#it was the most effective way for me to get in shape so ain't gonna listen to him...

[slippinninque]

💧🕸️Bad Day 🕸️💧

(You had one of those days, but you don't end it alone)

A/n: some sweet Fontaine for all the peeps having a bad day!

content: fluff, sad!reader, soft!Fontaine, cursing, bit of a long fic

You slammed the door and locked it, your keys jangling noisily. You didn't hear what Fontaine said before striding into the bathroom and slamming the door behid you.

You had to cry and you had to pee.

One ended up being much faster than the other. The edge of the tub wasn't that comfortable but your tears didn't stop.

You removed your badge and toed off your heels, they were your most comfortable pair but your feet still ached.

Behind your burning lids was the shape of your desk and its mountains of files. Records, invoices, spreadsheets--you couldn't turn it off. You could still feel the keyboard beneath your fingertips as you gripped the edge of the tub.

For some fucked up reason, you swore you still felt someone looming over you and watching you fall apart. You wiped at your face, tugged at your clothes, rubbed your palms along the sink's counter. You tried to breathe but it turned to more ugly sniffles and exhales, the noises clunking around between the tile and ceramic.

"You good?"

Fontaine's voice was a rock thrown through your conscious, bringing you back to your sorry present.

You cleared your throat and stood at attention, facing the mirror on instinct. You looked like shit, "I'm alright! It's-It's bad, don't you come in here!"

Not a lie, but it still felt stupid to say out loud.

You were grown. You shouldn't allow work to effect you like it was, sobbing in your bathroom like you were back in high school. What would he think?

Fontaine was already so good to you, he would worry if he saw you upset.

"I haven't had my kiss yet, y'know..." His voice was nearer to door, low and beckoning. Your eyes welled. His arms was where you wanted to be but you couldn't make yourself move.

Your sniffle tore through the silence--making you wince.

"Mm. You havin' a bad day, baby?

Horrifyingly, you felt your tips tremble as you lied,

"Nah, my day was fine. It was okay. I walked into a, uh, spiderweb on my way in, just now. Got in my eye...s. Got into my eyes."

"Mn. Need me to go away while you handle...that?"

"You can stay....if you want..." You hung your head, "Might take a while..."

"I want to. You gonna the door a little? Jus' so I can see?"

You glared at your puffy faced reflection, "I'm ugly right now."

Fontaine chuckled, "Nah, I ain't goin' for that. You just feelin' that way right now."

The jig was up but the misery wasn't leaving. The more you listened to Fontaine's calming timber, the more you wanted to be in his arms but you couldn't face him. The door creaked as Fontaine leaned against it from the other side.

While you decided that you didn't want to be seen, you still wanted to feel him. The stupid mistakes you made during the day surrounded every thought, making you doubt every move you thought of making.

Frustrated, you put your face into your hands, rubbing vigriously.

He made a sympathetic noise as if hearing the noise in your head.

"The spiderweb was that bad?"

"....It was awful."

"Fuck them spiders, tell me what happened."

The words burst forth and you couldn't stop them. Not for how you were hounded as soon as you clocked in at work. Or when you were questioned about responsibilities that weren't yours, chastised for 'not doing your part ' when you were so busy doing all the other parts.

The sob that burst out of you when you recalled how two supervisors treated you so tersely, how humiliated you felt on the way back to your desk with all eyes on you.

"I know how to do my job, I do. I make-make mistakes, yeah, but not all the time! I can fix them, I do fix them. I just...get knocked off my square and it's hard to square back up."

You were spiraling, the thoughts were faster than the words--you weren't sure if everything was matching up. You felt like you were failing, you felt like you were falling--

You cracked the door and spilled into his arms. Fontaine softened your launch at him by taking you both down the wall and onto the floor. You squirmed into his lap as you cried and after a while, he told you to breathe.

The first was shaking but the next one was a bit better. You both waited until didn't feel as if you were crawling out of your skin. Finally able to be still, sagging with a pitiful sigh.

"There we go." Fontaine pressed his lips to your hair before resting his cheek on the top of your head, "Got all them webs off?"

There wasn't much in the huff you let out but something unlocked in your chest. You still felt weepy, but the sharpness of your misery was worn away now that you talked about it.

" 'M sorry for how I came in, " You sniffled, "I should have at least spoke to you."

"That ain't shit. I was more so worried with what I was hearin' comin' from the bathroom," you felt Fontaine shift back to speak down to you, "You think I ain't never walked through a spiderweb?"

You shook your head as you breathed in his warm-soap scent.

"Not the same. You're too cool for spiderwebs."

"Shieet. Them shits get everywhere, get on everybody. Most of them stick good 'nough to follow you around for a while."

His words made you detach from his chest but you couldn't meet his eye. Fontaine's finger stroked down your cheek as he continued

"No, I don't like seein' you upset but I ain't gonna think less of you. You bringin' spiderwebs in? Let me know. I'll help pull 'em off you."

How lucky were you? This man was going along with a silly little metaphor for a shitty day and sitting on the floor as he wiped your face. How lucky were you?

You turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around him as best you could. Work didn't matter. Not while you were here, where you belonged.

