Now that’s 90′s- A Seventeen Collab
Hosted by @beomcoups and @mingsolo
Drive in theaters... mall hopping on the weekends... confessing your watching TRL and Daria on MTV. The 90s were all about being fresh, nostalgic and keeping it real. Who better to star in this 90′s collab other than SVT?
Below are the authors that are going to be taking us through the decade, one Seventeen boy at a time.
S. Coups
→ Cry-Baby by @duhnova
→ pairing: biker!choi seungcheol x fem!reader
→ genre: fluff, angst, opposites attract, drama, kind of college au, smut
→ summary: decked out in leather and riding a harley davidson like he’s got business with the devil, choi seungcheol was the talk of your small town. everyone looked down on him and when you come home for the first time since starting uni you find it hard to believe that the pouty lipped kid you tossed off the merry-go-round when you were six was some slick haired delinquent.
→ rating: 18+
Jeonghan
→ [he Emperor and I] by @flurrys-creativity
→ pairing: emperor!Jeonghan x Reader
→ genre: royal au, the king and I 1999 animation au, s2l, romance, fluff, humour, angst, eventual smut
→ summary: You travel as a teacher to Caratland on the request of emperor Jeonghan. Though the emperor wasn't what you expected, neither was your stay in the foreign land. Especially with Jeonghan using every chance he got to tease you.
→ rating: 18+
Joshua
→ [Stop, Kiss] by @hobeemin
→ pairing: joshua hong x poc!(f) reader
→ genre: romance, angst, drama, fluff, college au, 90s au (based on Can’t Hardly Wait)
→ summary: joshua wasn’t what you called popular back in high school, in fact, he was practically invisible. what happens when he runs into his childhood crush in college after growing into his looks? awhole lot of shenanigans ensue.
→ rating: 18+
Jun
→ Ugh! As If! by @ wongyuseokie
→ pairing: College Student Junhui x Female Reader
→ genre: established relationship, pwp, fluff, smut
→ summary: Your boyfriend decided to take you into a drive-in movie for date night, only problem? He looks scrumptious, and now your task is to make sure he knows just how good he looks, without the others knowing.
→ rating: 18+
Hoshi
→ [Caller #17] by @beomcoups
→ pairing: jock!Hoshi x college radio dj!reader (femme)
→ genre: 90’s au. strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst,
→ summary: You could name 10 things that you hate about him easily. But when you bond together over music, those things slowly turn into love instead.
→ rating: 18+
Wonwoo
→ [PAUSE + PLAY] by @mingsolo
→ pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader
→ genre: 90s au, fluff, humor
→ summary: Your new job at the VHS store starts to get interesting when a handsome young man comes to the counter with a bunch of interesting picks.
→ rating: nc17
Woozi
→ You Drive Me Crazy (But It Feels Alright) by @wooahaeproductions
→ pairing: Lee Jihoon x Female Reader
→ genre: angst, fluff, smut
→ summary: You and your neighbor, Jihoon used to be best friends as kids. As time passed, unfortunate events and the cliques of junior high tore the two of you apart. Several years later, you find yourselves in the same college but the two of you actively avoid each other and some people would even say you were enemies. As fate would have it, breakups lead you both to wonder if there's ever a chance to rekindle the friendship.
→ rating: 18+
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DK
→ 60 Billion by @onlyseokmins pt. 1 pt. 2
→ pairing: Lee Seokmin x Female Reader
→ genre: smut, action!au, apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic!au, space western!au, enemies to comrades to lovers!au, angst, fluff
→ summary: How did a legendary bounty promised for turning in the wasteland's most infamous outlaw transform into a sick, little inside betting joke amongst your traveling companions? Though you have no idea why they're doing it… you sure as hell don't want that very same gunslinger comrade worth sixty billion double dollars to know anything about it either — but oops — looks like he already does! Damn you and your temper, some unhelpful lip-loosening alcohol, and one no-good, sorry excuse of a preacher you sometimes think of as a friend.
→ rating: 18+
Mingyu
→ Agent K by @milfgyuu
→ pairing: Kim Mingyu x Fem!Reader
→ genre: Men In Black!AU, 90’s!AU, Humor, Action, Romance (smut?)
→ summary: You’re the agency's top recruit five years running and your reward? Getting stuck with a rookie as your new partner. Not only is he a walking disaster but he’s also the director’s grandson. You’re tasked with both keeping him alive and in line when he tries to sweet talk his way into melting your icy professional exterior.
