plans,” Price tells him as calmly as possible. There are a view other questions from Soap, Gaz, and Laswell, but he leaves them all unanswered as he switches the channel on his radio. “I’m going in after them.” “Price…” Ghost starts to protest. He’d warned the Captain long ago that if Price were to involve himself with a partner, emotions would eventually get in the way. The masked man knew his Captain’s emotions and control over them far better than he’d ever let on. “We can’t afford to complicate things.”

“I won’t,” Price comments sharply, slipping down the embankment to get closer to the building. His aim was to slip in a window to a room where he knew there’d be no guards. He remembers the layout like the back of his hand; his photographic memory worked pretty well for someone reaching forty. 

Again, the Lieutenant sighs heavily over the comms. “Fuckin’ hell…” he grumbles, adjusting his position slightly. “Just don’t get yourselves caught in there old man. Last thing we need is losing two good soldiers in one night.”

The captain chuckles grimly before hoisting himself up onto a few barrels and switching his comm back to the original channel. Ghost can be heard explaining the plan to the team, but Price tunes them out. “C/S, move to that empty room we pointed out on the first floor as you can,” Ghost instructs.

“Copy,” comes your hushed response. Price nods, hauling himself up and into the open window. How their target didn’t think to guard this room was beyond him. Then again, with how much he was struggling to get in, it’s not like it was necessary. “Fuck my old boots,” the man grumbles as he hits the floor, joints protesting at the sudden drop.

“Gettin’ old on us there Cap?” comes your teasing tone. You just barely manage to silently shut the door behind you when your world is sent into a whirlwind, eyes now meeting the brick wall in the dark room. A gloved hand is covering your mouth as the other pins your hands above your head. 

“I’m sorry darlin’,” you hear Price say, right against your ear. “But there’s a thought that’s been plaguing me, and I can’t hold it in anymore, Nikolai be damned.” You try hard to wiggle and protest, but your captain has his boot between your feet, shuffling your legs apart.

You gasp a little as you feel the excitement rush straight between your thighs. “That’s my pup,” Price purrs, warm breath and beard tickling the shell of your ear. “Keep those wandering hands still for me.” Slowly, as if to test your obedience, the good captain lets go of your hands. You do as he orders as you feel him undo the suit pants you’d been put in for the night. 

A gloved hand dips beneath the waistband of your underwear, running over your wet slit. You try to contain your whimper, but your captain was no fool. He knew your body and all it’s sweet spots better than he knew his own. The rough fabric brushes over your nub and you gasp against his other hand. 

“That eager already are we?” The man teases, kissing along your neck. Your eyes close and your brow knits in frustration. Not that you were mad by what was unfolding, oh no. It was because that man’s amazing cock wasn’t in you right now.

Thankfully, you and Price often shared the same brain cell, and you could hear the telltale sound of him undoing his belt, shimmying his pants and briefs down enough to get his member free. Yours were next, the fabric easily slipping down your legs to pool around your ankles. 

Price was as slow as he felt he could be, rubbing the head of his cock over your quickly moistening slit and hole. “Gonna take me so well darling,” he coos, more kisses and nips against the sensitive area of your neck. 

When his member first breaches your entrance, your knees almost buckle. It had been so long since you’d had your captain inside you, you’d nearly forgotten what it felt like. If it weren’t for the glove in front of you, the diplomatic party would probably have heard your shuddered sigh of pleasure as Price fully sheaths himself inside you.

It doesn’t take long, between the time crunch and your warm, wet walls hugging his cock so perfectly, for the captain to start truly fucking you. He went from gently letting you adjust to trying to muffle the sound of your skin meeting so quick it made your world spin. “Fuckin’ hell,” he groans, sliding his hand down your side to grip your hip so hard you knew it would bruise and you’d have to hide your slight limp for the rest of the night.

“Can’t wait to see you,” he murmurs against your skin, stopping in his sentence to moan softly. “--so full with our child, love. Gonna be so perfect for me.” His words have you absolutely gushing, your wetness making the sex even louder. 

You’re not sure how long the two of you had been at this, but the voices growing closer to the room told both you and Price that there wasn’t much time left. “Price, wrap up your business,” Ghost hisses over the comms. The thrill and knowledge of what brought this on has you teetering on the precipice of orgasm.

“Go on pup,” Price growls softly. “Let’s make this the moment. That moment I breed you like you want.” As every good soldier would, you follow your captain’s order, biting down slightly on the fabric of the glove to keep your whimpers from reaching the hall. The good captain isn’t far behind you, quickly spilling his seed inside you. 

The two of you are trying to come down from your respective highs when you hear. “...Is someone in there?” shouted from beyond the door. In swift movements, Price pulls out of you and you’re pulling your pants and underwear up from the floor. Just as you’re finished fixing your hair and your captain slips around the corner does the door open, light flooding the dark room.

“...Y/N?” asks the intruder. You give a sheepish smile, only accented by the flush still on your face. Not like they had to know it was from the sneaky sex you’d just had with your superior who would probably blow this person’s brains out in the next few minutes.

“Sorry, I…got a bit shy. I needed a moment to adjust myself,” you explain. The person shoots you a knowing look before ushering you out of the room. Price waits with baited breath for them to leave and walk away before sighing. He needed to get out of here before the mission changed any further. 

“All finished?” Ghost asks, voice surprisingly calm for how much he detested the change in plan.

“On my way out,” Price advises, pulling a few boxes closer to help ease his escape.

“Good,” the lieutenant answers. “Oh and Price? Permission to speak freely?”

“Go ahead Ghost, send traffic,” the captain answers, just barely getting into the window before he hears the response.

“Turn your comms off next time you decide to fuck your partner on the job.”

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Oh, we're both crazy about each other. part2

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how would Dottie react if she actually did get pregnant?

With an abortion and a side of Catholic guilt /hj I made that doodle as a shitpost, but with the sheer amount of partners she's had it does make sense that she would get a positive pregnancy test at least once or twice. She is very good about using protection and all, but even with condoms and birth control the chances of pregnancy are never an absolute zero. I think Dottie would like to experience motherhood eventually, but she wants to feel ready for it. That means taking ample time to enjoy her flings, romances, and friendships at her own will without the obligation of a child who demands her attention. If her adventures were cut short early by a child it would definitely affect their bond in a bad way, so she chooses to wait.

And she waits a very good while; I imagine the child she does have is born when she's in her late 30s or early 40s. By this point she's starting to feel like she can slow down a little in her love life and spend some time on her other goals. (But let's be real her love life is never completely over.) Dottie will never settle down with one man, although I imagine she's come close to it a couple times. She would also never tie one down with child support responsibilities he doesn't want. So, knowing she may not get a chance like this again at her age, all she needs to do is skip an abortion appointment and plan to do it all herself. Which she is perfectly fine with since she'll have her friends and family by her side through it all.

Stay tuned for the kid and more specifics on how she is as a parent!

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAH promo time!!!

O O P Glassman living with them??? There's NO WAY that is gonna go well

aH SEE WHAT DID I TELL YOU

Immediately xdd

Hmm a tumor - ahhh so she's pregnant :D

Oh no :o

She's 13 😳 ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Oohhh noo xdd

Oof that's gonna be a rough one

😬😬😬

I am nervous and excited to see how stuff goes XD mostly very nervous for both of those storylines lol

Okay, that's the last of my last thoughts! Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I LOVED this episode!! I thought it was great :DD. I honestly didn't expect to see the others (besides Shea) today, and while it means this review will take longer lol (although for my own sake I'm trying to shorten them xD), it was a pleasant surprise :D.

So, quick note on Andrews! An icon as always, helped Lim realize how she felt about the Danica situation, and support Park on the surgery <3. He was there more than he sometimes is lol, but mostly he was just kinda chillin :). Still, helpful :D

A bit on Perez and Jerome - I MISS YOOUUUU <333 😭❤️. XD. But, there just wasn't room this episode for them to fit in - we barely got Jordan (I'll touch on her in a second). And yes I'm aware Jerome isn't even a mine character, shush xDD. But, I'm sure (okay not actually but we'll probably see at least Perez lol) they'll be back next week :D. I look forward to their return :)!