Fontaine pressed more kisses to where he could reach.

"...Thank you."

"Aint' gotta be thanking me, baby. You're good. You had a bad day, did what you had to do, and came home to me. That's all I want."

Fontaine easily rearranged you to be lifted as he stood. Hanging on, you finally began returning the kisses that you were given. Fontaine made a show of standing still and reveling in your attention.

"That's it," he praised, "Now, tell me where you at."

"At home."

"Who you wit?"

"My man."

"That's right. You wanna know what your man wants now?"

You smiled for the first time all day, and nodded.

He set towards the kitchen, "For you to eat this good food he made and to lay your pretty ass on him in bed. I even got your dippin' sauce, see? I ain't even forget it this time."

Nodding as you closed your eyes, your heart aches turning into a hum at the promise of more love.

"Yeah, I see it."

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[beautifullychaoticworld-blog]

My endocrinologist doesn’t like that I go to the gym lmao... he said I should do something easier like pilates haha

#that was kind of sexist #yeah true it's mostly men that go to gyms... #I ain't gonna listen to him because #the gym helped me lose so much weight and get in shape in 2016 #faster than pilates or gymnastics... #it was the most effective way for me to get in shape so ain't gonna listen to him... #there are a lot of women that go to gyms as well but not as much... #gym #endocrinologist #sexism #prolactinoma #hormonal problems

[razorblade180]

RWBY Melody 8

Adam:So......who’s going first?

Yang:Blake obviously.

Adam:Excuse you, I didn’t realize you spoke for her.

Yang:I don’t, I just know nobody cares to hear your opinion or singing.

Villains:We’ll listen to spite you all though.

Yang:Of course.....

Mercury:Don’t act surprised.

Tyrian:Villain code.

Qrow:Might as well call it the crazy code.

Tyrian:Guess that means you’re with us. Only a madman would deny a goddess and follow a fool. Or is it the girl you follow? Terrible decision either way.

Cinder:Horrendous.

RWBY:You trying to pick a fight!

WTCH:Bring it!

🔥SHUT UP!🔥

Everyone:......

Ozma:Can we remember the flame will incinerate anyone it wants?

Salem:Seriously, be civil here unless the song you see is a diss. Now then, can we move on with this? Who’s going first?

Blake:I guess I’ll go first. *stands up* I have a feeling it wasn’t a choice.

🔥It wasn’t really. Drag Adam in a love song. The crowds overall opinion will decide your fate. Adam shall sing second in response. One secret person holds the true weight of his life. Everyone could hate his performance but that one person can save him regardless.🔥

Adam:What?

Sienna:That seems like a handicap.

Salem:Well it makes sense. I might not know all of you but it’s clear to see some of you aren’t very popular. I have a feeling some of you would be dragged into the flame immediately otherwise.

Cardin:(I’m not doomed at the start, thank god)

Jacques:(I have absolutely nobody here that would vote for me anyways.)

Adam:*looking around* (Handicapped or not, the chances of a hero getting it are high. Add that with the people who have no reason and like Blake/on of her friends.....) Looks like I better cross my fingers and bring my A-game.

Salem:That’s the spirit! You ready Bl-

Music started playing before she could finish. Blake stood confidently with embers around her that quickly jumped to the people that’s supported her through her life. Adam took a long sigh and waited to take this dragging like a man; she was definitely gonna pass.

Blake: 🎶Now I'm out here looking like revenge.

Feelin' like a ten, the best I ever been and yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this, but it gets worse.🎶 *pulls Yang up*

Sun and Neptune: 🎶wait a minute🎶

Yang:🎶Now you're out here looking like regret. Ain't too proud to beg, second chance you'll never get.

And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this but it gets worse!🎶 *grinning*

Sun and Neptune: 🎶wait a minute🎶

Bmblb:🎶Now payback is a bad bitch

And baby, I'm the baddest

You fuckin' with a savage

Can't have this, can't have this 🎶

Ruby and Weiss:🎶Aaaaahhhh!🎶

Blake:🎶And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah......🎶

🎶Baby, I'm sorry!🎶

SNI:🎶I'm not sorry!!!🎶

Yang:🎶Baby, I'm sorry!!!!🎶

JNPR:🎶I'm not sorry!!!!!🎶

Blake: 🎶Being so bad got me feelin' so good. Showing you up like I knew that I would!🎶

🎶Baby, I'm sorry!!!🎶

Kali and Ghira:🎶I'm not sorry!!!!🎶

Yang:🎶Baby, I'm sorry🎶

STRQ: 🎶I'm not sorry!!!!🎶

Yang:🎶Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns.🎶

Blake: 🎶Baby, fineness is the way to kill. Tell me how it feel, bet it's such a bitter pill and yeah...

I know you thought you had bigger, better things, bet right now this stings!🎶

Sun and Neptune:🎶wait a minute!!!🎶 *steps aside*

Ilia:🎶'Cause the grass is greener under me. *smiles* Bright as technicolor, I can tell that you can see and yeah.....

