#idk idk just food for thought i will examine AFTER studying

[a-larry-retrospective-blog]

No bc it's like. They don't even use fire imagery THAT much as songwriters. Which tbh it's even weird considering that it's a very versatile simile and a staple for writers everywhere. Fire is usually the perfect simile for passion, for sex, for love; but also pain and fleeting relationships, as they burn out; it can be a symbol of home (the hearth around which we gather) and destruction.

If we pretend for a second that they're not That Skilled, and their recurring use of metaphor and imagery is just a coincidence because they're naive in their writing and they're able to apply only those few images to anything they write about without them being linked thematically, one would assume that fire would be every-fucking-where.

But the element of fire (or being immune to it) is actually... Pretty limited. Like yes, there are references in passing to heat/fire being linked to passion, but the Most we get, especially back in 1D days, it's actually fire as a synonym to adversities in the relationship. Even more: it's fire as public scrutiny.

Love truly is a church of burnt romances, isn't it?

(On read more bc I went full Unhinged on the fire imagery)

And the thing is. The thing is. As it very often happens with these two, the best image that can explain the relationship between their writing is the relationship between the I can't change tattoo and the quote tattoo: both could have meaning alone, but one gives you additional context to fully understand the other. We don't understand completely what Louis is getting at in his writing unless we take into account Harry's own. It is as beautiful as it is maddening.

The fire imagery starts as early as Story of my life (in which they ALL have writing credits), where they say

And I'll be gone, gone tonight The fire beneath my feet is burning bright The way that I've been holding on so tight With nothing in between

Now, story of my life is a song about a relationship ending, right? I think we can all agree on that. It's also a story about a heart that feels caged even thought it's set free. Right now we won't get into the song analysis because for one, I'm on a time crunch, and second: i feel like a headache incoming because too many people put their hands on these lyrics and you can physically feel it when you read them.

But I urge you to look at the position of the fire. The fire is beneath the writer's feet. He's walking in the path of it, but it's not as much hurting as it's lighting the way (towards the muse?). This isn't (yet) highlighting the very real sacrifice of walking through fire for someone you love, the fire is low on the ground. It's bearable. It's even a guide. This has Louis Tomlinson written all over it. We don't know what the fire represents yet.

There's a mention of "lighting the fire in your eyes" in Diana but I do feel like we can easily write that off as inconsequential because... That's your average metaphor for passion/zest of life.

And then! We get the key to this puzzle! Harry Styles' own Happily. Here, the fire is evoked through the chorus of "we're on fire". As we've said, fire could be Anything: could be passion, could be destruction, could be pain, could be the safety of home. We were standing with fire beneath our feet just a few songs ago, now we're on fire. Completely.

And the thing about happily is that it's truly an interesting song: right off the bat, it's about a relationship not being able to continue despite being "meant to be" because a "twist of fate" made them unable to work out. Fire is a destructive force, coming from the outside, that is burning the both of them. They had to walk away BECAUSE they ARE on fire. Still, even after they supposedly walked away. The fire here is both linked as the reason of their split, and to the very next lines, which feel like an admission: "I don't care what people say when we're together / you know I want to be the one to hold you when you sleep". So, they're on fire and he says he doesn't care about people's opinions and he wants to leave everything to be with the muse. Fire is painful, and leaving seems to be the solution to its extinction.

Fire is the public scrutiny, right? Right?

Now, whether you interpret this song as about miss swift of our homeboy, it's up to you, but... there are still people who would Die to have Haylor back (I'm one of them, bc if anything they seem to be actually civil w/ each other and ANYTHING would be better than another ratty healy). Like. I don't care what people say when we're together??? The fuck were they saying that was so disagreeable to YOU about America's sweetheart hooking up with the hot one of 1D? Babyboy??? Also the idea of miss Americana herself wanting to leave the industry... Don't make me laugh. I'm not saying she didn't bear the brunt of whatever stunt they were pulling bc boy SHE DID, but that woman wouldn't leave her place in the music industry for ANYTHING. I love her but as much as she might sometimes yearn a regular life now, I don't believe for ONE fucking second she would actually leave. And I don't believe for one fucking second that her in 2012, when she was starting to go big Big, would actually express the desire to leave. Not miss "will you still love me when I'm nothing new".

You know who actually mentions finally being ready to leave with his lover? One guess, if you didn't think of Mr Ready to Run himself, you're out.

So. Fire, to Harry in between 2012 and 2013, is public scrutiny. It's living in the spotlight. If we didn't live in the spotlight, we would be able to stay together and you wouldn't need to be with that other person who probably doesn't know I touched your skin (which, if we believe this is about Haylor, it's doubly funny. Who the FUCK didn't know about the two of them. We were BOMBARDED). It's something that will consume the author and the muse, that has already caused damage to them and they should try to escape.

This idea of fire meaning public scrutiny, meaning being in the spotlight, retroactively could give more meaning to the story of my life line, because that same fire that was burning bright, the same existence of the spotlight, guided the author to his muse. If it weren't for the fire illuminating the way, they wouldn't be able to be together.

Interesting.

Then we get to Through the dark. Oh Louis Tomlinson you absolute unit of a man I love how optimistic you are. Because reading H's lyrics is always like the most apocalyptic pov you could imagine, and then L's are like "ok this is the same situation but fucks sake put a positive spin on it". This is very much a conversation. It's the most compelling thing ever I think we should have full writing analysis courses on it.

I'm not gonna do a full writing analysis on it, bc while this one is more linear than story of my life, I still am on a time crunch and i want to get this out before i have to go, but, yeah. The muse is sad and ashamed and running away, which does ring some bells, and the author is gently telling them:

But don't burn out Even if you scream and shout It'll come back to you And I'll be here for you

Oh. Is the muse perhaps... On fire? While being ashamed, which is a very public-oriented emotion? While screaming, perhaps something that's close to "I don't care what people say when we're together"? I don't know, just checking!

The song goes on to say:

Oh, I would carry you over fire and water for your love And I will hold you closer, hope your heart is strong enough When the night is coming down on you We will find a way through the dark

Let's just ignore the way that this mirrors and completes the scenario of "I just want to be the one who holds you when you sleep" and focus on the fire. Yes, this is a very classic and average love declaration - I love them but using the elements this way is not groundbreaking - but it's interesting anyway.

First of all: once again, fire is an external danger that accompanies the relationship. It's not related to the passion, which is SO strange to me because love being linked to fire would be pretty par for the course, but is always, always, something external that attacks the author and the muse. Here, the author is begging the muse not to let the fire, the threat of the public scrutiny, consume them (the muse) completely. From this it would seem that only the muse is on fire, but the chorus tells us otherwise: it's the author offering to carry them over the fire. This implies, a. the fire is a temporary threat, and b. They're both touched by it. They're both on fire, even if apparently unburned (...yeah, we'll get to that later). This also goes on to tell us that, to L, the fire is the same fire of Story of my life, it is the fire beneath their feet. It is still originating from the path they walk on, and while in Happily the perception is that they have caught fire with the contact to the road they're walking on, L seems more ambiguous: by carrying the muse over the fire, he seems to imply that this would shield them from it, leaving the author as the only one touched by the fire (being scrutinised by the public).

The water mention IS interesting but I fear I haven't done enough of a deep dive to have a good grasp on its meaning. Because oh boi, I'm sure it has meaning. Don't worry for a second I don't doubt Mr Compass and Rope and Mr ship and anchor have a very deep and complex relationship with water and bodies of water. I just feel like it doesn't represent the hardships of the relationship in here as consistently as fire does.

Little white lies starts with a nice "if the room was burning I wouldn't even notice" but I'm sorry I don't feel like this is as relevant to the trend. It's too much of a figure of speech.

Same goes for No Control which, in their 1D days, it's literally the only outlier we have re: "they don't use fire to indicate passionate love". It's also SO blink and you miss it I usually wouldn't even think about it.

And now, onto our queen Fireproof!

The thing about homegirl (pun absolutely intended) here is that you simply... Would not get it if you didn't have the context from all the other queens here. There's a fucking clear development in the concept of what being on fire means. And the thing is: most of these songs were penned by Mr Tomlinson himself, which would make you think this is simply self-referential and thus we know nothing about the muse. But the key of interpretation, the one that makes it all make sense, comes from Mr Styles himself. If we didn't have happily, we wouldn't know why the fuck these people are fireproof. Like, we could try to imagine, but we wouldn't know! The only reason why it makes sense for them to be fireproof in 2014, after "so long", is because they have been on fire since late 2012!

Because, for a song that has its chorus about being immune to fire, one would think the rest of Fireproof would describe said fire that attacked the relationship. Y'know, to be coherent to the theme and everything.

Except it's not. Fireproof, as a song, has nothing to do with fire. If there's a natural element dominating the song, it's wind and, even more, currents. (Y'know, those things ships have to ride to sail the sea.)

One could argue that there are references to fire to build up to the chorus, specifically in the second verse:

I'm feeling something deep inside,

Hotter than a jet stream burning up,

I got a feeling deep inside,

It's taking, it's taking all I got, yeah,

It's taking, it's taking all I got.

Except... Jet streams are wind currents. Interestingly, they can be either very hot like this one, or very cold, which is presumably what comes out later.

They're not directly linked with fires and flames and being on fire, which brings us back to the fact that there's absolutely no lead up in the song to the fact that author and muse have withstood the fire for so long they must be fireproof. Also, it wouldn't make sense for the jet stream burning up to be linked to the fire imagery, because fire is always external for them.

This one here, this hot current is internal, which makes me think that it has something to do with internal states and feelings and will. It is something intangible that has a force on itself and could change something of their fate, but only if aided by luck. Also, it is both tied to fire, as we see here, and water and bodies of water (as we also see here!) Interestingly, the act of rolling itself could both be tied to the movement of currents and the roll of the dice. (Note to self: Oh god, I have to track even wind now. I hate my brain. We'll come back to this at some point.)

Wind is an interesting element to pair with fire, because it can either fan the flame or extinguish it.

Here, we see both: the current goes at first to fan the flame and make it reach a greater height (I roll and I roll till I'm out of luck, the jet stream is burning up) and then to dim the fire:

I think I'm gonna win this time,

Riding on the wind and I won't give up,

I think I'm gonna win this time,

I roll and I roll, 'til I change my luck, yeah,

I roll and I roll, 'til I change my luck

First of all: as I said before, y'know, to set sails on a ship you need the right wind. Which, Mr My hand your hand tied up like two ships, maybe did not know that! Who knows! Here it's not stated that the wind is actually dimming the fire, but the opposing way this goes from the first two verses makes it easy to guess. The wind changes, maybe temperature, maybe direction, and something changes for the state of the fire.

But that doesn't actually matter, because they're fireproof. They've survived the test of fire, which, at this point, poses more as an inescapable existential condition: sure, the wind can reduce or maximize the intensity, but it cannot alone turn off a fire this big. They've been under public scrutiny for so long, nothing will actually take them off of it. But they've gotten used to it, and it didn't burn them, because they are fireproof.

And, once again, we COULD grasp a lil bit of what it means to be "fireproof" from the chorus and common sense, but the context is, still, residing within Happily. You could NOT have the full context without that song confirming it for you. I hate it here.

I would love to finish off here but we have two more songs with the fire imagery from MITAM. Which are both interesting in the evolution of the fire and what it means for them, because once again: none of these songs view fire as a positive force or a sign of good passion.

Honourable mention to my good friend End of the day bc it goes

I said you're on fire babe then down came the lightning on me Love can be frightening for sure

which is an interesting callback to the fact that they're both on fire, since... Y'know, one thing you can rely on is the fact that a person who is struck by lighting will catch fire. There's no indication of what the fire actually means here, it seems at the start to be something with a positive connotation, maybe related to passion, but also, like, three verses later

All I know at the end of the day Is you want what you want and you say what you say And you'll follow your heart even though it'll break Sometimes All I know at the end of the day Is you love who you love, there ain't no other way

I'm sorry, is this 1D's "you can want who you want, boys and boys and girls and girls"? Here the element of public scrutiny tied to fame is dimmed, but it's very highlighted another element: the same scrutiny would come even without fame being an element of it.

The priest thinks it's the devil, my mum thinks it's the flu But girl it's only you

Okay Catholic guilt! (I'm not even sure he's Catholic but like...) Okay being punished by a higher power for loving who you love! I guess! I get that mr no control is apparently insatiable (I did NOT need to know), but give me a good fucking reason why the priest would think it's the DEVIL.

And even here, the fire is Not that much explained.

If you want me to be reaching, I could easily say that the existential condition to the fire is deepened in this: not only is it public scrutiny that haunts them, the idea of what the public would say follows them even when they're completely alone (they're supposed to be on the roof alone). It is haunting them, even at their happiest, but the author doesn't care (they're still fireproof):

If there's something I've learnt from a million mistakes You're the one that I want at the end of the day

Our last stop is, sadly, Long way down. Long way down is the actual outlier in their 1D production because it's the first time they actually burn. I would love nothing more than to think that it was written before End of the day, but I know Nothing and the track list goes like this, so.

We made a fire Went down in the flames We sailed an ocean And drowned in a wave Built a cathedral But we never prayed We had it all, yeah And we walked away

Oh boy. I wish I could point this to Mr Tomlinson and compare it to my good friend Only for the brave. Just. I'm sorry babes. A

Anyway, we're still talking fire here and I feel like it's interesting that it's still something external to the people in the relationship, but also it's something they're taking ownership of: we made this fire. We decided to become this. We wanted the fame and the public eye on us, and that was what destroyed us.

It's depressing, but it ties to the author asking in Through the dark for the muse not to burn out.

In the end, they both did. They both went down.

Want to end this on a nice note, because even thought I haven't finished with their solo albums analysis, what struck me as amazing is how the one who goes back to the fire metaphor is not even Louis (if we don't count the fucking church of burnt romances), but H, when in Adore you goes:

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Which. Is insane. Not even for the fire imagery bc that's... Kinda average. Walking through fire for someone is the kind of imagery Every songwriter has used at least once. But it's so moving the idea that he doesn't do it for the muse's love (like, two verses before he says "you don't have to say you love me"), but just for the chance of being able to love. To love as an action, to love as a gift for both the giver and the receiver.