Jordannn :D. We didn't see much of her this episode, but obviously, I love her as always 🥰🥰. I think most of what we saw of her was suggesting the incorrect approach (xd, but still good to remember they're not perfect especially her and Asher since they're still residents), and her going 👀😳 at other stuff going on lol xD. But, as always, a queen :))).

Glassman <33. He was so sweet and supportive this episode :)! I'm glad he helped with the surgery, and advice for Shaun of course - and paying for it XDD. But y'all, that scene with Lea 😭😭😭. That was the kicker :')). Especially considering they've always had sort of a love-hate relationship. Well, maybe not hate (for a while anyway), but they're not the closest, and this was just really great to see :')). Especially because (and no offense to Shaun on this lol) it wasn't over Shaun this time :'). Like, they weren't bonding over him, this was something completely separate, and I love that <3. Glassman talking about Maddie 😭😭😭? Amazing ❤️❤️❤️. And that HUG 😭😭😭😭❤️??? SUPERB 😭😭🥰🥰❤️❤️🥰❤️❤️❤️. XD Anyway, I loved him this episode <333.

Park aaannd Morgan :))! Y'all were wild once again this episode xD. That argument after meeting with Andrews 😳. You could just FEEK the vitriol coming from Morgan. But, I'm glad everything worked out with the patient (Palo, I think?), and with them :)). It was nice to just move on from that, with apologies of course. And it sucks for Park with Kellen not coming home :(, even though it is the reality :/. Doesn't stop it from sucking though, does it, Park xD? But, anyway, it was also nice to see Morgan support him and be kind regarding that <3. And then of course, the news that Morgan's egg implantation failed :(((. That is so awful 😭😭. I really hope she gets another chance and that it ends up working that time :'(( <333. And of course, it was really nice seeing Park immediately going to her side (not quite literally but almost/kinda lol), being kind, and being there for her ❤️❤️. Park saying he was there if she needed a friend, and Morgan saying she just might take him up on that :'DDD. Amazing <333.

Asher!! My poor boy xdd. Man was going through it this episode, lol /hj /lh. He kinda was, anyway lol. I'm glad he didn't just let Danni slide - he knew, and there wasn't any hiding that. It was also nice just seeing him be knowledgeable :D. It's also fun to see that for any of them, especially outside of like, brainstorming sessions. Anyway, it sucks that he's in probation :(( (and has the note in his file and whatnot), but he was smart with the way he did things, and they did still save a man's life :'D. With the situation they were in, I don't think he really could've done any better, but he definitely could've done worse (punishment/end result wise), so that's good :DD. I don't know if we'll see much of the impact of it, except maybe an odd mention, since the probationary period isn't too long in terms of a tv show. But, since Lea's pregnant, you can't have things take place too far apart. So, hey, who knows ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌? I will say that I'm torn between wanting to see a bit of the repercussions and not seeing them, since it would be kind of painful lol xd. Plus it would be a reminder of Danni, which is sad now of course :(. Anyway, I always love seeing Asher support his friends - it's just one of the things he does :) - and the same goes for him with Danni this episode. Like he said: he didn't wanna desert her :). I think that's great, really sweet <3 ❤️. Long story short lol, I love him 🥰🥰🥰!!

Lim :))! I think she did the right thing in "losing" the bullet. And honestly? Her reactions to the entire situation were pretty reasonable. She was concerned about Danni (:D), she was angry but decided to operate anyway, and she wanted to remain Danni's friend but knew she had to fire her. It sucks, though :((. I really hope we'll still see her occasionally since she is Lim's friend, because as she mentioned when trying to convince Lim, she's been really vital in this whole process. It's a tough one (I'm speaking from experience here, even if I'm not wheelchair bound), and it helps to have someone who gets it to go through it with you <33. Anyway, I feel bad for Lim 😭😭. I really do hope they can keep their friendship, it's so sweet :')). But yeah, I love her :'D <333.

Now, Lea and Shaun! I really loved their storyline today :D. Seeing it separate from everyone else's (I didn't even expect to see the others lol) was definitely interesting and I think it worked really well! Plus, their communication was so good :'DD (it always is these days :)) ). But yeah, I loved their discussions, like over Lea's feelings, and I feel like it was some really important stuff to acknowledge. Yes, they have fears, and yes they're going to make mistakes, but they will try their absolute best, and that's all they can do :')) ❤️. They love each other so much 😭😭❤️. And I am sure they're going to love their son that much too :')))). Also, AAH they were so adorable with Buddy this episode 😭😭❤️❤️🥰. I honestly do hope they get a dog sometime in the future (maybe not too close to the baby being born, before or after, because that would be a lot lol), I think it would be really cute and amazing to see :)). Plus they just seem like they would love that so much 😭 xD 🥰. Anyway, it's too bad that they couldn't take Buddy home, but I'm glad he got back to his family :'). And again, just to reiterate: Lea's conversation with Glassman = gold 🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️😍.

Lastly, we of course have Danica Powell. I loved her this episode :'). And yes, I'm going to keep using her full name for the drama lol. It's her last day, let me (and her) have this xD. Anyway, I think this was honestly totally in character, and even though it's a shame she has to go, this makes sense. It was a good way to go out too - saving a life at the expense of her career. I mean, obviously you don't want to lose your job over it, but nonetheless xD. She was so dedicated to helping Vince, and she was willing to do pretty much anything <3. I'm glad she had Asher, and to a certain extent Lim, to support her this episode :'). But I am gonna miss her so much 😭😭. We haven't even seen that much of her, and I feel like we definitely could've had some interesting storylines in the future (we have already), but alas, it is what it is. I will say that it's interesting she leaves soon after Lim regains some mobility, but I don't think her friendship with Lim and the role disability plays in that was the only factor lol. Anyway, I'll miss her ❤️❤️❤️🥰. She was great, and fun, and I also loved the disability rep :'D. Like I said even just this episode with the little scooter thing - it's the little things that can really make it sometimes :)). Besides all that, she was cool and knowledgeable and confident. She was steadfast in her beliefs and opinions, and even if sometimes I thought she needed to be a little more willing to bend, I can respect it. Danni will be missed by me :'( :')). I love her ❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰.

Overall, I really loved this episode. I liked each of the different storylines, I thought the cases were really good and interesting, and even though there were some people that it fell short on, I liked the focus around on most of the cast of characters :)). Like I've already said, I expected this episode to just be Shaun and Lea, but it was so much more and I'm glad for that fact :D. I really enjoyed it 🥰. Rip to Jordan, Perez, and to a certain extent Jerome - we miss y'all and hopefully we'll see you again (with larger parts, in Jordan's case) soon lol <3. And of course rip to Danni, much more literally, considering her time on the show and her career xD. We'll miss her <3. But yeah, I thought that all the storylines were great and managed to all fit into and episode and flow together pretty well :). Despite being all completely separate lol. Anyway, I really loved this episode :D!

So yeah! I really loved the episode, and I'm mostly nervous for the next one. This has been my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 11: The Good Boy

I enjoyed it so much. I'm scared for the next one, like I said, but I am excited! I'll be back next time for my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 12: 365 Degrees

See you next week!

[sukirichi]

finally finished chapter two and i'm so conflicted cause I want suna to fall for y/n for real just as she's given up on him and gets her badass girl boss moment and destroys him/his family because of badly he played with her heart. She should take the throne and rule alone - she don't need a man! But I also want Suna to love her for real and ditch Iris and have Suna and Y/n be together for real. I really, really hope that Iris isn't pregnant with suna's kid; i will riot /hj. I want her to get divorced from omi and have suna toss her aside. - 💕

the conflict between ‘we don’t need a man!’ and ‘okay but what if he loved us for real 🥺’ breaks me every time. like @sunasbabie is always trying to convince me to do a happy ending and i am TEMPTED but then sometimes i’m like ‘okay but what if we make him hurt’ 🤨

because... i mean, suna did treat us really well and he cared for us, he’s always been there for us, he knows the little things about us and finds our habits endearing. he loves seeing us smile. he loves it when he makes us laugh. he learned how to dance to impress us. he tells us stories when we find it hard to sleep and holds our hand when we’re nervous and shaking. he never fails to reassure us that he loves us. he is proud of us and supports us in the work we do (aka about YN spending time in the military and wanting to be a teacher if she wouldn’t be Queen) like he really was the perfect lover you could ask for. a literal prince charming. BUT HE’S A LIAR 😭

[leemotionalwreck]

Thoughts on Illusion

Finally getting around to watching illusion!! here we go y’all (this time longer and in more agonizing detail!):

- the way I strongly dislike Bob Roth...