🎶I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this but it gets worse!!!!!🎶

Sun and Neptune:🎶wait a minute!!🎶

🎶Now payback is a bad bitch

And baby, I'm the baddest

You fuckin' with a savage

Can't have this, can't have this🎶

Ruby and Weiss:🎶Aaaaahhhh!🎶

Blake:🎶 And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah!!!!!🎶

🎶Baby, I'm sorry!!!!🎶

Ruby and Weiss: 🎶I'm not sorry!🎶

Yang:🎶Baby, I'm sorry!!!🎶

CFVY:🎶I'm not sorry!!!🎶

Bmblb:🎶Being so bad got me feelin' so good. Showing you up like I knew that I would. Baby, I'm sorry!!!!🎶 *embers rise*

ORNJ:🎶I'm not sorry !!!!!🎶

Ilia:🎶Baby, I'm sorry!🎶

Sun and Neptune:🎶I'm not sorry!🎶

Yang and Ilia: Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned. Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns.

Adam:(Is this over yet?)

Sienna:🎶Talk that talk, baby🎶

Adam:(Nope....)

Sienna:Better walk, better walk that walk, baby.

If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby. Oh yeah.....

Sienna and Ilia:🎶Talk that talk, baby!

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby!

If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby!

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby!

Blake:🎶Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhh!🎶

Yang:🎶Baby, I'm sorry!🎶

Heroes:🎶I'm not sorry!🎶

Ilia:🎶Baby, I'm sorry!🎶

Villains:🎶I'm not sorry!🎶

Blake:🎶Being so bad got me feelin' so good!Showing you up like I knew that I would!🎶

Blake: 🎶Baby, I'm sorry!🎶

Everyone:I'm not sorry

Blake:🎶BABY, I’M SORRY!!!!!🎶

Everyone:I’M NOT SORRY!!!!

Blake:Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned.Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns.

RWBY:🎶Payback is a bad bitch and baby, I'm the baddest.

I'm the baddest, I'm the baddest..........🎶

The embers turn into color flames as they swirl around the entire crowd and back into the flame. A majority of everyone claps and whistles for Blake as her team hugs her excitedly. Blake and Adam take a moment to look at each other before she sits down.

Adam:Did everyone really have to chime in at the end there?

Sun:Feeling the pressure?

Adam:(yes) Not really.*walks to piano*........

Everyone:..........

Penny*whispers* Is he pausing for dramatic effect?

Winter:I think he’s stalling, or.......

Ironwood:This world makes everyone musically talented, but he’s still trying to play when he’s half blind.

Penny:Oh, if that’s the case...*runs to him* let me play half of the piano. I can synchronize with you to any song.

Adam:Ummmm okay?

Ruby:Penny!?

Penny:What? He obviously wants to play; what’s wrong with helping?

Ruby:.....You know what? Have fun up there. *smiles*

Penny:Ready when you are Adam Taurus!

The man nods curiously at his surprised helper. Everything around him started to mentally disappear as he took a deep breath; he had to do this right. Adam was gonna treat this like his only performance and not a chance to escape. Slowly his fingers hit the keys and Penny instantly knew what song he was going for. The two of them played in sync just like she said; the faint glows of embers around them.

Adam: 🎶I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me🎶

Yang:*chokes* (why is his voice nice)

Adam:🎶 This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy. *inhales*

I need somebody to heal, somebody to know... Somebody to have, somebody to hold.....

It's easy to say, but it's never the same. I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain~

Now the day bleeds into nightfall and you're not here, to get me through it all!

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved....! 🎶

Blake:......

Adam:🎶I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to. 🎶*rubs chest*

Penny:*smiles at him*

Adam:🎶This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you.

Now, I need somebody to know; somebody to heal Somebody to have, just to know how it feels!

It's easy to say but it's never the same. I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escaped!

Now the day bleeds into nightfall, and you're not here to get me through it all!

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved! 🎶

*embers expand*

Adam:🎶AND I~

tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes I fall into your arms~

I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around... For now the day bleeds into nightfall, and you're not here to get me through it all.

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.🎶 *shakes*

Adam:🎶But now the day bleeds into nightfall, and you're not here to get me through it all.

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug.......🎶

🎶I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.🎶

Penny played the last note almost mournfully. She was so focused on the song that she never bothered to assess the crowds reaction or Adam’s for the most part. Maybe it was because of how bleak the situation really was. The duo nodded at each other before looking across a ghostly quiet crowd. Embers have definitely reached a few listeners but most remained skeptical or dead set on ending him. His shoulder relaxed and closed his eyes.

Salem:Someone is rather calm in this situation.

Adam:I knew from the start I was basically singing my swan song. The writing was on the wall; maybe I should’ve sung that instead. Either way, I appreciate the unexpected help.

Penny:It my pleasure. *bows*

Adam:I’m curious though. Blake, what were you thoughts?

Blake:.......

Blake:Too little too late.

Adam:Fair enough. Gues I lo-

🔥pass🔥

Everyone turns to the flame on utter disbelief.

Ghira:He lost the majority!

Kali:Which means he impressed the person who gives him a free pass.

Yang:Okay, who saved his neck!?

Neo:*smiles* Someone who appreciates the simplicity of it all. Not to mention likes his voice.

Adam:You saved me?

