#my main point i guess is that i just become more unfocused when being told to stop than i was when i was doodling

[mindboogling]

I don’t really know how to describe this feeling other than stressful, so I decided to draw it

Please let me draw and “sketchnote”

#my art #art things #vent #personal rant #my main point i guess is that i just become more unfocused when being told to stop than i was when i was doodling

[1kook]

skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf 

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…” 

 Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane. 

 Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot. 

He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form. 

It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds. 

They were his favorite. 

Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this. 

God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month. 

But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity. 

As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings. 

He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream. 

But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. 

Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping. 

He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since! 

Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind. 

So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck. 

Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!

It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching. 

Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go. 

He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen. 

But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins. 

He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?” 

“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world. 

You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.” 

He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.” 

You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here. 

“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action. 

“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes. 

“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high. 

You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time. 

Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down. 

You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.” 

Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now. 

He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”

You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly. 

A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist. 

“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy. 

Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can. 

And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck. 

“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer. 

“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question. 

You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets. 

“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.” 

You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides. 

A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.  

He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry. 

“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes. 

As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be. 

Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest. 

He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly. 

Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?” 

He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign. 

He strikes while the iron is still hot. 

It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion. 

Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort. 

“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months. 

However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it. 

Kinda. 

Probably. 

Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over. 

He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“

“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing. 

“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”

“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders. 

If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off. 

And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy. 

“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face. 

The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing. 

Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting. 

(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.) 

One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you. 

He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone. 

Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more. 

You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs. 

Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it. 

And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him. 

It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top. 

Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror. 

He’s never seen you like this before. 

Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life. 

He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips. 

And then something unforgivable happens. 

Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information. 

Your hand. 

The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness. 

Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face. 

He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant. 

Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.” 

It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.” 

You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”

“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him. 

“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.

A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him. 

Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip. 

You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now. 

The sympathy doesn’t last long.  

Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams. 

Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand. 

But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this. 

“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches. 

There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are. 

Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out. 

“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him. 

You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead. 

It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.” 

He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands. 

“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!) 

Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”

Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead. 

“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises. 

It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock. 

Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon. 

He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time. 

When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.” 

A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago. 

His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap. 

There was never a choice.

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[thewritinggrindstone]

Who Is Your Main Character, Anyway?

Over the last six months, I have noticed a recurring problem in every fiction manuscript I’ve edited and a few other nonfiction projects to boot. It’s a problem that’s both made editing significantly more difficult than the task otherwise might be and it’s killed all of these potentially entertaining novels dead, so permit me to ask you a question:

Who is your main character?

No, really. I’m serious. Do you know who your MC is? Can you point at a single character and definitively say, “Yes, this is my MC”?

If not, you—and your story—might be in trouble.

For reference’s sake, some of the novels I’ve edited since June 2019 include:

A collection of sci-fi short stories tied together with alternating chapters of an extremely and alarmingly abstract, philosophical variety

A contemporary novel revolving around health problems, corrupt management, and struggling teachers in a NYC school

A contemporary novel set in a heavenly courtroom that functioned as a soapbox for the author’s opinions on the current state of the US government

An urban fantasy set in modern-day NYC with trolls, fairies, dragons, and other fantastical beasts

I also edited a memoir about life in Crete during WWII that was told via a progressing series of anecdotes.

All five of these projects, which sound so different from the outside, share the same issue: The author didn’t understand the need for a main character.

But why is a main character important? In fact, isn’t it possible to have more than one MC? I hear the arguments: the MCU doesn’t have a single MC, and look at how utterly lucrative that series has been.

Fair point, and I’ll touch on multi-POV later, but for now, bear with me and treat the idea of a main character as one of the fundamental storytelling rules. And like all rules related to writing, you need to know how it works before you can effectively break it.

So what is a main character?

The typical main character in a novel is, at their very core, the character who both:

Has the highest stakes in the story’s climax

Goes through the most dramatic change themselves (positive/negative arc), or has the most dramatic change on the world around them (flat arc)

If either element is missing from the character, chances are they aren’t actually the MC.

Why is this important?

It’s important because if you don’t consciously determine who your MC is, you’re far more likely to be swayed by other characters who pop up and their respective stories. Suddenly one character has severe anxiety due to a crummy upbringing and all but vanishes after they begin recovering after a failed suicide attempt. Another is stealing medication from the locked nurse’s office to deal with a problem that isn’t quite important enough to actually receive mention in the novel. Yet another character becomes a mouthpiece for a topic the author is passionate about but doesn’t actually tie into the novel’s plot or theme. Suddenly there are characters crawling out of the woodwork, all interesting and unique and playing important enough roles that the author becomes distracted with the shiny and the tantalizing and doesn’t quite realize that they’ve completely failed to mention a character isn’t a human at all and indeed is a troll until page seventy-three. Oh, and there’s no climax to the novel either. Huh. How did that happen?

One consequence of an author failing to identify their main character is that failing to do so often leads to an unfocused story. POVs hop from character A to character B to character C to character D, and somehow we find ourselves at character M before finally circling back around to character A, whose story... I no longer quite remember—or care about, because character G was fascinating and I want to get back to them.

Another consequence is that POV oftentimes is distributed unevenly throughout the story. A concurrent issue I’ve noticed cropping up is the use of omniscient POV in these troubled manuscripts. While that’s a topic for another post, I will say that a lack of main character + omniscient POV = stories that are notoriously difficult to edit effectively because it’s one thick layer of confusion on top of another thick layer of confusion. Trying to determine what the authors want out of those stories requires a frankly outrageous amount of effort compared to a story with a single main character and a limited POV because the editor has to spend so much time and energy guessing what the author truly wants.

On top of that, I’m going to take a wild guess and say that most authors don’t want to tell an unfocused story. Sure, we might want to obscure some facts, might want to leave the occasional little mystery for the reader to enjoy puzzling out, but we want our writing to be understood. We want it to resonate. And it’s difficult for a story to resonate when half its notes are atonal and the other half are outright missing.

Step 1 is to identify who your main character is. Step 2 is to determine what characters are masquerading—temporarily or completely—as the main character. In the contemporary novel set in the school I mentioned above, there were at least eight initial contenders for the role of main character, all with their own unique stories and all with significant POV time, but only one character had any bearing on the climax, and it was a character who didn’t appear until almost a third of the way into the novel but got less POV time than several other characters. This doesn’t work.

This doesn’t work because the reader assumes, particularly in genre novels (excepting romance), that:

the first character we meet, and

the character whose POV opens the novel

is going to be the main character. This isn’t a hard-and-fast rule, and there are absolutely exceptions—such as The Great Gatsby, in which the MC and the narrator are two totally separate characters—but this post is about identifying MCs in particular. Narrator vs MC is a topic for another day.

(In conventional romance novels, the POV is split fifty-fifty between the two love interests. This post doesn’t really apply to conventional romance, but it’s still not a bad idea to check yourself once in a while to make sure you don’t have any characters who are trying to worm their way into being the MC when they shouldn’t be.)

Some of the problems I’ve encountered in the five projects I mentioned above include:

A POV that skitters from character to character, even to characters who have no arc or bearing on the overall plot whatsoever

An unfocused climax or a total lack of climax

Numerous subplots that never resolve and/or never have any bearing on the climax

Significantly lowered chances that the reader will bond with or care about any of the characters

Unsatisfying character arcs and/or plots

Plots that wander to places they never should have gone

Subplots of subplots that have nothing to do with the main character and/or climax at all

Painfully boring scenes that serve no purpose

The author bending the characters and plot to A Message rather than allowing either to exist naturally

The author not understanding what is truly important or interesting in their story

Stories that try to cram way too much information into a single book

The exclusion of details that are vital to understanding the overall story

Before throwing the unfinished book aside, the reader asking the two deadliest possible questions: So what? and Who cares?

That’s a rather terrible and terrifying list, isn’t it? All because each author never chose a single main character for their novel.

So I ask again: Who is your main character? Are they present from as close to the beginning of the story to as close to the end of the story as possible? Are they the most changed (or do they cause the most change around them) of all the characters in the story? Are there other characters around them who have plots or subplots that don’t tie into either the climax or the main character in any way? Is there another character who has more of an effect on the climax than your current labeled MC? More POV time or overall focus?

If you don’t have a main character to anchor your story around, the chances of it wandering, drifting away on every little eddying breeze that comes along, stumbling into dead ends and boring climaxes and unsatisfying character arcs grow with each added word. So challenge yourself to nail down a single main character. Wrap the entire plot around them, tight enough to choke them if you must. Get your facts straight; tie every detail back to them. You might find extraneous loose threads you can pluck out, be they characters or plot elements—but you might also find areas that are weak and need building up. You might even find both coexisting in the same story, because writing is sometimes just like that.

And once you know how to identify and use your main character, you can begin adding other elements to your story, elements that can create a bit of breathing room wherever necessary, all without the story losing its focus or meandering away from you into an area that leaves your reader—or editor—baffled at best, furious at worst.

 That said, of course it’s possible to have more than one MC, but with each MC you add to a single novel, the more work you’re creating for yourself, because each MC needs to have equal stakes in the climax and, preferably, an equal amount of attention throughout the story. Conventional romance, with its lack of a single MC, works because the climax hinges on the two characters who have received equal attention (via POV time and word count) up to that point. They both stand to win—and lose—the same thing, namely their mutual happy ending. Adding in a third main character is possible but tricky. Four? If you can do it, you’re a better plotter than me, friend, and I salute you.

A note: yes, subplots are a great way of adding extra characters or situations to a story that don’t necessarily run through the main plot. Ideally, though, most subplots should be resolved as close to the climax as possible to give the entire climax that added oomph. Again, there are exceptions, and it’s often a per-story situation, but a story can only handle so many notes being played before the sound of it gets muddy. Plot accordingly, and don’t lose sight of who the main character is.

Another note: yes, the MCU doesn’t have a single main character. Even some of the MCU films don’t have a single main character, particularly the Avengers flicks, and discussing how to handle a story that has multiple MCs is not really what I wanted to focus on today. Summarized, those stories are possible but tricky. Please notice the way very few of the MCU main characters get introduced in the big team-up films. Most of the characters get their own films or get introduced as side characters in those films so the audience has to do less work initially investing in them when there is more than one main character present.

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[disastermages]

this is part five of the au where xiao xingchen is the one to raise wei wuxian

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"Is he alright?" Xiao Xingchen asks, coming out of his own tent and watching the way his sister bounces her son in her arms. Wei Ying fought and fussed against any attempt Cangse made to soothe him, his cries only barely muffled against her chest.

The glow of the fire casts a shadow over Cangse's face as Xiao Xingchen comes to stand close to her, and for a moment, that shadow hides how exhausted she was, the worn expression on her face hidden in the night. "I don't know." Cangse admits finally, her shoulders starting to cave in. "I don't know if he's getting another tooth or if he's about to hit another growth spurt, but nothing I'm doing is working."

"Growth spurts can make children fussy?" Xiao Xingchen asks, eyes focusing on his nephew now. Wei Ying didn't look any bigger than he had earlier today.

"I don't know!" Cangse says, her voice too loud for the hour, but she's no louder than her son. "That's what some auntie told me after A-Ying was born! I didn't even ask her, people just tell you stuff when you have a kid!" Cangse's eyes get wide as she speaks, setting Wei Ying onto her hip so she can gesture with one hand and still hold him, his little hands clinging to her robes.

Tears are still rolling down Wei Ying’s cheeks, and Cangse wipes them away with her sleeve, sighing and closing her eyes. "Can you hold him for just a minute? He might like you better than me tonight." Cangse asks suddenly, stroking Wei Ying’s hair back, but looking right at Xiao Xingchen.

"Shijie, I don't-" Xiao Xingchen says, his eyes wide as his sister steps closer to him, already shifting Wei Ying back into her arms to pass him over. Since he'd met up with his sister's family, he'd only held his nephew twice over the last three weeks, and each time Wei Changze had taken his son back after just a few minutes, smiling as if he knew something Xiao Xingchen didn't.

Wei Ying is in his uncle's arms before Xiao Xingchen can finish what he was saying, his eyes owlishly wide as another whimper dies on his lips. Forcing himself to breathe slowly, Xiao Xingchen brings Wei Ying close to his chest,  his arms tight around him. Wei Ying liked to wriggle and kick, Wei Changze had told him that, and Xiao Xingchen didn't even want to risk dropping him.

Xiao Xingchen expects the wailing to start all over again, he expects Wei Ying to turn around and grab for his mother, but neither of those things happen. Instead Wei Ying laughs, his tears drying up on his face as he holds onto the front of Xiao Xingchen’s robes as tightly as he can.

"Now he's happy, the little traitor." Cangse says, leaning up just a little bit to brush her finger against Wei Ying’s nose three times. All the stress from before has melted off Cangse's face now, leaving only a sleepy smile in its wake. "Maybe I should just let your Uncle Xiao keep you, what would you do then, A-Ying?"

Cangse tickles Wei Ying as she teases him, making him giggle and twist in Xiao Xingchen’s grasp, and Xiao Xingchen can't hold back the smile of his own anymore, the fear of dropping him evaporating.

The tickling stops when Wei Ying hides his face in his uncle's chest, and Xiao Xingchen can't stop himself from putting a hand on the back of his head, the same way he'd seen his sister and her husband do it.

When he looks over, Cangse is smiling at him. "I can't wait to tell Changze that I finally got you to hold him longer than a few seconds." She says, trying to turn her smile into a smirk and failing as she watches her brother hold her son so tightly.

Xiao Xingchen didn't know his brother in law had been so concerned about it.

"Are you alright?"

Song Lan’s voice snaps Xiao Xingchen out of the memory, the sight of his sister smiling at him disappearing.

Song Lan is the one standing in front of him now, their fingers laced together despite the worried look on his husband's face. Swallowing thickly, Xiao Xingchen shakes his head. "Just remembering something, that's all."

It was still dark in their tent, but Xiao Xingchen didn't need light to know that he was still being worried over. He squeezes Song Lan’s hand in his and leans his weight against his shoulder.

"We still have a few hours before A-Xian wakes up, if you want to tell me." Song Lan murmurs against the top of his head, and Xiao Xingchen chuckles. They haven't been able to leave anywhere before dawn since Wei Ying was eight.

"A-Ying and I have been here once before when he was still small." Xiao Xingchen confesses, this wasn't the exact place he'd made camp with his sister's family, but it was close enough. "My sister and his father were still here back then, we'd all been traveling together, but I was terrified of holding A-Ying. I thought for sure that I would drop him or hurt him, and I told myself that it was for the best that I didn't carry him."