The fire is still scary, is still present, but it's also something you can go through, something that some day will end and will lead H to his muse. We're back to the fire beneath the author's feet, the one that is burning brightly and might guide him towards his muse. To the idea first presented to us by Through the dark, that you will go through something as painful as a path of fire just for the one you love, possibly shielding them (here it seems like the author is offering to be the one going through the fire while the muse stays put).

This is me freeballing here bc I haven't run the numbers yet (BC yknow...... I don't have that much free time) but I think there's something to be said about the main metaphor for the adversity in the relationship shifting from fire to water. I don't know yet what it says, but I feel like there is something there

[soleadita]

Re your tags about the school major.... literally one of the biggest turnoffs for me about majoring in psych was being preached to by a bunch of middle aged white men about white men theories and they all thought they were the absolute shit and I was SOooooo just. Oh I was so fed up by graduation lol

LITERALLY. literally. oh my GOD. (ok so i tried really hard to answer this normally but it ended up being a rant of epic proportions and in hindsight i fear it's only tangentially related to your actual ask but i spent too long writing it so it's gonna stay.)

most of my professors were, thank god, not quite Like That (mostly older white women, which could be frustrating in other ways, but i cannot imagine having to take a bunch of white man psych dudes seriously for that long, holy shit) but boy oh BOY do i have one specific grievance to air.

so my major was specifically focused on child development (which officially spans ages 0-18 yrs), and basically we went through three years of like The Stages of Development (piaget, erikson, freud, vygotsky, etc) and Theories and The Major Studies and developmental milestones and preschool lab, and then in our fourth year, there was one (1!!!!!!) required class that was essentially like "cultural perspectives on xyz." (the titling of the class was absolute bullshit btw. cultural perspectives? as if we weren't already being taught from a cultural perspective. like, ok.)

the specifics of the class as a whole have mostly been lost to me at this point, but the gist was essentially "by the way, all the super old linear theories of development we've been drilling into your head aren't as widely applicable as everyone acts like they are and may, in fact, lead to detrimental assessments of people whose culture and backgrounds and experiences differ from the white upper-middle class cishet able-bodied male norm." (i did, for funsies, dig through my google docs this evening and skim some of my old notes. SHIT WAS WILD. god.) and i just remember feeling simultaneously super underwhelmed (like, yes, i figured this out two years ago and it would've been nice to get more than 10 weeks worth of a class on it?) and incensed (WHY ISN'T THIS MORE CENTRAL TO THE CURRICULUM FOR THE ENTIRE DEGREE?).

it's like. idk. when i wanted a tamale recipe that would taste close to my grandma's, i googled it in spanish, bc when i google it in english i get assaulted by white lady food blogs. but googling in spanish gives vastly different (and much more helpful) results. and that's kinda how i felt by the end of my degree. like, what would this have looked like if i studied it in other countries and in other languages? what's in their textbooks? who are the other scholars? and that's also tricky, i guess, because i get the sense that academia is pretty gatekept across the board, and it's not like going to other places is gonna change that necessarily? but still. other non-us-centric perspectives at the fucking least.

and the thing that kills me is like...wouldn't this be so much more exciting if we could pick this apart and examine it from multiple angles? and wouldn't you be equipping these future teachers or occupational therapists or social workers etc etc so much better? and wouldn't your research be stronger? and wouldn't you be able to better understand and serve and care for the children and families you're trying to work with? and how are you content to sit in your tenured position and teach the same shit quarter after quarter when you know there's SO MUCH MORE TO THE PUZZLE that you're NOT LOOKING AT?

ANYWAY. this is so far removed from the original point. i'm so sorry. i just love bitching and commiserating about shit like this. <3

[wilfywarfy]

Since idk if you’ve gotten a poly ship yet, could you do Host/Google/Dr. Iplier? Aka, the Smart Bitches

OOOOO, interesting! This is the first poly ship I've gotten, so I'm a bit nervous about it. LET'S HOPE I DON'T SCREW THIS UP!

Part getting together story, part headcanon

Host and Doc were the first two to get together.

No one in the manor was surprised by this at all, considering how much time the two spent together

Host would help Doc with his patients via narrations, while Doc would take care of Hosts eyes and occasional sore throat

So yeah, everyone in the manor wasn't surprised

The real surprise came when later in the day, Google had been hit with a sudden update

Barely any warning beforehand. Google just sat down and was struck with the loading screen.

After hours of updating, Google now had a new task to complete: Learn about human behavior and emotion

With his secondary objective being to destroy mankind, it would be useful to gather up as much information as possible

The most difficult behavior to examine was love, and affection in general

King had affection for his squirrels, Bing loved skateboarding, Yan loved... Whoever was on the list this week. But that wasn't the kind he was required to study.

Google needed a relationship to examine. And Lord knows what would happen if he dared ask Dark and Wilford for permission.

Second choice: Doc and Host

Google was terrified when he realizes that he was gaining affection for Doc and Host. He was supposed to be a killer A.I., unable to feel, love, anything!

He denied it for a while, examining every wire, circut, and line of code in his system for any error. He found none.

When he finally stopped being emotionally constipated, his confession wasn't very glorious.

"I have feelings for you two. I would hope you two have the same affections for me, but if you don't, I will start my memory wipe procedure right now."

"Woah there, Googs!" "The Host is in a state of shock at the thought that Google would ever think that Doctor and Host wouldn't reciprocate."

When they sleep, Doc is in the middle most of the time. The others hold onto their sleepy doctor, making sure he's well rested.

Host is the one that flusters Google the most, which means a lot since Google isn't easily shaken.

But Host knows how to get his fans spinning!

Host enjoys the heat that Google gives off. Doc likes it when Google is cold.

Doc prefers salty/savory foods, Host prefers sweeter foods

Sometimes when Google kisses his partners, a small shock comes out of him. Like Eve and Wall-E. He gets embarrassed, but they just smile.

Smart. Very, very smart. These three could find a way to take over the world with a can of gas, some undisclosed creatures teeth, and a tangerine. It's scary how intelligent these three are together.

Google is scared of his strength at times, so he's extra careful when around his partners. They find it sweet that he cares about them.

"I'll keep humanity around if it means I get to be with you two." "The Host's affection for his partners is unmatched. Indescribable." "You two make me the happiest doctor in the whole hospital."

I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD ENOUGH FOR YA!

[pennylanewrites]

I got seven different asks about the College AU so here are some headcanons I have about them! (imagine aiura is in the picture I couldn’t find a good one with all of them)

I definitely didn’t mean to make this so long but I can’t help it I love them all so much<3

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Saiki Kusuo

→ marine!!!biology!!!major!!!!!!!!

→ doesn’t need to study but he still does bc he finds marine life so fascinating

→ read all of his textbooks on the first day bc he was so excited eeeek

→ always wears his germanium ring in class so he can stay hashtag focused

→ him and aiura have to bail toritsuka(didn’t go to college) out of jail once a month

→ speaking of aiura, she somehow has convinced him to go on a date on five different occasions

→ i think after high-school he realised he didn’t mind a kind of casual not-relationship with her

→ lets her hug him to greet him and sometimes he hugs back bc college boys stare a lot and he is just worried for her okay?

→ maybe I’m just projecting bc I kin aiura

→ does not go to parties unless he absolutely has to

→ if he does go to a party he’ll drink something quietly in a corner, just watching the crowd

→ a perv laced Teruhashi’s drink and almost lured her up the stairs so of fucking course Kusuo sprinted to help her, holding her on the way home bc men are drawn to her like bees to honey

→ she didn’t let him live it down ever

→ he rented a studio apartment and keeps it super clean, minimum clutter but enough to look lived in

→ cooks amazing food that Nendo smells from upstairs and next thing you know, they’re all bringing chairs to Kusuo’s apartment and have dinner

→ nothing excuses the fact he makes at least eight servings every time–

→ such a dad to everyone honestly

→ usually studies at a library or teleports back home if there’s a big test

→ mrs. saiki was banned from visiting every two days but she still ends up there somehow

→ not that he minds bc he’s the biggest mama’s boy ever

→ probably graduates a year early

→ doesn’t move away even though he got a job at the aquarium at the other side of the city help–

Kaidou Shun

→ fine arts major you can NOT change my mind

→ doesn’t do good in theoretical subjects but mans can draw some good bowls of fruit

→ wears those stained from the paints t-shirts all the time bc ‘no they’re not dirty it’s art!’

→ him and aren have small designated spaces in their apartment so they can focus on their hobbies/studying

→ his corner at the living room has newspapers on the floor to protect it from the splattering paint, some canvases propped up on the wall and a lot of unfinished projects

→ hides all of them when Nendou comes over

→ can not cook or clean to save his life

→ so he calls his mum to help clean up when Aren is at work

→ got over his 8th grader syndrome at some point

→ still wears red bandages bc he’s edgy

→ volunteers at the neighborhood exhibit centre

→ got asked to showcase his own works for a night and hasn’t shut up about it since

→ goes to yumehara for relationship advice and braids her hair as a thank you

→ couples sleepovers with Yumehara and Teruhashi (yes they’re dating shut up)

→ always makes something for Aren at special occasions (birthdays, anniversaries etc)

→ at first he went back home every saturday bc he missed his family :(

→ Aren helps him get over it though!!!!

Nendou Riki

→ got in on a sports scholarship

→ we already know he couldn’t be accepted in a college otherwise

→ in the chiropractic major bc he wants to be one of those athlete doctors

→ has failed way too many exams and classes

→ Hairo helps him so much though!!!

→ the last one in the group to graduate but somehow gets a job first (excluding Saiki)

→ him and hairo get up at 5 am for jogging or to hit the gym

→ and then he goes and gets noodles bc ‘if noodles aren’t for breakfast why do shops open at 6 am?’

→ hasn’t stepped foot in class in months

→ he gets decent grades after failing the first semester and it’s totally not Saiki’s doing

→ he ends up signing up for way too many clubs

→ attends all of the meetings and has so many friends through them

→ I would be his friend too in college honestly

→ a fraternity wanted to get him bc he’s so good at sports

→ he declined bc he does not understand how fraternities even work

→ is the life of EVERY SINGLE PARTY change my mind you can’t

→ whatever you do don’t imagine nendo surprising his boyfriend with flowers after every practice

→ *dies cutely*

Kuboyasu Aren

→ SOCIOLOGY MAJOR

→ idk I just think he would enjoy Marx’s Capital

→ debate club? hell yeah

→ gets in philosophical conversations at the school yard for HOURS

→ kaidou has to drag him away

→ only shops at thrift stores and makes coffee at home bc “capitalism is not accepted in this household”

→ rides his motorcycle to college even though he lives five minutes away

→ grew his hair out in a mullet again and he looks *chef’s kiss*

→ thought he would be moving too fast if he asked Kaidou to rent an apartment together

→ aiura convinced him it was fine

→ cooks kaidou’s favorite foods every day

→ participates in student rallies, human rights protests etc etc

→ comes home with bruises and kaidou thinks he looks so hot but still yells at him

→ Aren’s favorite place to study is his balcony or at a coffee shop

→ always with kaidou! cute boyfriends who do everything together!!

→ gets so drunk when they go out

→ drunk karaoke with kokomi yes yes yes

Hairo Kineshi

→ did someone say Athletic Training?

→ does every single sport and is amazing at it

→ will cheer for his bf if they have a game at the same time though

→ it was his idea to move in together bc ‘hey we’ve been dating for three years now might as well’

→ volunteers at a nearby elementary as a coach for the kids

→ SO GOOD WITH KIDS

→ wants to be a P.E. Teacher and he’s going to be great at it

→ does everything he can at campus

→ helping random clubs, making posters, cleaning up the hallways, helping the cheer squad with their new routine

→ dances ballet as a hobby even though he’s so good at it that he could be a professional

→ makes everything a competition with Nendo so they never get bored

→ once made everyone get up to jog with them and they ended up sleeping on random benches while Hairo and Nendo were halfway across town

→ will punch someone if he sees them catcalling a girl

→ doesn’t drink at all and eats super healthy

→ designated driver for the group’s outings downtown

Aiura Mikoto

→ THEATER MAJOR

→ is so good at stage acting it’s unreal

→ lands the lead role almost every time

→ is also an amazing singer so she gets great roles in musicals as well

→ doesn’t have to get a job bc she gets all her money from doing readings on campus

→ gets coffees and pastries from all the coffee shops around campus and sits Kusuo down so he can taste them

→ they have a little taste-testing date in his apartment until they decide none of them are as good as the ones at Cafe Mami

→ she totally doesn’t make him teleport there every morning and he totally doesn’t listen to her

→ moved in with chiyo bc they wanted a nice place that they couldn’t afford on their own

→ teruhashi told them to move in with her but they already loved their little place

→ aiura’s bedroom is the most comfortable and cozy room ever

→ their apartment is also the hang out spot for the group bc it’s just so homey

→ hangs out with her theatre group a lot, especially after class

→ they can’t compare to her friends though:(

→ everyone goes to her when they’re worried and she loves it bc she’s the mummy of the group

→ she makes everyone coffee and their comfort food before big exams:)

Yumehara Chiyo

→ psychology major one thousand percent

→ you know how they say that people choose psychology bc they don’t know what major they want?

→ that’s exactly what happened except she fell in love with it immediately

→ such a good student!!!

→ always does her assignments on time and still manages to have a social life

→ teruhashi asked her out at the end of their first semester and that’s the first time chiyo missed a deadline

→ practically lives with teruhashi, insisting it’s just to leave aiura alone

→ she’s just IN LOVE OKAY?????