Neo:Hehehe It would suck to go out like that because you’re not liked. You would’ve had to completely bombed for me not to help. *pats a spot next to her*

Adam:*sits down* I owe you one I guess.

Neo:More like several but as long as there’s a chance for you to save my butt and you take it then I guess we’re even.

Adam:Sounds good to me.

Yang:Damn, I guess we can’t predict the wild cards like that huh? Then again, I guess he got two wild cards thanks to Penny.

Blake:Looks like it. (Honestly...I’m a bit relieved) anything could happen here.

Ozma:(Looks like alliances and deals are starting to shape up. This just keeps getting more intense.)

#rwby melody #rwby #rwby au #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #neptune vasilias #sun wukong #ilia amitola #sienna khan #adam taurus #penny polendina #neo politan #team jnpr #team strq #rwby ozma #salem rwby #team wtch #bmblb #kali belladonna #ghira belladonna #mercury black #tyrian callows #winter schnee #james ironwood #jacques schnee

[hoshi-u-love-me]

Twined and Intertwined

(Ch. 1)

Pairing : BTS × Reader × ?? / ?? × Reader

Genre : Sci-fi, angst

Word count:

Warning : absurdity. Das oll. Oh and reader w female pronoun.

A/N : this is my first time writting again after my hiatus so please be gentle with me. I may be a bitch and ain't no bitch die from criticsm but I'm tired and overworked these past 2 weeks so a little sentiment would be nice.

🍃🍃🌸

"DON'T TAKE HER! PLEASE!"

"LET MY BABY GO! PLEASE, SHE'S NORMAL LIKE THE OTHERS!!"

As rare as it is, no one would be surprised if they heard screams.

It all started 2 years ago. The year a scientist manage to find a genetic development within Generation Zs that helps them cope, manage their emotions, and adapt to environment and situations far quicker and far more effectively.

The discovery lead to more thesis made and more thesis led to more tests conducted in the name of science and being widely known as the person who could produce a new evolution theory.

After finding out about the unique 0.2% that oddly enough were all born between 1990-1999, the UN decided to study them even further so they allow scientists to capture those and study them. And with every single person on the face of the earth being tested, it was not hard for the government to track them.

Today, another girl was taken away from her family.

The way she was captured was animalistic. A sniper with tranquilizer was placed on standby the moment her name moved to the top of the list. She was sedated on the spot. As she fell down the stairs, government personel barged in and took her away just like that.

No matter how loud her parents cried, how hard they tried to follow the speeding van, the unconscious girl was unaware of anything, especially her future.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was white.

White walls on every side, even the ceiling. The room was almost blinding. She sat up on the unfamilliar bed, scanning the unfamilliar room. Every furniture is white, even her clothes and the clothes placed inside the wardrobe on the right side of the door. Unlike everything else, the door is light brown just like the hardwood floor beneath her.

The bed is placed right accross the door, the frames are attached to the wall behind it. The bed looked more like a simple hospital bed rather than the usual bed (Y/N) had in her own room.

After taking in her surrounding, (Y/N) began putting 2 and 2 together and could only sigh as a single tear decider to drip down onto her blanket.

She took the test one and a half year ago, back when she was a mere senior in high school, back when her school was only a 'test to ensure the factuality of the new testing equipment'. She got her result a couple of days later, mailed directly to her. And within the envelope, at the very last page of the 5 pages result explanation, a bright, big, red, rectangular stamp that glared at her viciously : [ ANOMALY ].

Of course, like every other panicked teenager, she hid the result from her parents and said that her result came back and the result is the same as people like her. Which is technically not a lie. In all honesty, she did meant to tell her parents about her result, but she hadn't found the best time to do it.

(Y/N) knew that what happened was innevitable. But deep inside she had hoped that over time, the test result's significance would died down and scientists would've found another discovery that would make them busy enough to forget the whole anomaly thing. But it never happened. In fact, the news blew up and everyone made such great deals about it.

She stayed on her bed for a while, quietly sobbing at how stupid she was for not telling the truth to her parents. Now she won't be able to properly part with her parents. Neither party could bid their goodbyes for God knows how long. As far as she knew, none of the Stem members had actually been returned back home. There was this girl, Cassidy who lived near her and went to the same school with her, was captured earlier this year. Cassidy's parents were so devastated that both of them committed suicide after getting no news about Cassidy for 4 months straight. They had a nice fancy dinner and end the night with a nice glass of rat poison. Yum.

Truth is, no one actually know how the 'research' is done. The government kept the research to themselves more than they kept news about aliens from spreading out.

It appears that (Y/N) had been zoning out long enough to finally adapt to her surroundings and heard voices outside the door.

She knew she'd be living with people within the Stem, but it had never occured to her how many people there might be.

Bracing herself, (Y/N) stepped onto the cold wood floor and slowly reach the door and walk out.

As she walk straight through the bedroom door clad hallway and down the stair at the end of it, she found herself in the presence of 7 guys and a girl. They were lounging in the living room, 4 guys on a big couch, 1 with the girl on a smaller couch, and the other 2 were on their own couches.

"Oh, you're awake" the girl smiled.

(Y/N) smiled a little and nodded.

For some unknown reason her gaze dropped to her feet and tears began to stream down her face and drop to the floor.