Song Lan’s arm wraps around his waist at the mention of Cangse, though he huffs and smiles against Xiao Xingchen’s hair. Xiao Xingchen couldn't fault him for it, not when he'd so willingly and often carried Wei Ying by the time they met.

Laying back against his husband, Xiao Xingchen smiles too. "My sister finally made me hold him one night because he was fussy, and I thought he'd just keep crying or cry more because of me, but he laughed and held onto me instead."

Wei Ying hadn't been an overly fussy toddler, but he'd had his moments, and after that night, Cangse had made a point of dropping him into Xiao Xingchen’s arms until Xiao Xingchen had started picking him up on his own.

"Today is his birthday, I guess I'm only thinking about how big he's gotten." Xiao Xingchen finishes, looking at Song Lan again and smiling, more honest this time. "I can't pick him up anymore."

Well, he could. Both he and Song Lan could pick their nephew up if they wanted to, but that might earn them reddened cheeks and claims that he wasn’t a little kid anymore. Xiao Xingchen puts the idea away with a quiet laugh. He couldn’t be that mean to Wei Ying on his birthday.

It had only been three days since they’d left Lotus Pier, though Jiang Fengmian had tried to make them stay longer, insisting that Wei Ying and Jiang Wanyin should spend their birthdays together, and Xiao Xingchen had almost agreed, but then Wei Ying had asked him when they were going to leave.

That had been all the permission Xiao Xingchen had needed to leave Lotus Pier with both his husband and their nephew in tow.

~

They’re near Lanling when they hear the murmurs of the villagers, their voices hushed and their eyes unfocused on whatever was in front of them as they talked about it. Ghosts had all but taken over a village a few miles to the south, luring villagers into rivers too fast to swim against, calling them to the end of a steep cliff by imitating the voices of people the villagers knew, or some of them were even bold enough to try frightening the villagers to death.

Wei Ying is the only one able to work the exact location of the village out of an innkeeper, his eyes widening as the old man looks at him seriously and works the facts into a ghost story, tugging on his beard as though he were a professional storyteller.

Xiao Xingchen can’t bring himself to scold Wei Ying for it, not when the old man had seemed so eager to tell him the story.

The haunting seemed to be a recurring problem, the ghosts cropping up every ten years like clockwork and running rampant until cultivators arrived to put them down for another decade, though by then, the ghosts from the previous years had joined their ranks. According to the innkeeper, Lanling Jin had stopped coming out to deal with the ghosts soon after Jin Guangshan had become leader of his sect, his sniff of disdain hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“I’m afraid we can’t afford to pay for your services.” The village’s leader tells them when they arrive, the guilt on his face obvious, but then Song Lan is holding his hand up and shaking his head.

“We require no payment, sir, we only ask for a place to rest while we’re here.” Xiao Xingchen says, bowing quickly, Song Lan and Wei Ying following suit, and the man still looks unsure, but gestures for them to follow behind him.

They walk in silence as they’re led to an abandoned, but still standing house at the edge of the forest. “Years ago, the spirits dared not come past this point,” The man’s voice shakes as he speaks, and Wei Ying casts a worried look over to his uncle, “now they keep my villagers locked inside their homes all day and night.” The village leader bows deeply to them, then, “We cannot go on as we have in the past, Daozhangs, please put these spirits to bed for good.”

Xiao Xingchen opens his mouth to speak, but Wei Ying is faster, stepping forward and catching the man’s arms, a comforting smile on his face as he speaks, “We’ll do our best, please don’t worry, Sir.” Xiao Xingchen recognized the tone he was using, it was the same one he’d used whenever Wei Ying had nightmares and hearing his nephew use it now pulls at his heart.

“It doesn’t make sense.” Wei Ying says, once the village’s leader has left and they’re alone in the house, all three of them taking care around places where the floorboards seem weak. They’d stayed in worse places, especially during nighthunts, but as long as the house wouldn’t collapse on top of them, it was fine. “If they’ve had Jin cultivators out so many times, why haven’t they done away with the ghosts by now? Why would they just keep suppressing the haunting?”

Setting his bag down on the dusty floor, Xiao Xingchen hums. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been thinking the same thing, but Wei Ying was like his mother, he said the first thing that came to mind.

“A-Xian, some gentry families prefer to keep spirits suppressed with the aid of arrays and traps.” Song Lan explains, narrowly avoiding a hole in the stairs as he comes back down into the main room, wiping the dust from the railing off onto Wei Ying’s shoulder. “What happens to those arrays and traps over time?” Both Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen grin at each other when Wei Ying pouts, wiping at the dust on his shoulder.

“They wear out and break down over time.” Wei Ying says, shaking his head like it was the simplest question either of his uncles had ever asked him, but then realization hits his face, a bright grin following it. “The traps must have a ten year lifespan!”

“That’s just a theory I thought of upstairs,” Song Lan says, “we don’t have any proof that they used traps just yet.” It was a very likely theory though, Xiao Xingchen thinks, the Jin sect was known for overloading forests with spirit nets during nighthunts. A quick walk out into the forest before nightfall would tell them what they needed to know about how the Jin sect had been dealing with this problem.

The traps they do find are old and burnt out, some of them cracked along the edges from where the spirits had fought against them. “None of them have any spirit calming spells inscribed on them.” Wei Ying announces, turning the trap over in his hands again and again, looking up at his uncles as he tosses it to the side. They’d been intended to be a temporary solution to a constant problem, then.

“You don’t want to tinker with it?” Song Lan asks, nudging at the trap with his foot. Normally, one of the more salvageable traps would’ve been tucked into Wei Ying’s bag and only taken out again to be broken down and put back together once it was repaired or improved. This time, Wei Ying only shakes his head.

“These aren’t made to be fixed, I would only break them more if I tried.” There’s a level of frustration in Wei Ying’s voice that makes Xiao Xingchen reach out and put his hand on his shoulder. Everything they carried with them while traveling was meant to have multiple uses, some of their possessions could even be fixed as they failed, nothing was wasted by rogue cultivators.

It was a lesson from their grandmaster that Xiao Xingchen had taught Wei Ying from a young age. Xiao Xingchen could understand his nephew’s irritation at such a frivolous trap.

“A-Ying, I want you to be very careful tonight, stay close to me or Uncle Song when you can and stay on the defensive when you can’t.” Xiao Xingchen keeps his hand on Wei Ying’s shoulder as he speaks, turning him just slightly so he was looking at his uncle. Wei Ying could achieve immortality and Xiao Xingchen would still prefer keeping him close in a fight.

“I’ll be okay, Uncle Xiao.” Wei Ying protests, though he doesn’t shrug off Xiao Xingchen’s hand. The sun had already started to set, and the temperature in the forest was dropping right along with it.

“A-Ying.” Xiao Xingchen says a little more firmly, narrowing his eyes. If the spirits were strong enough to keep villagers inside their homes night and day, Xiao Xingchen wouldn’t let his nephew take any unnecessary risks, he couldn’t.

Their stare down only lasts a few seconds before Wei Ying gives in, slumping against his uncle and groaning out that he would stay close. The pout on his face makes both Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan laugh as they walk deeper into the forest, Song Lan at the front and the other two trailing close behind him.

They’re in position long before dusk, close enough to keep eyes on each other, but not close enough to get taken out as a group, their swords held in their hands rather than kept on their backs. Xiao Xingchen had expected more activity by now, even if the spirits hadn’t risen up at their feet, they should have seen at least a few of the harmless ones wandering.

Turning and locking eyes with Wei Ying, Xiao Xingchen nods, watching as his nephew takes a paperman out of his robes and sends it wandering out past the tree Song Lan was hidden against, letting it stop and look around as it comes to stand in front of a fallen log.

The paperman was bait, something to draw out spirits starving for spiritual energy, but Wei Ying could only let it go so far before he had to follow after it. Xiao Xingchen crouches down behind the boulder in front of him and watches as Wei Ying walks a few feet forward, allowing the paperman to pass in front of one end of the log when a spectral hand reaches out and snatches it.

The connection to Wei Ying’s spiritual energy is severed almost immediately as the paperman crumples and a high pitched shriek explodes out of the log before the ghost inhabiting it emerges, tossing its head in every direction as it tries to find the source of the paperman.

The spirit had been human once, Xiao Xingchen notes, even as it crawls out on all fours, twisted and tormented in death.

“A-Ying.” Xiao Xingchen whispers, and Wei Ying moves himself backwards almost silently, ducking behind a tree slightly closer to Song Lan’s without being told twice.

The screeching of the log spirit seems to draw out the rest, their voices sounding pitiful as they moan in response. Some of them rise up from the ground, others appear from the inside of bushes, but others descend from the trees just ahead of them, their eyes sightless as they toss their heads.

Decades of suppression instead of being put to rest properly hadn’t been kind to these spirits, it had whittled them down to their base instincts, and Xiao Xingchen forces himself to choke down the anger that rises in his chest.

A sharp whistle from just ahead of him brings Xiao Xingchen out of his thoughts and pulls him back into the moment, they would need to start working their way forward if they wanted to keep the spirits out of the village tonight.

Song Lan moves first, stepping silently to the right and forward, drawing Fuxue out of its sheath as he waits for Xiao Xingchen and then Wei Ying to move, Shuanghua and Suibian already held in their hands.

On their third rotation forward, a twig snaps underneath Xiao Xingchen’s foot and he eyes of the spirits are on him, the lot of them moving forward as he steels himself, Shuanghua already poised when a cleansing talisman flies forward and burns away a group of the weakest ones.

Xiao Xingchen can’t turn and look at his nephew now, but he knows full well if he did, there’d be a grin on Wei Ying’s face. Shuanghua cuts through the spirits that come charging at him first, purifying them even as they screech and wail against the blade now that they’ve lost the element of surprise.

Song Lan is working his way through the spirits on the opposite side of him, Fuxue glinting in the moonlight as Wei Ying flits between them, staying just close enough to both his uncles to avoid catching a lecture after they’d finished.

The three of them spend an hour working through the spirits that threw themselves upon their blades when one of the spirits at the center groans loud enough to shake the ground underneath their feet before it breaks away from the weaker spirits, the spectral jaw of it hanging open as it flees up a hill.

Before it goes too far, a talisman flies past Xiao Xingchen’s head and seals itself on the spirit’s back, drawing another scream from it.

“Was that one of your new ones?” Song Lan asks, landing next to Xiao Xingchen and Wei Ying, his eyes trying to track the movements of the ghost. They’d given Wei Ying three new stacks of talisman paper for his birthday a few months ago, and he’d been dutifully working through them.

“I modified the trace of evil spell,” Wei Ying nods, holding up two fingers to show his uncles a glowing character between them, the light of it flickering and growing dimmer as the spirit moved further and further away from them. “We can track it for an hour and a half like this, but I’m working on one that lasts a lot longer.”

Despite the situation, Xiao Xingchen doesn’t stop himself from smiling and patting the top of Wei Ying’s head. He’d never thought of himself as a prideful man until he came face to face with his nephew’s inventions. He almost misses the way Song Lan’s hand comes up and pats Wei Ying’s shoulder.

“We should get moving, wherever that spirit goes, we need to follow it.” Song Lan says, looking into Xiao Xingchen’s eyes and nodding as he takes back his position at the head of their group, though they walk closer this time.

Wei Ying’s talisman leads them to a northeastern corner of the forest, the air getting more and more stagnant as they move, making their clothes itch and seem too warm despite the coldness of the season.

A wail stops them where they stand, the three of them looking at each other before any of them dares to speak.

“Is that a kid crying?” Wei Ying asks, tugging at Xiao Xingchen’s sleeve, his eyebrows drawn together.

“Song Lan, it doesn’t sound spectral, it sounds human.” Xiao Xingchen keeps the panic out of his voice for the sake of his husband and nephew, though he knows his eyes betray him when Song Lan turns to look at him.

Why would there be a child all the way out in the forest if all the villagers were locked in their homes? The thought of it churns Xiao Xingchen’s stomach, but Wei Ying walks forward before he can say anything more, looking back to his uncles with his mouth agape when the character glows brighter between his fingers when he turns towards the wailing.

“A-Xian, I want you between us, now.” Song Lan says and Xiao Xingchen nods, coming to stand directly behind his nephew while Song Lan stands in front, when Wei Ying doesn’t argue, they start moving forward again, climbing up the hill and only communicating silently as the glow intensifies.

It could very well be a trick, all three of them know that, the spirits had been crafty, but if there truly was a child out here, they wouldn’t leave them here.

The crying stops as they reach the top of the hill, leaving them to look around themselves, both for the spirit and for the child that had led them up this high.

“There!” Wei Ying whisper-shouts, pointing out a shape hiding against a bush to the left of them. The child was covering their eyes with their hands and their shoulders were shaking, either with cold or with fear.

Song Lan steps forward, trying to move their group closer to the child, but stops when the ghost appears again, though it’s eyes aren’t focused on them, they’re bearing into the child, the jaws hanging open in a snarl.

The beast moves first, breaking out in a run towards the child at the same time Wei Ying breaks away from his uncles, diving forward to gather them in his arms and then behind a large tree.

It slams against the tree and the child cries out again, vaguely, Xiao Xingchen thinks he can hear Wei Ying trying to soothe them, speaking quietly as Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan make their moves on the beast. They each take a side of it and drive their swords in, ignoring how it howls when they throw cleansing talismans on it.

They go through half a stack of talismans each before they can land the killing blow on the spirit, and even then it fights, growling at them until it fizzles away and leaves a pile of bones, large ones, but not human, behind.

Wei Ying and the child come out from behind their tree once the bones are buried underneath a half dozen calming talismans, their tiny arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

“Her name is A-Qing,” Wei Ying says, swallowing thickly and bouncing her in his grip, “she says she’s five.”

Forcing himself to breathe again, Xiao Xingchen nods and reaches out, turing Wei Ying’s face either way to check for any injuries that needed dealing with right away, and then he sets about prying A-Qing away from him, Song Lan eventually joining in on their circle of soft-talking and gentle encouragements.

Aside from scrapes and bruises, A-Qing is only cold, hungry, and scared after being lured out into the woods two days ago. The village’s leader hadn’t told them there was a child among the missing people.

She clings to Wei Ying on their walk back to the village, whimpering at every noise. The spirits that had surrounded them had long since dispersed, gone from this world and onto the next after the spirit keeping all of them there had been put down, and the eerie feeling of the forest had been taken with them.

Dawn is already breaking when they return, the village leader waiting for them at the tree line with his hands clasped in worry, and then relief when he sees all three of them, plus another, alive and walking towards them.