- okay i have pretty mixed feelings on chloe’s character but like… does paris not remember what she did?? hello continuity?! /hj

- omg alec hiiiiii

- LMAO the “my son” slip up is wonderful

- lol plagg leave him alone the boy is quite literally traumatized and the ring isn’t helping

- i swear to god i’ll never get used to seeing this bitch in the kitchen.

- “are you sure you’re feeling okay?” no like actually tho he isn’t. run.

- a single stain warranting almost smashing the pan on the ground is kinda crazy but ok ig

- wait how did nothing fall outta the pan??

- of course he doesn’t know how long to boil an egg off the top of his head. of fricking course

- STOP WINKING AT HIM GABRIEL!! you haven’t earned the right

- oooo i like the split screen

- oh wait it took me a second to notice the thought bubbles lol

- NINO!! i missed my boy

- post graduation?? what year are they exactly? or am i missing something??

- all in favor of joining nino’s resistance say “I”

- LMAO comrade mayo?? that’s actually not too far from something i’ve said to my white friends irl lol

- rvejndjdb adrinette is so adorable bro

- nino please babe it’s just lunch

- y’know, sometimes i forget just how chaotic their group can be. then i see scenes like this and remember. it’s pretty realistic tho imo

- also nino definitely has a bruise lol

- frickin lila man.

- “Are yOu EatInG In thE cafEtERia?” tf does it look like??

- the way marinette is such a real one

- what on earth is actually wrong with lila lol i’ve never hated an animated character as much as her. aside from maybe gabriel

- wait no the yogurt/honey example was actually really good lol

- lol comrade ketchup

- also comrade beurre maître d’hôtel is so extra and for what?? love nino tho

- NO STOP SHE’S SO SICK

- also are they just letting ppl in the school?? slay ig

- adrien 😭😭

- oooooooo lila’s lil snitch ass… i mean it makes sense but jeez

- pls i forgot she was pregnant lmao

- ew he looks weird when he’s trying to be a decent person /hj

- okay i love them but they coulda been a little more discreet than pizza lol

- they’re just standing outside the window like?? 😭😭

- idk why but the piece of pepperoni stuck to gabriel’s shirt is killing me

- ADRIEN YOU COULDN’T EVEN PRETEND TO TRIP?? please be so fr

- okay no cause this time around gabriel actually reacts and adrien really seems sorry and uhhrhdhdhdh i. hate. this. man.

- pls the way alya just walks in and is like “yea no you guys already know the deal let’s just get this over with” what a queen

- nino PLEASE

- okay i’m kinda cringing rn but it’s totally fine

- again, the way adrien seems genuinely scared…

- goddamnit

- “call me father” actually go trip down the stairs

- NO STOP IT THIS MAN IS ACTUALLY A PIECE OF SHIT I CANNOT

- ok five at once is honestly extra. like i hope this asshole remember he’s a whole grown man doing all this to fight some kids. yes i know it’s more than that technically but still. weirdo.

- lol his ears look so stupid when they’re sticking off the sides of the mask

- the way marinette/ladybug is actually that girl

- see no he’s such a fake bitch cause falling wasn’t even necessary

- nino is such a detective i literally love him. i mean yea he’s wrong but still

- he looks like such a dumbass with that stain on his shirt. i hate him.

- “comrade tartar sauce” nino yes absolutely but he really doesn’t deserve it bae

- i really like the design on alya’s fanny pack but i’ve literally never noticed it before

- they’re all so cute lol

- “comrade sweet and sour” i wonder why she has that name…

Final thoughts: okay it took me a sec to realize this was out of order (i know people have been saying it. im just stupid lol) but i really enjoyed it overall. gabriel keeps getting worse yet sadly never surprises me with the depths he stoops to. adrien needs so much help rn and i really hate lila but im almost glad she’s back?? like i missed this rivalry between her and marinette in a way.

[santoteez]

A Manhattan Tale - Seonghwa

Parts: 1 of ?

Genre: Chef!Seonghwa, FormerDrugdealer!Seonghwa, FormerKingpin!Hongjoong, Bad boy/ Good Girl kinda??

Warnings: Love interest is a Black Female, Mentions of trial evasion, swearing, kinda angsty, eventual smut, eventual fluff

Requested: yes

NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU.

Seonghwa huffed, chopping vegetables in julienne form. His restaurant had been open a little under a year now, and business was booming. It was November, and reservations were maxed out, and there was a long line outside of foodies hopeful that a spot would open up.  The surplus in customers caused Seonghwa to hire at least a dozen more workers, and he was considering hiring more. He had plans to open up a new location in a quaint part of Brooklyn, hoping soon to be in all 5 boroughs. Seonghwa was satisfied that everything was going his way. Well, almost everything. Everything except Zelie.

Zelie was a 23-year-old recent culinary school graduate. She had melanin-rich skin and long black coils for hair, which she kept neatly in a bun and hairnet. She had big round eyes, almost doe-like, and a full, round pout. And she drove Seonghwa mad in more ways than one.

It began with her mistakes when she was first hired. If Zelie wasn’t overcooking the pasta, she was undercooking the steak. Of course, she got better over time. She also got more comfortable. She insisted on speaking to Seonghwa, even when he didn’t answer. Whether it was cracking a joke on his appearance as he walked into work or complimenting his dishes, she’d just never shut up.

And today was one of those days.

“Chef Park, aren’t those vegetables cut just a little too thin?”

“The recipe calls for julienne, Chef Carter. That’s the point.”

“I mean, I guess so but, it doesn’t call for vegetable chips.”

Seonghwa set his knife down and glanced up at the ceiling in frustration. He turned to the short girl. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“Sometimes. Why? You don’t wanna be my friend anymore?” She asked sarcastically.

“In order for that to be true, we’d have to be friends first, Chef Carter.”

She laughed. “Why are you so mean?”

He shrugged. “Why you so nice?” He placed the veggies into the pan along with the pasta before sliding it to Carlos to put on the stove.

He took his hat off, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “I’m taking my break.” He called out to the entire kitchen.

“Have fun,” Zelie said, to which Seonghwa didn’t answer.

He headed for the backroom, straight for the door that led to his office. He said in the swivel chair, sighing.

He groaned when he heard a knock at the door. “Yes?” He asked politely.

Mitch walked in. “No need to be nice, it’s just me.”

“What you want, fool?” Seonghwa asked, closing his eyes.

“Why you always at Zelie’s neck for, man?”

“Chef Carter? She starts it!”

“Okay, first of all, you sound like a child. Second, you’re literally the only one that insists on calling her by her last name. Hell, she’s the only one you call by last name. I know you’re typically cold, but what’s your deal?”

Seonghwa sighed. “I don’t know. I expected her to give up on being nice to me after a while, like the rest of the workers. But she just doesn’t give up. I don’t get why she likes me so much.”

“Could it be because she senses the feeling’s mutual?”

“Me? Like Carter? No way.” Seonghwa shook his head.

“I’m gonna tell you what you used to tell me back at the warehouse. Don’t be a fuckin’ meathead. Everyone sees how you look at her when she’s not looking, rightfully so. She’s bangin’. Anyways, you also entertain her banter. You know you could easily ignore her and eventually, she’d stop. But you answer her every time. Why?”

Seonghwa couldn’t answer.

“Exactly. Just be fuckin’ nice for once. How long you been single? Forever. Even Bossman damn near ready to tie the knot. Then there’s you.”