"Oh you poor thing" the other girl stood from her position and hugged (Y/N) as she cried on her shoulder.

The unknown girl gently stroke her hair, whispering words of reassurance until one of the guys came to the both of them.

(Y/N) pulled away to look at the guy standing next to her, he had a warm smile but sad eyes. He then pat (Y/N)'s head ever-so-gently with much care before engulfing her in a hug, "it's okay, we're here for you" and with that, came another wave of tears.

It took a while for (Y/N) to calm down, but when she does, the guy led her to the couch and sat her right next to him. He gently let her head lay on his shoulder, despite it being so big, she found it rather comfortable.

"I think an introduction is much needed right now" one guy said, he was sitting accross of them with the previous girl next to him.

"I'm Jongin, I'm 25 and I got admitted to this Stem last year" he said. Despite him smiling kindly, he still look rather intimidating. Perhaps it's his eyes, or his big body that just screams "confidence" all around.

"I'm next!" Another guy exclaimed, he jumped a little in his seat in excitement, "I'm Hoseok! Jung Hoseok! But you can call me J-Hope, most of my friends call me that back home! And I'm also 25 like Jongin! I got here around 7 months ago!" He smiled so big that it was impossible for normal human being to not smile after seeing him smile

The guy next to him raised his right hand as he smiled, his dimple was so deep that it was the first thing noticable when you look at him, "I'm Namjoon, I'm the same age as Hobi and got admitted around the same time as him"

Namjoon then nudged the guy next to him, "what? Oh, my turn," the guy looked rather unbothered, but he was willing to talk, "I'm Yoongi, 26, but I guess you can call me Suga... I was admitted here 6 months ago" his introduction was short and simple, perhaps he's one of those people who talk only if it's necessary.

"I'll go next!" The girl grinned, "I'm Chungha, I'm 23 and I was moved to this stem around 2 months ago" the girl explained.

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "moved?" She asked. Chungha chuckled at that, "I'll explain it later, after everyone finishes introducing themselves"

"Which means I'll go next" the last one fron the group of 4 guys spoke, smiling happily, letting his lips form a really cute heart shape, "I'm Taehyung, but you can call me V! I'm 24 years old, and if you ever need someone to cheer you up, you can just come to me and we'll do stuffs together!" "Hey, no fair! If I knew you were gonna say that, I would've said that first!" Hoseok whined at the younger guy.

(Y/N) chuckled at them both bickering.

"Hey, come on! I wanna introduce myself too!" The other guy sitting alone protested, stopping the two guys from bickering even more.

"I'm Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, 22 and I was admitted here last week, so... I'm probably the only person who could relate to you the most right now" he smiled. "Don't trust him, the first time he got here, he was scared of Chungha simply because she's a girl. Jungkook is scared of girls" Yoongi smirked as he said that, making Jungkook blush as he glared at Yoongi.

"And lastly, I'm Seokjin, or Jin for short and I'm 27" (Y/N) craned her neck a little to look at the guy she's currently leaning on, "out of everyone else, I was admitted here the longest, about a year and a half ago? I was one of the first ones to be admitted in the mass admission" he smiled. But behind his smile, lies an uncomfortable sadness that only lingers for a split second before it changed back to his mask.

"What about you?" Jin asked.

(Y/N) shifts her gaze to her palm as she speaks, "I'm (Y/N), I'm 20 years old, and I... I don't know what else to say" she blushed.

Chungha squealed in her seat, "oh my gosh, she's adorable! She's like a little bunny!" That made (Y/N) blush even more to the point it was really visible.

"Anyways, since you're new, perhaps we should explain to you what's going on here..." Jongin started.

"You know about the researcher's thesis about us, the anomalies, right?" He asked, (Y/N) nodded as a simple answer, "so... essentially, what they're trying to do here is split the the said characteristic into a real being through surgery, they basically took something out, I don't know what exactly though..." (Y/N)'s eyes widens in horror. But before she could say anything, Jin had grabbed her hands in his, "no, it's okay! It's not as bad as it sounds! I survived the surgery!" He said.

Without saying anything else, he tugged (Y/N) up onto her feet and guided her to a room on the first floor.

The room was near the glass door leading to the garden at the back. And it's the only room on the first floor other than a bathroom, dining room, and the kitchen.

"Okay," Jin stopped once he got to the door and looked at (Y/N), "what you're about to see is really unnatural but real... I hope you won't get freaked out by it" he bit his lip in anxiety, he was giving both him and the girl time to prepare for her reaction.

Jin then proceed to slowly open the door to reveal what's inside.

"Holy shit..."

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

There was this little boy. He was so so so bad.

Oh he was bad in the boys bunker.

Saint Luches complained to me he wanted to ring his little neck but he was too cute. But he was just smashing shit up all the time, making a mess and being disrespectful.

I went down i saw what he did and i said "oh he ain't too bad, put him in the girl's bunker"

"Are you kidding me? They'll all be dead by morning! Lets take him home with me. Ill whip him into shape"

"Oh i get to be a girl" oh he was a smart ass!! Oh he was gonna need a good fixing before he got too old.