“A-Qing’s mother died a few days after she was born, and her father was one of the first to be taken by the spirits.” The village leader says, looking apologetically at the little girl, even as she slept on Wei Ying’s shoulder. “She’s been staying with neighbors while we’ve been trying to deal with the spirits, but then she’d wandered off one night.”

Xiao Xingchen doesn’t miss the way Wei Ying’s arms grow tighter around A-Qing, but he doesn’t allow himself to linger on it, instead he turns his eyes onto Song Lan silently for a moment.

They’d discussed it, they’d discussed adopting children many, many times, but talking about it was different from actually doing it.

All it takes is the slightest nod of his head and a clearing of Song Lan’s throat for Xiao Xingchen to speak.

“We intend to ask A-Qing’s opinion on the matter after she wakes, but with your permission, Village Leader, my husband and I would like to adopt her.”

The man seems flabbergasted at the request, but recovers after a moment, his face going still as he considers it.

“If A-Qing wishes to leave with the three of you, I will allow it.”

~

“Xian-gege, don’t go!” A-Qing cries, her cheeks red as she tugs at his robes, staring up at him pleadingly. Guilt gnaws at Xiao Xingchen when he finds that he agrees with her, though he tries his best not to let it show as he watches Wei Ying lean down and pick up his younger sister, one arm holding her on his hip and the other hand reaching up to pinch her cheek.

“A-Qing,” Wei Ying starts, leaning his forehead against hers before he sighs dramatically, “Uncle Xiao already wrote to Sect Leader Jiang and told him that I would go to Gusu Lan’s lecture, it wouldn’t be nice for me to change my mind now.”

A-Qing wrinkles her nose at the mention of Jiang Fengmian despite only meeting the man once since they’d taken her in. “I don’t like Sect Leader Jiang.” The little girl speaks with finality that was beyond her years, and Xiao Xingchen doesn’t bother holding back his laughter, they still had a few more minutes before they would meet up with the Jiang attachment.

“Do you have everything you need?” Xiao Xingchen asks, holding out his hands to take A-Qing from his nephew, reaching out with his free hand to straighten Wei Ying’s robes once he has her.

“Yes, Uncle Xiao.”

“You have your talisman papers? I know you’ll go through the ones they give you.”

“Yes, Uncle Xiao.”

“Your winter robes? It gets cold in Gusu.”

“Yes, Uncle Xiao.”

“The sweets Uncle Song made for you?”

“I snuck them into his bag last night.” Song Lan says, coming up behind Xiao Xingchen and brushing their arms together. “Those were supposed to be a surprise.”

Xiao Xingchen throws his husband a look of apology that’s quickly waved off, instead, Song Lan starts his own version of straightening Wei Ying’s robes.

“You have your stationery? Remember to write to us once at least once a week, A-Ying.” The stationery had been something the three of them had worked on together, traditional letters were out of the question, they wandered too far to even consider it.

There’s a hand on the small of his back then, and Xiao Xingchen struggles to swallow down the rest of his questions.

Stepping forward, Xiao Xingchen pushes down the feeling rising up in his chest. “You can come back to us anytime you want, remember that, A-Ying, you don’t have to wait out the year if you don’t want to.” It had been part of his and Jiang Fengmian’s agreement, Wei Ying was allowed to leave Gusu Lan’s lecture after the first two months if he wanted to, and any major punishments were to go through Xiao Xingchen.

Getting Jiang Fengmian to agree to those terms had been like twisting an arm, but Xiao Xingchen had won out in the end.

Suddenly there are arms around his neck as Wei Ying hugs him tightly, and Xiao Xingchen returns it as best he can with A-Qing still on his hip. Her weight shifts and Xiao Xingchen lets out a wet laugh when he realizes that A-Qing has joined their embrace.

When they part, Wei Ying’s eyes are wet, but Song Lan has already started speaking, one hand resting on Wei Ying’s shoulder.

“Behave yourself, A-Xian, if you have to break the rules, don’t get caught.”

A grin spreads across Wei Ying’s face, and he opens his mouth to speak, but then, someone is calling his name and waving their hand at him. It only takes a moment of squinting for Xiao Xingchen to recognize the young man as Jiang Wanyin, taller and more grown into his features as he waves Wei Ying over.

For a moment, Wei Ying looks between the three of them and the Jiang attachment, but Xiao Xingchen only nods at him, his grip on A-Qing tightening ever so slightly, still smiling sadly.

He expects Wei Ying to run and join them right away, maybe he would wave at them over his shoulder before he disappeared from view, but then there’s another hug pressed against his side before it’s gone, and Wei Ying only hesitates for a moment before launching himself at Song Lan and giving him one of the same.

Xiao Xingchen presses himself against Song Lan’s side as they watch their nephew disappear from view, his heart in his throat until he hears Song Lan sniffle beside him.

“He’ll come back to us.” Xiao Xingchen says quietly, to who, he isn’t sure.

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The Book That Started It All

Prompt: #101 + #125 for @noona-clock​ – “Do you want to leave?” + “It’s over!”

Pairing: Lee Jungshin x reader

World: Next in Line

Genre: university au / cheesy fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Happy Birthday Becky! I had two options… write Jae or do another segment in your beloved world with Jungshin. I chose your soulmate this time! I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day. I love you! <333

Word count: 1563

“It’s over!” you exclaimed, letting out a long-winded exhale with it. Looking back at the building you had just exited after submitting the hard copy of your thesis, you tried not to shed a tear. You thought you would be excited to never step foot within it again after the gruelling years and multiple exams held within it.

You were overwhelmed by all your accomplishments. You had done all you had set out to do and more. When you started your Bachelor’s degree several years ago, you had never expected you would carry on to do honours and become an assistant teacher during your time as a student.

But here you were after it all. You had survived. There had been times during your studies where you thought you wouldn’t make it to the next term, let alone semester.

And now you were staring back at all those memories with a fond smile. You blinked rapidly to prevent the tears from falling, even wiping at your skin on your face in attempts to settle your emotions. You weren’t really ending anything. All this study had led to a full-time job and it was simply one chapter closing to move into the next.

Still, you couldn’t help the sentimental mood that washed over you.

Wandering aimlessly around the campus you could call a second home by this point in your life, you somehow found yourself climbing up the stairs to the library that stood in the middle of the university. You couldn’t fathom a guess of how many times in your education that you had thumped up and down these stairs. And now it would be your last time.

Your feet lingered on the last step into the building before you took a deep breath, walking through the entrance doors.

This place had never changed. It was the constant to your student life, the hub of all information. Whilst the books were rearranged and the faces behind the service counters might have differed, the feel never shifted. You looked towards your favourite table in the main lobby of the library, your go-to whenever you needed to stop in to study. You had spent many hours at that table, discovering new worlds and facts that had led you to this point.

Taking a seat in the chair you always picked out, you smiled, placing your hands on the tabletop. You would have no need to come rushing over here with a stack of books and laptop in tow, your frazzled state calming once deeply settled into a book. You wouldn’t need to worry about requesting texts that were already loaned out and battling it out for the high demand ones anymore. In fact, you looked over to the department that you loathed and equally loved. Getting up, you approached the section, stepping down an aisle and then stopped when you turned a corner, your eyes soaking in the tall man leaning against the shelf perusing a book.

“Took you long enough,” he said, not lifting his eyes from the text, though you saw the way his lips curled up. “I thought you’d forget all about me in the throes of your internalisation.”

“What am I internalising?” you asked and Jungshin snapped the book shut, shooting you a warm smile. You slipped into his ready embrace, burying in deeply.

It was funny; the reason you hated and loved this section was all because of Lee Jungshin. He had stolen your book and your heart within this small area. When you thought back to that moment in time, you truly wondered how you had ended up like this now. It had been a whirlwind of a romance, something that started within this university.

And although you were certain it wouldn’t ever end, you were a little on edge thinking about the outside world. When you both moved into your careers, would you find yourselves separating slowly? Despite now living together, could things change without the confines of this little campus and daily study sessions in the library?

You sighed, you were just being foolish.

Still, it was easy to have that doubt, only because all you had been a history student for the entirety of your relationship. You weren’t going to be students for much longer, technically you no longer were with all your requirements handed in for marking. And once you graduated, that would end your time here for good.

You buried in deeper, hoping it would help you hold onto Jungshin forever.

He chuckled against you, his lips brushing over the top of your head. “You know, even if I can’t read your mind, I know what you’re thinking.”

“Then you can read my mind,” you mumbled from within his embrace that tightened slightly. You eventually lifted your head away from his chest and Jungshin reached to wipe away the tears you hadn’t even felt yourself shed. “We’re going to be fine.”

“Of course we are.” Jungshin leaned down to kiss you softly before giving your upper arms a gentle rub. “Do you want to leave?”

“Five more minutes,” you bargained and he nodded, taking you back within his arms. You inhaled deeply, stabilising your emotions with the scent of his cologne you loved so much. When you felt the time had passed, you stepped back; taking his hand with a smile and the pair of you left the library and all the books you had learned from behind.

You hadn’t ended up back home after your departure. Jungshin had driven up into the hills, taking you on a scenic drive that you enjoyed a lot. It wasn’t quite yet dark out, the dusky hues in the sky casting their final light on all things below. By the time the car came to a stop, you had been lulled into contentment.

Jungshin grinned over at you and gestured to get out of the car. You did as you were instructed, coming around to his side of the vehicle and taking his hand as he pulled out a blanket from the back seat. You looked up at him. “It’s too early to stargaze.”

“Really? Then what are you? A meteorite instead?”

You rolled your eyes. “Not funny.”

“Let’s end today doing something we did the first time we went on a date, hm?” Jungshin offered and you immediately stopped scowling, chewing your lip in anticipation. On your first date, Jungshin had brought you to this spot, telling you it was his favourite place. And it had become yours as well, a place where all the stresses of the world back down in the city couldn’t reach to. You always felt so free up here.

It felt fitting with the change in your lives now to come up here.

After getting settled on the blanket and into Jungshin’s side, you both fell silent for some time comfortably. The thing you loved about him was that as much as you sought out his attention, he equally respected your need for quiet time. He was much the same as you, and despite being together, there was something intrinsically beautiful that you could shut him out and think for yourself without offending him by doing so.

This, however, meant you startled when he spoke after some time. “Y/N, the stars are almost up.”

“Really? Hm, let me see if I can find a constellation from here.”

“You always try for the impossible. The naked eye can’t see them at this time of night.”

“Leave me to my wishes, Jungshin. One day I’ll prove I’m talented at this!” you retorted and with a chuckle, he left you to it. You were avidly searching the skies when something came into your view, causing your eyes to go unfocused momentarily.

“Look, I found something,” he breathed and you gasped at the ring he held up. “I don’t think it’s a constellation though.”

“Wh-what are you, oh my God.”

“You once told me I’d have to step up my game to propose to you. That nothing could top what I had done that time in the classroom. I thought over so many different ways, even the cheesy ones.”

“Well, this isn’t exactly not cliché,” you managed through your tears and you felt Jungshin nod beside you.

“I realised after school, the world we knew would be changing. It was the perfect time to do this. I uh, didn’t know I would be proposing tonight. But when I saw you in the library, I figured I couldn’t not try. Will you marry me, Y/N?”

You were too racked with emotions to answer verbally, your head bobbing up and down so fast that Jungshin hand to grab onto it to stop the movement. He leaned in and kissed you, which was hard to reciprocate when you were already out of air from his proposal.

When you pulled away, you realised he had already slipped the ring onto your finger and you marvelled at the perfect fit of everything today. The handing in of your final assignment, the last visit to the place that started all this, and now the confirmation that you and Jungshin would be forever.

You were excited. As you whispered streams of adoration for the man at your side and spent many more moments kissing until the night sky, you were grateful for one thing in particular.

The book that started it all.

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prompt: kind of a niche ship but could you write some richie n seth fluff pls? i love your fics!!✨

omg i love this ship. i’ve written them vaguely (richie/seth/stefon threesome fic) but never on their own? so this was a v fun challenge for me. i hope u like it, u’ve inspired me to write more for them!

cw for this being set in IT ch 2 canon, so eddie is like. dead and gone for good, unfortunately, and it is discussed. i picture this fic being set around 2017. i promise this fic isn’t just richie angst, there’s fluff! just gotta get through some sad parts first.

When he moved back to New York City, Richie felt like his 29-year-old self again. He still does sometimes. The NYC comedy scene and the LA one are distinctly different, despite all the NYC expats who move to LA to star in films or do voice acting or settle down and have a few kids. It didn’t feel right to go back, though. LA was all shine and sun, several layers of sky blue paint over decades worth of grime. At least NYC was honest in its grime for the most part. At least New Yorkers were able to joke about their greasy ass pizza and subway rats instead of all trying to be Instagram influencers. 

The real truth was that Richie had friends in NYC. In LA, he had none. And what he needed was friends. 

The funny thing about reconnecting with an old friend is that sometimes, even though it seems like a lot has changed, they’re still the same person, deep down. 

Seth is still a workaholic--the same workaholic who Richie met back when he hosted SNL for the first time. He still stays up til 4 AM sometimes, drinking dark, bitter coffee for the caffeine rather than the taste, darting in and out of cubicles, asking if anything new has cropped up in the past few hours that’s monologue worthy. He still wears those ratty sweatshirts during the day and changes into suits for the evening. He does shave more consistently, Richie will give him that. He still laughs high pitched and loud when a joke really gets him, and he still laughs at his own jokes, even, stumbling through them sometimes with tears welling up in his eyes. He still loves to drink tequila and whiskey and anything really that brings heat to his cheeks and more of that laughter bubbling out of his chest, though he tells Richie he doesn’t drink as much as he used to--he’s far too old for it now, and the hangovers are intense.

(“I do wanna do a day drinking segment with Rihanna, though,” he confides in him once over lunch. They’re eating greasy pizza, and Richie feels like he’s in heaven, because the shit in LA doesn’t even begin to measure up.

“Rihanna? Do you have, like, connections to her or something?”

“No! I wish,” Seth frowns at his slice of pepperoni. “Do you?”

Richie hoots out a laugh. “Dude, you are severely overestimating me if you think I know Rihanna. Good luck on your quest, though.”

“Hey, maybe Rihanna’s got a thing for raunchy comedians who wear the same shirt three days in a row and own like, two pairs of sneakers and refuse to buy new ones. I don’t know her personally, either.”

Richie flicks a piece of mushroom right at Seth’s face. He laughs in that way he does, and Richie’s chest flutters.)