→ would want to be a sorority girl at first

→ changed her mind when she realized how much shit they all talked

→ her and kaidou drink wine and talk about their relationships and studies

→ she’s so sleep deprived it’s unreal

→ she doesn’t need sleep anymore though

→ coffee is her best friend

→ makes asks Aiura for readings twice a week

→ brings all her psychology friends home and they analyze their textbooks

→ once she got the hang of it, she decided to examine Kusuo

→ she told him he needs actual medical evaluation

→ he almost threw her out the window when she offered some Xanax for his nerves

→ chiyo is a neat freak one hundred percent

→ hates when Aiura throws everything on the floor, but she loves cleaning

→ opens her own office after school

Teruhashi Kokomi

→ PRE-MED

→ lesbian doctor :)

→ just wanted to get away from her perv brother at first

→ she always wanted to be a doctor though, preferably a neurosurgeon

→ she’s super duper smart and hates when she gets good grades bc of her good looks:(

→ makes it her goal to show her professors that she’s more than a beautiful girl

→ hasn’t failed a single exam

→ helps everyone with their studies even though she’s drowning in work

→ drops the perfect girl image at college and decides she should try and aim for something normal

→ gets invited to every single party

→ in a knitting club bc it would get disbanded without one more member

→ knits!!!matching!!!sweaters!!!for all of her friends!!!

→ asked Chiyopipi out while drunk

→ never regretted it though

→ her and aren get so drunk when they go out with the group

→ it’s honestly unreal how much they can drink before passing out

→ has to get carried home

→ wakes up after getting drunk and runs to her class before remembering it’s Sunday

→ her penthouse has the perfect view of the sunset and sunrise and is all she could ask for in life

→ does get lonely so she’s practically living with Chiyo and Aiura

→ once she realized she didn’t like boys she made it her goal to get Saiki and Aiura together

→ people wonder how she has so much time to play matchmaker and volunteer while she’s in premed

→ does her internship at a hospital

→ ends up working there as a neurosurgeon after her Doctorate degree

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[deanzboyfriend]

Boss Dad™️

[Not edited]

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Summary: We love when you have an overprotective dad that just so happens to also be your boyfriend’s boss

Pairing: Hotch x son!reader, Spencer Reid x male!reader, Jemily

Requested by anon: “Hi, I wanted to know if you could do a Dr. Reid x male reader, where the reader is Hotch’s son, and his father became kinda overprotective since his mother was killed (Idk if it’s right, my English is not that good)”

⚠Warnings⚠ Slight angst, Spence fluff, overprotective dad! Hotch, Spence comforts reader, bad writing, spoilers, I think that’s all

a/n: this is my first x male reader, and I loved writing this, so thank you anon. Also, apologies if the spacing gets weird, I wrote this in my notes and just copied and pasted lol. 

All of Y/N’s life, he’s had certain...troubles in his relationships. It’s not that he has any trouble finding partners, no, it’s more of my-dad-is-an-overprotective-profiler kind of problem. Ya see he loves his dad, that’s the unquestionable thing. But his dad is, as mentioned before, very protective of his eldest son. Especially after what happened to Haley. He couldn't stand to lose another person he loved.

So he was always wary when Y/N brought someone home. Always ended in the same way. They’d get scared away by getting their secrets exposed and when they left he’d say something along the lines of, “I didn’t like them.” with nothing else.

Now after a certain point, Y/N got tired of trying to reason with his dad. So he just gave up on dating. Until he met a certain Doctor Spencer Reid.

Spencer was a light in his life. The person he never knew he’d been dreaming of. Spencer filled in every empty feeling Y/N ever had. They were quite a pair.

Y/N was studying social sciences and psychology, so he had quite a bit on his plate, and Spencer was out on cases a lot. So the number of official dates they had was slim, but their love for each other wasn’t any different. Hotch had only recently discovered their relationship. And boy was he not happy. He tried to not express it or take it out on YN, but Y/N knows Hotch better than anyone. He could tell it was eating at him, and he wasn’t sure what to do.

“I should visit dad at the BAU. He didn’t bring a lunch anyway so I might as well bring him something...plus I get to surprise Spence.” Y/N mumbled, smiling to himself at the thought. He had a couple of days off school, so he decided to spend them with Jack and his dad. ”He did mention today was a paperwork day, so I shouldn't have to worry about him being out of town.” He said to himself as he grabbed his keys.

One drive to the BAU later, Y/N gets out of his car and makes his way to the entrance. He goes in and pulls out his visitor’s pass that he received from his dad. The security team there knew him pretty well, he visited a lot when he had free days. “Heya Mark, how are the kids?” Y/N asked as he waited for his bag to be checked. “Oh! Andrea got the lead in the school’s play, and she wanted me to thank you for helping her rehearse her lines. Micah is doing just fine, he enjoys soccer practice.” Y/N smiled as he grabbed his bag. “Be sure to tell me about any of Andrea’s performances or Micah’s games!”

“Will do!”

Y/N laughed as he walked towards the elevator. He presses the button for floor six and takes a breath as the elevator ascends. He finally reached the correct floor, and couldn't help but smile as he strolled towards the bullpen, where he immediately sighted Emily. ”Y/N! My favorite Hotchner! How have you been?”

”Oh please Emily we all know that Jack is the favorite Hotchner.” Y/N chuckled and hugged her. ”I’ve been alright, but school is kicking my ass, as usual. How are you and JJ?” Emily smiles warmly at his question. ”Amazing. We just finished unpacking the rest of JJ’s boxes yesterday. She’s officially moved in!”

”I’m so happy for you guys! Anyway, is my dad in his office?” Emily glanced towards Hotch’s door. ”Yep! Where else would he be?” The two laughed together before Y/N said his goodbye and started his trek to his dad's office. He knocked on the door and opened it after hearing a small ”come in” from the other side. Aaron looked up from the file he was working on to see who was at the door. ”Y/N? What're you doing here?” Y/N closed the door. ”Well, I did come here to see you, but I also brought you the lunch you probably didn't realize you left.” Y/N walked over and put the food on Aaron’s desk. The door opened again, and this time, it was Spencer.

“Hey Hotch, I had a question about- Y/N?” Spencer examined him in surprise, not anticipating him to be in his dad’s office. ”Heya Spence.” Y/N grinned, walking to him and engulfing him in a hug. Hotch couldn't help but slightly grimace at the exchange. Y/N saw this, making him wither a bit. Spencer noticed. ”Um- Spence- why don't you meet me in the break room and we can talk a bit over a cup of coffee, yeah?” Spencer pulled away from him, looked into his eyes, gave his hand a small squeeze, and walked out.

Y/N let out a sigh. ”Y/N. You know how I feel about this. You know how our work is- it's dangerous-” Y/N cut him off to finish the statement. ”- because it can compel the unsubs to come after me to get to him. I know.” Y/N looked over at his dad. “Which is exactly why-“

“No, dad.” Aaron was taken aback. “Is that the only reason you don’t like me being with Spencer? Dad, just me being your son puts me in danger. Being friends with the whole BAU team puts me at risk. No, that’s not the real reason, because if that were the case, you would’ve never shown me to the team at all.”  Y/N stood his ground, holding in his pending tears as he tried to stay calm. ”Spencer makes me feel safe. He takes care of me. The only reason you don't want us to be a thing is that you're scared that I'll leave and what happened to mom will repeat itself!” Y/N took a shaky breath in, storming out the door with tears running down his face. He knew he went too far, but right now all he needed was Spencer.

Y/N hurried his way to the break room to avoid being seen by anyone in the bullpen.  Y/N strolled into the break room, where Spencer had just finished making them both coffee. Spencer looked over to him and his smile immediately turned into a look of worry. ”Y/N what’s-” He was cut off by the strong hug that was given to him. He instantly returned the embrace, gently rubbing Y/N’s back and giving him a forehead kiss as a form of comfort. Y/N eventually settled down and moved back from Spencer a bit. ”Can we- you think you can afford to postpone your paperwork for a bit babe? I kinda just-  I need to talk about this with you.” Spencer moved some hair out of Y/N’s face. He pecked his lips and gently grabbed Y/N’s hand. ”Ok, my love.”

-Meanwhile, in the office of big boss dad-

Hotch did not expect that to say the least. He knew Y/N would be upset, but he didn't think he would have lashed out as he did. When he watched Y/N slam the door on him, the weight of what was said hit him. Y/N thought he didn’t trust him? Thought that he didn’t want him to be happy? That’s the opposite of what he wanted. He wanted nothing but the best for his oldest son. He had to think to himself for a while. Was he doing the right thing? Or was he just trying to keep history from repeating itself?

“I was too hard on him...he’s a grown adult, he can make his own decisions.” Hotch thought out loud. He sighed.

He needed to talk with Y/N. Hotch walked out of his office, surprising everyone in the bullpen, as he rarely came out of his office on a paperwork day. He made his way to the break room and was about to say something when he heard Y/N talking.

”Spence I just- I don't know what to do. I don't know why he's so hesitant to let us be a thing I mean- I wouldn't be as upset if it were anyone else but- it's you. He knows you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me- especially after- especially after what happened to mom. I just- I don't want to lose you.” Hotch heard it all. He watched as Spencer easily calmed him down. He saw the love as the two looked at each other. He knew he was mistaken. He had to fix it.

        -6:30 pm, Hotchner household-

Aaron returns from work, take-out food in his hands. As soon as he sets the bags on the dinner table, Jack comes running. ”Daddy!” Aaron smiles as he scoops up his son into his arms. Y/N walks towards the table and looks at his dad. ”Hey Jack, why don't you go play in your room for a few more minutes while Y/N and I set up the food ok?” Aaron set jack back down on the floor and ruffled his hair. ”Ok!” Jack ran upstairs, leaving Aaron and Y/N alone.

”Y/N I-” ”Dad I-” They both started. Aaron sighed and made eye contact with Y/N. ”Listen, dad, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so mad at you, and I know I went too far with what I said about mom. I know you have your reasons and-” ”Y/N. It's ok. Aaron cut him off, putting a hand on his shoulder. ”I know that I've been hard on you when it comes to you dating- especially after Haley...but I realized this today. First of all, you're a grown man now. I should let you date who you want to. I trust you, and I know that you can take care of yourself. And another thing, I realized how good Spencer is for you. While I shouldn't have been spying on you two, I saw how comfortable and safe you felt with him. I saw love between the two of you. I would never wish to be the reason you are kept from your happiness. So, you have every right to stay with him.”

Y/N had tears in his eyes. ”You mean it?” He asked. ”Yes, completely.” Y/N got closer and tightly hugged his dad. ”Thank you...” He mumbled into his dad’s shirt.

They sat there for a bit, just comfortably embracing one another. ”Who knew big scary boss dad could be so soft?” Y/N remarked, getting a laugh from both of them. ”Anyway, let's get the food set up for real before Jack comes back.”

That night, Y/N texted Spencer, saying all was well.

[wonhaebunny]

💘📂💘📂💘📂💘

back on my anxiety!katsuki bullshit!!

this is a long one lol

skip this paragraph if you like, it's mostly me uselessly waffling about my day lol,,, anyways so. for context, i'm not a huge partygoer. i usually have fun for an hour or two, and immediately my social meter hits zero and i want to go home again. but TODAY. today my friends and i had this lovely picnic where we sat on a rug in a park and just read books. we each had our own books, and we sat there and read in silence, and it was quite possible the nicest afternoon i've had in months. comfortable silence, background music, some nice food. pure therapeutic goodness. a shot of serotonin to the bloodstream. anyways idk why i said all that it was just an unnecessary piece of context but here is the hc:

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katsuki never comes on bakusquad outings. he's the first to shoot their plans down, before they even develop them fully.

he's always got "better shit to do", or he "doesn't want to waste time on losers".

it's a little hurtful at first, but very much in-character, and eijirou is left fumbling as he tries to explain to them that katsuki isn't normally like this.

but frankly? eijirou is confused too.

katsuki has always been receptive to hanging out with him, whether it be a weekend hike, training, or just chilling and watching movies in either of their dorm rooms.

but the second the bakusquad tries to bring up some plans to hang out together, katsuki shuts them down instantly. and eijirou knows katsuki doesn't hate them, has seen it in the way the blonde will tutor them through the night and smirk at their shenanigans in class when he thinks no one's looking. so why is he so adamant about the outings?

but after the first dozen times, they accept it. they never stop asking, though.

just in case.

and then the day comes. it's lunchtime, and the squad is hunched at the cafeteria trying to make plans for the weekend.

"the weather's lovely on saturday, what about a picnic?" mina asks hopefully.

denki and hanta look a little reluctant at the idea of it, while eijirou looks noncommittal.

mina pouts at the reactions.

"you'll come, won't you, bakugou?" she whines.

she's teasing, obviously, tone light and airy.

so when bakugou grunts back a quiet, "fuckin' whatever," her jaw drops, along with everyone else at the table.

"you'll come?" she asks again, more seriously this time, but still trying to keep her voice casual.

the blonde gifts her with a sharp look that signals he'll change his mind if she pushes any further.

"that's what i fuckin' said, right?" he mutters.

mina's entire demeanour brightens, but she doesn't mention it again, making katsuki relax imperceptibly in his seat.

"okay!" she announces cheerfully. "well, i've decided i don't care if you guys come anymore! i have this lovely gentleman to keep my company!" she gestures at katsuki, earning a half-hearted snarl.

immediately, the three other boys at the table straighten with indignant cries.

"no way i'm missing it!" denki wails.

"yeah," hanta adds on. "this is the first time we've got the whole squad!"

it's almost comical, how quickly the mood at the table has lifted. they're all almost waiting for bakugou to take it back, or change his mind again. but he doesn't. and so they float through the rest of lunch, blissfully.

and sure enough, that saturday, all five of them head to the park. the other four are slightly anxious that it'd be awkward with katsuki's unfamiliar presence, but the blonde fits into their dynamic seamlessly, even outside the school. he's quiet for the most part, scowl fixed on his face as he trudges with his hands in his pockets, but he makes the occasional quip to let them know he's listening nonetheless.

and when they set down their picnic rug, laying out the food and settling down, katsuki's oddly quiet. he's not complaining like eijirou had expected, simply watching as the others find their places and do their things.

hanta's pulling out a switch, while mina texts someone on her phone lazily and eijirou watches a television show on his.

then, after a moment's deliberation, katsuki sinks down to the corner of the rug, and pulls a book from his bag.