"Oh I see why you wanna take him home. Hes kinda funny. It's been bored around the house kind of late"

"I know. Sex and food. Sex and food. I need something more substantial"

"Oh it's been great. I've loved it i must admit. But i love you and I might just love you, too, huh little girl?"

"Sex and food" he was tossing his head and mocking while i talked. I thought maybe he wasn't listening then he jumped and turned to face us "IM A BOY!" scared me He looked like he could kill me

"Oh i didn't know. Lets go. Keep on walking. Were almost there. Not too long now"

"Ima girl. Ima swish my hair" he tossed his shoulders and smoothed his hair down. But he twisted up his face all angry and did it. Which made it hilarious.

I tried to stifle a giggle.

He jumped in front of us again. We were both smiling this time, not worried about the future or the child between us.

"Alright let's go" he got between us and grabbed our arms and pulled us along fast. Boy walked fast for as tiny as he was.

Saint Luches looked at me wide eyes like OMG "these mood swings on this one What a wild one!!"

"Come on let's go" he chomped out at his throat

"Ohhhhh he's a cartoon"

"GI JOE, yep i hear it. Unfortunately he's the bad guy"

I Bent over at my waist "is that GI JOE, little one?"

"Come on let's go" he used the same gruff voice "what's this thing called?"

"An elevator"

"How did you know what he was asking about, babe?"

"He was looking up at the numbers"

"14th floor" said our little unknown soldier.

"Oh he's good. He knows what an elevator is used for. I wonder what his name is"

"My name's not Joe but you can call me Joe" he barged into our apartment with us.

"Oh this is gonna be fun!!" I wheeed myself in "you can put your coat here by the door"

"He leaves it on" saint Luches turned to tell me "wait wha???" He stopped and looked in wonder and amazement as the kid took off his coat

"Here you can put it on the hook up there. Im too short." Said the gruff boy "I always put it on when you get there because you take us outside you dummy dipshit"

"Woaaaah!! I love this kid already!! Hes so smart and kind! Totally gracious, too"

Saint Luches rubbed his face in agony like what the Hell did I do to my perfect life?!?!

"Dont worry, you're beautiful" I touched his arm as I passed from the foyer into the living room where he awaited for us, me and little dude.

"Are you two gonna have sex? My mom use to and ow my arm!"

I got on my knees next to him "Oh no. Here let me see it." I rubbed his long skinny arm "where does it hurt?"

"It doesn't i just wanted to see what you would do" still the gruff voice

"This isn't the first kid you brought home but this is the first lying one" I went to see saint Luches in the doorway.

"He barely did!!" Saint Luches complained "don't jump on the couch!! He's already called me a dipshit, too. And I'm gonna get him!!"

"Don't..." I put my hand on my forehead and turned, my hand sliding down my face as I did.

"Hey now I gotcha!!" He grabbed that kid off the couch and boy he started beating him about the head and shoulders. I can tell when Saint Luches is trying to be patient. And when he's really holding a temper. And when he's confused.

"Hey now, let's see. Come here" that little kid made sound effects as he latched onto my arm with his teeth. "He hasn't mentioned a dad. Just a mom. But apparently he doesn't like her either" i let little Joe tear At my arm and shake it in his mouth like a dinosaur. Pulling back hurts the kid with that tight a teeth grip and growing teeth shouldn't be damaged and in addition ripping my arm back increases the risk of ripping apart my arm in huge ways. Otherwise its bite marks and chew marks which heal much faster.

'What the hell!?!?!?!?" Saint Luches put the kid down "see? I told you! All dead by morning!!"

"He just needs some toys. Lets see what we have in the toy box by the window here"

"My mom's on drugs. I get toys"

"He can have them. Just leave you alone! God. What the Hell did i do here?!"

"The other boys will be here soon. You can ask them"

"My mom is on drugs. Yeah yeah yeah."

"Boys?"

"Just the Alan. I forgot the others.. Should be or are dead"

"My mom's on drugs. Yeah yeah yeah"

"What the Hell is he saying to you?"

"I know i heard you sweetie! My dad is a drug addict, too!"

"My mom, she says she's not an addict. Just on drugs, there's a difference. And we're not black. Just not white"

"That's okay. You can be any color you want to be"

"Nuh uh. I only stay one. I checked!!"

"Yeah don't you feel dumb?" Saint Luches asked.

"Why because idk how to change colors?" He crawled across the floor, "oh teach me wise one"

Saint Luches lost his funny bone with this one. I thought it was hilarious.

"Admit it! You want to laugh! Oh wise one bringing this lad to me!"

"He isn't wise! It was a joke!"

"At least the voice?! It makes it fun!"

"He's the evil guy on the cartoon show!"

"Well ask Alan. Because i don't think so, he's too smart. Plus he knew you were mad for him jumping on the couch"

"Oh jump on the couch" there he went.

"You deal with this one. You already been bit"

"Give me your hand. Now what do you want to do? Sit or get down? You could fall and get hurt"

"Fall? This is just like mine at home.. I thought"

"Its white!!" Saint Luches Makes so much sense to kids that are taught to jump on sofas then kidnapped.