Mitch was right. Just the other day Minjoon, Soojin, Hongjoong and Santana came in for their reservation with big news: Santana was pregnant. They feasted on the most expensive dishes and left big tips in the wake of their celebration. Seonghwa would be lying if he said it didn’t remind him of his loneliness. Hongjoong had an entire family, meanwhile, he was still going home to a pint-sized bachelor pad.

“He’s thinking now.” Mitch laughed. “I don’t know, man. Even if by some magical force, you don’t end up with Zelie, at least get yourself out there. You’ve run an empire before. You’re running another one now. It’s time you found someone to help you run it. I’m heading back to the kitchen now. Enjoy your break. Alone.”

Seonghwa scowled. As much as he was annoyed by Mitch, he knew he meant well. He napped for the most of his break, awoken by a text from Hongjoong. After replying he decided to head back to the kitchen.

Stopping at the sink to wash his hands, Zelie passed by with a steaming pot of potatoes.

“Have fun on your break?”

“I did actually. Because you weren’t there.” Seonghwa wanted to prove Mitch wrong, but he couldn’t help but respond. She got under his skin in a way not many people have. It was like she hit a specific nerve every time.

“Being without me sounds like a tragedy. Are you okay?” She dumped the water into a nearby sink, careful not to drop the potatoes.

“I’ll manage,” Seonghwa said, heading to the front of the kitchen to check the rotating ticket holder to see what orders weren’t being made yet.

“You can get started on order #67, it just came in.” Zelie called out.

Just as Seonghwa was about to grab the ticket, the hostess of the restaurant, Leslie, popped into the kitchen. She never came to the back unless it was time to leave or an emergency, so Seonghwa knew something was up.

“Chef Park, there’s someone out there demanding to talk to you. At first, I thought it might be because of the food so I tried reassuring them that they could speak to the cook that actually made the food, but they insisted that they wanted to speak to you and only you.” She said, rubbing her hands together nervously.

Seonghwa nodded. “Take me to them.” He said, taking his hat off once again. He was itching to find out who could possibly be so persistent.

When Leslie led him out of the kitchen and pointed to the table, Seonghwa wished he had stayed inside. The guests were none other than Ray-Ray and Spider. They were with family, so Seonghwa knew they wouldn’t try anything crazy, but he was still cautious. He thanked Leslie and allowed her to return to the front door before making his way over.

“Ladies, gentlemen, how are we tonight?” Seonghwa smiled, approaching the table.

Ray-Ray laughed. “No need to be that polite, Dragon. You act like you don’t know a motherfucker.”

“Seonghwa.”

“Huh?” Ray- Ray furrowed his eyebrows.

“My name is Seonghwa. The establishment is called The Majestic Dragon, but that is not my name. If you’d like, you may call me Chef Park.”

Ray-Ray looked at Spider, who shrugged and chuckled. Ray- Ray sighed. “Okay, Chef Park. I called you over to ask you something.” He got up, leaning to Seonghwa’s ear.

“How the fuck you dodge a trial? Everyone knows HJ never traveled alone. A smart kingpin never does? You buy this place with all that dirty money? The city would hate to hear that. Should watch your back. Chef Park.”

He sat down. “I give you props, though. This shit is slammin. All them years cooking actually did something for you.” Ray-Ray said, the look in his eye showing he definitely wasn’t talking about food.

Seonghwa smiled falsely. “Enjoy your food, and I hope you come again. Thanks for dining with the dragon.”

He stormed back into the kitchen, practically fuming at the ears.

“What happened to you? You look like these tomatoes over here.” Zelie said.

“Not now, Zelie.” Seonghwa rubbed his temples.

“First name basis? Something’s really wrong.” Zelie said, visibly concerned.

“What’s wrong, boss?” Mitch asked, picking up on Seonghwa’s vibe.

“I don’t know yet. I gotta call HJ. Handle that order for me.” Seonghwa gestured to his station, where the order ticket remained, untouched. Mitch nodded, snatching it up and preparing it himself.

Seonghwa headed to the office once again, dialing Hongjoong’s number. He answered on the first ring.

“Hwa you good?”

“I don’t know, man. Some weird shit just happened.” Seonghwa immediately told him everything from his encounter with Ray-Ray and Spider, from the questions about how he avoided trial to the speculation of the city finding out where the money came from.”

“That is some weird shit. I guess that explains the rock.”

“What? What rock?” Seonghwa asked.

Hongjoong glanced at the large rock, with Boy or Girl? Let’s see if you live long enough to find out.

“There was a knock at the door, and I figured it was some pregnancy shit Santana ordered. When I opened it no one was there. Just the rock. I looked around the hall but I saw nobody which is weird as shit because the only way up here is the elevator in the hall, the one in our living room, and the staircase down the hall. There’s no way they made it from my door to the stairs in literally five seconds. Santana’s freaking out.”

Seonghwa pinched the bridge of his nose. “I guess you really can’t run from the hustle. Can’t believe after three fucking years, somebody has it in for us.”

“Well, Dragon, how fast can you get here?” Hongjoong asked.

“Give me 30,” Seonghwa said, switching his kitchen coat for his winter one.

He gave Mitch and Carlos instructions to hold the kitchen down while he was gone. He passed Zelie on his way out.

“I know I grind your gears, but I really do hope you’re okay.” She said in a small voice.

Seonghwa turned to her and gave her a small smile. “Me too.”

On his way out, he turned to look at Ray-Ray’s table. The man had an ugly smirk on his face.

“Leaving so soon, Chef Park? What could possibly have a head chef running out of his own restaurant?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

Seonghwa shook his head and stormed out as his table erupted into laughter.

Stephie here! No idea where I was going with this chapter jsdjssj, I suck at starting off fics but I promise once you see my vision it gets better!

[gwynne-fics]

wei50-blog replied to your post “Silver Lining chapter 60 Eun-Sang could tell, right away, how capable...”

Again, Eun-Sang and Young-Do show how well they work together, especially on business things. Interesting to see how both see the potential risk, and approach Hyun-Joo in a different way about it. Hyun-Joo seems like the perfect candidate. Good Hyo-Shin is doing something? Hm, with their past relationship, wonder if anything will happen between him and Hyun-Joo. (Young-Do’s hint)

>.>

Big change ES from wanting YD to cheat on her in the beginning of their marriage to believing now he never would, (and she wouldn’t want him to!). YD seems so uncomfortable with his own past relationship with HJ, but does he need to be? ES does have good instincts, feeling like there is more to what YD was saying. Wonder if her view of all three will change once she finds out the nature of their relationship with each other previously.

:D

He’s going to let her drive! Wow, another big change! Very brave of YD to actively decide not to let the past with his father take away from his relationship with ES. His love for her is causing him to break free from parts of his past. More trust now between the two, and this becomes another way YD lets ES into his life. Love watching the deepening intimacy between these two. In the past, did HS know all these things YD is now sharing with ES?

Hyo-Shin knew nearly everything about Young-Do. They were incredibly close and trusted each other with everything. The only thing they weren’t, were lovers.

Oooo, Kyung-Ran wrote Young-Do a letter? Hm, doesn’t seem to have been something that was comforting… Wonder if Dong-Wook is going to throw a bomb into their lives…

I think I’ve mentioned the letter a few times now? Enough that there should be fishy hints about it >.>

Ugh, politics at the top board level, treating people like commodities to be used to best bring up the company. VP Kwan pretty secure about his position, constantly challenging and undermining YD. Once YD has fixed his mistake will he be able to kick Kwan off the board? Hm, but then, how and who can quantify when he does fix it. Yea, there is really no one he can trust completely at this level. (loyal not on the board Ji-Hyuk jumps in to get YD off the hook!)

>.>

Tension will always be there because it was Young-Do’s company money rescuing Eun-Sang’s company and the Zeus board will forever think they have rights they don’t. Wonder if it would be different if the situation were reversed? If it was Park Industries, (the woman president), rescuing Zeus, (the man president)? Would there still be such a push for Eun-Sang to get pregnant?

That would be a very interesting story that I can’t write right now >.>

But you’re right, there is a faint hint of sexism to the board wanting to have things they think they are entitled to, but really aren’t. 