"nerd," hanta coughs inconspicuously not even a moment later, earning a smack upside the head from mina and a sigh from eijurou.

katsuki puffs up, but then denki perks up, cutting off anything he'd planned on saying.

"hey, we're buddies!" he exclaims, holding up his own book excitedly.

at the sight, katsuki's eyes narrow, before he finally relaxes again, turning his attention to his book.

he's... quiet.

completely silent, in a way the other four had not expected at all. because this silence isn't the type they're used to with katsuki. there's no hostility or tension in the air. just the distant sound of birds and nearby traffic.

eijirou can't help stealing glances every few minutes, show abandoned in favour of studying the smoothed-out spot between the blonde's normally-tense brows, the relaxed curve of his typically-scowling lips. when he flicks his gaze around, he sees that the other three are having similar issues. katsuki remains oblivious to it all, immersed in his book and completely unaware of the wondering, awed stares of his companions.

the silence is comfortable, though, and eventually the other four settle down, too.

time passes easily, broken by the occasional rustling or crunching of food.

somewhere around the third hour, mina grows tired of scrolling through her phone and leans back, laying her head on the nearest boy's lap. it's a habit she's grown accustomed to, but she stiffens immediately when she realises exactly whose lap she lays in. but katsuki doesn't shove her off.

he doesn't curse, doesn't scowl, doesn't even acknowledge the movement beyond a subtle tilt of his head. the boy's expression pinches for the briefest of moments, before ever-so-slowly, it dissolces back to its previous state of relaxation.

mina has to fight the urge to grin, biting her lip painfully hard as she turns to shove her face into his thigh, overjoyed.

the others, who are watching the exchange, seem to relax after a few moments without any further reaction. they take it as a signal, finally stretching out and releasing any residual tension they'd been holding.

denki's legs sprawl out, brushing against katsuki's, and eijirou leans sidewards until their shoulders brush slightly.

the blonde keeps reading.

it's... nice.

they'd never thought they'd be able to enjoy something like this with katsuki, but the opportunity is welcome. and honestly? the quiet is a pleasant change for all of them, a stark contrast to their usual boisterous dynamic.

mina dozes off against katsuki's lap, and eventually eijirou sinks down until he's half-slumped against the blonde's side, head resting in the crook of the other's elbow as he watches his show.

when they finally have to leave again, it' almost curfew.

"we should do that again," hanta murmurs, earning sounds of agreement.

the group is relaxed, all of them feeling pleasantly slow and drowsy with the pace of the day. even katsuki looks like he's moving looser than normal, eyes softer and scowl barely-there.

it's a nice day.

the next time they're making plans for the weekend, they all turn to katsuki hopefully.

"what do you say, bakugou? a karaoke night?" denki asks hopefully.

to his disappointment, katsuki doesn't spare him a glance.

"i'd rather fuckin' die," he says flatly.

denki, hanta and mina wilt.

but eijirou just stares.

he examines katsuki for a long, long moment, before a calculating look comes into his eye.

"how about instead of going to karaoke, we do a movie night at the dorms?" he asks carefully.

the other three look a little confused, but shrug.

"yeah, i'm down," mina says, bemused. denki and hanta nod.

"what about you, bakugou?" the red-head asks, as casually as he can muster.

katsuki holds his gaze for an excruciatingly long time, before scoffing.

"fine," he mutters.

eijirou grins, and watches as realisation sets into the eyes of the other three, their expressions brightening with his.

it's okay if katsuki doesn't want to come to all their outings, he thinks to himself, smiling fondly at the unaware blonde.

they understand.

[cocobutnochanel]

The Kims | 18+

Genre: smut, angst, drama, au

Main Characters: Kim Minseok, Kim Junmyeon, Kim Jongin x Reader (oc: female)

Warnings: profanity, sex scenes, aggression, mature themes, slavery(not literally idk)

Summary: When you thought life wasn't a fairytale and you were no Cinderella, truth slaps you in the face when you become an orphan overnight and your step-family sells you off to the richest family in town.

Kink List: verbal degradation, size difference, exhibitionism, blowjob, gagging, mention of tears, spanking, overstimulating, daddy!Junmyeon

Part 3

(Part 1, Part 2)

The following days were boring once again. The Kims were busy, as per usual. Their money wasn’t made by staying at home and laying around. You really had no idea what their family’s business was into but it was safer that way. Baekhyun always said that the less you know, the better.

You sniffed the air and immediately guessed it was cookies. You ran to the kitchen where Kyungsoo was mixing the ingredients while the oven beside him was releasing a very distinct smell.

“That smells so good!” You inhale once more, catching Kyungsoo’s attention. He beckoned you to come nearer. “Help me with this, will you?” He pointed to the bowl.

“Sure.” You smiled at him and skipped to his side. You look at the dough he was mixing. “You should really add more chocolate chips.” You advise to the older guy.

He looked at you with thinking eyes. “Won’t it be too sweet then?” He asked, still holding the whisk in his hand. He contemplated for a moment but followed your advice nonetheless.

You smile when you see him pouring half a cup of chocolate chips onto the mixture. Kyungsoo was good with food but he liked his food not that sweet. He always needed yours or Baekhyun’s opinion.

After mixing, he jokingly puts some of the mixture on a tiny teaspoon. “Try it.” He jokes but you open your mouth and go for the mixture.

You let your tastebuds examine it before your eyes light up at the satisfactory taste. “That’s it! You got it, Kyungsoo-oppa!” You exclaim a little too loud. Kyungsoo grinned at how you gushed over the tiniest things.

“You really are a child.” He pinched your nose and ruffled your hair. “Yah, oppa! Don’t do that!” You glared at him jokingly which made him laugh even more.

You hear someone clear their throat. You quickly turn around and see Junmyeon walking inside the kitchen.

“Young master, we weren’t expecting you. How can we help you?” Kyungsoo immediately greeted him, saving you and your flustered self. You bow your head towards Junmyeon as a late greeting. You silently hope he won’t give you shit because of this.

“I just went to check since I heard some voices.” He nodded at Kyungsoo, making the tension in the air even thicker. Baekhyun appears by the open door behind Junmyeon and his eyes widen at the site of our boss in the kitchen.

Quietly, Junmyeon turned around and walked out of the kitchen. He whispered something to Baekhyun’s ear and proceeded to walk away. You sighed after the nerve-wracking scene finally ended. Junmyeon might look gentle and soft but he is no exception to the danger all the Kims have.

“You okay, Y/N?” Kyungsoo’s worried voice made you look at him. “I’m fine, oppa. Still not used to them, I guess.” Your voice was weak and faint. You shook your head, trying to get the nervousness out of your system.

Baekhyun entered the kitchen with a worried face and you look at him questioningly. His gaze shifted to Kyungsoo and back to you. This time, he even looked more worried.

“Spill it, Baek.” You say to him confidently despite your heart beating against your chest.

“Kyungsoo, Junmyeon said to bring Y/N to the study now.” Baekhyun looked away as if that would erase the worry on his face. You were confused as to why Junmyeon would say that to Baek. He could’ve told us directly or sent me after him but he didn’t. He had to order Baekhyun and now this overthinking man was all over the place.

“It’s okay, Baek. He’s probably just pissed we’re noisy.” You try to reassure him but your voice audibly shook. “We’re fine, Baekhyun.” Kyungsoo walked to Baek’s side and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Kyungsoo beckoned you to follow him out of the kitchen. He took his apron off by the counter and started walking down the hallways of the mansion.

You sigh once again and Kyungsoo turns around for a moment. You mouth an ‘I’m fine’ to him. He walked continuously until we reached the study’s door.

Kyungsoo cautiously knocked and announced your arrival. “Bring her in.” You hear Junmyeon’s muffled voice through the door. Kyungsoo turned the doorknob and pushed the wooden door open carefully. He gave you one last glance until he gestured he would leave.

“No, Kyungsoo stay.” Junmyeon’s voice was eerily calm, it scared the living shit out of you. He was even calmer than he was when they first welcomed you. You have no idea if this was a good or bad sign.

Kyungsoo simply nodded at the boss’s order and stood by the door with an expressionless face.

You see Junmyeon smirk a little as he looked at you while signing papers on his desk. You tried to look at Kyungsoo for help but he avoided your gaze. He didn’t want any trouble with the bosses.

“Strip, Y/N.” You hear Junmyeon say this so normally, his eyes still on the pile of papers in front of him. “E-Excuse me?” You tried to ask while looking at Kyungsoo for help. “I said strip. Are you hearing impaired?” He looked at you incredulously.

You gulped at his request but nonetheless, your hands went to the hem of the dress you were wearing. Kyungsoo tried to get a hold of the doorknob but Junmyeon spoke again.

“I said stay, Kyungsoo. Are you all deaf or dumb?” Junmyeon looked at him angrily. Kyungsoo immediately retreated to where he stood earlier.

He wanted you to strip in front of Kyungsoo? What was the point of all of this?

“Strip, you fucking whore. Stop playing dumb.” This was the first time you heard Junmyeon curse and honestly, it shocked you. You only shook your head and unzipped the back of your dress.

Your dress fell to the floor as you look at Kyungsoo who had his eyes stay glued on the floor. To be in this state with Kyungsoo present made you want to run and cry, you consider him a friend and an older brother after all. Your heartbeat now doubled as you stood in the middle of the room in your underwear alone.

You hesitated to do it but you couldn’t afford Junmyeon to get angrier. Your hands unhooked your bra from behind. You took it off so slowly, it was excruciating to watch. Your fingers hooked the ends of your lace panties and you took it off afterwards too.

Junmyeon looked up from his desk, a satisfied glint in his eyes as soon as he saw you naked. You close your eyes. You were naked in front of Kyungsoo. You wanted to run and hide. He was a friend for you, how could he stomach this image of you?

Junmyeon stood up, snatching your attention away from Kyungsoo. He walked to you and you bit your lip nervously. His hand reached for your cheek as you closed your eyes in anticipation of what was about to happen. It was shame, fear and anxiety all at the same time.

“Kneel.” Junmyeon ordered you as he shifted you to a position that your side profile was more visible to Kyungsoo. You followed Junmyeon’s command and kneel in front of him.

When your knees touched the velvet floor, it felt like you lost all your dignity as a human being. You were a slave to this man and if he said you should eat dog shit, you would. He was your god, after all.

Junmyeon unzipped his pants and pushed it lower, allowing his 9-inch penis spring to life. You gulped at the sight of his masculinity and you couldn’t help but gasp when it almost touched your face.

He looked at Kyungsoo who was standing by the door, eyes still on the floor. “Kyungsoo, watch us.” Junmyeon said with so much amusement in his voice. You refused to look at Kyungsoo when he said this. You knew Kyungsoo would obey him.

“Suck on it like the whore that you are.” Junmyeon smirked and held you by your hair. You wince a little at his harsh hold but then, you knew you should follow him.

You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat and held the erect member. You opened your mouth and started to suck on the head. “Fuck.” Junmyeon audibly groaned when you let your tongue flick on his tip.

“More.” He pushed your head towards his cock more and you could feel it against your tonsils. Tears started to form in your eyes and you started to choke. You didn’t know if it was the huge penis in your mouth or the shame that you were feeling as you felt Kyungsoo’s gaze get heavier as he watched you and Junmyeon.

Tears streamed down your face but Junmyeon couldn’t care less. The choking and gasping noises you made just drove him crazier and harsher. He kept pushing you towards his cock, making you take it in as a whole every single time. Your head bobbed as more tears came. You didn’t know how something as degrading as this made you want it even more.

Junmyeon let go of your head as he threw his head back. You sucked his cock to your own accord now. You didn’t know how or when but this brought the same funny feeling you had with Minseok and Jongin.

You hold his cock as you divert your attention now to his balls. You caress them with your tongue while your hand pumped his member. “Fuck, Y/N. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The curses Junmyeon spat made you want to work for it more. He was such a formal and professional person, you found out he only cursed like this whenever he was aroused.

You went back to his large cock and let your tongue flick its tip. You taste the salty precum and assume this was a compliment from Junmyeon. You took it in as a whole and he finally released his salty and bitter juice inside your mouth.

Before you could swallow his cum, Junmyeon held your jaw and made you open your mouth. Seeing his cum on your tongue made his cock twitch and his lips smirk. “Good girl.” He praised you and you felt the tingling sensation in your femininity heighten.

“Sit.” He pushes you onto the floor. You obey him and he makes you turn, facing Kyungsoo. You see his emotionless face as he stood there idly. You turn red in embarrassment as the thought of Kyungsoo seeing you suck your boss’s dick sink in.

Junmyeon pulled your left leg forcefully, making you widen the space between them. You cringed at the sight of your wet pussy that was facing Kyungsoo. His eyes widened at the sight and Junmyeon chuckled at that.

“Won’t you look at that? You’re wet and I haven’t even touched you.” Junmyeon growled, holding your legs apart from behind. You turn away in shame but Junmyeon uses his other hand to hold your jaw in place. He wanted Kyungsoo to see you like this.

“You still think this whore is a child, Kyungsoo?” He sarcastically laughed. Kyungsoo only shut his eyes. “No, Kyungsoo, watch. Watch this child turn into my whore.” He bellowed, his hand reaching for your pussy.

You felt his middle finger flick your clit and you whimper. He starts teasing you down there while he stared at Kyungsoo’s face. He was taunting him, showing him who you truly belonged to. You belonged to the Kims as their plaything.

He pinched your clit, making you scream. Your hands went to Junmyeon’s shoulders that were behind you. Your thighs trembled and you feel yourself reach your own peak. You clutched his shoulders as you felt your release. You close your eyes shut because you knew you were gonna squirt and Kyungsoo was about to see that too.