→ rating: 18+
Minghao
→ BREAK AND RETURN by @cheolism
→ pairing: brother's-bandmate!minghao x f!reader
→ genre: 90s au, smut, fwb/fucking your brother's friend
→ summary: last week minghao did what he thought was best and put an end to your fling. he sees you again before band practice and can't help but give in to his desires.
→ rating: 18+
Seungkwan
→ once upon a summer by @the-boy-meets-evil
→ pairing: Seungkwan x fem!reader
→ genre: 90s!au, summer love | fluff and some angst
→ summary: Every summer kind of goes the same. The population of your usually sleepy beach town doubles and you bust your ass to make enough money to last through the slow season. But a new face blows into town like a whirlwind and he’s determined to catch your eye. Only one problem: he’s here for the summer and you’re married to this town.
→ rating:18+
Vernon
→ Natsukashii by @flurrys-creativity
→ pairing: Vernon x Reader (probably fem)
→ genre: Jurassic Park AU, 90s AU, acquaintances to lovers/distant friends to lovers, Fluff, Angst
→ summary: It should have been a fun weekend trip but after the boat got caught by a storm and crashed on one of the dinosaur islands, you got separated from the group. You nearly despaired until Vernon found you.
→ rating: sfw and 15+
Dino
→ Four Page Letter by @shuadotcom
→ pairing: Lee Chan x Fem!Reader
→ genre: Fluff, smut, mild angst
→ summary: Chan has always been just one of your step-brother’s best friends. He’s also been in love with you for as long as everyone remembers, but you never paid him much mind - that is until you decide to return home after many years away and you see the man he’s become. He goes from being your little brother’s best friend to being the perfect man for you in a matter of months. Now the questions are who wants who more and will either of you do anything about your feelings?
→ rating: 18+
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Shadows of Diception
Chapter 1
⚠️Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fanfiction and is purely a product of the author's imagination. It does not depict any real-life events or individuals. While some characters may be inspired by real-life idols, their portrayal in this story is fictional and not representative of their true selves. Please note that this book may contain triggering content, including themes of abuse, gore, murder, humiliation, bullying, rape, and other mature and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised, especially for those under the age of 18. If you are uncomfortable with such content, it is recommended to refrain from reading and kindly disregard this story.
"Hey, Hana! Jessica and I are heading to the canteen. Are you coming?" Georgia asked, swiftly packing her belongings into her bag. The moment the word 'canteen' slipped from her lips, I could feel a pang of hunger in my stomach. But the harsh reality was, I didn't have any money.
"Uh... You two go ahead. I'm on a diet, remember?" I responded, forcing a smile while clutching my bag tightly.
Georgia raised an eyebrow at me and scoffed, "You're already skinny," she murmured under her breath as she walked away.
"Are you sure you're not coming?" Jessica asked, lingering at the door.
I just nodded and offered her a reassuring smile. "Okay," she replied, looking slightly concerned before she left.
With a sigh, I turned my attention to the window, my thoughts drifting away with the view outside.
Lies. Yes, lying is generally considered bad, but in my situation, it felt like the only option. I am a scholarship student, secretly blending in with my affluent classmates. My presence in this prestigious university is solely due to my scholarship.
From the first day, I was exposed to the harsh reality of this seemingly perfect institution. The environment was toxic, a different kind of toxicity compared to what I had experienced at home with my parents. It was like stepping into a hellish realm.
On my first day, I witnessed firsthand how the scholarship students were treated - they were bullied, treated like maids, or even worse, like pets. I was deeply disappointed to see the university professors turn a blind eye to such bullying. The most terrifying part was that they would beat the person to the brink of death, and no one would intervene. The crowd just watched, and I too, was frozen in fear.
In this hostile environment, my only defense was to lie. I pretended that my parents were wealthy and that I lived a life of luxury. Thankfully, I managed to make two friends, all daughters of well-known business moguls. By some divine intervention, they never asked me to prove my wealth. If they had, I would have been exposed, and my life would have become even more complicated.
My train of thought was abruptly interrupted by a commotion outside the window. I had a clear view of the spectacle unfolding - a figure on a Harley Davidson motorcycle was making an entrance through the university's grand gates. Recognizing the bike, I knew instantly who it was - the famously known Professor Jeon Jungkook.
His presence sparked excitement among the girls and even the female professors of the university. However, his frosty demeanor seemed to be impervious to their fawning. Rumors had it that he was already married to the renowned model Farah, who also happened to be my idol. Despite his marital status being common knowledge, it didn't deter the girls from pursuing him.