Both aw and a little sad Sun-Hee thinks something is wrong with her? Super cute she thinks Young-Do can ‘fix’ her, though. Again, Young-Do impresses with how seriously he takes these little girls by taking what little information he knows and adding to it by asking for help from others with experience? Very humble too. The idea of Young-Do let loose in a toy store looking for something pink and plushy is so hilarious!

I had a lot of fun writing the next few chapters :D

Myung-Soo knows his Young-Do! And Young-Do is at ease acknowledging he does love Eun-Sang! Yay a big step! (please tell her before something bad happens!!!) Haha, yes Young-Do can admit it to himself, but still shy about mushiness! These two are like newlyweds! So adorable! And even though it is not an i love you, what Eun-Sang tells Young-Do means so much because she is telling him she is ready to start a family together!

*cackles evilly*

[roothefool]

okay so one of my pride posts is going to have a pregnant trans man in it (bc they need more representation) and if i get a single fucking mpreg comment i’m gonna find you and kick you /hj

[studiodenden]

"I'm not the decorator": 20 quotes on what it's like to be a lady architect

Looking back on this past year, there have been so much amazing progress in terms of gender, sexuality, and overall human rights. This past year is apart of our forward momentum but many industries, such as our very own architecture and design industry, still have an uphill battle due.

Architecture was traditionally a wealthy man’s hobby. Inspired by the Greek and Roman architects, Thomas Jefferson had a studio in his own home, Monticello, that he used to develop a unique form of American architecture. In 1767 he purchased a small mountain (Monticello means ëlittle mountain' in Italian) near his birthplace, Shadwell. He began construction that year, a process that would continue throughout most of his life. He rebuild Monticello several times.

Since then architecture has remained male-dominated - and for good reason, it’s inextricably tied to the construction industry. Truth be told, contractors aren’t going to be trading in their 210lb laborers for 130lb women anytime soon. Not in a capitalist country at least.

But until then we have our allies like,  Robin Pogrebin, who rote a fantastic NY Times story outlining countless women’s stories. We couldn’t help but not share…

”For a woman to go out alone in architecture is still very, very hard,” the architect Zaha Hadid said. “It’s still a man’s world.” Ms. Hadid often stated that she did not want to serve as a symbol of progress for women in her profession. But, inevitably, she did. A study on diversity in the profession released this year by the American Institute of Architects found that “women strongly believe that there is not gender equity in the industry”; that women and minorities say they are less likely to be promoted to more senior positions; and that gender and race are obstacles to equal pay for comparable positions. Since Ms. Hadid won the Pritzker Prize in 2004, the percentage of female architects in the United States has barely grown, increasing to 25.7 percent from 24 percent, according the Bureau of Labor Statistics.

After Ms. Hadid died on March 31 at 65, The New York Times, in an informal online questionnaire, asked female architects among its readers to talk candidly about their experiences in the profession: the progress they’ve made and the obstacles they still face on construction sites and in client meetings. Below are edited excerpts from a few of some 200 responses we received.

‘Pushing Through Assumptions’

“We absolutely face obstacles. Every single day. It’s still largely a white, male-dominated field, and seeing a woman at the job site or in a big meeting with developers is not that common. Every single day I have to remind someone that I am, in fact, an architect. And sometimes not just an architect, but the architect. I’m not white, wearing black, funky glasses, tall or male. I’m none of the preconceptions of what an architect might be, and that means that every time I introduce myself as an architect, I have to push through the initial assumptions. Every new job site means a contractor who will assume I am the assistant, decorator or intern. It usually isn’t until the third meeting that the project team looks to me for the answers to the architectural problems.”

—Yen Ha, New York

“African-American women make up less than 0.3 percent of the architecture industry. There are approximately 300 licensed African-American women architects in the whole of the United States. I am a rarity in the field. It’s overwhelming being in an industry that doesn’t see your demographic enough to correlate it with the occupation you love.”

—Farida Abu-Bakare, Atlanta

The Boys’ Club

“Subcontractors, who have [fewer] opportunities to work with women architects and designers, seem to think that we do not even know how to change a light bulb and that our only role is just to decorate interiors. Many subcontractors seem very surprised whenever I give them solutions.”

—HJ Kim

“There is always that moment, while stepping onto a new construction site, that a few might consider a woman an intruder in a boys’ club. This quickly dissipates as soon as I treat them with respect. After all, they are the craftsmen that work with the materials daily. I am eager to learn from them, and they can elevate my design. Being a woman has also had some advantages, as certain clients feel more comfortable working with a woman during the design process.”

—Amanda McNally, North Palm Beach, Fla.

“I’ve seen younger women with architecture degrees pushed into more drafting, more into interiors and landscapes, while the men seem to think they are “better” at designing the building structure and are given more face time with the clients. A woman in large firms may be kept in the background.

—Maddy Samaddar-Johnson, New York

“The design profession won’t be integrated until the construction industry is, too. (Good luck with that!)”

—Bronwyn Barry, San Francisco

The Commission Gap

“It is easier to get commissions from educational, health care and governmental institutions than from fields which are very male-dominated. The only female in a board room discussing a project is the one in the skinny dress, delivering messages and setting lunches!”

—Juann Khoory, Wellesley, Mass.

“I have heard discussions where Zaha Hadid’s name came up as a suggestion to do a high-rise tower, and the men around the table declared her too risky. This is emblematic of the obstacles inherent in the field of high-profile projects. There needs to be more awareness among women in a position to be clients to consider hiring architectural firms that have women in design leadership roles.”

—Claire Weisz, New York

“My eagerness to learn is perceived as ignorance. My strong voice and firm stance are perceived as ‘bitchiness.’ It’s unlikely and uncommon for women to get commissions, gain corporate clients and to be given high-level responsibility.”

—Patricia Galván, San Jose, Calif.

The Road to Success

“I did what most successful female architects did before Zaha: I partnered with my husband. Saying that sounds horrible, but I never thought it could be different. I simply chose not to swim against the tide. Yes, he knows I use him sometimes to open the road for me, and he is fine with that.”

—Flavia Quintanilha, Brazil

“There was a time when women were not allowed to be members of the Century Club. About that same time, as a young architect trying to survive, I was doing exhibition design and had been hired by an N.Y.C. art collector to do an installation of Piranesi prints for the Century Club. When the club learned that I was a woman architect, I was not allowed to install the exhibit. I, like many other women architects, found it much easier and less humiliating to just strike out on my own. I have been in my own practice now for 20 years.”

—Christine Matheu, Bloomington, Ind.

The Pritzker Path

“To get a few more Pritzker-winning women, let’s:

• Never call anyone over age 18 a girl, especially not in a client meeting. This is not cute; it is patronizing.

• Make sure you introduce yourself to women on the project. (I have experienced this countless times in a meeting, where someone introduces themselves to the rest of the team but somehow skips me.)

• Do not comment on their bodies/clothing more than you might a man’s. (Don’t make jokes about them dieting ….)

• Don’t apologize for swearing in front of them. This is 2016; I am pretty sure women can handle it.

• Don’t interrupt them or talk over them.

• Don’t devalue their social ability. Getting everyone together for an office event can show leadership and planning. Being able to communicate is a key skill in a field with so many consultants.

• Do promote women into positions of power and influence. My previous firm rarely promoted women. I eventually quit. Next thing you know, they promoted all the women in the office. I like to think something got through.”

—Amity Kurt, New York

The Work/Life Balance

“No overtime pay and no paid parental leave can make it hard to justify staying in a profession. As a new mom, I feel like I must choose between advancing to a principal, or being there for my child. I will forgo the opportunity of making principal if it means I can be an involved parent.”

—Rosemary Park, Cambridge, Mass.

“After my daughter was born, it was clearly not possible to support her and do great work. I work as an urban designer for a planning department in a major city — the culture of planners is remarkably different and healthy. I never had trouble until I accepted a top award, seven months pregnant, in front of a large pool of existing and potential clients. After building a strong reputation for great work, the phone stopped ringing.”

—Maia Small, San Francisco

The profession is losing women faster than imaginable. This is due to the low wages and long hours at the start of one’s career, as well as those seeking to be parents. My firm is predominantly women, and I offer lots of work/life balance to my team so they can lead fulfilling lives, given the many hats they wear each day.