You opened your eyes and looked at Junmyeon’s satisfied face but stubbornly, he went on. He kept teasing your clit even if you already came. His gaze on Kyungsoo was smug and confident.

He puts a whole finger inside you so suddenly, making you jump in surprise. You bit your lip when you felt him entering and exiting your pussy so easily. You were that wet for him. For his touch.

His other hand that were holding your thighs apart travelled to your boob. The warmth of his palm against your cold breast makes you moan. “M-Master.” You manage to make out as you get wetter and wetter.

His finger started grazing your nipple as soon as he heard you begging. Jongin must’ve told him your nipples were your greatest weakpoint. You feel another release coming your way.

You cried as you reach for his shoulders for support again. You felt something gush out of you once again. You feel Junmyeon’s smirk against your bare shoulder.

You thought he was satisfied already but he kept going on. You were turning crazy now as he wanted you to come again. The finger that was entering your pussy was now below you as you rode it yourself. His hand was no longer moving. You pounded on his finger like the whore that he called you.

“Look at that, Kyungsoo.” He smugly bragged, gesturing to you who were now going crazy for his touch. He removed his hand from below you.

You were disappointed but he quickly crawled to your other side, his face now in your pussy. He was placing soft kisses on the inside of your thigh. He lets his tongue run down your vagina and you feel yourself tremble once again.

“I know that face.” Junmyeon declares as he sees you squirm. He beckoned Kyungsoo to come nearer. You hid your face in your palms immediately, blocking your sight as quickly as you could. You feel Junmyeon’s warm palm hit your pussy and that was enough to send you over the edge again.

You feel another wave of release coming. Tears once again came back to your face as you squirted for the third time today.

You fluttered your eyes open and you wanted to hide immediately. Horror entered your system. You see Kyungsoo’s face in between your legs. His cheeks were wet from your juice while Junmyeon stood behind him, smirking.

“See, she’s a bad girl, Kyungsoo. A slut, even.” Junmyeon licked his lips, an amused glint in his eyes. Shame was an understatement for how you were feeling right now. He was my oppa. He wasn’t supposed to see this, what more feel it on his face?

Junmyeon pushed Kyungsoo away from you. He replaced Kyungsoo’s position, his member still erect.

He enters you without any difficulty. You were so wet, his dick easily slid in and out of you. He rocked you as you laid limp on the floor.

He was grunting as he thrusted every time, hitting your G-spot. He pulled out immediately, letting his cum land on your bare stomach. You come one last time and this earns you a chuckle from Junmyeon.

You sighed when it was finally done. “You can go now, Kyungsoo.” Junmyeon smirked as he stood. Kyungsoo immediately raced out of the study. He must’ve been traumatized and that made you guilty.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Junmyeon formally said, pulling his pants up. He was back to himself after that final release. His pent up frustration might have been the reason why he switches personality when aroused.

You stood up too. You picked your clothes up from the floor and wore it back. Junmyeon nonchalantly returned to his desk and continued with his paperworks.

You were about to exit but Junmyeon spoke once again, his eyes still concentrating on the paper on his desk.

“Lesson for today, Y/N: Never make me jealous. I hate hearing you squeal and call someone else oppa.”

[alienheartattack]

What do you think the aot characters would major in college? I’d love to hear your hcs on this!

Ooh, this is fun! Thank you for the ask! I had a college AU planned out years ago but I don't think I ever decided what their majors are.

Eren and Zeke - Eldian Studies (assuming there are area studies fields, like European Studies, East Asian Studies, etc). Both of their senior theses are a little too zealous in defending the Eldian Empire and their wars. Alternately, they’re war-obsessed history majors.

Mikasa - I really like the idea of Mikasa majoring in French Language and Literature, idk it just feels right for her goth ass. (I have a fic idea that I never fleshed out where Levi goes to college after being discharged from the military and falls into a taboo-ish relationship with Mikasa, a Ph.D student who teaches his French 101 class.) I could also see her doing an East Asian Studies (or Hizuru Studies in canon) major if she wanted to dive more into her maternal ancestry.

Armin and Erwin - Political Science. I mean, duh.

Hanji - Biochemistry. Also duh.

Levi - In Agape I wrote him as a classics major because it feels like the right combination of low culture and high culture, like in the ruins of Pompeii there's graffiti from 2000+ years ago that's pretty sexual— stuff like, "Theophilus, don't perform oral sex on girls against the city wall like a dog!” (That’s a direct quote, btw.) I could also see him as a history or psychology major.

Jean - Equine Sciences (j/k). I could see him switching majors a few times before going poli sci as well, but with a different focus than Armin. I could also see Jean as an engineering student who’s a big asshole about being an engineer, but eventually gets humbled in some way (either by flaming out and being forced to switch majors or having some social comeuppance that makes him act like less of a dick).

Connie - I thought hard about this and honestly Connie does not seem like the type to be able to get through college unless he picks an easy major, something nebulous like “media studies” (which my boyfriend majored in because it was easy). No matter his major, he intentionally picks the easiest classes in order to coast his way to graduation. Alternately, he studies to become a gym teacher so he can major in essentially running around with a ball and yelling at kids.

Sasha - My joke answer was “food studies” although that is a real field that examines food within a multi-disciplinary context. Which led me to thinking that maybe Sasha might be interested in a sociology major, something that emphasizes her caring about others more so than her love of stuffing her face. (In all of my high school/college AU headcanons, Sasha is a major stoner, though. As is Connie.)

Historia - In a modern AU I’d have her go to college with the intention of following her parents’ wishes, like pre-med or pre-law, but she rebels and switches her major to something “less prestigious” that’s her actual passion, maybe something in the arts or early childhood development so she can become a preschool or kindergarten teacher.

Annie - I imagine her as a philosophy major (so she has a retort for whenever someone gets annoyed with her asking what the point of anything is) or a German language and literature major. If she goes with German, I headcanon that she actually thinks it’s a beautiful language and will defend it vigorously, even though none of her friends agree.

This has been long enough so I’ll end it here, but if you have any questions about specific characters I’ll be happy to answer them!

[kinghellcat]

Tales from the Burial Mounds, Part I

I wrote a little vignette! I think I want to make a short series of these, detailing the time Wei Wuxian and the Dafan-Wen family lived in Yiling. It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, and much longer since I shared my writing, so... be nice to me :x Thanks!

2k Rated G

Tags: Wei Wuxian & Wen Ning, feelings, a lot of feelings (dude idk how to tag)

The wind made hardly a sound as it rushed through the bare, brittle branches of the trees dotting the sides of the Burial Mounds. Though it was well into the summer, the trees remained gnarled and blackened, as though they’d been burned. Not one of them bore leaves, nor flowers, nor fruits. Indeed the only thing that grew well here were bitter wild herbs. Those and radishes. Wei Wuxian had never liked radishes, and couldn’t imagine why anyone else would. But they grew here, they fed the people here, and thus he would tend them. 

Wei Wuxian kneeled in the dirt, pulling weeds and inspecting the spindly leaves. Much of the work had already been done, but he wasn’t ready to rejoin the others yet. “Yiling Patriarch” is hardly the title he would’ve given himself -- how self-important it sounds! -- but he supposed it suited him after all. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he’d already begun feeling the pressure of supporting and protecting the people here. He had brought the remnants of the Wen clan, the Dafan-Wen, to this dreary place, and thus he would protect them. 

Only, he felt that they deserved better. Better homes, better clothes, better food certainly. A better leader too. Someone who had more, or anything at all, to offer. Eventually, Wei Wuxian’s hands came to a stop and he found himself just sitting in the radish patch alone, feeling sorry for himself. He shook his head vigorously, like he could shake the negative thoughts from his mind. He stood and stretched his arms high to the waning sunlight. 

It was probably almost dinner time. If he didn’t return to the main compound -- if you could call it that -- Wen Qing would surely give him another lecture. Heaving a mighty sigh, he brushed off his robes and made his way back to their shabby dining room/main hall/everything else room. It was made from the ruins of a temple to the fallen, all those whose bodies were buried in these hills. The irony was not lost on him; the fearsome Yiling Patriarch, the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation making his home on a literal mound of corpses and sharing meals with criminals in a desecrated temple was probably exactly what the world had expected of him. 

In reality, it was just a bunch of poor, scared people who wanted nothing more than to live in peace. The world would never get to see that, they wouldn’t even try. And why should they? Wei Wuxian thought wryly, It’s not like this is a place worth visiting. He shook his head again. Now was not the time for complaints. If the Burial Mounds weren’t worth visiting, he would at least try to make it a place worth living in. And if that meant he had to eat radish soup every night for the rest of his life, well, that was a sacrifice he was willing to make. 

He arrived with enough time to spare that Wen Qing didn’t go off on him, but she did lightly scold him for getting so dirty. Wei Wuxian just laughed it off; he had realized by now that she scolded people to show that she cared. It was sort of touching to think he was included among the people she cared for, if only she could express it more kindly… With a sharp breath, Wei Wuxian once again cut off his train of thought. If he let his mind wander toward Jiang Yanli, he might actually cry. Instead he forced himself to focus on the present, on the people around him now. 

Wen Ning had helped Granny Wen make dinner tonight, and though it was still mostly radishes, it was almost tasty. Wen Ning had apparently been quite skilled in the kitchen since he was very young. “Well, see, my sister was always busy with her studies, and after our parents died, it was only natural that it’d fall to me, right?” He had reasoned when Wei Wuxian remarked on his cooking. Underselling himself, as usual, Wei Wuxian thought. But he knew that trying to force praise on Wen Ning only made him uncomfortable, so he let it be. He settled for giving his hand a warm squeeze. 

Wen Ning shuffled his feet shyly, but squeezed Wei Wuxian’s hand in return, ever so lightly. “Thanks…” he mumbled. He withdrew his hand and returned to serving up the others, with a very small smile. Even when he was alive, Wen Ning hadn’t been the most expressive person, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel deeply. On the contrary, it was the strength and breadth of the feelings he left unexpressed that had allowed Wei Wuxian to return him to life, or something close to it. All his leftover resentment and fury at the abuse he and his family suffered before his death, on top of a lifetime of being looked down on and ignored, had turned him into a frighteningly powerful fierce corpse. 

But that rage was tempered by an even greater kindness. For all his anger at the injustices of the world, Wen Ning was a gentle young man. Sweet, even. Juxtaposed with his ferocity on the battlefield, one might assume he was two different people. Wei Wuxian laughed, thinking that if only people could see the great and terrible Ghost General serving soup to his aunties and cousins, they couldn’t possibly find him so frightening. They couldn’t possibly hate him. Wei Wuxian had already cursed himself a thousand times for turning such a good, kind person into a weapon, to be feared and reviled by the rest of the cultivation world. But what else could he have done? Let him die? He could never have forgiven himself for doing nothing. 

Wei Wuxian sighed. He wasn’t doing a very good job at staying positive tonight. He finished his soup, down to the last wretched radish, and excused himself. Wen Qing side-eyed him as he slunk away, but if she was suspicious or concerned for him, she didn’t say so. She returned her attention to her family, and reached across the table to wipe a dribble of soup from Wen Yuan’s chin. “A-Yuan, slow down or you’ll make a mess.” The little boy nodded, but continued to slurp loudly and messily. Wen Qing shook her head, but she smiled fondly. 

Wei Wuxian’s mind threatened to wander to his sister again. How he wished to see her again! But how could he, after his unceremonious departure from the Jiang sect? Jiang Cheng would never allow it, and frankly, he wouldn’t want Yanli to see this sorry place. He wanted nothing more than to taste her cooking again, to rest his head on her shoulder while she comforted him… His fingers curled into fists at his sides and he squeezed his eyes shut. It wouldn’t do to start crying while anyone was still awake. 

The inside of the Demon-Subdue Cave was just as shabby as the rest of the settlement, worse maybe, considering that it was literally a dark, creepy cave. But Wei Wuxian had claimed the spot for his own, and the Wens knew better than to bother him here. There was plenty of space to tinker, which meant there was plenty of space to make messes. There were crumpled papers, faulty talismans, and half-finished inventions littered all across the floor and on the flat, raised stones that functioned as tables. Wei Wuxian stepped carefully around them as he made his way to the back of the cave where his bed stood. It was another raised stone platform, just long enough to lay on, with a moth-eaten blanket thrown haphazardly over it. He stretched out lazily, his shoulders popping and spine cracking loudly. Though it seemed almost pointless to try, he got as comfortable as he could and tried to sleep.

Sure enough, sleep evaded him. He tried over and over again to clear his mind and relax, but failed every time. Waves of melancholy lapped at him, shot through with deep regret. Why did I do this? How could I leave Yunmeng? How could I betray Jiang Cheng and shijie? One half of him lamented, desperately wishing for his soft bed in his nice clean room back at Lotus Pier. The other half tried to reason with him: I had to do something. I couldn’t let the Wens die! My dream has always been to stand on the side of justice. Isn’t that what I’m doing? It was a solid argument but still he had trouble convincing himself. 

He got up and surveyed his many abandoned projects. Maybe he could distract himself with his inventions. He’d been meaning to work on improving his Compass of Evil. Scooping up his prototypes and sitting at his makeshift desk, he examined the parts and the enchantments he’d placed on them. He took the latest version apart and put it back together, but couldn’t think of what to add, what to do differently. Frustration mounting, he gripped the compass and hurled it across the cave with all his might.

It hit the wall and broke into pieces. A yelp from the darkness startled Wei Wuxian from his seething. Wen Ning took a step into the dim candlelight. “Master Wei… are you well?” He asked. Since his resurrection he had lost his stutter and most of his nervous twitches, but he was still shy, and polite to a fault. His long, dark hair was loose around his shoulders, nearly blending in with the darkness, making his ghostly pale face stand out among the gloom. “You left dinner much earlier than usual… I wanted to check on you sooner, but Wen Qing kept stopping me.” 