"When this one is a little different sweetie. We prefer you didn't jump on it. So lets talk what's this guy's voice, the way you talk. Sound like, what does the cartoon character that most resembles your voice look like"

"Oh he's tall and nonchalant. He is for real. Let's watch see if it's on"

That little boy grew up into a man. He is on TV. He still pretends to be GI JOE, but in big kids style.

On SWAT. Criminal Minds.

He would be bad. And he would test patience and he used to be beat at home. He knew what a real ass whooping was.

I'd count if he didn't wanna get up and put away the toys. 1. 2.

"Can I watch tv still?"

"Pick up the toys it's still on"

3. 4.

"What number is it?"

"Oh i forgot. Now you be good so i don't have to count and I'll make some food/breakfast and we will eat on the floor in front of the white couch"

I made him pick up toys we left in the floor the night before. Then he Just took them right back out.

Saint Luches complained about them in the floor "hon, will you have him pick them up?"

"Sure babe" and he still complained.

I took him to work with me and we would watch cartoons till the last minute.

So Saint Luches got so mad. He said "im gonna go in late to work to see what you do to this kid. He's well behaved but there's toys all over the place"

He played with a doll. A block and 2 carton of cigarette boxes. That was it.

So he got us to time the cartoon and when 5 minutes was left he got the kid to put them under the TV

"Oh that was easy!! I thought you wanted him to do it as exercise. To practice! For when he went home or something and got old! Now you can quit bitching!"

Saint Luches was right, tho. He would killed those women. I had just finished telling him about a new lamp and how it was heavy. And he picked it up over his head. I didn't mention not to touch it. But i was in the floor when he decided to. Scared me to death.

Alan worked nights. So i started screaming for him cause i had just taken him breakfast in bed and he thought i was being dramatic

But really he just wanted to see how heavy the lamp really was.

I had been having bad dreams. We had just kicked Matt Hagan out for wanting to human traffic. And i kept dreaming he was going to go back for revenge. We had the new lamp and I had dreamed he attacked us with it. But kept plugging it in all over the house.

And I just saw his rage face when the kid had it.

It took saint Luches like 10 days to settle himself. Kids were not really his thing... Not kids he didn't understand.

Usually we sent most kids to the woman's side because all the girls fussed over the babies and young ones. So they were always mothered and taken care of.

I didn't have too much trouble with him. Usually he got his cars stuck in my hair if I forgot to pull it up. But he would drive them on my arms and shoulders.

I did take him to the doctor because he always gruffed the GI JOE voice. But the doctor said he didn't have damage and in time he would talk.

I had figured he felt either uncomfortable or comfortable and So he used a different voice than at home just because his life was different.

The doctor agreed it may be psychological. I Just wanted to ensure he didn't have a problem internally. So Saint Luches took him for the xrays the next day.

"He was fine. But he kept playing with those two empty cigarette cartons." Saint Luches told me

I told him they weren't cigarette boxes, they were cannons. Mac trucks, moving vehicles. They were every thing but empty cigarette cartons.

So Saint Luches bought him every thing under the sun. But still he wanted those empty cigarette cartons.

"Why?! Why?!? Why!?! Why do you do this to me?!?!" Saint Luches grabbed him by the shirt after crawling to him on his knees

"Because you tell me not to throw. I throw this you say good job. Paper airplane good job. Ball? Boy don't throw! I like all my toys to be throw. And lightweight" he said in a deep almost normal voice.

"See he's smart! And he listens to you!" I pleaded with him to find a happy medium.

So Saint Luches went into the toy box and pulled out all the toys the child could throw and put them seperate in a laundry hamper. "Throw. Throw. Throw. You can throw all these"

"But you told me this 'no throw' and this and this and this and this and this"

The child nearly emptied the hamper.

"Now what's he doing?"

"He is not negotiating with you. Hes telling you what you've told him before. I've seen him out the corner of my eye when we watch TV. Hes been testing you. Checking to see if you notice and what you say. I watch his face. Thats why we bought the lamp so I could see."

"So, what you're saying is I've told him no to throwing all these toys before?"

"Yup. No honey" i got down on the floor with them, unfortunately there was tears in the child's eyes 4 tears "HE is telling you. This is what you see he has said to you and i have repeated it. Okay babe?"

"So, now what do i do?"

"Reinforce"

I took each object and showed it to them both and said "throw?" Until the child nodded. And i put it in the basket. When it was full. I picked up all the items and threw them behind me. I didn't look. Just tossed them.

Then I asked Saint Luches to help me clean up.

Then they both sat in the floor with the basket between them. "Well! Don't just sit there! Throw"

And the kid tossed some balls. Into the floor a foot from him.

"No, Saint Luches. I want you to throw with him" i got a toy from the basket "baby look. Throw?"

"I just said that yeah!"

"Ok baby look let me see your hand" i put the ball in his hand and made his wrist move to throw the ball out onto the floor. "Come on you can do better than that!"

Took him 2 days to learn to play with the 6 year old (we guessed) child.

Eventually we got another basket and they practiced throwing across the room from basket to basket.

We had him for 2 and a half weeks before I took him to Michael Jackson and said "he needs to be in TV. He memorizes everything and he is so good at it. Even does voices and sound effects"

Michael looked at me quizzically "you never do this. Singing yeah but acting no."