—Carol Kurth, Bedford, N.Y.

The Glass Ceiling

Women struggle far more for institutional and corporate work and for high-level responsibilities. The ratio of men to women was 50-50 in my graduating class at Columbia University in 1992, but today, most of my female classmates have dropped out of the profession.

—Deborah Ascher Barnstone, Sydney, Australia

“I have practiced now for 40 years, and the percentage of women in leadership roles in the profession has improved only a small percentage in that time. After my first five to seven years, being treated as kind of a cute or sweet team member, I left for a position in urban design in the public sector, retaining my own self-identity as an architect/urban designer. Without that clarity, I’d have left the field completely. The women partners I know are still the people who left other firms to begin their own.”

—Rebecca G. Barnes, Seattle, Washington

“I ended up creating my own ‘mommy-track,’ working as a sole practitioner, doing mostly single-family residential work for almost 20 years. I had always aspired to work in the public sphere, and by designing high-end houses in Marin County, Calif., I had clearly failed on that front. At some level, I will always wonder whether I failed at my profession, or if my profession failed me. That said, I am an optimist and am actively involved in the Missing 32% Project [formed to illuminate gender challenges] at the American Institute for Architects San Francisco, so I can help figure this out for younger architects and for the profession itself, which is sadly hemorrhaging talent because it has been unresponsive to the needs of its members.”

—Sharon Portnoy, Mill Valley, Calif.

Mentoring

“I worked for Zaha when I was first out of college. I did not have an architecture degree, but she hired me anyway and then encouraged me to apply to graduate school when I feared I would not get in. (I did.) I credit her influence directly for my decision to pursue architecture.”

—Marion Cage McCollam, New Orleans

[declassroomedteach-blog]

Jailhouse Salvation 101

Jailhouse Salvation 101

(word count approx 1570)

By Gina Fournier

 The Merchant-Ivory movie adaptation of E. M. Forster’s A Room with a View features a poignant scene following a street fight that ends in murder.  Lucy (Helen Bonham Carter) comments that you witness something memorable and think you’ll never be the same, but then you forget and return to your old self.  I hope to do a better job holding onto my jailhouse conversion, from skeptical to convinced about the existence of God.  

 Disclaimer: My conviction has wavered intensely even before I finished editing this essay.

Thanks to my former employer and its bad actors, an institution I’ll call Land of Motown Community College, where I served as an English teacher, I’ve seen the best and the worst of pure Michigan humanity.  If God created humans, God sure must have a sense of humor.

Even a smattering of details from my story sound like a rollercoaster Lifetime movie no one wants to watch.  Since 2012, I’ve been sexist witch-hunted through an ongoing living nightmare that has included hack shrinks, illegal and involuntary lock up in a Catholic mental health ward and now incarceration for thirty-four days in a mid-Michigan county jail for a crime I did not commit. College administrators, union teachers, dirty cops, dirty doctors, dirty nuns and dirty priests, plus the state’s top most government officials, have participated in the protection of white collar criminals and encouraged my simultaneous downfall.   All this for me, so one man can prove his power over unions near union ground zero.

The U.S. Constitution’s first amendment makes clear that government is not to establish any official religion, not protect any particular religion from existing laws. Perhaps the founding fathers could foresee the distant future.  Nearly two hundred fifty years later, a female citizen has found cause to invert the phrase “God bless you” with blasphemy, attempting to redress grievances.  

I’ve never met the emergency room doctor who signed me into a Catholic looney bin for a week.  To my horror, I was held in a Catholic Siberia, it turns out, on campus with my all girl Catholic high school.  I was raised and violated by the same church, which now pretends it’s never met me.  Thirty five years ago, for Halloween, classmates mimicked the Robert Redford movie Brubaker to stage a failed, backboneless prison break.  These classmates, who have also turned away from my plight, dressed not in hospital gowns or orange as the new black, but plaid skirts and knee socks adorned temporarily with stripes. (Good girls, we stopped mock rioting when the nuns glared.)

Unfortunately, there is no law or principle governing the intersection of religion and families.   In my time of need, even my immediate and extended family has turned away, exponentially multiplying my distress.  My extended Catholic family has not advocated for me, though it would cost nothing except some skin.  The anger caused by this and so many betrayals envelops like nuclear explosion.

However, I realized something on day thirty-three of my lock up in the big house.  Because the ties between families and religion tend to act like strangleholds, my estranged Catholic mother is incapable of doing the one thing I want and need her most to do: to demand that Livonia Catholics honestly investigate me claims.  Because of my new found belief, I forgive my aging mother.  She’s only human and doing the best she can.  (Unfortunately, the damage done feels irreparable.  Forgiveness does not mean I can tolerate her presence.)

Through five solid years of loss, I have been cornered mentally and financially into a nearly impossible position.  But the kindest of strangers have helped me to survive.  Downstate, nice generous neighbors responded to my cries for help by giving. Up north, the same.   People have given money, food, house wares, helpful supplies such as wood, shoes, warm clothes, plus their time and honest well wishes.  I wish I would have kept better track of the names and faces of the many regular people who have been so kind, forming a lifeline, keeping me alive.

My fighting spirit has kept better track of my transgressors, including Fox News Detroit, which ran a sexist hack piece in 2015 cutting together footage I asked them not to shoot in order to make me look looser than loopy.  In search of more positive and helpful press, my creative and liberal mind encouraged me to tag my own, downstate old-ring suburban home with a metaphoric phrase that offended and confused.  “A religious figure criminally violated me!” Only my version was Twitter-short.  Basic sentence: subject, verb, object.  

Passersby assumed I was nutz.  I’m not. Unfortunately, the human resources’ labor attorney and architect of my nightmare is smart enough to know that once a crone-aged female is labeled crazy dangerous, most people won’t bother to parse the facts.  Just ask Hillary.  Voters elected a man without ethics, unwilling to practice stability, a sexual harasser, eager to “lock her up!”

I recreated my civil rights protest up north at a lake named after the largest city in New Brunswick. Maybe I watched too many episodes of Little House on the Prairie, after numerous rereadings of the Laura Ingalls Wilder books.  In middle age, without an income, I’ve been forced to gather wood and water for two years, for two winters, with a third approaching, in order to survive in my dead husband’s summer cabin, which is facing tax forfeiture, and soon.  In both iterations, I repainted my eye-catching sacrilegious phrase with “Act Peace.”  I’m not a bad person, or dangerous, or interested in spreading evil. But Fox News Detroit has been not interested in my actual story.  

While I was incarcerated, nasty locals ran down my mailbox to which my sign “Act Peace” was nailed, and then took the sign.  Two paintings espousing the Statue of Liberty have been stolen.  My sign about the connection between the dirty cop who put me in jail and Land of Motown Community College was stolen, I’d guess by the dirty cop.  My cries for “help!” with needed justice have been ignored.  Instead, community officials at this private lake community have bent the law with the help of dirty local county officials, who may try to re-arrest me over the care of my feces.  Yes, you read correctly.  My troubles continue.  Danger surrounds. This is not a pretty story.

(FYI. Please believe me. I’m still be getting my proverbial shit together, but I’ve always I properly and responsibly discarded my poop.)

Something wicked this way came, and stayed, but I pray to harness goodness and finally slay the beast on my back. I’ve been falsely accused of being suicidal and a danger to society within a country that has grown accustomed to men mass murdering and sexual harassing.  I know the pain of mental illness in the form of mental torture, so I feel very sympathetic to those, especially military veterans, who suffer from PTSD.  Mental pain is real.  And can be excruciating.  I realize no matter my idiosyncratic tendencies, finally winning a measure of justice will require the help of other people, and, well, by any name, I guess God.  I know that God may not intercede with my legal and financial problems but belief in a higher power does help with gratefulness and tranquility.

In jail, every day is a good day to die.  However, the smallest graces save a tattered soul and help a person carry on to the next long minute.   I want to thank the two women who ran Bible study every Tuesday.  Yes, you read correctly.  Unbeknownst to them, they gave me gold for a writer without means: a composition notebook, on my 54th birthday, which was an otherwise desolate milestone.  Moreover, these women of God showed me a respectable and inspirational version of Christianity.