And maybe it’s the fact that Seth is still Seth--still blue-eyed, New Hampshire, toothy grin Seth--that makes Richie fall for him. And he’s not even surprised by it. He thinks he’s always sort of had a piece of his heart reserved for Seth, even when he moved to LA. He was the first one to send him a congratulatory text when the news broke that he got Late Night, and he was always happy to wander around his too-empty LA apartment and shoot the shit with him for hours long phone calls about everything and anything and nothing at all. Seth was the first to welcome Richie with open arms back to NYC. They were the sort of friends that never truly fell apart, even when they went a while without speaking to each other.

It all comes tumbling out eventually, why Richie is back in NYC. Seth never really poses the question, but when Richie calls him one Tuesday night at 3 AM, eyes unfocused and hot with tears and chest heaving with hyperventilating sobs, the answer becomes clear to him. 

He’s still awake, of course, sitting in his office and staring at the writers’ Slack chat when the phone rings. “Are you awake, man? I’m sorry if I woke you,” Richie says into the phone, warbly.

Seth manages to talk him down from it when Richie admits he had a pretty vivid nightmare. He doesn’t judge him for a second or wonder why a 40-year-old man is so shook up by one. He simply talks slow and soft into the phone, telling him it’s okay and grounding him as best as he can. “You can tell me anything, Rich, you know that, right?” His voice is so goddamn sweet Richie wants to sob all over again.

So he tells him everything--well, rather, a condensed version of everything. He tells him he had friends as a kid back in Maine, really close friends, and they met up again after drifting apart, and he tells him that he saw his best friend in the world die right in front of his eyes. He’s careful with his words, but something tells him that even if he did explain all the clown shit, Seth would listen and comfort him all the same, even if he was confused by it. “I feel so bad for dumping this shit on you, dude,” Richie says, fighting back the tears that he’s finally managed to quell. “It’s just--”

“Shh, hey, it’s okay,” Seth assures him, “I can’t fucking imagine. I’m so sorry. I know that sounds really lame, to say I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t really fix anything.”

“It’s okay. I haven’t--no one really knows. I mean, my friends know, they were there, too, but...God, it’s so fucking complicated.” He lays his head back down on his pillow and exhales a shaky sigh, feeling mostly back down to earth. “I guess I just. I picked up my phone and dialed you because I needed to know everything was...you were okay and I wasn’t still in that fucking dream.”

“I get it. You don’t have to worry about that. You know I keep crazy hours anyway.” They manage to get a chuckle out of that. “I hope this doesn’t sound insensitive, but I’m glad you were with him in his final moments, I’m sure he was very glad to have you there.”

Richie swallows the baseball-sized lump in his throat. “God, I sure fucking hope so. He was…” he stops himself. He hadn’t told the other Losers what he wanted to say about Eddie and how he felt about him, but he was certain they knew. Seth is completely detached from this whole situation, but maybe putting out what he’s been harboring in his chest for so long will take some weight off it. “He was the first person I really fell in love with.”

“Oh, Rich.” Seth’s voice is soft and sad. 

“I know that’s a lot to tell you, and like, I haven’t even really told you, or anyone that I’m gay, but I guess here it is, this is so damn...ungraceful,” he rambles with a shaky little laugh, “But I guess I’m not really graceful anyway.”

“It’s okay. You know it doesn’t bother me at all, right? God, I sound like--every straight dude in the world right now. I’m totally cool with gays!”

“Well, maybe a little,” Richie says, unable to not give him a little shit, and he’s happy to hear Seth laugh on the other end. “But thanks. I’m glad you were the first person I told.”

“Well, when I tell you about the dudes I hooked up with in college, I know you’ll be chill about it, too.” Seth says, then adds, “Oh, guess I just did.”

“You what? Seth middle-name Meyers.”

“It’s Adam.” 

“Not the point. You what?”

“Dude, haven’t I told you like a million times about my crush on James Spader? Do you know how many times I’ve watched Pretty in Pink? Too many times. That’s not even the best Hughes film.”

“I thought that was like--a joke! You always said you wanted to grow your hair out like that!” He’s smiling against the phone, really truly grinning at this whole mutual coming out situation, and he’s so happy to be smiling again.

“Well, yeah, I do, but also, like, he was hot, okay? Him being bald now is the greatest tragedy of my life.” Seth says, laughing even more. 

“You know, I haven’t gone bald yet. I’ve got plenty of hair. It’s unwashed right now, but feel free to run your hands through it. We can roleplay. I’ll be...fuck, what was his name? The Pretty in Pink guy?” Richie hasn’t seen that movie since it came out. 

Seth answers very quickly. “Steff.”

“That’s it! I’ll be Steff, and you can be...Andie! That’s her name.” 

“Steff wasn’t the love interest, though, remember? He was the love interest’s asshole friend.”

Richie hums. “I’m kind of an asshole. Not as pretty of an asshole as Spader, though.”

“I think you’re perfectly pretty.”

“Thanks,” he smiles again. His stomach knots itself up, then un-knots. Seth Meyers, the man who’s all blue eyes, New Hampshire, and salt-and-pepper hair is calling him pretty. What a world.

After he hangs up and manages to catch a few hours of sleep, he’s not surprised when he gets a call from Seth a few days later asking if he wants to grab a drink, and there’s a different tone to his voice. He can’t quite place it, but it almost sounds nervous, like he doesn’t want to screw this up. He doesn’t screw anything up, though, and when they make their way back to Seth’s apartment, pleasantly buzzed, and end up on his couch, lips on lips, Richie isn’t really surprised, either. He smiles into each one.

--

They seem to divide their time in between either apartment, not quite ready to have the “hey, let’s move in together” conversation. It’s only been a few months, and they’re taking their time. Richie’s never let himself take his time before.

Most nights, they’re tangled up in whatever bed they’ve fallen into--tonight, it’s Seth’s, and Richie has managed to get him home at a reasonable time, around midnight, even though the show filmed several hours before. (“The news and the president don’t stop,” Seth has explained to him before, “But God, I wish they would.”) He’s running his fingers through Seth’s hair, which is surprisingly soft once all the product is washed out. Richie never gets tired of touching it. “You’re halfway to Spader, I think.”

“Yeah? I’ll see if makeup and wardrobe approve of me growing it out any longer, or if they’ll force me to cut it.” Seth sounds sleepy, but even in the dark Richie can tell he’s smiling.

“I’d like it,” he says, and presses a kiss to the line of Seth’s jaw. “Isn’t that enough?”

“For me? More than enough.” Seth brings him in for a proper kiss, long and deep and warm, hands wandering and stroking skin, unhurried and sweet. 

When they pull apart, it comes tumbling out, as things seem to do. “I love you.” It’s the first time Richie has said it. He’s known it, without a shadow of a doubt, for a while now. And he thinks Seth knew it, too, even if it went unsaid. He understood that Richie was working up to this sort of thing, to opening himself up and allowing himself to cry and feel and say things like that. Like I love you. And now it’s come out, like it was always bound to, and Richie feels Seth smile against his temple.

“I love you, too.”

“More than James Spader?”

Seth laughs. “Much more.” He pulls him in for another kiss, and they say “I love you” many more times that night, and almost every night afterward.

#my writing #thank you so much for this prompt! i went a little wild #i kind of woobified richie a bit but what i can i say i love to project #and the james spader thing is the result of seth always talking abt him in monologues and ACNs #he wants to 'grow his hair out that long' #but he needs that 'spader confidence' #lmao #Anonymous

[moowcowlol]

Never Again (HitsuHinaGiftExchange)

A/N: Hello!! Unfortunately you can't submit something with a sideblog, so I'm using my main FE blog to give you your HitsuHinaWeek gift instead! It's still mowcowlol, just with my main haha 

I really hope you enjoy it!! Warning, there is a image there that can be kinda disturbing (near the end) and there is swearing (not much though!!). Inspired by rays-of-fire-and-ice’s own fic on this theme. I’m a sucker for this kind of thing haha

Edit: @ljusalfheim-queen, since you haven’t posted this I’m really worried it hasn’t gone through! Or that you didn’t like it and didn’t want to post it, which is fine! If that’s the case please tell me what you’d prefer instead, I’ll try my best to do (:

Disclaimer: I do no own Bleach. Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.

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A Scene That Should Have Happened

It was hard to choose whether to heal Captain Soi Fon or Mareyo first. Soi Fon's wounds were horrendous, but the little girl wasn't very strong at all. It broke Momo's heart but she chose to heal Soi Fon first. The captain's naturally high spiritual pressure made it to where her own natural healing was hastened by Momo's kaido, whereas Mareyo would have to solely rely on the healing technique. The captain was now on her feet, not in perfect condition but far away from death, watching for any nearby enemies as Momo was nearly finished closing the little girl's gaping wound, with Omaeda closely watching.

Momo looked up at the much larger man, seeing the clear fear in his eyes for his little sister's health. "I'm almost finished," she told him, "so please don't wor-"

"Move!" Soi Fon suddenly said, flying towards the two other young women and pushing them harshly back. In the blur of movement Momo could see that Omaeda reacted fast enough to avoid whatever was about to land on them.

Momo coughed, the sudden jerk taking her off guard. She looked down at Mareyo, but with her wound nearly completely healed the girl was merely shook.

Before anyone could say a word another force landed at the same spot, causing a cloud of smoke to rise. Momo could hear to clang of steel against steel within the smoke. She pulled out Tobiume in response, and she saw Soi Fon and Omaeda pull out their weapons as well.

"Omaeda!" Momo called out. "Take Mareyo and get somewhere safe!"

"B-But I can't leave my captain!" he protested, though he didn't sound convincing. She knew he desperately wanted his sister anywhere but here now.

"Just do it!" Soi Fon snapped. "Make yourself useful and find Isane while you're at it!"

Omaeda jumped at the harshness of his captain's tone but quickly recovered. "Yes, ma'am!" he replied, fast-stepping to Mareyo and gently picking her up before vanishing in another flash. Once they left Momo turned her attention back to the now visible figures in front of her.

And her felt her eyes widen with shock.

In front of her were Captain Kurotsuchi, engaged in a sword-lock with a young man with white hair in Quincy clothing. His brown-red skin threw her off, but focusing in on the sword in his hands made her realize who this was.

"What the hell...?" Momo heard Soi Fon mutter under her breath. She recognized the young man as well. "Captain Hitsugaya what the hell are you doing?!"

The shouting made Captain Kurotsuchi turn his head in their direction. His face broke out in a smile, yellow teeth visible from any distance. "Ahh, I had thought I had felt a familiar reiatsu nearby." he said, his voice filled with his trademark enthusiasm. He pushed the younger captain off of his sword, preparing himself for another lock. "Although, I see no point in having Captain Soi Fon here as well. I only need Lieutenant Hinamori."

Another cloud of smoke erupted from behind Hitsugaya as he pushed himself at the captain at breakneck speed. His attack was blocked, though he did cause the older man to skid back some says. "Hmmm," was his response.

"Toshiro!" Momo cried out. "Stop, please!"

"He isn't gonna listen to youuu~" a voice sang from behind Momo.

The lieutenant jumped away from the voice as Soi Fon leapt in the air and tried to spin-kick the new arrival. The young woman, also wearing Quincy clothing with black hair styled strangely like antennae, evaded the strike to her head and reappeared some way away. The women watched as the Quincy laughed.

"Lil' Shiro is so cuuute!~" she squeed, jumping up and down like a child reacting to a puppy. "Of course His Majesty wants me to make as many zombies as I can, but this one is my favorite Soul Reaper by far! Until my Lil' Bambi is back in commission he might even be my favorite ever!"

Momo's focus faded away for a moment. Vaguely she could hear Soi Fon muttering to herself about what the hell the Quincy girl meant about zombies, but her head was filled with a growing anger.

"Lil' Shiro...?"

Before she could linger much longer she felt a shake to her shoulder. She came back to her senses to Soi Fon's angry face. "Focus, Lieutenant!" she shouted. Momo watched as the female captain turned to Captain Kurotsuchi. "You! Do you have any idea what that Quincy is talking about?!"

"I would think even an imbecile could see what is happening," was the grunted response as he block off the flurry of quick blows coming from the young white haired man." But I guess I must explain everything even while I'm otherwise preoccupied!" the last word was punctuated with an unexpected Sho spell, powerful enough to blow Toshiro away and grant the captain some distance. 

"The Quincy you see over there, a Giselle woman," the Quincy in question waved her arm frantically upon her introduction, "has a peculiar ability to control those whom become covered in her blood. It appears she has managed to worm her way over to our precious little captain whilst he was unconscious. The result is what you see now."

Momo looked over to her friend, horrified by the Captain's words. She saw his eyes, lifeless, without their usual shine.

"That's right!~" Giselle cheered. 'But it sure took a lot to get him. It's so annoying when I have to do that, but I'd do it anytime for my Lil' Shiro!"

Momo clenched her fists and took a deep breath.

"I do wonder, however," the scientist said, rubbing his chin, "just how far such control goes for your zombies."

"Ehh?" Giselle put her hands on her hips. "What in the world do you mean, clown face?! You saw him stab that baldly and pretty boy right good, kicked their butts nice and raw! How can you question my ability after that?"

Momo tensed up at the image of Toshiro fighting Ikkaku and Yumichika and out of the corner of her eye she could swear she saw Soi Fon's widen, but before either could react Captain Krutsuchi answered, "Oh yes, indeed I did. But I also know that while they may have been together on a mission or two they could hardly be called even acquaintances, let alone close. But..."

To Momo horror he turned his head, looking her right in her eyes.

"... the same can't be said for all of us here."

"Captain Kurotsuchi, what the hell do you think you're saying?!" Soi Fon screamed, the implication of the fellow captain's words enraging her. "Now isn't the time for your sick experiments!"

"Hush, you!" he snapped back. "Your simple mind may not comprehend the necessities of the situation, but that doesn't mean you must drag us all down with you!"

Momo shook where she stood, fear gripping her tightly. In the midst of the captains arguing and the unfocused state of her own mind, none of them noticed the Quincy suddenly vanish.

Until

"You mean this one right?~" Momo heard from behind her once more a sing-song voice, before she felt a hard push blast her towards where Captain Kurotsuchi and Toshiro stand.

She landed on her side with a yelp, face hitting the dirt. She looked up and saw those lifeless eyes look down on her.

"Kill her~" Momo heard from a distance. Vaguely she heard a clash behind her. If she focused she could have heard Soi Fon threaten Captain Kurotsuchi. But she was only focused on one thing.

Toshiro.

And how he didn't move an inch.

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He looked down on her.

Saw the blood come out of her mouth.

Saw her dull eyes looking but not seeing the wall.

Saw her still body.