“I’m fine,” Wei Wuxian lied. “Thanks for worrying, though.” He tried to smile but must have failed; Wen Ning looked thoroughly unconvinced.

“Forgive me, Master Wei, but I’m not stupid. I can tell something is bothering you… I want to help you if I can.” He took a few steps forward, but stayed out of reach, like he was afraid to approach Wei Wuxian. Was his poor mood so obvious? Wei Wuxian stood and closed the gap between them, ignoring the flash of panic in Wen Ning’s eyes. 

“Oh Wen Ning. I know you’re not stupid.” He started, laying a hand on Wen Ning’s arm. Wen Ning’s posture relaxed a little. “But really, it’s fine. You help me with so much already! You don’t have to worry about a bad day.” 

“Master Wei--” Wen Ning tried to argue, but Wei Wuxian cut him off.

“Haven’t I told you to stop calling me that?” He laughed. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Wen Ning stared for a moment, eyes wide. “Friends…” he echoed. “Right… Sorry Mas-- er… um.” He fumbled his words, eloquent as always. Suddenly he seemed very interested in the ground.

Wei Wuxian laughed for real this time. Maybe he was teasing him too much, but it really was a lot of fun. And at least he seemed distracted from trying to talk to Wei Wuxian about his feelings. Just to lay it on thick, he reached out for Wen Ning’s chin and tipped it up so they were looking each other in the eyes. “Repeat after me: Wei. Wu. Xian.” He said clearly.

If Wen Ning could still blush, he would surely have gone beet red by now. “Wei…” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Wei Wuxian.”

“Good!” Wei Wuxian smiled, patting Wen Ning’s cheek gently. It had actually felt a little nice for Wen Ning to drop some of his usual reverent formality. 

Wen Ning shifted his gaze to the ground again. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times, trying to find the right words. After a few moments, he clenched his jaw and made eye contact with Wei Wuxian again. “Wei Wuxian,” he repeated, with more confidence than Wei Wuxian had ever heard from him. “As your friend, I am worried about you. Even if I can’t help… At least let me care.” His expression was subtle, but the knit of his eyebrows and the set of his jaw spoke volumes. He was serious. 

Wei Wuxian didn’t have a response to that. He simply blinked a few times before a single tear slipped out. With a gasp, he took a step away and turned his back. Stop it stop it stop it! He yelled at himself. A firm hand grasped his shoulder. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But you don’t have to be alone with whatever is bothering you.” Wen Ning said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Wei Wuxian was still for a long time. At last, he nodded and turned back around. He mustered up a watery smile for his friend. “Thank you. I’m glad to have a friend like you.” They sat together quietly for a while and eventually Wei Wuxian couldn’t hold back his tears. He was just thankful he managed to keep the pitiful wailing to a minimum. When he finally felt as if he had run out of tears, Wei Wuxian was exhausted. He’d been tired for days now, unable to relax enough to get any rest, but now he could barely resist the thrall of sleep. He figured this must be his body finally giving up on him. His eyelids fluttered and he swayed a little. Immediately, Wen Ning reached out to steady him, and looked at him quizzically. He leaned into Wen Ning, resting his head on his shoulder, smiling vaguely before blacking out completely.

[girlinthecorner19]

Rinku

Chapter 1: Zuko Alone

Heeeyyy so idk how to do a master list so if someone could help me with that, what would just swell. I am currently writing chapter 2 so you don't have to wait long for an update! It will probably be out by the end of the weekend. I start work again on the 13th so I won't update as often :,(

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Zuko was alone and starving. He could still smell the cooking meat from the fire if the family he passed. He once again clutched his grumbling stomach and sighed as he swayed with the movements of the ostrich horse. He felt weak sucking the last drop of water. His eyes drooped before me momentarily closed them. He shook his head awake once he saw the haunting images of his mother though. He needed to keep going.

"Hey you there!" A voice called out. He jumped slightly at the sudden noise and looked around for its source, sounded like a girl. The mystery girl jogged up to him, he squinted as she came forward. She was wearing tan clothes that covered almost her whole body so she blended in with the dry dirt surrounding. He wasn't able to see her face until she uncovered it as she approached.

"It's been a while since I've seen anyone out here, mind if I walk with you?" She flashed him an inocente smile, but Zuko internally groaned.

The last thing he needed was more distractions.

Picking up on Zuko's hesitant looks she held up her hands. "I carry no weapons." She looked at his dual sword, but her cheerful expression didn't change till she looked over him and his Ostrich. Her face changed to potty. "but I have some supplies. Your ostrich looks just as tired as you do." Zuko studied her up and down. Her hair was up in a loose bun, a few strands framed her tanned skin. She flashed a big smile trying to ease him. He looked into her eyes. Earth Kingdom, which made sense, he was in the Earth Kingdom. But they were suck a striking emerald color, dark flex of forest green sprinkled in. He took in her beauty, but quickly shook his thoughts away. He didn't have time for beautiful, mysterious girls who came up to him promising him food.

I'm fine, you should be on your way." The girl shook her head, looking into his ostrich's eyes. Much to his dismay she stroked the animals face. It let out a pitiful sign.

"He is exhausted, you would both do well to stop." She looked up at him no longer smiling, a much more serious look on her face. It felt like she was staring into his soul. He squirmed in his saddle. "I insist you at least stop by my camp for rest, please." The way she said please almost sounded like her life depended on it.

He signed, she looked stubborn but he didn't know who to trust so he unsheathes his swords. She took a step back, looking shocked.

"Please I mean no harm I—" she pleaded

"I'm just trying to keep myself safe, I'm not attacking." He inhaled "I've been traveling a while, I don't know who to trust." His expression stiffened in crontrast she flashed another smile and took the reins of his animal. He was tired, and he did need food. She looked harmless and he was sure he could beat her if it came down to it, so might as well accept her kindness.

"I understand. It's not too far away, so don't worry." She reached into her bag, Zuko was ready to strike, and took two apples tossing one to him and fed the other to his horse. "Does he have a name?"

"No."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

She nodded but didn't question him further. There was a pause, only the crunching sound of sand and dirt under feet and the ostrich's hooves.

"Do you have a name?" He asked

"Yes." She said in a husckly voice, Zuko assume she was mocking him. After a few snickers she continued "my name is Nya.

Nya, it fit her.

****

Zuko examined the campsite. It was nice he had to admit. A fast flowing stream of crystal clear water, lots of bush and trees for cover, she had a nice camp fire set up and a tent near it. It was like an oasis in the almost desert like area of the earth kingdom.

She led his horse to the stream where it drank eagerly. Taking a small cup from her bag, she filled it with the cool water and handed it to Zuko. He eagerly drank it. Nya eyed him as he gulped the water down. She blushed slightly, when he caught her staring.

"Can I have some more?" He asked politely

"Streams right there, I'm going to make us some tea."

Tea, it made him think of his uncle making him smile slightly. Once he filled his water he sat by the fire watching Nya with interest.

She looked skinny, which made sense with the amount of fashions she had. She is cute though. He huffed, causing Nya to look at him confused hold yourself together Zuko, you're on a mission. Honor is far more important than a cute girl.

They made conversation, mostly one sided by Nya as she cooked the fish and some sort of cabbage. But they sat in silence as they ate. She didn't have much food. He noted after their small meal she only had an apple, and a few berries left. She had offered the rest to him, but he felt pity, which was slightly unexpected.

She cleaned the tin dishes in the stream before sitting by the fire. She looked at the sunset then into Zuko's eyes.

"You are welcome to stay here for the night. I've got an extra sack and pillow if you need it." She offered.

He shook his head "I appreciate your generosity, I'm a stranger yet you gave me food and shelter, but I really should be getting on my way. I say a villiage just ahea—"

"They charge way too much for inns, you will never be able to afford it. They jacked up the prices since the war." Her eyes once again pleaded with him. "Please, stay." And once again she said please like her life depended on it.

Zuko felt confused, "why do you want me to stay so much, you don't know me." He asked.

Nya's face went red and she became flustered as she stumbled over her words. "I—um—"

"Spit it out!" Zuko barked. She sputtered, "come on!"

"I JUST DONT WANT TO BE ALONE!" Nya finally said. He was taken aback, inhaling sharply. She lowered her head. "I don't have very much food because people see me as weak and steal my food. Some... men..." she stopped and tears rolled down her face.

Zuko, not equipped to deal with crying girls, looked at her, eyes wide. He felt his heartened heart soften slightly. He wanted to protect her...maybe he'd just stay the night.

She cried softly to herself, and looked up. "Sorry, we just met and now I'm crying to you about my problems." She laughed slightly.

"I'll stay with you." He said looking up at the orange sky.

She gasped and lunged forward putting her arms around his neck. Zuko was ready to fire bend her right off of him, but the way it made him feel changed his mind. Her embrace, though was meant to comfort her, comforted him too.

What is it with this girl. He thought as he awkwardly patted her back.

"Thank you." She whispered before parting.

****

Zuko lied awake, unable to sleep for multiple reasons. One she had said she gets stolen from and also... he just couldn't see why anyone would want to hurt her. She's just a nice girl. Two he didn't like sleeping next to people he didn't know. And three this girl could potentially be a major set back. In the hours of knowing her she had managed to make him blush, and think of her as cute and beautiful.

She is... he thought as he rolled onto his side, watching her peaceful expression on her face and the steady rise and fall of her chest. Damn he thought angrily and rolled to his back.

He didn't know when he fell asleep but he was awoken by rustling in the bushes. He instantly got up and too his swords out of the sleeping sack.

He circled the camp site, but it was silent.

"Show yourself you coward." He whispered.

The tree above him shook, and he quickly drew back. "So the little girl got herself a bodyguard. I'll make quick work if you, kid" the slimy voice above him said.

"We will see about that." Zuko gritted his teeth. And debated whether he should firebend this bitch into next week make the first move.

The man jumped out of the tree. He wore a hood, but Zuko could tell from his build he was a grown man. Anger built inside of him at the thought of him taking advantage of a young girl who couldn't be older than 17.

"You're just a kid what are you going to do?" He taunted.

But his eyes widened with shock when Zuko rushed I'm with speed he didn't expect. Swords clashed. The thief backed away, but Zuko quickly advanced. And with one swift move he disarmed him.

"You are one of the most dispicable humans out there. You pray on the weak, and steal from the poor. Only picking a fight with those you know cannot defend themselves." He spat at him, holding both swords to his throat. "Give me one reason I shouldn't end your life."

"I—please have mercy I'll never bother her again I promise!" He sank to his knees and begged.

"Scum! Of course you won't because I'm going to—"

"Zuko STOP!" Nya rushed over to him grabbing his arm to lower the sword. He did but kept eye contact with the thief.

"He should pay for his crimes." He growled his left sword almost touching the thief's throat.

"Yes, but not by death he will be put in jail. Or maybe the soldiers in the city will rough him up a bit. But death in not for us to decide." She stepped in front of Zuko and lowered both of the swords.

He huffed "you would get along great with my sister." He said sarcastically. Zuko looked back down at the man who was shaking with fear then back to Nya. "Got any rope?"

****

It was morning by the time Zuko got back to Nya's campsite. He tossed her some gold pieces. She looked up confused.

"Turns our he was a wanted thief so, I got some bounty from it." Zuko said as he began packing up his things.

"You're leaving so soon?" She asked.

"Yeah." Zuko stopped packing and looked into her eyes, but they were angry. "You know," he drew his swords, Nya's heart dropped and she stepped back. "I realized something you said while I was traveling back."

She continued to step back, but panicked once she hit a tree. Sweat dripping down her face. "What is that?"

Zuko stepped forward his face inches away. "How do you know my name?"

She gasped, scared if she told the truth he would think she was lying and kill her. "You're Prince Zuko, everyone knows who you are!"

He shook his head. "No. People know my name, but not many out fo the fire nation would know what I look like." He was so close she could feel his breath on her face. And even though she feared for her life, a light rose tint painted itself on her cheeks. She stared into his golden eyes.

"I...I don't actually know..." she looked down, tear fell from her eyes which made Zuko hesitant and step back. "I can't explain it, but when I say you on the road... something inside me told me I needed to talk to you. And the more I was with you the more I felt I was connected to you. And then as I was sleeping I had a—a vision I guess." She looked back up, Zuko's mouth parted at the determination in her eyes. "And now I'm sure that I'm supposed to travel with you Zuko! I know I'm supposed to help you find the Avatar!"

Aaaah I can't tell if this is good XD. Let me know what you think and thank you so much for reading.

Writing this is actually more difficult than I thought. Writing for Zuko is challenging, but good practice for difficult characters. Like he's kinda an ass but also he's fighting with himself bc he secretly do want to be good. So writing his interactions with Nya is kinda tough. I'm also very thirsty for Zuko so I just wanna write some heavy make out scene. I'm going to write smut but I'm trying to go easy on it. But I want to but can't bc Zuko is not a slut so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.  But also I'm like choke me you sexy son of a bitch. Wow I have no chill ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

[lordclover]

A Burning Rose

So I started a fanfic a while ago on Ao3 and never posted it to tumblr c’: idk for sure if I’ll post weekly updates here too, but I thought I’d give it a go! 

Summary:  Arthur had always been curious in strangers he's encountered. He's stopped one too many times to talk to people, helped people for no particular reason, and had gotten mixed results. He'd been shot before because of it and met decent folk. At the end of the day he always had a unique story to write in his journal, a memento of his experiences. One day he spotted a horse on its own and decided to investigate. His curiosity leads him to meet a photographer that he'd never expect to find similarities in, yet the more time he spends with her the more he realizes they're kindred spirits.

Chapter One:  Arcadia for Amateurs

               Arthur had been heading down an empty path towards Strawberry, hoping to find the trapper, when he spotted a horse in a forest grove. He watched as it vanished among the trees and he frowned. Slowly Arthur looked around, searching for a smoke trail. No one was camping, but that didn’t mean the horse was alone.

              He spurred Whiskey on, but couldn’t help but look back at the horse. Arthur sighed.