On cable tv, my cellmates preferred back-to-back episodes of Cops, shows about zombies, the shallow high jinks of Jerry Springer, endless sci-fi.  (I prefer comedy and drama.)  The day I was eventually sprung from the slammer, my legal troubles abated but not erased, Unsolved Mysteries ran a segment on St. Pio, an Italian priest who was said to develop stigmata and miraculously heal.  Angered, under stress, I admit I acted out loudly like an ass (even by jail standards): “I hope they roast his nuts!”  

Many jail birds claim to accept Jesus as their savior, though none gave up their bottom bunk for the pregnant woman in our ranks.  Critically, I recognized around me the kind of souls who would have rejected Mary and Joseph. But I was forced to realize this was not a television segment that was going to uncover more Catholic dirt.  Although St. Pio may have self-inflicted his wounds, trapped in a county cell block, I dropped my bad attitude and truly felt in my body an undeniable wave of love.      

No surprise, in the short time since my release on PR bond, my nascent jailhouse conversion has been tested and wavered, fallen apart, and needing rebuilding.  Im not a saint.  My days are terrifying and unresolved.  But.  If I breathe calmly and deeply, and repeat my affirmations, what some call prayers, I recognize a connection between hope and light.    

House of Hope in Hersey, Michigan, offered me a composition notebook.  Any additional help readers may offer with legal defense, plumbing, back taxes, transportation, work or grace are appreciated. Thank you.  

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In The Bronx - Hongjoong (7 + Epilogue)

Part: 7 of 7 PLUS EPILOGUE

Genre: Drugdealer!Hongjoong, Drugdealer! SeonghwaAU, Fluff

Word Count:  2.7k

Requested: no

Warnings: MC is a black female, swearing, Hongjoong’s brother is inspired by Mingi,

NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU.

The ride home was jubilant, with Minjoon shouting about the games Hongjoong missed, as well as gushing about a girl he had started seeing recently.

“So you wait till I’m locked up to date someone?” Hongjoong narrowed his eyes. “I’m happy for you, though. Just don’t get her pregnant, or I’m gonna have to head back to my cell.”

Minjoon rolled his eyes. “And like I said before if you get Santana pregnant, I’m gonna fight you too.”

Santana laughed. “Not this conversation again.” She shook her head.

“You mean this is a normal thing?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow.

“More than I’d like to admit,” Santana said, barely audible over the brotherly bickering next to her.

Seonghwa parked the car in front of Hongjoong’s building and everyone exited the car.

“It feels good to be back,” Hongjoong said, stretching from the ride.

They entered the apartment, filling up the living room.

“Of all the times I’ve been in here, seeing you here is a damn good feeling, Boss,” Seonghwa said, patting Hongjoong’s back.

“Thanks, man. I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you. Well, more like apologize.”

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows. “Apologize for what?”

“For that day when I made you second in command. You were trying to leave, and I wrapped you further into the business. Sitting in my cell, I thought how many times you mentioned culinary school to me back then. I didn’t take you into consideration when I made my decision; I honestly just couldn’t see myself running this shit without you. But I know it’s not what you wanted, so I’m sorry.”

Seonghwa shook his head. “When you appointed me, I could’ve easily said right then and there that I was leaving the business. I had the power to tell you that I didn’t want the position. But I didn’t. I realized how important it was for you to have someone who truly had your back as your right hand, and I knew that person was me. Besides, who else could you trust with your double life? Who else would run around taking product from here back to the warehouse just to make sure your brother never found out? Who would take over the entire place while you were locked up? Even back then, I knew it would have to be me. I had to be there for you. And I have been because you’re my boy. I wasn’t gonna leave you hanging. Not now, not ever. Plus, I still have time to go to school, right?” Seonghwa smiled.

Hongjoong returned the smile. “I guess you’re right. But I have more to tell you. All of you. While I was awaiting trial, I met Minjoon and I’s father.”

“You met WHO now?” Santana said.

“I must not be hearing correctly. It sounds like you said you met our father.” Minjoon’s eyes bulged out of their sockets.

“I need a drink,” Seonghwa stated, heading for the fridge.

“I did. He was my cellmate, actually.”

“You shared a cell with your deadbeat father? The universe is never in your favor.” Santana shook her head.

“When I first got there, he wouldn’t show his face or even acknowledge me. I took it as a blessing because you never know who’s in there, you know? After MJ and Tana visited and I went back to my cell, he started asking all these questions. How was my visit, who was the girl I was drawing, if she visited me, a whole lotta shit.”

“You drew me when you were in? You can DRAW?” Santana blurted out.

“Focus! Anyway, I asked him why he was there and if he gets any visitors. He said no, and that he has a bunch of enemies because he’s in there for murder.”

“MURDER? Did he kill mom?” Minjoon interrupted.

“Can all of you shut the FUCK up? Damn. So long story short, he calls me a nickname only my mom ever called me so I ask him how the fuck he knows that shit and he turns to me for the first time and I recognize the scar on his face immediately. So I nearly flipped my shit and after coming back from talking to Sarah crazy ass, I told him to leave me alone. Did he? No. he keeps talking and tells me that not only is he the guy that took my mom away, but he was also both my and Minjoon’s father. I called his bluff, thinking he was only saying that shit to get me to open up to him. But he told me some stuff that not many people know. He even knows about my birthmark. So at this point, I ask him like what the fuck, you know? So he tells me how because he was a kingpin, mom didn’t want us anywhere near him. She might’ve been an addict, but she wanted to protect us from his lifestyle. So, one day, after five years of mom refusing to live with him, he decided to come up with the master plan of kidnapping her. Told her that either she leaves with him or he killed us. He knew she would choose to save us, so it was a no brainer. He said she was the reason the cops found us; she wanted to make sure we’d be okay. She always tried to track us down, keep an eye on us. She felt guilty when I dropped out. The day he let her free to go find us, she was tagged by a drug dealer she owed money to. She didn’t make it.”

The room fell silent as nobody could find the right words to say.

“Well, sounds like everyone needs a drink.” Seonghwa grabbed glasses from the cupboard, filling them with Hennessey.

“Really?” Minjoon asked when Seonghwa handed him a glass.

Seonghwa shrugged. “It’s not like this is your first drink. We found you stumbling around Brooklyn when HJ got arrested. And again in November after that Thanksgiving party in Brownsville. And the Halloween party back in October. Oh yeah and the-”

“Okay. I think everyone gets it, Seonghwa. Thanks.” Minjoon grabbed the glass, visibly embarrassed.

Seonghwa handed a glass to Santana before grabbing an empty glass and giving it to Hongjoong. He dumped the remaining contents of the bottle, filling his glass to the brim. “Bottoms up, bro. You need it.” He said, causing everyone to laugh.

Hongjoong sipped from his glass. “I haven’t tasted alcohol in so long. God damn. Before I’m too drunk to talk, I wanted to say this. The whole point of me telling you this story was that I did some thinking while I was in there. My dad didn’t go to high school. I dropped out. He was a kingpin. I’m a kingpin. He’s in jail. I was in jail. I wanna break the cycle. I want out. No more of this hustlin shit.”

“So, without the drug dealing, what are you gonna do?” Minjoon asked.

“I’m gonna get a real job. Go back to school for Music Production and Engineering. Probably minor in Songwriting. Santana’s been telling me to make it a profession, and I’m gonna do just that.”

“Have you ever produced before?” Minjoon asked, becoming confused when the rest of the room erupted in laughter.

“You really live under a fucking rock,” Seonghwa said.

“Have you ever heard songs by a producer named Kilo?” Santana asked Minjoon.

“Oh yeah. All the time. DaBaby just used a beat by him, I think.”

“Yeah, well. It was made in your living room.” Hongjoong smirked.

“No way. YOU made those beats? What the fuck were you selling drugs for?”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “Those drugs made sure you had clothes on your back and food in your greedy ass stomach. Be grateful.”