The images flash through his mind, across his eyes, assault his senses.

He couldn't move.

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She slowly stood up from the ground, Tobiume still tight in her grip. She kept her eye on her friend, watching for any sudden movement, for any sign that he was readying an attack. So close, she knew she stood no chance, but she would give the best fight she could offer if she needed.

The only movement Toshiro showed, however, was a deadlock stare into her own eyes. They followed her intently, not even twitching. It unnerved her, but something told Momo that this was odd. A small part wished this was good. 

"Heeey~" she heard Giselle say, something like a threat hiding beneath her playful tone. "Come on now, no need to be slow about it~ Kill her."

Momo, watching for any movement on Toshiro part, for any indication of an incoming blow, knows she heard a quiet, barely audible grunt come from her friend. He shook, almost inconceivably so, but it nonetheless made Momo tense up in preparation.

But he still didn't make a move.

A thought came to her. It was stupid, and would almost certainly get her killed, but she thought to try it anyway. She slowly, deliberately, resealed Tobiume out of its Shikai state and into its sheathe. Behind her she could hear the cooing of Captain Kurotsuchi in approval under Soi Fon's shout that she re-arm herself.

"Shiro-"

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"...why?"

Why. Why, Why.

He heard her whimper the question in his arms.

Felt her blood creep on his clothes, his hands, felt it on his face.

Saw the gaping wound in her chest. Saw his sword covered in blood.

He trembled.

Why?

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"KILL HER!"

Momo jumped, and instinctively looked back. Giselle has lost all pretense of being happy, and a look of pure hatred overcame her features.

"SHE'S NOT EVEN LOOKING AT YOU NOW!" she screeched, running her hair through her hands and pulling out of pure rage. Momo could feel the Quincy’s reiatsu build up in response to her anger. "KILL HER! KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER!"

"Khaa... aaahhh..." she heard come from Toshiro.

She saw Soi Fon's look of horror and Captain Kurotsuchi's look of intrigue. She turned back to her friend slowly, feeling fear rise up her chest and pile up in her throat. 

And nearly screamed.

Toshiro's mouth was agape, croaking out inhumane sounds of horrendous pain. The bones in his hands were nearly poking out of his skin at the strength of his grip on Hyorinmaru. His new dark skin tone couldn't hide the darker blood visibly pulsing under disgustingly bulging veins. His eyes were almost white as their color were nearly completely rolled back into his skull.

But...

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Never again. 

Him looking down on her unmoving form.

Never again. 

Seeing her blood paint the ground.

Never again.

Looking into her dead eyes.

Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again.

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... he didn't move.

"It appears your control isn't so absolute after all, Miss Gewelle," she heard Kurotsuchi mock from behind her. She didn't dare look away from Toshiro, as much as every part of her wanted to, wanted to wash the image before her out of any existence.

She could feel the Quincy's reiatsu spike even higher in response to the insult, but the words uttered afterwards were as calm as a still lake.

"Toshiro. Ignore her. Kill the other two captains."

Toshiro screamed as he pushed off into the air, sending a shockwave that nearly pushed Momo away. From the air she could hear him screech out, barely comprehensible.

"BANKAI! DAIGUREN HYORINMARU!"

The temperature dropped through the ground, clouds gathering and winds snapping in answer to Toshiro's power. She raised her own reiatsu as she re-entered Shikai, warming herself so that she could better move in the suddenly arctic cold.

She felt someone behind her and barely flash-stepped out of the way of a punch to her head. She turned and skidded on the quickly-turning-slippery ground and faced her assailant.

Giselle stood there, bending over from her punch. From behind the Quincy she saw her friend, respected Captain of the Gotei 13, hunched over on all fours, wings aggressively flapping and icy tail flinging itself back and forth uncontrollably, screaming at his opponents like some mutated animal.

The view was blocked as Giselle straightened up and looked Momo in the eye. Her eyes were glowing from the reiatsu she was letting spill out of her. Momo saw the giant clouds of breath escape her mouth as she panted heavily in anger.

"You," she growled, "are breaking my favorite zombie."

Momo gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on Tobiume.

"You... you you YOU," the Quincy repeated over and over though her teeth. "I'll kill you myself. I don't want to lose out on the release of seeing you dead at my feet. Then," she smiled, her face stretching disgustingly, "then my Lil' Shiro will do what I want."

In that moment she no longer felt cold. Instead there was a white-hot burning in every part of her body. She locked eyes with the monster in front of her.

"I'm not dying here." she stated. It is a fact. "Not after Hitsugaya fought you off. I won't insult him like that." She raised her blade. "Your horrible power... it won't have any effect on me."

Giselle laughed, throwing her head back. "Ohhh, is that right~? And why would that be, bitch~?"

Momo gripped Tobiume with both hands. She lit the sword ablaze, fire erupting from the hilt and burning brightly.

"Because... when I'm done with you, there won't be a drop of blood out of you body." 

She felt her own blood rushing through her veins, anger pulsating throughout her entire being, rising out of her throat and killing the fear she had as she screamed out, as loud as her tormented friend.

"I'll burn you, until there's nothing of you left! SNAP, TOBIUME!"

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And there it is! I really hope this is to your liking!! I hope you enjoyed HitsuHinaWeek 2018, because I know I have haha

Edit: Happy New Year!! May new HitsuHina content bless you and all in the fandom :D

#Toshiro Hitsugaya #Momo Hinamori #HitsuHina #HitsuHinaWeek #HitsuHinaWeek2018 #ijusalfheim-queen #and really if it's not to your liking please tell me!! #i'll be sad but i really won't mind doing something else! #no read more since this is a gift haha

[thinkyoureholy]

Blood Lust [8]

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[Warning : I feel like this chapter might trigger some people so as a warning I'm letting y'all know right now. There's some self inflicted injuries in this chapter along with a main character being in a depressive state. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with these kinds of things]

Pairing : Oh Sehun / Reader

Genre : Angst, Fluff, Suggestive Language, Vampire! AU

Words : 2.4k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14. Pt 15.

-Y/N’s P.O.V; A Week Later-

I looked down at my hands, watching as my claws elongated and retracted back in on command. I left them elongated as I stared at the claws with a blank face, my eyes unfocused. I reached out to take one of the claws between my fingers, suddenly starting to pull them off my fingers. My face stayed blank, numb to the pain as I yanked it off, watching the blood drip down to the floor. I stared in curiosity as the wound closed, the nail regrowing as if nothing even happened. The only thing that let me know that I had even bled in the first place was the stain the blood left on my fingers. Something in me still couldn’t believe that I was...well whatever Sehun turned me into so...I started pulling out the rest of my claws on both hands. My mind was in a haze as I pulled at them slowly, not even noticing how many times the nails grew back and elongated into claws every time. I didn’t stop until I felt a hand grab at my wrist tightly.

I looked up to see that the hand belonged to Sehun, his eyes shining with worry. I could see his lips moving but why couldn’t I hear him? I mean I have these new and improved ears how come I couldn’t hear him? I frowned at that, closing my eyes before shaking my head. I pulled my wrist out of his grip, bringing my hand up to my ear before snapping my fingers. I snapped my fingers multiple times until finally I heard it, causing me to wince at how loud the sound was. I brought my hand back down to rest on my lap, staring at my blood stained fingers.

“What have I done to you?” I heard Sehun say quietly, his voice breaking.

I looked up at him to see that he wasn’t staring at me, but at the pile of pulled out claws and dried blood on the floor. I reached out and picked one up, rolling it in between my fingers before letting it rest on my palm.

“Fascinating isn’t it? No matter how many times I pulled them out...they just kept growing back, like a starfish when it loses a limb and grows it right back.” I said, my voice sounding as if it weren’t even mine, “I wonder what would happen if I lost a finger, a toe, an arm, a leg...maybe even my heart. Humans die if their heart is damaged in anyway...is it the same for you vampires too?”

Sehun said nothing as he listened to me ramble, a deep frown on his face. I let out a dry chuckle at my last sentence, looking down at my hands as I made my claws come back out.

“I guess I shouldn’t say it like that, huh? I’m like you now.” I said as I looked back up at him.

I was shocked to see the tears in his eyes, one stray tear cascading down his face. I frowned as I followed its trail down his cheek, reaching out to stop it and wipe it away. At feeling my finger on his face Sehun simply smiled sadly, more tears falling. I frowned deeper, moving to catch the new ones that fell.

“I’m...so sorry...I-I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was saving you. But what was the point if you’re not even you anymore.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I looked down at hearing that, letting my hands fall to my lap once again, letting his words sink in. He was right. I didn’t even know who I was anymore. This hunger was eating me alive but I refused to feed on human blood because I know that once I do I’ll lose the small part of me I locked up in the small recesses of my mind. Even though it might seem like I’ve come to terms with what I’ve become...I really haven’t. I hated every inch of my being. I hated what I’ve been turned into and I hated the fact that there’s nothing I could do about it even more. There was no cure, no way to turn me back into a human. Some could argue that I should be thanking Sehun for saving my life but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. That would be me accepting what I am and why would I ever want to accept being something I’ve despised for my entire life?

I turned my hands over in my lap, staring at my palms as silence settled over us. I sighed heavily before looking up at him to see him already staring at me, the tears still in his eyes.

“My throat hurts…” I said softly, changing the subject.

“It’s because you haven’t fed since I changed you…” He said softly, the frown still on his face, reaching out to brush my hair behind my ear.

“I’m not drinking from anybody…”

He smiled softly at that, nodding, “I know. I can’t believe it took me so long to remember.”

He pulled out a blood bag, shaking his head as he saw me already start to protest.

“A long time ago hundreds of vampires used to feed on animals but with humans being made so readily available to us now this method has all but been forgotten. Typically they would only feed on animals when they couldn’t get to a human but there were a select few that were like you. They refused to hurt a human, no matter how much they needed to feed.”

I took the bag from his hands, noticing that the blood was still warm, “Its fresh…”

“It’s better fresh. If you let it sit out for too long the more the taste becomes unbearable. It doesn’t taste that great to begin with but...it’ll keep you alive. This is from a grizzly I saw out back, considering the fact that you’re practically starving you’ll be able to down this and the other bags in no time,” He explained, pausing before continuing, “I’ll go out to hunt for you every few days so don’t worry about running out and getting hungry again.”

And with that he got up, heading towards the door. I looked down at the bag in my hand, suddenly feeling tears start to gather in my eyes. I let a small smile grace my face for the first time in what felt like forever. With this it felt like I didn’t have to throw my old self away completely. I’d still be able to hold onto some part of my humanity. Humans ate meat all the time, I would just be getting my nutrients from the blood instead of the meat.

“Thank you…” I let out, my voice breaking with the unshed tears.

Sehun froze at the door, his hand clutching the door knob in his hand tightly. He said nothing as he opened the door and left, leaving me when this new found hope in my hands.

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-Sehun’s P.O.V-

I plopped down onto the chair, rubbing my hands over my face roughly. I could hear Chanyeol sigh from his seat, knowing there was nothing he could say that would make me feel better. She looked...so dead on the inside. The fiery spark that once glowed in her eyes has disappeared completely, all because I couldn’t let her go.

“Sehun...I know this might not be a good time to bring this up but…” Chanyeol started before pausing, probably thinking of how to approach the subject, “We need to talk about her eyes.”

“What about them?”

“Well for starters they’re blue when they’re supposed to be I don’t know, this color.” He shot back, pointing at his own crimson red eyes.

“It's probably-”

“Sehun stop making bullshit excuses. In the long ass time that I’ve been alive I’ve never seen another vampire with her eyes. The only ones that have different eyes than the rest of us are you purebloods...and you and your father are the only ones left, even then your eyes aren’t blue. So what the hell does that make her?”

I said nothing, knowing that he had every right to freak out. Truth be told I was freaking out as well. I’ve never seen any one that had those glowing blue eyes of hers when she shifts...I had only heard stories. As a child my mother would tell me stories about these all powerful vampires that lived up north with glowing blue eyes. They were the most powerful of our kind. Not only were they purebloods but legend has it the leader of their clan was actually the first  vampire that ever existed. Somehow, somewhere along the bloodlines their blood was still able to coexist with human blood inside their own bodies. The other purebloods and other vampires that had been turned all had their blood running cold through their veins. But not these vampires, their blood was warm like a human’s, they even smelled like humans. Their eyes were not only that bright blue color because of their blood but I heard the place they lived in contributed to it as well. They ruled over the rest of us, that is until they suddenly disappeared. Some believed they went into hiding, others believed they mated with humans more often than they did their own kind causing their vampiric genes to become dormant and others simply forgot they existed in the first place.

Now that I think back on it, Y/N could be one of their last human descendants. When I changed her that could’ve awakened her dormant genes. This was the only logical explanation there was as to why her eyes were blue. No matter how else I looked at it I always came back to this same conclusion. If I was right and there was a slim chance that I was wrong, Y/N could be the strongest vampire that’s ever existed for the past millennia.

“Sehun!” Chanyeol shouted, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I shook my head and looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. Chanyeol simply sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.

“What?”

“Tell me what you’re thinking. Don’t leave me in the dark.”

I contemplated telling him, thinking if it was even worth mentioning. Chanyeol was the only other vampire I trusted so it couldn’t hurt to let him in on what was going on in my head.

“Have you ever heard about the Knights?”

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I walked down the hallways with my hands behind my back, thinking about everything I told Chanyeol weeks ago. He laughed in my face at first but when I started pulling out the facts he started to believe me, especially when the explanation I gave him was the only one that made sense. I had thoughts running rampant of how to protect her from the others. Surely if they caught wind of who and what she was there would be some that would be out to kill her. She’s stronger than any of them ever will be and to them she was a threat, one that needed to be eradicated as soon as possible.

I stopped in my tracks at seeing something outside that caught my eye. It was Y/N out in the gardens. Ever since I had been giving her that animal blood to feed on she’s slowly becoming herself again. Slowly but surely she started coming out of her room; walking the corridors, exploring the library, watching tv in the foyer, helping the humans out with their chores, but this is the first time she’s actually gone outside. She was sitting out in the garden, crouched down as she looked down at something in front of her. I was shocked to see her with a rabbit sitting in front of her, most of the time rabbits tend to run away from us but this one was perfectly content on just sitting in front of her. But that wasn’t the only thing that shocked me, what shocked me was the look on her face. She looked so happy. Her eyes were shining and the smile on her face, I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen her smile that wide before.

Before I knew it my feet were carrying me over to her, the sound of the back door opening catching the rabbit and her attention. She turned to me while the rabbit dashed off as soon as it saw me.

“You scared it away.” She said with a glare.