To be honest, if I were in his shoes, I'd find it quite annoying too. I had seen his coldness and occasional cruelty firsthand. His rejections were brutal, leading to public humiliation for those who dared to confess their feelings to him. In fact, there were three girls who had tragically taken their own lives due to the humiliation they faced after being rejected by him.
Despite his harshness, I was perplexed as to why girls, including my friends, were still chasing after him. I admit, I too was initially smitten by him, but witnessing his cruelty made me withdraw my feelings.
However, one day while watching TV, I saw a completely different side of him. During an interview featuring Jungkook and his wife Farah, I saw how sweet and gentle he was towards her. I wasn't sure if it was all for show, but Farah's genuine reactions made me believe in his sincere affection for her. I found myself smiling at the sight. If I could find a man like that, I'd be grateful. I wouldn't worry about him cheating or anything of that sort. Farah is indeed lucky to have him.
The university bell echoed through the halls, signaling the commencement of the next class. My classmates, including my friends, burst into the room, disrupting the silence. I sighed, observing as some of the girls began retouching their makeup and hiking up their skirts, actions that I found rather distasteful. I knew why they were behaving this way - our next class was Psychology, taught by none other than Professor Jeon Jungkook.
"Hey," Jessica greeted, taking a seat beside me with Georgia. I returned her smile and turned my attention back to the front of the room. The door opened again and I could practically feel the excitement ripple through the girls in the room. I snickered to myself, finding their infatuation with such a cold person rather amusing.
Ignoring the awestruck expressions and even some drooling faces, he walked to the front of the room. The sound of books slamming onto the desk made all of us flinch. I assumed he did this to snap the girls out of their daydreams about him. He scanned the room, adjusting his cufflinks and crossing his muscular arms, which caused some girls to squeal. He ignored them and began his lecture.
He started discussing the intricacies of human behavior, the way our minds work, and how our environment influences our actions - the core principles of psychology.
When his lecture concluded, the girls groaned in disappointment, but he didn't seem to care. He packed up his things and left without giving his students a second glance.
"Haah," Georgia sighed dreamily, her eyes still glued to the door Professor Jungkook had exited through. She rested her head on her arms on the desk and said, "I wish he was mine." I didn't want to know what she was imagining.
Jessica scoffed at Georgia's comment and then turned to me. "Let's go, Hana," she said. I nodded and began packing my things. As we stepped outside, we witnessed a scene that was sadly becoming all too familiar. A student was being beaten up by the so-called 'elite' students of the university. For them, it was a normal occurrence, but for me, it was always shocking and new. These popular students seemed to operate above the rules, doing whatever they pleased without fear of consequence.
Jessica turned to me with a smile, pulling me away from the unpleasant scene. The rest of the day rolled by uneventfully, and by nightfall, I was heading to my shift at the café. I preferred working late, avoiding the need to return home to my abusive parents. Their harsh treatment had left visible scars on my body, a painful reminder of their cruelty.
I sighed, putting on a smile for the new customer. "Good evening, welcome to our café. May I take your order?" I asked, maintaining my professional demeanor.
The customer ordered a cappuccino and a slice of our homemade carrot cake.
The dining room was as quiet as ever, filled with a cold aura that Farah could always feel, especially now when Jungkook's parents were visiting. She tried to control her shaking hands as she ate her meal in silence, the only sound being the clinking of cutlery.
The silence was abruptly broken by a domineering voice, causing Farah to flinch. Jungkook noticed her reaction and gently rubbed her leg in an attempt to comfort her. "When are you two going to give us a grandchild?" Jungkook's father asked, his cold gaze making Farah freeze in her seat.
"We're still not ready for it, and Farah is a model..." Jungkook began, only to be cut off by his mother's icy interruption. "You've been married for a long time and still no child? Is your career more important than giving us a grandchild, and a child to your husband?" His mother's harsh words filled the room, making Farah lower her gaze, guilt welling up within her.
Jungkook slammed his hand on the glass table, his dark gaze meeting his parents'. "Enough of this!" he shouted, clearly furious. His parents scoffed at his outburst, but he continued, "If having a grandchild is so important to you, then we'll consider a surrogate." His words hung in the air, a cold proposal that reflected his frustration and determination to end the argument.
Farah looked at her husband in shock, grabbing his hand as he seethed with anger. She tried to say something, only to be interrupted once again by her mother-in-law.
"Okay then, go find a surrogate," her mother-in-law said coldly, standing up along with her husband, and they both left the couple there.
"Jungkook," Farah softly called, trying to get her husband's attention. He sat back down, rubbing his temples in stress.