“So, with you gone, what happens with the warehouse?” Seonghwa asked.

“That’s another thing I wanted to discuss with you. I need one more favor.” Hongjoong asked, giving him a knowing look.

Seonghwa nodded immediately, seeming to pick up what he was putting down.

“Do you two have a secret language or something? The fuck is this?” Minjoon asked.

“We’re kingpin and second in command. How else do you think we talk to each other?” Hongjoong asked, setting his glass down. “I think we should all head to the warehouse later. There’s a speech I have to give.”

They all headed out to eat at City Island, indulging in crab legs and lobster tails to celebrate Hongjoong’s release. Afterward, they made their way down to the new warehouse, which Hongjoong had yet to see fully renovated. Mitch was working as lookout and opened the door immediately upon hearing the kingpin’s voice.

“Welcome back, Boss.” Mitch dapped Hongjoong up. “Hey y’all! The boss is back!”

Cheers and applause echoed through the warehouse as Hongjoong made his way to the center of the room.

“Thanks, y’all, I appreciate it. I wanted to take this time to talk to all of you. When I started this lifestyle, I did it all for that guy right there.” He pointed to Minjoon. “When I gained custody of him, I was 18, a high school dropout, and dumb. I didn’t know the first thing about raising someone. I just knew I wanted life to be easy for him. I’m sure that’s the reason for many of you being here. But in being here as well as in Sing Sing, I realized this isn’t something I want to do for the rest of my life. As great as Rodney was, I don’t want to grow old in this business and retire to Florida after selling dope for all my life. I have dreams I want to pursue, things I want to do. I want to give my girl the life she deserves, without fearing that I’m going to be snatched away at any time. Because of this, I’ve decided to step down as kingpin. I hope you all understand my reasons. That being said, I am leaving Dragon in charge of the business. But, I know Dragon doesn’t want to do this forever either, so for that reason, I am leaving the fate of the business in his hands.”

He turned to Seonghwa. “Dragon. Whatever you want to do, keep the business running, dissolve it, that’s your decision. You’ve held the business down when I needed you the most, so I trust you to run it in my departure. As for all of you, it was an honor working with you. And next time you see me, don’t call me boss. It’s HJ.” Hongjoong said. Everyone began clapping again, some even shaking Hongjoong’s hand and expressing their admiration and respect for his decision and how he handled the situation.

Hongjoong finally makes it out of the crowd and walks towards Minjoon and Santana.

“Well HJ, ex-kingpin, now what?” Minjoon asked, smiling.

Hongjoong shrugged. “The rest of my life. Whatever that is.”

  *3 years later*

Hongjoong walked into his penthouse condo, setting his backpack on the floor. A swift pair of feet are heard from the back of the apartment before a sudden force knocks him off his feet. He laughed, wrapping his arms around the small frame.

“Hey pretty girl, how was school?” He asked, setting her down.

“Good! How was school for you?”

“It was great, thanks for asking. Where’s Santana?” He walked into the living room.

“She went to the supermarket with Minjoon. She asked if I wanted to go, but I didn’t want you to come home and be alone.” She said, twirling her pigtails.

Hongjoong chuckled. “You stayed home all by yourself for me? My hero.” He sat down on the couch, the little girl right behind him.

“Hey, Soojin.”

“Yes?” She looked up at Hongjoong.

“You like living here? With me, Santana and Minjoon?”

Soojin nodded eagerly. “I love it here. You and Minjoon are the best brothers ever and Santana takes me shopping, makes me yummy food, and she paints my nails!”

Hongjoong smiled. After he stepped down as kingpin, he enrolled into Columbia University. He started working at Costco’s with San (for real this time) and with the money he made as kingpin, he bought a condo. Minjoon enrolled in Columbia as well, earning a full ride for playing football and choosing to study Business Management. Santana, after saving up was able to open Santana’s Threads, her very own boutique.

Hongjoong, after much thought, began to visit his father in jail. He decided that although his father didn’t deserve a son, he deserved a father. Minjoon was against it for a while, but eventually accepted visiting their father, whose name they learned was Chungho.

During one of their visits, they found out they had another sibling.

“Wait. We have a sister?” Minjoon asked incredulously.

Chungho nodded. “Soojin. She’s 5.”

“Where is she if you’re in here?” Hongjoong asked.

“Foster care. I have no relatives for her to live with, and without knowing where you were, there was no other choice.”

“Can we get her? She should be with family.” Minjoon asked.

“Are you sure? It’s not your responsibility, so I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured.” Chungho looked at Hongjoong.

“Like Minjoon said, she deserves to be with family.” He nodded.

“I’ll talk to my social worker. I really appreciate you, boys. I know I don’t deserve even a second of your time but believe me when I say I’m grateful. And thank you for accepting Soojin. I could never repay you.”

The fight for custody was tedious and much lengthier than Hongjoong remembered from when he fought for Minjoon. His incarceration came up, and for a while, he thought his case would be thrown away. Once the judge had a long talk with Judge Jackson, who presided over the murder case, he decided to disregard it. The boys were eventually granted custody, and they brought Soojin home. For months, she wouldn’t speak. She’d sit in a corner and refuse to interact. It wasn’t until Hongjoong asked her what was wrong did she speak.

“Every time I’m happy somewhere, the lady in the black suit takes me somewhere else.”

“The lady in the black suit? You mean the caseworker?” Hongjoong asked.

Soojin nodded.

“Soojin, no one is gonna take you away from us. This is your home. If anyone tries to take you from here, they’re gonna have to fight me. Because you’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck here. Forever. With me.” He said, making a silly face.

Soojin laughed, jumping into his arms.

From that day on they were inseparable. They enrolled Soojin in the local elementary school, and they all took turns picking her up. To everyone’s surprise, Soojin was amazing at soccer. So, every Saturday they would attend her little league game. Afterward, they’d go out for lunch together as a family.

The door opened, and in walked Santana and Minjoon with bags of groceries.

“Hey, baby.” Santana said, kissing Hongjoong.

“Bleh.” Soojin made a face.

“What do you mean ‘bleh’? huh?” Santana said, tickling Soojin and making her giggle.

“It is bleh, I agree with Soojin.” Minjoon chimed in.

“What you need to do is shut up and put those groceries away. Today’s the grand opening for The Majestic Dragon.”

Santana jumped up off the couch. “Today? Shit, I forgot! Hurry up Minjoon, we can’t be late!”

After Hongjoong’s resignation, Seonghwa chose to dissolve the business. While some of the workers chose to do their own thing, Seonghwa and several of the warehouse’s men went into a business venture together. They all completed culinary school and used their savings to begin construction of their new restaurant. After almost a year, it was finally complete, and Seonghwa invited Hongjoong and everyone to the grand opening. As for the Coca Twins, the revelation of their affiliation with Bianchi and Sarah tarnished their reputation in the streets, their customers scrambling to find other vendors. They were also put on probation for false accusations and their involvement in dozens of other cases. Bianchi and Sarah were tried and found guilty for several accounts of false imprisonment and corruption, as well as falsifying a police report. They were each sentenced to 15 years and they had to surrender their badge and license.

They all got dressed and put Soojin in her best dressed before driving to Manhattan for the opening. They made it just in time for the ribbon-cutting, Seonghwa smiling brightly as they walked over.

“You’re right on time. Thanks for coming.”

“Is this your store, Uncle Hwa?” Soojin asked.

“Of course it is! Remember I was gonna make a big store and cook you lots of food? This is where I’m gonna cook it. Just for you.” He pinched her cheek.

“The one girl he’s ever been sweet to,” Hongjoong mumbled. Santana laughed.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, and Soojin, I present to you, The Majestic Dragon!” Seonghwa shouted as he cut the ribbon and the crowd cheered.

“Well, ex-kingpin, how’s life treating you now?” Santana asked.

Hongjoong squeezed her hand. “Never been better.”

Stephie here! I hope you all enjoyed this AU. It’s my first ever Ateez writing, and I’m really proud of it. I might make another AU elaborating on Seonghwa’s story (this would be set in epilogue times, not another POV of this one if that makes sense)

Thank you so much for reading!