I smiled softly, walking over to her, “Sorry….do you mind if I join you.”

She simply looked out towards the garden before speaking, “It doesn’t really matter if I do does it? You’re just gonna do whatever you want anyway.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I sat next to her, finally feeling like I had the old Y/N back. We sat in silence for awhile, Y/N looking out into the garden while I shamelessly stared at her. I couldn’t help myself, it’s been so long since I’ve been able to just enjoy somebody else’s company. Even back at my own home I was always on edge, passing the time by pushing every last one of her buttons. Now everything seemed blissful, a feeling I haven’t felt since Mijin.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She said under her breath, keeping her eyes on the flowers in front of her.

“A picture can never compare to the real thing.” I said, a smile playing at my lips at seeing a blush rise to her cheeks.

Suddenly her face changed, a type of seriousness washing over her, “Why’d you save me…?”

I sighed heavily, looking out into the garden before returning my gaze to her, “Because believe it or not you mean more to me than you think. And I...I couldn’t save her but I had the chance to save you so I took it. I-”

“I’m not her, whoever you’re trying to compare me to. I’ll never be her so I don’t know why you even bothered.”

I smiled sadly at hearing her say that, looking down at my lap, “She was the whole reason why I loved humanity so much...but in the end it was because of her that I came to hate them so much.”

I could see her from the corner of my eye, looking at me in confusion, wondering why I suddenly changed the subject. But before I could dive into the subject any further we were interrupted by Chanyeol running out of the house.

“He found us, Sehun. Your father….he’s here.”

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[yanjunmyworld]

When This Story Ends

Pairing: Yanjun x OC

Gif: linyanjun8

Genre: fluff, supernatural

A/N: i was inspired after watching the 2018 little mermaid movie. Its such a good new take on the story if you havent seen it you should check it out! I hope you like this story! Dont forget to leave some feedback ^^.

The bustling crowds paraded through the old market of Tianzifang, looking for whatever unique presents they could take home to their lovers and families. Little did anyone know that down one of the alleyways laid hidden the famous Iqyi dance studio. Famous for its rigourous training and producing only the most dedicated of dancers. The class consisted oh 9 boys and 2 girls; which is where we find our lead male.

The harsh beats pounded through the speakers, as the young taiwanese boy practiced last weeks choreography. Yanjun always made sure to arrive atleast 20 minutes early to recap every piece they learnt. He worked hard to get into this academy and wasn't going to waste a single second of it. He always knew he wanted to perform and share his passion with the world. To hopefully inspire others to follow their dreams like him someday and this was going to be his first stepping stone. Despite this being the main reason for his early arrival, there was another situation which also made his early practices seem the best possible solution. Y/N was the only other person to always be early to class. She was the object of his desires. He loved to watch as her body so effortlessly and gracefully balanced out the moves she was performing. How she would get the cutest of smiles whilst dancing, revealing her two faint hidden dimples. Y/N and yanjun had always had a good chemistry together. They were always eachothers partners and constantly flirting with bad pick up lines. So much so, that the others always tried to set up ways to make them kiss or something to move their relationship along. However for the past 6 months no matter how much they flirted, she would always denie his request for a date and have a different excuse prepared. This frustrated the young male. He has always been a smooth talker and never void of a womans attention but no one compared to her. She was his perfect match and he would do anything to try and make her see just how much he cared for her.

One day, another class mate Zhengting suggested he follow the girl after class to see where she goes. That way he wouldn't have to listen to Yanjuns conspiracy theories anymore. So thats exactly what he did. He followed her to Shanghai rail station onto the express train for Jinshan. He stood in the carriage next to hers leaving just enough space for him to see her and still be hidden. To conceal his identity even more he put on a black snap back and face mask. As he adjusted the brace straps and smoothed down his white shirt. He watched as she smiled looking down at her phone, her bright sparkling doe eyes lighting up as she tries to follow along to the choreography shes watching. Cute he thinks. He recalled her mentioning something about living in Jinshan, when it dawned on him that she was most likely going home. Great. Now I'm gonna look like those weird creepy stalkers thanks to Zhengting. if she catches me, I'm done for. He thought.

50 minutes later they arrived at the small seaside town. Various market stalls lined up against the seashore, selling a variety of meat and fish as well as grills to cook them on. The town wasn't particularly busy, most likely due to the autumn weather settling in.

He followed her down the sandy beach as she gazed at the rippling turquoise water. Her lighting up,exactlt the same as when she was dancing. As he followed her, he noticed them arriving at a smaller more secluded part of the beach, with a small alcove to the side. He watched as she dug up a small seashell box and placed her phone, money and travel card inside; before re-burying it. What a strange thing to do. He thought. However things kept getting stranger. He noticed the female starting to strip off her clothes which brought a light pink blush to his face. No matter how much his brain was telling him to look, he adverted his eyes out of the respect he had for her. It was only once he heard a splash that he looked back to find her gone. He couldnt even see any ripples in the water. How could she just dissappear. That's when his thoughts kicked into overdrive. His first instinct was that she was drowning and so he quickly stripped off and rushed into the water to look for her. Once again finding no sign of life anywhere. That was until he heard a faint melodical voice and a light splashing. He started to walk as quietly as he could further into the ocean not caring that the water was now up to his hips.

Thats when he saw it. A aquamarine tail gently bobbing up and down against the current; as a young girl perched her elbows up on a rock. The more he stared the more he knew he recgonised that small face and bright brown eyes all too well. It was Y/N but with a tail. The young taiwanese male rubbed his eyes causing them to sting slightly from the sea water to make sure he wasnt seeing things. His mind couldn't comprehend what he was seeing to be true. Mermaids aren't real. He thought. He watched as she sorrowfully sang to herself as if the whole weight of the world was on her shoulders. Which was a 180 degree change from the happy go lucky gurl he knew.

"It's so enchanting,I'm trapped and drowning here for everyone to see.

They didn't notice.

How far away i am from everyone and everything.

Silly to have gambled with my heart out on the line

I guess thats just the way it goes. But I'm holding on

I know a day will come when i can be myself again.

And i hope someone will love me.

When this story ends."

Without thinking Yanjun rushed forward screaming out.

"Y/N"

He body jumped fro. the startle of his voice and as her eyes locked with his, they opened wide before she quickly dive into the ocean and swam away.

Since that day y/n had stopped comming to class. Naturally all the boys teased him saying he scared her off with his stalker antics. Which was sort of true but if only they knew. After a full week of absences Yanjun couldn't take it anymore. Everyday his head ran with thoughts and theories and how much he missed her; how he needed answers and he needed them now. Otherwise he would believe he really had gone insane. He decided from that point to go to the beach every single day in hopes of catching her once again. Atlas every day ended up in failure. On the 7th day, just as Yanjun was about to go home, he had the strongest urge to stay until nightfall. So he waited aimlessly staring at the ocean hoping for even a glimpse of her.

Finally he saw a glint of her aquamarine tail again. He made his way out into the ocean to see her perched up on the same rock as before. He stealthily made his way around another rock so he was close enough but still hidden in order to not scare her again.

"Y/N! please don't run away, i just want to talk... I'll even stay hidden so you don't have to see me." He pleaded.

"You do realise i know you have been there the whole time right." She sighed.

"What! I thought i was being an ultimate ninja."

He peered his face out from behind the rock only to discover no sight of her again. That was until he felt a splash of water trickling down his back, followed by a faint giggle.

"No,this is called being a ninja."

How he had missed her laughter. He turned around to look at her and studied every detail. How her long black wet hair shone under the moonlight. How she flashed the soft dimple smile towards him, earning his dimpled smile in return.

"I missed you y/n. Why don't you come to class anymore? Why did you run away? How are you a mermaid? I mean not that your not a hot mermaid but i always thought they were fairytales." He rambled on.

"Slow down Yanjun. I suppose i should answer every question, seeing as you havent left this entire week."

"You knew?"

"Yep"

"So you was just torturing me!" He laughed.

"Yes and no... I...I was scared"

Her voice trailed off as she sat herself uppn the rock bobbing her tail up and down and gestured for Yanjun to sit beside her. So he wouldn't catch a cold.

"I haven't been comming because i was scared what you thought of me. Scared that you had told everyone and that they would outcast me... i haven't exactly had the best luck with humans who found out."

"You don't know how insane I've been going without you! I even have to partner up with Justin and you know how unfocused he is!!! If i told people, they would assume I'm crazy." He laughed

"You might just be crazy Junnie."

She laughed poking his cheek. Yanjun then wrapoed his arms around her and pulled her down into his chest; gently stroking her damp hair and placing a soft kiss upon her head. Resulting in a small pink blush appearing on her cheeks.

"I would never hurt you y/n... you're too important to me."

"Don't you find this weird or disgusting?" She pointed to her tail.

"Nothing about you could ever be disgusting." He smiled.

She the wrapped her own arms around his waist, smiling as she listened to the soft beating of his heart. This was a new experiance for y/n and she was loving every bit of it.

"Tell me everything y/n...please." He pouted as he continued stroking her hair.

"Well...I've always been a mermaid. But one day i saw a group called Nex7 performing on the beach and i was so captivated by their dance style. I had always wanted to dance. The way human bodies could move like that on two legs was beautiful to me. Especially when i could see couples dancing together. There were so many wonders to the human realm that i wanted to be like you people... we have a legend in our species. That a mermaid princess made a deal to become a human for the sake of her love and if she failed she would return to being a mermaid forever. No one knows the ending of the story, so i went to our king and begged for my own chance. The king hates humans...but he's not heartless so we made a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

Yanjun's voice was very concerned by this point. What had she gotten herself into. Was it dangerous? Was the king actually evil? Is he gonna have to run a boat through somebody like in the disney movie? The possabilities were endless.

"I have 1 year... to pursue my dreams of dancing and finding love but i can only be on land for 4 hours before turning back... should I fail or fall for someone who is not my true love... i will be forced to remain a mermaid forever and never have the chance to become human again..." Her voice trailed off.

"So that's why you can't go on a date with me."

"It's not that i don't want too... but i physically can't."

"How long has it been?"

"11 months... my time is running out"

she sighed before diving into the ocean again, letting the salty water cover up her tears again befire resurfacing.

"How do you know if its true love or not if you dont try y/n."

Yanjuns deep brown eyes gazed into her own with such a pleading look, that she couldn't help but feel sadder. She liked Yanjun she really did, but if he wasn't her true love she couldn't take that risk.

"I dont know... one time a seer told me that we will have a instant connection and he has the blood of the ocean within him."

"Just give me a chance, I've been flirting with you long enough" he laughed. "I promise i won't kiss you or anything and i will come to the beach every day so we can date like this."

He smiled jumping off the rock and taking a hold of her hands.

"One chance y/n. Thats all I'm asking for."

She thought about it hard as she observed the young male. How his height towered over her but wasn't intimidating. That soft look he had in his eyes,whenever he looked at her and how they would sparkle when he was dancing. The way his dimples revealed themselves to her and how esoecially breath taking he was at the moment. With his short black hair a watery mess and small water droplets trickling down his abs. Her time would soon run out and she had to make a choice.

"Well even if you aren't my true love,with such little time it looks like im gonna be a mermaid anyway... so I will give you the chance Lin Yanjun." She smiled.

A small grin appeared on his face as he pulled her into his chest again. The heat between them made the cold nights ocean feel like a pin prick. He kept the promise of comming everyday with her after class so they could have their dates. No matter how many times Yanjun wanted them to skip classes so they could go on a real date, Y/n always denied him. She knew his passion for dancing was just as strong as her own and she couldn't let him waste his time on her. Especially if time did run out she knew her dreams would carry on through him.

They'd have picnics at the beach that Yanjun would spend hours preparing, thanks to Zhangjing teaching him how to cook. They'd slow dance on the sand and she would show him all her favourite spots and hiding places so he could always find her. Yanjun always wanted to steal kisses from her but it took all his energy to stop himself out of respect for their promise. The more time he spent with her the more he fell. The way she would sing him a different song every night. How she would gift him rare seashells or other treasures she'd stumble upon. He marked down every single date so he could remember what they had done and how long they had left. But as time went on he found himself not caring if she stayed a mermaid,he would find a way for them to be together.

Before they knew it,it was their last day together. Luckily it fell on the day of the annual beach festival. Various attractions and market stalls were set up on the beach and he finally convinced y/n to sacrifice their dance class so they could spend their last day properly. They walked up amd down the different stalls, y/n getting more excited each time as she had always wanted to attend one of these events. Yanjun made sure to buy never ending supplies of ice cream and candy floss as they ran up and down the beach playing. Dancing along to the smooth beats of the music playing. Y/n had always wanted to ride a ferris wheel and luckily enough one was there lit up by the multicoloured lights against the night sky.

As they headed towards the que,Yanjun noticed a fortune teller gesturing to him. He sent y/n ahead using the excuse that he needed the bathroom before heading towards the young male. The mysterious man was dressed head to toe in a red and black theme with his short black hair slicked back. He had a innocent smile upon his face as he gestured for Yanjun to sit down.

"I got a strong urge when i saw you to read your future."

"And you are?"

"I'm the great Fan Chengcheng. 100% accuracy, never failed." He giggled. "Now give me your hand."

"Why?"

"So i can read your palm idiot. The cosmic spirits are urging me to do it and if i dont they will never shut up."

Reluctantly Yanjun gave him his hand and the young male started to study it.

"You're a very interesting person, i see great fortune in your future... but theres something unique about your blood and the spirit inside you."

"Go on."

Yanjun made his way quickly back to the queue to discover y/n nearly at the front. She hit him gently for taking his time.

"If you were gonna poop,you could of said. Everyone kept looking at me pitifully like i was a loner."she pouted

"I wasn't! I got distracted by a seller and just about escaped! As long as no one hit on you that's all that matters."

Time passed quickly and they were already at the top of the ferris wheel. Y/N was fascinated by the view and how small the town appeared from the height. Her attention was so distracted it was like Yanjun wasn't even there. So he got up and sat himself next to her, pulling her into his chest again.

"Yanjun!!! I wanna see!"

"Let's just stay like this a bit...please."

Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist listening to his heart beat again.

"I'm going to miss hearing this..." she sighed.

"This heart only beats for you,so without you it's non existant."

"Yanjun..."

"Even if i have to become a merman or something, I'll never leave you and I'll never love another person."

"You cant do that for me.... your hopes and dreams are worth so much more than this fantasy of us and you deserve so much love."

"I would give up my world for you y/n. I love you"

"I...i love you too Yanjun"

He took ahold of her hand and rushed them over to her spot as time was quickly running out. As she jumped into the ocean turning back into a mermaid, he glanced down at his watch. 2 minutes left.