"But he has a gift. A deep gift. Try him. Give him a script"

He did. He blew Michael's mind.

"Get me his parents! I gotta sign this kid up!"

"She's on drugs that's all i know"

"This..this kid is a drug baby?!? No way! No way! You're right! And he's black! Two boot! Yeah that's my man!"

"Where did you get him from?"

"He was driving Saint Luches crazy in the bunker so we took him home"

"You aren't supposed to just take kids home you know"

"The CIA knew"

"I was just giving you a hard time. I'm lucky you did! Were all gonna be rich off this gem!"

"He really is sweet too!"

Here i am in mom jeans with my little girl with the swishy hair.

[confessions-of-a-former-fat-guy]

Confession 20: Humble pie ain't paleo.

I think there are a lot of really cool things about being a human being. We’re smarter than all the other animals, so we get to cook them and eat them rather than it being the other way around. We get to fly in giant metal tubes to anywhere we want on the planet granted we’ve earned enough money to pay for it or we happen to be tight with someone who has more than enough money to pay for it. We get to read books. We get to play golf. We get to dutch oven our significant others at 3am, then make up for it by bringing home flowers and sushi the next day. The coolest thing, to me at least, is that we have this built in ability to believe in things. When we’re kids it’s a little more fantastical. Santa, the Easter Bunny, magic, dragons, the idea that math matters in any way shape or form once you’re past the 8th grade. Our belief systems change as we grow, though. Our experiences, education, and people in our lives shape the way we think and what we choose to believe in. Our beliefs become more substantial. Religion, science, politics, the idea that we’ll pay a bored high school kid $2 to get a piece of paper with 6 numbers on it and suddenly become millionaires while we eat microwave lasagna on the recliner our parents gave us 15 years ago. What’s taken me a lot longer than it should have to understand, though, is that believing in yourself (myself) is the most important thing we (I) can ever believe in. I lose sight of that a lot. Well, maybe more accurately, I’ve never really chosen to fully believe in myself. I have temporary moments of confidence. Like when I have 255 yards to carry the water on a par 5 into the wind and I shrug and pull 3 wood like it ain’t no thang. Or when I (allegedly) called myself the Jokester and still thought I had a chance with the super hot new girl at CrossFit (I did). There are those moments. Whether those are times where I believe in myself or I’m just an idiot who doesn’t know any better is completely up for debate. Yesterday I wrote and posted a blog entry that was the antithesis of believing in myself. I rambled on and on about how I’m not in love with CrossFit anymore and how my body is the worst thing that’s ever existed and boo poor me I didn’t lift much one day. At the time it’s how I felt and still have some lingering feelings in that same vein. I’m getting past it (with the help of people knocking some sense into me). I spent a lot of time reading people’s responses to that post. Each one. Every word. And what I’ve found is that the people around me seem to believe in me a lot more than I believe in myself. So what gives? I honestly don’t know. There’s always been this part of me that is constantly whispering in the back of my mind saying, “You can’t do that.” And rather than being a child and fighting back by saying, “Yes, I can!” I, instead, agree and decide that I really can’t do that thing. That has to change. How can I expect to be an effective employee, good friend, successful CrossFitter, husband, father…anything…if I don’t believe I can and will be? I can’t. I’ll always be a sort of muted version of myself if I continue to hold myself back. I’ve always been good at rooting for other people. Helping them where I can. And really believing in those I love. Why, then, is it so hard for me to do the same for me? [Enter psychoanalysis of my youth and that time I did the thing in front of the people and it scarred me for life] Humans are capable of extraordinary things. We build skyscrapers. We cure diseases. We fall in love. A guy ran 50 marathons in 50 days, THEN RAN HOME TO SAN FRANCISCO FROM NEW YORK. A dude back squatted 1,260 pounds. Joey Chestnut ate 73.5 hot dogs and buns in 10 minutes. We can do some pretty cool stuff and it all stems from belief. In order to push our limits and do things we never thought possible, we first have to believe we can. There’s a thin line between being a believer and a zealot and we have to toe that line, but in order to truly realize what we’re capable of we have to believe. There are countless levels and layers of belief, though. One person who has been running their whole life may believe they can run 50 marathons in 50 days, while another person who just started may believe they can run a mile in under 10 minutes. Just like we move from believing mac and cheese is the greatest food in the world when we’re kids (OK, that never goes away) to believing a perfectly cooked 30 oz prime rib from Zort’s Prime Time (shameless plug) is the best food in the world, our (my) fitness, health, and personal goals will change over time. There will be stalls and setbacks, but I have to believe I can hit the goals I’ve set for myself. It may take two years for me to get ring muscle ups or back squat 405. So what? If I believe I can do them, why would I quit before I get there? So that’s where I’m at today. Instead of believing that little voice in the back of my head telling me I can’t get over this physical hump, I’m going to believe the balding bearded man looking back in the mirror telling me I can. I will rest and recharge. I will find the fire I know is there. I will set new, ambitious goals. And I will get back in the gym believing that with hard work I will do all the things I set out to do. And I’m gonna eat every bite of a 30 oz prime rib.

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