"What?" Jungkook responded blankly, his gaze distant.
"I'm sorry," Farah apologized, her eyes filled with tears. Jungkook sighed, standing up from his chair, and coldly looked down at his wife, who couldn't meet his gaze.
"It's for the best. At least your so-called reputation and career won't be destroyed," he said before walking away, leaving his wife to softly cry alone.
...
Jungkook walked away, still consumed by anger over the events that had unfolded at the dining table. He couldn't believe he had proposed the idea of finding a surrogate just to please his parents. Deep down, he was disappointed too. He longed to have a child with his wife, but he understood her love for her career. He couldn't bear to take that away from her, being the understanding and loving husband that he was.
"James!" he called out to his trusted bodyguard, a middle-aged man who quickly approached his side.
"Yes, young master?" James asked, looking down respectfully.
"Tomorrow, as quickly as possible, find a candidate for a surrogate," Jungkook said coldly, putting his hands in his pockets. He drew out a cigarette and lit it, lost in thought as he gazed out into the distance.
"Right away, sir," James replied before leaving him there.
"Fuck," Jungkook muttered under his breath, taking a long puff of the cigarette.
...
Meanwhile, James walked away, dialing a number on his phone. After a few rings, a drunken voice answered at the other end of the line, causing him to frown. Nevertheless, he continued the conversation.
"Nate, I have something for you to do," he said, sounding commanding.
"Oh, sure! What is it?" Nate responded.
"I want you to find a woman who is willing to be a surrogate," James said before hanging up, not even bothering to hear Nate's response on the other end.
....
Nate looked up from his phone just in time to see his daughter, Hana, walking through the door. A creepy smirk formed on his lips as he called out her name. Hana flinched, her eyes filled with fear, as she looked at her father.
"I need to discuss something with you," Nate said, his tone cold and detached. Hana slowly approached him and sat down in front of him, her heart racing with anticipation.
"I want you to be a surrogate," Nate stated, not bothering to consider Hana's reaction or how harshly he was delivering the news. It was difficult for Hana to process the words coming from her own father.
"W-What? No!" Hana objected, standing up in disbelief. Nate glared at her, his anger intensifying, and without warning, he delivered a harsh slap to her right cheek. The impact turned her cheek red immediately, leaving Hana shocked and in pain.
"You have no say in this! Whether you like it or not, you will be a surrogate. Tomorrow, we're going to have a meeting with them," Nate declared, his words leaving Hana heartbroken and causing her to break down in heavy sobs.
"Why? Why are they doing this to me?" Hana softly asked herself, curling up and hugging her knees closer to her crying,tears streaming down her face. "They are so cruel," she whispered before exhaustion and sadness overcame her, and she fell asleep, still crying.
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I'm tempted to make a 1970s TMNT AU.
Imagine Splinter watching Mork & Mindy, Dallas, Good Times, The Love Boat, Charlie's Angels, and Three's Company every week.
Imagine Leo being obsessed with all the martial arts movies coming out, and watching "Drunken Master" so many times that Splinter has to scold him for adopting Jackie Chan's fighting style.
Imagine Don watching Martin Cooper present the world's first portable phone... then going on to make a much improved version, himself when he was just twelve years old.
Imagine Raphael going out into the richer parts of the city during the gas crisis and siphoning fuel out of businessmen's cars and putting it into cars in the poorer parts of town.
Imagine Mike filling out those "do you want to be an artist" ads in his comic books and sending them in, hoping to get to be a professional comics artist some day.
Imagine all of the Turtles trekking out into the Blizzard of 1978, completely bundled up to both keep warm and keep from being seen, to help the locals dig their cars and homes out of the snow.
Imagine April's apartment all in shades of avocado and gold, with bean bag chairs and macrame and shag carpet; and her having pin-straight hair but trying out the Farrah Fawcett look, ultimately finding it too labor-intensive.
Imagine Casey Jones with a Tom Selleck mustache and a mullet, riding a Harley-Davidson XR750, and having a massive collection of 8-Tracks.
I mean, the 70s was a fascinating decade. It was a time of rising crime and political turmoil, television was in a state of great flux, there was a gas crisis that brought out the absolute worst in people, New York saw blackouts and arson and unprecedented weather events, the Bronx was compared to a war zone and looked like one... terrorism was on the rise, the music industry was reaching out and stretching its legs, the battle of the sexes was in full swing, gun sales were on the rise... Watergate, Vietnam, the Son of Sam...
It was a hard time, but also an interesting time.
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