" Yanjun... thank you for everything." She struggled to hold back the tears. "You are truly the most beautiful human I've ever met inside and out. my world has changed for the better because of you. I never thought i could find love, after the way the men in this world treated me. But i realise now, I love nothing more in my life than you."

"I told you from the day we met, that you were my angel that fell from heaven. I meant every word. I love you and only you. I will mever love anyone ever again. I will find a way for us y/n. So never forget me."

"I could never forget you Lin Yanjun."

Just as the last couple of seconds to midnight passed away, she pulled his neck down and placed her soft pink lips against his. Yanjun gently biting her bottom lip begging for for entrance as their tongues greeted eachother passionately and then she was gone.

"DAD WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE WAS GONE!" WHAT SORT OF STORY IS THIS? SEE THIS IS WHY I SAID I DON'T BELIEVE IN MERMAIDS." the eldest boy yelled.

"I haven't finished the story yet son." He laughed.

"I believe daddy!" The youngest smiled gripping her teddy bear tight.

"Do you want to know what the fortune teller told him that day?."

"YES" they both screamed."

“He said you have the blood and spirit of a mermaid inside of you.”

Both kids looked at each other with eyes and mouths wide open.

“THAT MEANS!”

“That means it’s time for bed.” 

A young woman walked into the room, her white dress flowing as she walked towards the two young kids and tucked them both into their beds, placing a soft kiss upon their heads.

“Mum, we want to know the end of the story!” The eldest whined.

“You’ll find out the rest, when this story ends.” 

She sang slightly before giggling and turning on the night light for the children. The young man turned off the lights as he took a hold of his wife’s hand and walked out of their kids room closing the door.

“Yanjun we promised we wouldn’t tell them until they are older!”

“What’s the harm in them thinking it’s a fairytale for now. A beautiful romantic fairytale. It did me no harm!” he stuck out his tongue at her.

“That reminds me. You never told me Cheng Cheng said you have mermaid blood within you. Or that you met that sly Fan Cheng Cheng at all!” 

She crossed her arms over her chest, looking towards him dissapprovingly.

“If I had told you, then our last moment wouldn’t of been as romantic...plus how was i meant to know he was the seer you met in the ocean, he was human!”

He laughed as he placed a kiss upon her lips.

“You ass! I really thought I was going to lose you then and you knew all along. Do you know how much courage it took for me to kiss you!”

“Not as much courage is needed now though.”

He winked and smiled picking her up bridal style carrying her to the bed in their bedroom and placing her gently down upon it. before placing another kiss on her forehead.

“Who would of known my grandfathers stories about a mermaid and a human were true all along.” He laughed

A/N I hope you liked it. The song she sings comes from the sound track of the little mermaid 2018 movie and is called when this story ends! Which is where i got the name of this fic from too haha.  In regards to fated blood i’m taking a short break from it until i can work out properly where things are going with that, but i will have many more smaller fics in between that time.

#lin yanjun imagines #lin yanjun #lin yanjun scenarios #NINE PERCENT #nine percent imagines #nine percent scenario #nine percent yanjun #idol producer imagine #idol producer scenarios #idol producer yanjun #yanjun #mermaid #the little mermaid #idol producer

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Get to Know the Author

I was tagged by @acebelle on my main blog, but since all the writing stuff goes here...:)

1. Is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

 All my “problematic” fics. I wrote some out, but the others are better in my head.

2. What work of yours, if any, are you embarrassed about existing?

I have a First Person POV Self-Insert Narnia fanfic that I wouldn’t want anyone to dig out.

3. What order do you write in? Front of book to back? Chronological? Favourite scenes first? Something else?

Order? Can I eat it? I mostly follow my fancy and inspiration, or sit myself down and go “okay, you write THAT scene”

4. Favourite character you’ve written?

I’m a huge fan of Cat for now.

5. Character you were most surprised to end up writing?

IDK, maybe Eshkan?

6. Something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now?

Nothing I can think off! None of my writing is perfect, but it can still be changed! Maybe the Modern AU of Doom?

7. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

Depends on the person! If I know them well, enthusiastic. But I’m always afraid I’m bothering them, so I grow embarassed pretty soon.

8. Favourite genre to write?

Fantasy and Romance (also Historical when I don’t have to follow History...)

9. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Listen to TV Shows and Movies Soundtracks, walk outside and let my mind wander

10. Write in silence or with background music? Alone or with others?

Silence, and preferably alone. I always feel like if other people are judging me or reading from above my shoulder.

11. What aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

I don’t have a clue! Maybe dialogues?

12. Your weaknesses as an author?

Keeping my style in check so that readers can understand my sentences.

13. Your strengths as an author?

Descriptions?

14. Do you make playlists for your work?

I made one for PS. That’s ironic because there is a lot of music I link to Ijandia! I rather make moodboards those days.

15. Why did you start writing?

I always told myself bedtime stories and fanfic of books and movies when I didn’t know what it was, so I guess at some point I wrote them down?

16. Are there characters that haunt you?

Not really...Even if they weren’t all great, I’m still pleased with them.

17. If you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

Be afraid but do it anyway. And don’t listen to those who say you shouldn’t be doing it.

18. Were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? What were they?

Apparently, ASOIAF. And I’m kinda okay with it (I’m just aiming for less racism and mysogyny in my writing...)

19. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, etc?

My outlining process is a mess, so I make it up as I go, cry whe it doesn’t come together, and yell in glee when it does.

20. Do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

It really depends! And I’m not writing much those days.

21. What do you think when you read over your older work?

“Mmh...okay...that’s not bad...but I wouldn’t use that word, and I wouldn’t say that thing, and I could change that and...ooh, I like that part a lot!”

22. Are there subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

I don’t like gore, nor outright violent narrative. And I’m growing tired of making female characters suffer.

23. Any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

I don’t think so.

24. Have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

I did some research on Italian Renaissance, but I’m FAR from being an expert!!

25. Copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of.

She was married, bound till death did them part to a man she barely knew, and understood even less.

I’ll tag @itslmdee @unfocused-notwriter @eternalkenny @zephfair @chaptersonetoinfinity @greenmountaingirl (I can finally tag you!!!!) @create-and-procrastinate @goldentailedmermaids @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables

#tag #I was tagged #writing #about the author

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The Path to Avengers: Endgame. Part 7 of 21--Iron Man 3

Observations and opinions. Feel free to disagree. I ain’t trying to convince you of nothing.

Pepper is now CEO of Stark Industries. Tony was a jerk in his younger days. The mistakes of one’s youth makes the super-villains of one’s present. This particular villain discovered a cure for dismemberment. Tony has been having portal-induced panic attacks since introducing a portal to a nuclear warhead.

This begins Phase 2 of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Why does Phase 2 start here?  What does this change of phases mean for the average fan? What is a Phase? Let me answer all of those question by saying: This is the beginning of Phase 2.

Now that I think about it, what’s different in Phase 2 is that we have entered the “superheroes do not need to inconvienience their superhero friends when mayhem ensues” era of the MCU. At one point, Happy tells Tony that he wants things to be how they used to be before Tony started hanging out with the superfriends.  Tony could have been helped by hanging out with the superfriends during this movie. Does he not want to bother them? Are they busy? The U.S. president gets kidnapped. Captain America would probably be willing to clear his schedule. Maybe he's too busy catching up on The Twilight Zone and Seinfeld.

Is Iron Man 3 is a Christmas movie? It has Christmas trees and Christmas lights and it has a Christmas music soundtrack. The reasons for this story-wise are nonexistent. But Director Shane Black likes Christmas movie. So there you go. Tony thinks a kid wanting his autograph looks like Ralphie. We learned in the first movie that Peter Billingsley works for Stark Industries. That’s almost interesting.

Speaking of almost interesting things, Jon Favreau, who directed the first two Iron Man movies, did not direct the third. But he did returned to play Happy Hogan. And speaking of Christmas movies and Peter Billingsley, he is in Elf, which is also directed by Jon Favreau. Favreau was hired to direct Iron Man based on the success of Elf. He was seen as a bankable director. The whole Marvel Cinematic Universe is born out of Elf. That sentence may be a stretch, but it’s typed now, so what can you do?

Uh oh. I feel a long paragraph coming on filled with petty complaints. In an attempt to add brevity, I’m going to type this paragraph all in one breath and stop there, no more. [big inhale]  A couple things that drive me crazy about this movie regard the Iron Man suits themselves. Tony implants implants into his arm so the suits know how to align when he summons them to fly onto his body. But he just basically points at Pepper to make the suits fly onto her. How does that work? And Tony, Rhodey, Pepper, President Ellis and that bad guy all wear iron suits at some point. Are these suits one-size-fits-all? I’d like to see all of these people in a lineup. There doesn’t appear to be much elastic around the mid-section of the Mach 42. Also, in the other movies, the big technological breakthrough was not the suits. It was the power source. In this movie, his suits break apart into a bunch of pieces and fly all over everywhere disconnected from their power source which is in Tony’s chest. And for a long stretch of the movie, Tony doesn’t have a suit because it needs to be charged up. Why does it need to be charged when he has the power source imbedded in his body? I hate to go getting all finicky, but the rules of this technology in have been set. They must follow the rules or [gasps for air] My fingers are strong. My lungs are weak. Moving on.

Now, a more substantive complaint:  The villainous scheme. I like judging villains by their evil plans. Forty years later, for me, the gold standard of villainous schemes is still Lex Luther buying up worthless desert out west and programing a nuclear missile to hit the San Andreas Fault. He does this in order to drop California into the sea which will give him a whole coastline of prime oceanfront real estate. That’s a clever idea. Stopping that is a job worthy of Superman.

In Iron Man 3, the villains need Tony’s help to—wait, no— thy need to kill Tony because—wait, no—they need to kidnap Pepper to force Tony to—wait, no—they need to kill Tony because— ummm, I can’t keep up with their motives. Another part of their big plan is to kill the president so they can become the vice president’s healthcare provider. Do I have that right? To be fair, their plan is to own both sides of The War on Terror. But the story is told in a muddled way.

Even though the overall narrative of this movie is messy and unfocused, it’s filled with fun scene after fun scene, funny moments and witty dialogue. The forrest is frightful. The trees are delightful.

Tony goes for a long stretch of the movie without one of his iron suits. He must rely on his MacGyveresque wits and creativity to take on the superpowered baddies. Good stuff. When his suit finally returns to him, it comes in stages. He fights a group of bad guys in their lair with only his right glove and left boot. Every time he takes someone out, he sets himself careening out of control. That’s scene is a hoot. I am fond.

Many fans of Iron Man from the comics became irate with this movie. It was billed as the introduction of The Mandarin. The Mandarin is Iron Man’s archenemy and looked to be played by Ben Kingsley, but !!!SPOILER ALERT!!! The Mandarin turned out not to be The Mandarin. He turned out to be a drunk actor named Trevor who was hired by the main villain to scare people. The main villain is rather run-of-the-mill and boring. Imagine months of hype about The Joker being in a Batman movie only to realize while watching the movie that The Joker was just some drunkard Carmine Falcone paid to act crazy. People were none too happy. But as someone who isn’t a fan of Iron Man from the comics, I thought it was a bold and inventive twist.

So Ben Kingsley was the Mandarin—until he wasn’t. Then Guy Pearce said he was the real Mandarin. But in the All Hail the King one-shot someone tries to break Ben Kingsley out of prison because the real Mandarin wants to see him. This would make Guy Pearce a fake Mandarin also. So there is the possibility that the Mandarin could be a future villain in another movie. This does seem unlikely to happen anytime soon. The Mandarin wears ten rings. Each ring gives him a different power. Even if Robert Downey Jr. continues on as Iron Man (or if he leaves and Iron Man is recast), the quota of superpowered hand jewelry has been used up by Thanos.

Tony Stark narrates this movie, which is new. I’m not a fan of narration. After William Holden explained how he got to be a corpse in Sunset Boulevard, narration has gone downhill. Well, I guess it works for Apocalypse Now. Frank Drebin did some good voice over work. Jacob Tremblay did some good narration for Room. Jacob Tremblay did some good narration for Wonder. Harrison Ford did some nearly tolerable narration for Blade Runner. However, the narration was even better in the Director’s Cut after it was removed.

Stan Lee Cameo— A happy judge at a beauty pageant.

Post Credits scene— Oh, the narration isn't narration. Stark has been talking to Bruce Banner for the whole movie as if Banner is his therapist—or as if someone is trying to say that this iteration of Bruce Banner is going to be around for more than one movie. Mark Ruffalo is the first actor to do so.

Returning Characters— Iron Man, Potts, Happy Hogan, Bruce Banner, Rhodey, JARVIS

#iron man #robert downey jr #bruce banner #rhodey #mark ruffalo #avengers #avengers endgame #endgame #shane black #jon favreau #a christmas story #elf #pepper potts #mandarin #thanos

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The Sex Contract - Chapter 16

Genre: friends to lovers au / friends with benefits / mature content / romance / angst

Characters: Shim Changmin x Kaia Ashton (OC)

A/N: Due to the overwhelming request I have followed your encouragement to bring back one of my older stories. This was back in a time where OCs were everything and writing one chapter in each main’s point of view was the trend. I hope that even though I have edited this drastically, that you can appreciate this story comes from my older style of writing. I definitely still read this often and find it enjoyable so I hope you will too.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 - FINAL

Chapter 16 – Kaia’s POV.

“Kai, its morning time, wake up!”

Kaia rolled over in the bed and her eyes washed over Changmin. She had been awake for a much longer period than the Korean, though he was too tired to realise the expression on her face. She had to look away after a while, not because she was afraid of what he’d see, but because she didn’t want another flare-up of what she had been internalising all night long.

It was stupid really, Kaia hadn’t realised where it had changed and become complicated between her and Changmin. But it was different now and the nausea within her stomach started to attack with full force.

“Changmin, I don’t really feel up to your schedule today,” Kaia admitted. And it was the truth too.

He gazed down at her with concern, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Are you unwell?”

“Still a bit from yesterday. Don’t worry though I guess I’m not cut out for the lifestyle of a celebrity. I was thinking since I haven’t had much time to see Tokyo and you’re too busy that I might just go for a little wander today.”

“That would be a really neat idea,” he enthused, nodding his head. “I’m super busy all day long. Ever since the papers this morning were released I’ve pretty much got a jam-packed schedule. I wish I could come with you and enjoy the nice weather!”

She nodded. “I already submitted my article on Korea Star last night around the time of your date. There were photos up by that time too. It seemed like a good night.”