              “Let’s just make sure they’re alright,” Arthur told Whiskey. “Ain’t no harm checkin’.”

              He knew that wasn’t true, some folks reacted badly to anyone getting close. Yet Arthur couldn’t stop himself from wanting to make sure the horse was accompanied by someone. He was already heading towards Strawberry; he could bring it by the stables if it was alone. Make some money as well.

              He guided Whiskey towards where he’d seen the horse and studied the ground to follow where it’d gone. Going hunting with Charles had made him a significantly better tracker. He still wasn’t great, but he had gotten better. He reckoned he’d never be a fantastic hunter, but that didn’t matter much. As long as he could provide food for the gang, he was content.

              He spotted the horse not far away; she was standing still then. Arthur dismounted Whiskey and walked over to the American standardbred. She was a gorgeous horse, a dappled tan with a well-kept mane. An expensive horse, but worth every penny. Her saddle and bridle matched her well, both rather expensive. The saddle he couldn’t justify as much as the horse, his own saddle was just as good and half the price. The horse looked up at him, before flicking her ear and looking to the right. Arthur followed her gaze to a woman standing by a camera of some sort. She had soft blonde hair pulled back into a neat bun. She looked completely out of place in the woods, her skirt too clean, her hair too well kept. Arthur frowned at her curiously, unable to force himself to walk back to Whiskey. She said something under her breath and looked up at a bag that was laying a couple yards in front of her camera. He couldn’t stop himself from wandering closer, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

              “Morning to you,” Arthur said as he approached, trying not to startle her.

              She turned to look at him, her light green eyes evaluating him with one quick look, leaving him taken aback. She was beautiful, a kind of beautiful that made him question why she was here. After being in Valentine for so long, it was strange to see a woman that seemed respectable. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but she wasn’t it.

              Her expression was calculated, he knew she was already planning ahead, steps ahead of him. It was the same look Hosea had when he was planning something.

              “Hello,” she said, her accent noticeably French. Her voice was silky and so smooth he wondered if she’d ever misspoken.

              “Lovely day isn’t it?” she asked.  

              “Sure,” Arthur said with a slight shrug.

              It was a good day for him, he hadn’t been shot at yet. His standards had gotten pretty low in the past few weeks.

              He couldn’t help but noticed the necklace she was wearing. It was partially hidden, the pendant under her shirt. It was an expensive necklace; he could tell even with part of it obscured. He was willing to bet it was at least sixty, maybe more depending on the pendant. He wondered if she’d encountered trouble before, if that was why it was hidden. Surely, she knew that anyone with a keen eye would know its worth even with part of it hidden. Why even wear it?

              He’d only spent a second taking this in, but she seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. She studied him with an uncertain frown, her eyes drifting to his gun briefly. He waited for her next move, more than willing to leave if she didn’t want him around. In truth he’d probably stolen from people like her, well… there wasn’t any questioning it, he had. They’d strayed from their Robin Hood mentality, but Arthur was trying not to rob decent folk. At least when he could, lately it felt like they were forced more and more to do it whatever it took to survive.

              She turned back to her camera and Arthur frowned.  Wasn’t she afraid? She’d noticed him studying her necklace, yet she had her back to him. She fiddled with something, before frowning again. She looked up towards the bag once more.

              “If you don’t mind me askin’, what exactly are you doin’?”

              “Photography,” the woman said.

              “Figured as much,” Arthur said.

              “Of course,” she said with a small chuckle. “You’ll have to forgive me, I am not… well I’m not as good at this as I’d like to be.” She looked back up at the bag and shifted the camera ever so slightly. She studied it again and shifted the camera once more. “I have been photographing wildlife, but… it is a difficult venture.”

              She walked away from the camera and towards the bag. Arthur peered over the camera and examined it curiously, before following her. She noticed this and smiled slightly. He returned it instantly.

              “Stand here, would you?” she asked.

              “Here?” Arthur asked as he walked over to where she directed.

              She nodded and then frowned in thought. She stepped in front of him, looked back at her camera, and then put her hands on his arms, shifting him over. He obediently moved and she studied him again. She took a step back, seemingly satisfied. Arthur smiled slightly in amusement. He reckoned he didn’t know much about photography, but he was beginning to wonder just how much she knew.

              “Juliette Bellerose,” she said as she offered her hand.

              “Arthur Morgan,” he said as he accepted her hand.

              She shook his hand.

              “Pleasure to meet you,” Juliette said.

              “Likewise,” Arthur said.

              She started back towards her camera.

              “I’m trying to capture images of the great predators in America,” Juliette explained.

              “You trying to get yourself killed?” Arthur asked in disbelief.

              “No,” Juliette said simply.

              “Isn’t there easier things to photograph?”

              “Oh of course, monsieur Morgan, but I love a challenge,” Juliette said.

              There was a word he didn’t know, monsieur. He didn’t have a strong enough grasp on English to know if it was foreign, but he figured it was French. He wasn’t about to ask, unwilling to prove himself an idiot yet.

              “Portraits ain’t challenging enough?” Arthur mused.

              “Portraits are so dull… people always dress up, they might as well paint a picture, it’d be just as accurate,” Juliette said with distaste. “It’s painfully pretentious as well.”

              He wouldn’t call her pretentious, but he was growing more and more certain she’d been around plenty of pretentious people. She certainly didn’t grow up among wildlife.

              “How’s that?” Arthur asked.

              “People love to pretend they’re something they’re not,” Juliette explained. “But… the truth always gets out, somehow.”

              He watched as she fiddled with the camera for a moment. Juliette smiled in satisfaction and stepped away from the camera.

              “Thank you,” Juliette said.

               He nodded and walked back over to her.

              “So how exactly are you planning on photographing predators without getting killed?” Arthur asked.

              “I have been trying to make bait out of meat and lay it out far enough that they’ll hopefully be more interested in it than me.”

              “That doesn’t sound very safe,” Arthur said.

              “I am still alive,” Juliette said with a small shrug. “I’ve lasted longer in America than I thought.”

              That was a curious mentality to hear from someone like her. Still alive. Why even come out here if she figured she was going to die? Surely someone like her didn’t have to be, must have had options.

              “That’s good, I reckon,” Arthur said.

              “I’ve gotten some good photos, but I’m afraid I only have one down.”  

              Arthur raised an eyebrow, but she simply smiled. He shook his head as it finally dawned on him. She had a knowing look in her eyes and seemed amused.

              “Clever, miss Bellerose,” he chuckled.

              “Juliette is fine,” she said. “I’m afraid predators have proven harder than I had planned, although I have gotten several-”

              Her gaze shifted over and her eyes widened. Arthur turned to see a coyote at her bag, nuzzling it curiously. Arthur stepped out of the cameras way as Juliette snapped a photograph. The coyote looked up at the snap of the camera. It grabbed the bag and dashed off.

              She said somethin’ in a language he didn’t understand, his guess was French but he couldn’t be certain. Her tone expressed enough for him to guess what she was saying, she sounded awfully annoyed by the coyote’s thievery.  

              “Don’t worry,” Arthur said as he started to chase after it.

              The coyote sprinted up the hill and Arthur followed as close as he could. They went up the hill and down towards an outpost.

              “Leave the bag!” Arthur called after it.

              The coyote ignored him and ran down to the outpost. Coyotes were fast, but this one was burdened by the bag. It continued for a while further, before finally dropping the bag and darting away. It was lucky, Arthur had considered just shooting it. He walked over to the bag.

              “A wildlife photographer,” Arthur scoffed as he picked it up.

              He started back through the outpost and towards where she’d set up. Her smile was still at the forefront of his mind. One down. He knew she’d called him a predator, but he couldn’t help wonder why she wasn’t afraid of him. She knew he wasn’t just a traveler. Might figure him a bounty hunter, but that wasn’t much better than what he was. He hoped for her own sake she didn’t make a habit of inviting dangerous people to chat.  

              As he started down the hill, he spotted her at the camera. She looked up as she heard his footsteps.

              “Ah, thank you!” She said. “At least now I know the bait works.”

              “Yeah well, bag full of meat will tend to bring out the worst in the local population,” Arthur said as he handed it back to her.

              She accepted it, before setting it down by her camera.

              “You’re quite the gentleman,” she said.

              “Don’t know about that,” Arthur muttered.

              “Nevertheless, thank you,” Juliette said. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you, the trapper I bought the bait from wasn’t up for much negotiation… but I suppose without much competition that makes sense…”

              “No, he ain’t known for bargaining,” Arthur said. “You be careful now; you don’t want to attract the wrong animals or people.”

              “Of course,” Juliette said. “I do my best to keep out of trouble.”

              “I find that hard to believe,” Arthur said.

              “It is America, the land of trouble,” Juliette said with a smirk. “Who am I to avoid it?”

              Arthur smiled slowly, thoroughly perplexed. She seemed a smart woman, yet he couldn’t quite comprehend why she wouldn’t avoid trouble. Hunting predators wasn’t an easy feat, Hosea and him had learned that the hard way.  

“Thank you again, monsieur. I appreciate your help.”

              “Don’t worry about it,” Arthur said as he started back towards Whiskey.

              “Take care, monsieur,” Juliette said.

              “I ain’t the one tryin’ to get myself killed,” Arthur said as he mounted Whiskey.

              “I find that hard to believe,” Juliette returned.

              She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with amusement, and he chuckled. She smiled and continued to fiddle with her camera. Arthur guided Whiskey back towards the path, smiling to himself.

[ small note in case it wasn’t obvious, I replaced Albert Mason in this with my own character bc i loved the potential of him but it just wasn’t fully explored so... I wanted to explore it but then one thing led to another and now i have a different character in his role lol ] 

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[psifitopia]

help please?  whump fic

Could I get some feedback on the fic I’m writing for MacGyver May?  It’s Mac whump, where Murdoc does the comforting.  No non-con.   If you want a link to everything I’ve written on this, I’ll send it to you, but what follows is just the part where Murdoc shows up and what has happened so far after that.   General feedback is welcome, but I need to know if the emotional tensions I’m trying for are coming through or if it’s too clincal? Flat?  idk  lol  Thank you for any help! :D

Someone unexpected was coming.  Murdoc had woken up in a hotel room.  Along with some warm clothes, including a heavy, leather jacket, someone had left a letter, giving him directions to this place and the keys to a truck.  Supposedly, the person was interested in helping Murdoc destroy the Phoenix Foundation and had promised he would find something of interest here.  Well, Murdoc was certainly intrigued.  He had parked a few yards back from his destination and was stealthily making the rest of the trip on foot.  Fortunately, his supposed benefactor had left him a gun and some bullets.  Murdoc had thoroughly inspected both, taking the gun apart and cleaning it, before deciding it was safe to use.  

Hearing the roar of a truck approaching, Murdoc disappeared into the shadows of the surrounding trees, waiting until the truck was gone, before moving ahead.  He approached his destination from the side, noticing movement in the back.  Murdoc crept around, watching as a man shoveled dirt into a grave.  Gregory.  Murdoc recognized him from his own past, doing jobs for the Organization.  Gregory's task was about half done. Weirdly, a hollow tube was sticking up from the site.  Noticing the cross, Murdoc crept around to read what it said:  Angus MacGyver. Laid to rest November 24th, 2019.

Without thinking, Murdoc aimed and fired his gun, killing Gregory instantly. Murdoc ran forward.  Surely the tube was for breathing?  The thought that MacGyver was already dead was...unacceptable.  Murdoc ignored his own racing heart, telling himself it was just from exertion.  Grabbing the shovel, he began removing the dirt from the grave, working furiously.  He forced himself not to think or examine his own motives.  He'd get his boyscout out and come up with excuses later.  After a couple of feet, the shovel hit something softer than dirt and a cry of pain could be heard clearly.  Tossing the shovel away, Murdoc began clawing the dirt out with his bare hands.  

The cry of pain echoed through Murdoc's mind in an alarming way, as he worked, the icy soil tearing at his fingers.  The closest comparison he could find for the sensation was the way he felt, whenever Cassian was crying.  Not fitting at <i>all</i>, he told himself, scornfully.  

With enough dirt cleared, MacGyver struggled into a sitting position, taking deep, gulping breaths from the tube.  Murdoc drew a knife, then cut away the tape holding the tube in place and the ties around his feet and hands.  Uneasily, Murdoc took in MacGyver's state.  The boyscout was nearly naked and shivering violently.  Even through the light layer of dirt on MacGyver, Murdoc could see his injuries, the dirt, mixed with blood, clinging to the cuts.  Fierce anger and protectiveness welled up in him.  No!  Not protectiveness, <i>possessiveness</i>, Murdoc told himself angrily, but he didn't listen, not even to himself.  

Murdoc froze, eyes wide, when MacGyver's gaze focused on him.

"Murdoc?" MacGyver asked, confused, almost not believing it.

He was too cold, tired, and wounded to hide his vulnerability.  He gazed at his nemesis and trembled, waiting for whatever would come, shoving away the part of him that wanted to hope.  Murdoc just nodded slightly at him, a strange expression blazing in his dark eyes.  He looked...alarmed?  MacGyver winced, as icy water started falling on him, the sky opening up and delivering sheets of sleet on their heads.  Murdoc gave an angry hiss, launching to his feet.  Too weak to fight, MacGyver wrapped his arms around his knees, trying to control his shaking.  To his surprise, Murdoc scooped MacGyver up into his arms, holding him close.  They made it to the door in just a few strides of Murdoc's long legs.

Fortunately, Gregory and Mason had left the door unlocked.  Murdoc got it open and carried MacGyver inside, like a groom carrying his bride over a threshold.  The thought made MacGyver giggle hysterically.  

"Don't you lose it on me, Boyscout," Murdoc said, fuming.  "You're going to explain what's going on to me!"

MacGyver nodded, though he wanted to tell Murdoc he didn't know.  What did Murdoc have to do with any of this?  Shouldn't he already know, himself?  The questions became unimportant, as Murdoc found the bathroom and set MacGyver on the sink.  Murdoc grabbed the box of handi-wipes sitting on the back of the toilet and began cleaning away the dirt that clung to MacGyver.  MacGyver cried out in pain, surprised, when Murdoc stopped for a moment or two, before continuing.