“If I had more time to tell you about it right now Kai, I would. But I have to get out of here early. Anyway, I’ll leave my credit card on the table, use it to buy something nice!”

“I don’t need it,” Kaia called out fruitlessly and listened to the front door shut shortly after. Pulling her knees up under her chin with a sigh, Kaia stared at the blanket until her eyes became unfocused.

Why was she starting to feel something for her best friend?

Around ten, Kaia finally pulled herself out of bed, padding into the kitchen for a glass of orange juice. As Changmin mentioned, she found his credit card sitting there with a small note beside it telling her there was no limit on how much she could spend and to have a great day. She picked it up and screwed the note into a little ball, half contemplating maxing the entire card just to get back at him. Kaia knew he hadn’t meant it, but after last night’s sex she felt like it was just a way to pay for her services. She had to push back the bile rising in her stomach at the mere thought.

Ignoring the card, and finishing off the juice, Kaia headed back into her room and got dressed, picking up her bag and the spare card-key before locking the house up. It was another nice autumn day in Tokyo, the weather just the right temperature to enjoy. She pulled out my map book and found where she was on it, looking for the closest interesting place to visit she had scribbled down on a list in bed. Finally, deciding on taking a train to Hibiya Park, Kaia headed in the direction of the closest underground station.

It was a highly confusing platform and even though she was used to Korean ones, because she lacked knowledge of the language, Kaia struggled to follow what English was around her. Eventually, she found a ticket seller and asked as best as she could, the man showing her where to board and what number she needed. She followed the directions and hopped off at the stop she had counted out along the way, stepping into a group of businessmen before heading up onto the street.

“Okay, now it’s to the right from this station,” Kaia said to herself in English, hurrying along the street towards the park she was excited for. The pictures she had seen earlier on her laptop were something she wanted to explore in person, and hoped to get some nice photos to send to her nature-loving Mother.

She stopped walking when she realised she had passed the same noodle shop before. Glancing around her, Kaia tried to find herself again on the map, but not knowing where she was made it that much harder. She looked for a person she could communicate with but after attempting to get the attention of a couple of busy pedestrians, she knew that she was in the wrong place to be asking for advice. Business people had very little time to waste on foreigners.

Kaia wandered forward and then grinned, spotting Hangul across the street. After nearly killing herself trying to dart between the traffic, she entered the Korean store, bowing at the keeper. He simply waved her off before she could even speak, and even though she used her second language over her native one, he wouldn’t have a bar of her. Frustrated, she stomped her foot in anger.

Glancing around again, she noticed a Korean girl sitting on a bench and hoped for better luck. “Excuse me, would you be able to point me in the direction of Hibiya Park?”

“Uh no,” she replied coolly and held up her phone. “And couldn’t you see I was busy?”

“Wow, the youth these days have no respect for their elders,” Kaia muttered under her breath before sighing heavily. “Why can’t anyone in this area stop and help a person out?!”

“Perhaps, if you asked the right people you’d get somewhere,” a voice answered, and she snapped her eyes to follow it, somewhat surprised that the English accent didn’t match his appearance. Kaia stared at the man curiously as he approached her. He smiled and shared a dimple. “Where are you trying to head?”

“You’re surprising,” She blurted out and colour invaded her cheeks, as his laughter reached Kaia’s ears.

“Not every day you expect an Asian to be British?”

She nodded weakly. “And how timely you are. I even speak Korean fluently and wasn’t getting anywhere.”

“How surprising,” he bit back in his native tongue, and she rolled her eyes at the Korean man, trying to decipher why he looked relatively familiar. “I’m Jay.”

“Kaia.”

“Well since I’m able to speak both English and Korean well, shall I help you?”

“I’m trying to find Hibiya Park. Do you know where it is?”

He nodded brightly. “Not here.”

“What?! The train steward told me to get off at the fourth stop and I did!”

“You’re easily frustrated,” he observed and pointed in the opposite direction. “You must have missed a stop because this would have possibly been your third stop from your original destination.”

“Great, just my luck in trying to take myself around a place I don’t speak the language of.”

Jay grinned. “Good thing I speak Japanese too.”

“You’re a man of many talents it seems,” Kaia said, grinning back and he nodded.

“Come on, I’ll show you to the park. Perhaps you’ll learn more about me on the way too.”

By the time they reached Hibiya Park, Kaia had forgotten all about her previous frustration with the day so far. Jay was refreshing to be around, his laughter infecting her with a good mood. She learnt he had lived in London for ten years before moving back to Korea to study and get a career. They had a lot in common, especially as they discussed their favourite English things they missed whilst living in Korea. Kaia had expected Jay to say farewell at the entrance but he had accompanied her for the entire afternoon. She was thrilled to have made such a good friend already, Jay making her feel completely at ease, despite only knowing him for half a day.

“So you know about me,” he asked as he balanced on the edge of a fountain that wasn’t working. He pointed down at her and grinned. “What about you. Why is Miss Kaia Ashton in a country she cannot speak the language of?”

“Because of my friend. He has a career that involves a lot of jet-setting,” she carefully worded and smiled. “He asked me to come along and work with his team. I’m a writer you see, and so it was VIP access really.”

“You have me really curious, what kind of job does your friend do?”

“He’s a singer,” Kaia answered and his face filled with several emotions. “And as you can imagine his schedule doesn’t have a lot of time for sight-seeing.”

“So you decided to come out alone?” Kaia nodded. “And how would you document your fun time out? Unless you planned to do heaps of selfies of course?”

“Pretty much was the plan.”

Jay jumped off his ledge and grabbed the camera out of her hand, quickly taking a shot. Kaia yelped and tried to grab it back, the man laughing as he snapped some more. He then turned the camera on himself and took some of himself. She rolled her eyes at his mischievous expression but stepped closer to him, Jay instantly getting as close he could and holding the camera up. They took a few random shots before laughing it off and finding a new spot to take photos at. Although she knew it was a common experience in Korea to take a bunch of photos with friends, apart from Sungra, this was her first time enjoying it.

“Should we get some lunch now?” Jay asked and Kaia nodded before looking at her watch.

“Dinner you mean, it’s almost four o clock.”

“But dinner leads to the night ending early,” he proclaimed and she raised an eyebrow at him. “Let’s eat dinner later, perhaps with my friends?”

“If you think they’ll enjoy my company?”

Jay grinned. “Course they will. We all share a lot in common with the experiences you’ve already had being in Korea so far.”

“Now I’m intrigued,” she told him, and he nodded enthusiastically.

“Good, that’s how I want you to be Kaia.”

Time slipped by quickly in Jay’s company and Kaia was already sitting in a trendy sushi shop waiting for his friends to turn up for dinner. The afternoon had finished effortlessly and rolled into the evening full of arcades and more laughter. It was the best fun she’d had in ages.

“They’re here,” Jay mentioned and Kaia looked in the direction he was pointing, as four Korean men approached. Each of them felt familiar and she wondered why.

Slapping her forehead lightly in realisation, Kaia shunted Jay beside her. He laughed and beckoned them over. After the introductions were done, she poked Jay in his arm and he let out another laugh.

“I was wondering if you’d recognise another singer if you crossed one.”

“Well it’s not every day I expect to be rescued by one in a random setting, Jaewon,” I said, emphasising on his full name. He seemed to find it humorous and Kaia had to admit she did too.

Meeting CODE V in Japan was definitely something she wanted to remember.

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“What are you doing?” I asked as Leo stood in the kitchen, midway through washing the dishes that he insisted he do to feel more at home after being away so long. He remained unmoving, holding a dishcloth in one hand and a plate in the other, his eyes unfocused.

It made me frown and I approached him, tapping his shoulder. “Leo?”

He moved all too quickly then, the plate dropping to the ground in a shatter and his body contorted as he attempted to understand where he was and what had happened. Leo’s eyes fell to my foot and he gasped, picking me up and carrying me quickly to the sofa. “You’re bleeding. I hurt you!”

“It was an accident, you zoned out, don’t stress.” I glanced at the small cut on the top of my foot where my slipper didn’t cover and smiled. “It’s so tiny, Leo.”

“Stay there,” he commanded all the same, rushing to the bathroom and returning with the first aid kit, sitting down on the coffee table and then expertly dressed my wound. He then stared at it for some time, sighing a little now and then. I wasn’t worried about my foot at all, but I was about him.

“Leo?”

“Huh?” He blinked several times, his eyes finally focusing on mine. He looked so exhausted.

“Maybe you need to take a break in your schedule, you’re really tired.”

“I’m tired?” he enquired, looking over himself and then shaking his head. “My battery is at ninety-seven percent.”

“Then why do you seem so exhausted?”

“I don’t know,” he answered slowly, sitting down on the couch and lifting my legs so they were now resting in his lap. Smiling as he gently ran his hands up and down them; he then rested his head on the back of the couch and stared at me. “I missed you.”

“It’s weird that you’re busier when you’re in the same city as me,” I admitted and he sighed.

“We’re launching a new aspect to all Kboys soon and it’s been keeping me rather preoccupied.”

I nodded. “Our call center has been pretty hectic of late too.”

“Business is good,” he mentioned as he closed his eyes, nodding once. And then he was out to it again. I smiled, leaning over to wave my hand in his face before getting up quietly.

“So much for a full battery, you little liar. Rest up well, you need it.”

  At first, I continued to believe it was exhaustion, as further shutdowns happened over the next week. Most were innocent but there were awkward ones too, like when he fell asleep on the elevator at work with a bunch of co-workers around us. Or when we were walking home from work and he just stopped moving. It had taken fifteen minutes to rouse him enough to get home. Even forcing him to stand on his charge station did nothing, because he kept saying his battery levels were reading at max power. It was odd, but nothing seemed more serious than being midway through sex and everything suddenly halting just as I was close to climaxing.

“You’re freaking kidding me!” I breathlessly cried out and slapped at his chest. The man beneath me did nothing in response and I groaned heavily, slumping down into the bed beside him and glared up at the roof. There had to be an answer for why this kept happening and if he wasn’t going to be bothered by it, I would make sure to address it myself.

The next day, I followed Gunhee and Leo up into their department, dragging Leo by his hand into Doctor Jung’s office. The older man was surprised by our visit, especially since I was hardly invited here for assessments anymore. Leo had grown some independence in exchange for his home being permanently at my apartment.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” the doctor mentioned, and Leo glowered at me. “To what do I owe such a visit?”

“There’s something wrong with him.”

“Honestly Yerin, you’re being dramatic,” Leo stated darkly and I ignored him, pleading the doctor with my eyes to take my concerns seriously.

He nodded at me to continue and directed Leo to silently sit up on the examination chair. The dark haired man huffed but did as he was told and started to unbutton his shirt a little for the access Doctor Jung would require. “He’s been freezing. Or glitching. Going offline. Whatever it is, it’s increasing in the amounts it’s been happening and I’m worried.”

“What are your battery levels, Leo?” Doctor Jung requested.

Leo kept his focus on mine, tilting his head in annoyance. “Ninety-nine percent.”

“He shouldn’t be going offline then Miss Choi. Are you sure he’s not in deep thought?”

Last night’s incident almost made me scoff as I shook my head. “He never remembers what has happened; he’s unresponsive, sometimes up to fifteen minutes.”

The flash of panic in the doctor’s eyes was immediate and my mood swiftly changed. I had expected it to be a small problem, but with how he was reacting, instructing Leo with haste to prepare for his examination and buzzing a button on the wall that brought in Gunhee and the rest of his team, I became dizzy and confused. Why was there such a fuss? Maybe his battery was broken? Was that such a big deal? I was certain I had ordered a new battery for a Choi Minho model in the past month. It was all too overwhelming and I backed up slowly as the team encircled the now offline Leo.

There was a flurry of action, and a lot of voices with terms I couldn’t understand. But their tone told me enough.

This was serious.

I started to regret letting this carry on for over a week. Could I have helped him earlier so it wouldn’t get to whatever point it was at? My body began to shake as I feared the worst. I stood there convincing myself that these were trained scientists who made and repaired robots every day. Like doctors who healed humans, they were equipped with the knowledge to fix Leo.

He would be fine. He had to be.

After what felt like forever, Doctor Jung emerged out of the bustle, his eyes bleak. I didn’t like that look and I was transported to the day where he told me he would be taking Leo from me. Was this another challenge? I was tired of fighting to keep the man I loved at my side through his little games.

“Yerin,” he called. I knew he only used my name when serious. It made my knees buckle and I grasped onto whatever was beside me for support. “You need to come over here.”

“Why, what’s wrong?” I heard myself say but it didn’t sound right. It sounded too broken, too weak. He guided me over to the side where he had been working.

Although I knew what was under the lifelike skin of a Kboy all too well, it was surreal to see the machinery of Leo up close. It was intricate and beautiful and for a moment I was mesmerised. I travelled over the side of his head and all its little details until I saw what was sticking out. I didn’t need to be a doctor to see the damage.

“Yerin that is Leo’s main motherboard. It’s where his memory chip sits, and where all of his thought process happens. Essentially this small circuit is what makes him from our point of view exceptional.” Doctor Jung picked up one of his tools to gently scrape at the blackened surface. “This damage I don’t know what caused it. I’m guessing the perfectionist in Leo has created a monster in his thought process. One that isn’t allowing him to shut off when he needs to. Essentially, he’s burned out this section of the motherboard by thinking too much.”

“It can be repaired, right? Put a new one in.”

“We can do that Yerin, but there’s a big risk,” Gunhee said, my gaze turning to my best friend. He looked as destroyed as I felt. “Where the damage has happened is right near his memory bank. If we so much as make an error in the repair, he could be wiped for good.”

“Wiped as in how?” I knew the answer, but I couldn’t listen to my own thoughts. I needed the reassurance they would do everything to make sure Leo was coming home.

“Thankfully we store all of his data in our backups. And Leo has a smaller chip that he requested be put in his brain when he felt like there was not enough room and he needed to expand his thought space. I don’t know what is on it, he keeps that area private. But I do know is that we run the risk of losing him the longer we wait to repair everything,” Doctor Jung mentioned, glancing at me and then his team. “I know he belongs to us but we’ve come to respect Leo as one of our own. I know he’d respect us further if we ask his uh, next of kin to allow us to proceed, knowing all the risks.”

I blinked several times; the information was all too much to bear. But knowing any delay could cause problems for Leo spurred me to nod my head as the tears began to fall. I grabbed at his hand tightly before being steered out of the room by Gunhee, Jinyoung waiting for me on the outside. When the door shut I collapsed to the ground, my emotions flooding out of me.

Leo couldn’t leave me now. 

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