"I know, Boyscout, but we have to get you warmed up and those cuts and burns tended," Murdoc said, grimly.  "Just take it easy."  

MacGyver nodded, too confused to be worried, as Murdoc cleaned him.  Once that was done, Murdoc grabbed a towel from the rack and dried MacGyver's hair.  MacGyver let him, his thoughts rolling around.  Why?  Why was Murdoc helping him?  How had the assassin even <i>found</i> him?   MacGyver wasn't as surprised as he wanted to be, that Murdoc had managed to escape.  It was kind of his thing, really.  MacGyver tried not to be touched by the care he was receiving.  He couldn't afford that.  

"I'm not thinking clearly," MacGyver told Murdoc, the words trying to twist his tongue into knots.

He was fairly certain it was a stupid thing to say, anyway.

"You're in no condition to be thinking," Murdoc said, dryly, going through the medicine cabinet, then the drawers on the side of the sink.  "Just...worry about it later."

Murdoc found a thermometer and popped it into MacGyver's mouth, then continued rummaging. He managed to find antibiotic ointment, dressing, and bandage tape.  The thermometer went off and Murdoc took it out, studying the reading, with a grimace.  

"Ninety-five point nine," Murdoc announced.  "You are on the verge of hypothermia."

"Fun," MacGyver replied.  "Explains the exhaustion, shivering, nausea..."

"Shut up, Boyscout," Murdoc advised.

He liberally slathered MacGyver's burns and wounds with the ointment, then bandaged them.  MacGyver gave a sigh, still shaking from cold.  He sneezed, the sound almost startling him into falling off the sink.  Murdoc chuckled, catching him.

"Easy, Angus.  You're gonna end up with a fever, if we don't get you warm, soon.  Stay right here.  I'm going to find you some clothes."

MacGyver considered obeying.  He felt weak and disoriented.  But, breathing deeply, he caught the faint scent of wood smoke.  Stumbling and catching at the walls for balance, he followed it and found himself in a cozy living room with a blazing fire roaring in the fireplace.  Had Murdoc had time to do that?  Or was it Gregory?  Would he have doused the fire, before leaving?  Or, had he left?  Shivering, MacGyver sat as close to the fire as he could stand, staring into the flames and listening to the crackling of the wood.  Something glinted and caught his eye.  A sliver of glass was at the edge of the fire, surrounded by black plastic.  

His cell phone.  His cell phone was in the fire.  It must have been there for a while, he mused.  It was almost all gone, melted away.

"MACGYVER!" Murdoc shouted from the bathroom.

MacGyver started, then blinked.  Wow.  The man certainly had a good set of lungs.  He ignored the note of concern in the man's voice.  MacGyver was probably just imagining it, anyway.  He took a breath.

"Here!" he called, the sound coming out weakly and inducing a coughing fit.  

Murdoc strode into the room, his face set into hard lines.  His expression softened a bit when he spotted MacGyver and the fire.  He held up MacGyver's leather coat, which was on top of a pile of MacGyver's clothes.

"Looky what I found, Boyscout.  Your ridiculous jacket!  Come on, get dressed," Murdoc ordered, dropping the clothes beside MacGyver.  

Nodding, MacGyver reached for his pants, but his fingers weren't cooperating.  It took him a try or two, before managing to snag the pants and draw them closer.  Once he had them, he sat, looking at them, feeling clumsy.  He looked up, when Murdoc sighed.  Reaching out, he took the pants back and grabbed MacGyver's foot.  MacGyver peered owlishly at his own extremity, wondering what Murdoc wanted with it.  Murdoc drew the foot into the pants' leg, then grabbed the other one, repeating the move.  MacGyver picked at the bunched up cloth around his knee, making Murdoc laugh.  He slipped MacGyver's feet into his socks, then stood.

"Can you stand on your own?" Murdoc asked.

"I don't know," MacGyver answered mildly, making no move to find out, too tired to care.

"Well, then," Murdoc said dryly, putting his hands under MacGyver's armpits and lifting him to his feet.  

"You're strong," MacGyver told him, blinking.  

"Yes, I am," Murdoc agreed, somewhere between amused and alarmed.  

The cold was definitely getting to his boyscout's magnificent brain.  Murdoc lifted MacGyver's hands up above his shoulders.

"Keep those there," he ordered.

MacGyver obeyed, head tilted in curiosity.  Murdoc slipped MacGyver's sweater over his head, placing his hands into the sleeves and tugging them into place.  

"There.  Now, you're all cozy and ready for bed," Murdoc said, cheerfully.

"Bed?  It's not dark out.  I haven't even had lunch!"

"I'm going to get some food together, while you take a nap and warm up."

"I'm thirsty," MacGyver complained.  

"I'll bring you some broth."

Murdoc led MacGyver into a bedroom, maneuvering him into the middle of a king-sized bed.  He started to drape the blankets over MacGyver, but the boyscout began thrashing, shoving the blankets away.  

"Stop it, Angus.  You need to get warm."

"No!  I don't want them."

"Tough," Murdoc said ruthlessly, shoving MacGyver back.

"Murdoc, please!" MacGyver begged, his breath coming in heavy gasps.  "Shoot me first."

"Beg your pardon?" Murdoc asked, warily.

"Don't bury me alive.  Please."

Murdoc froze, the blankets still in his hands.  Well.  Hell.  Okay, he supposed that made sense, sort of, psychologically.

"Okay," Murdoc soothed.  "We'll find a way, without the blankets.  Lay down and I'll see what I can find."  

"Okay," MacGyver agreed, laying down.

Well, great.  Now what?  Murdoc fumed.  He ought to just strip down and use his own body heat to warm MacGyver up, but...he really did need to get them both something to eat.  He looked around, opening the bedroom closet.  Inside was a microfiber bathrobe, obviously meant for someone taller and heftier than MacGyver.  He also found a heavy, wool beanie.

"All right, these should do, in place of blankets.  Stand up and put these on."  

MacGyver struggled to his feet, wrestling with the clothes.  Murdoc disappeared for a couple of minutes, coming back with a large mug of broth.  Thoroughly layered, MacGyver drank the broth, then laid down on top of the blankets, curling in on himself.  Whatever Murdoc did next, MacGyver planned on sleeping right through it.   He fell into a blessedly dreamless, healing sleep.  

MacGyver drifted reluctantly awake, as his stomach protested being empty.  Groaning, he forced himself to sit up, rubbing at his eyes.  A warm, pungent smell that hadn't been there before drifted into the bedroom.  His stomach rumbled hungrily, as MacGyver breathed in the scent.  He wasn't sure what he was smelling, though he thought he detected carrots.  He just knew he wanted some.  MacGyver followed his nose, making his way to the kitchen and dining area.  

Murdoc sat in a chair at the heavy, wooden table, placing a spoonful of stew into his mouth.  Looking about, MacGyver spotted a large pot, being kept warm on the stove.  

"Help yourself, Angus," Murdoc invited.  "I didn't drag you out of that hole just to poison you."  

"Guess not," MacGyver agreed, roughly, going over to the stove and spooning stew into the bowl left out for him.  "How did you escape?"

"I didn't.  I was kidnapped," Murdoc claimed, amused.

"I beg your pardon?" MacGyver asked, confused.  "What does that even mean?"

"It means, my evening meal was drugged.  I fell asleep in my cell and woke up in a hotel room.  Someone left me a letter, directing me here."

"Mason," MacGyver clarified, bitterly.  "It had to be him, but why?  What does he want with you?"  

"I don't know.  Apparently, he thought I'd find your death of interest."  

"I was kind of under that impression myself."

"Oh, c'mon, MacGyver.  I'm not going to kill my best bud!" Murdoc claimed, boldly.

Somehow, he didn't think MacGyver was going to believe any future threats against his life, not that Murdoc didn't intend to still make them.   He had to have some fun!  

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Seal the Promise

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, Young Justice - Kaldur’ahm/Aqualad

Rating: PG/K+ (for le very minor smoochy-smoochy)

Original Idea: IDK I read this thing and realized I needed to give Kaldur a little love on this blog because he’s a great character.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) I literally wrote this in a few hours because it just came to me (the shower is a great place for stimulating creativity). It takes place between S1 and S2 (like maybe 3 years after S1?) because I haven’t seen S3 yet. I feel like this one has the potential for one or two more parts. Any thoughts? @welovegroot (I know it’s not BatFam but we both like YJ so I’m tagging you)

^^^^^

“Psst!” I could have sworn I heard someone whispering my name.

I turned, looking around for the noise. I was alone in the Atlantis magic school courtyard. No one else was there. It was late and I’d been studying for hours, leaving me completely by myself. “He-hello?” I called quietly. “Is someone there?” Slowly I swam over to inspect behind the pillars.

“Don’t tell me you don’t remember this from our childhood,” said a deep voice as a hand closed over my mouth to stop my scream. The arm that belonged to it brushed the gills on my neck.

I gasped through my open gills and whirled around. “Kaldur?!” I hissed. “What—How—why—?!”

Kaldur put his hand over my mouth again. “Shh! No one can know I’m here.”

I pulled away from his hand. “Kaldur what are you doing here? If anyone sees you here you’ll be arrested—”

“I need you to listen to me very carefully. I’m not what Atlantis believes me to be. I’m not actually a traitor. I’m a double agent in order to learn more about Black Manta. No one can know. You cannot tell anyone. Do you understand?”

I nodded. “I got it.”

“Good. Because I need your help. The team on the surface needs your help.”

“Uh… Kaldur… I don’t know if you’ve noticed but… I’m… me. I can’t go to the surface.” I gestured to my long blue fish tail. “I don’t have legs.”

“No, but you’re advanced enough in magic to give yourself legs.”

“Kaldur, I… I don’t know.” I shook my head.

“Please. For me. All you need to do is go to Happy Harbor in New England. It has a massive mountain on the north end of the bay. Tell the one called Nightwing that I sent you. He will immediately know what to do.” He held my forearm and shoulder urgently. “Please.”

I sighed and looked down at his chest. He was dressed almost the way he used to be before he betrayed Atlantis—or rather, “betrayed”—to join Black Manta. But just different enough that no one would initially realize it was him. “I’ll… I’ll try, Kaldur. Because you’re one of my best friends. But… I can’t make any guarantees about how well it may go. Or that I’ll even be… be able to… to give myself legs. What if I can’t get my tail back?”

“I have faith in you,” Kaldur said.

“That makes one of us,” I muttered.

Kaldur reached up and picked up the pearl on my necklace between his forefinger and thumb, twisting it back and forth on its chain before letting it fall on the webbing between his fingers so he could examine it. “I’ve thought of you often since Tula’s death,” he said. I looked away, blinking the sting of sorrow at the memory of loss out of my eyes. He pinched my chin and turned my head to face him again. “I know she was one of your best friends.”

“I’ve thought of you often as well,” I agreed. “And... I know how much you loved her.”

Kaldur’ahm smiled forlornly. “This is where you tell me that my love for her was childish.”

I shook my head. “Not anymore. When we were younger my words on the subject were born of a jaded cynicism my parents imposed on me that I’ve spent years trying to unlearn since I’m naturally more of an optimist. Those words were also, at the time, born of a jealous, selfish desire to have you for my own. A desire that I grew out of.” I met his eyes with honesty. The only lie was that I’d grown out of that desire. I most certainly had not.

My words earned me a gentle grin. “It pleases me to see you so grown-up. Though it saddens me that I’ve not been here to witness it.” He brushed some of my hair out of the way as it drifted through the water.

“Yeah. I… I really missed you, Kaldur,” I said. “It devastated me to hear you betrayed Atlantis.”

“I suspected as much. Hence why I’m telling you the truth now,” he said.

Movement caught my eye. “Oh shrimp,” I hissed.

Campus security.

I pulled my hair and swirled it up to cover my head—and Kaldur’s. I slid my fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to me. “Kiss me,” I whispered.

“I beg your par—“

“Just do it,” I replied. “Trust me.”

He did, letting his lips meet mine. I could feel his fingers tangle in some of my hair. I yanked him and pressed his back against one of the pillars where it would be harder for the guards to see who he was. His bare feet brushed against the scales of my tail as I pushed him firmer against the pillar. With my tail, he and I were the same length. However my torso was much shorter than his so I imagined that if I got legs—which I was fairly certain weren’t as long as my tail and fluke—I would be quite a bit shorter than him.

“You there!” a guard called. “Campus is closed.”

I pretended to be embarrassed at getting caught, pulling away from the kiss with a bubbly sigh out my nose, but keeping my hair upward to block Kaldur’s face from view. “We just, uh, finished studying for our exam that’s tomorrow. We were just… heading home,” I said.

“Well, get a move on,” the other guard said.

“Yes sir!” I said with a bit of a squeak. Both guards kept swimming and disappeared. “C’mon, Kaldur. It’s not safe here for you.”

“It’s not safe for me anywhere in Poseidonis,” Kaldur pointed out as I checked to make sure the coast was clear before pulling him along by the wrist away from the magic school. It could have been the bad night lighting, but I could have sworn he was blushing. I should have given him more warning before ordering him to kiss me.

“There is one place you’re safe here,” I said.

“Is that right? Where?”

“My place.” I swam through the city cautiously before we made it back to the small grotto apartment where I lived after I moved out of my parents’ place. I pushed Kaldur in ahead of me and then shut the door. “It’s not much, but no one ever visits so no one would find you here.”

“Always so kind to me,” Kaldur said. I glanced at him over my shoulder.

“You’re one of my best friends, Kal,” I muttered. If anyone else called him Kal they’d get a water-hammer to the gut. But I’d known him long enough that he begrudgingly let me call him Kal rather than Kaldur.

I opened a storage cupboard and held out some food. “Care to take a meal with me?”

He accepted it. “I would consider it an honor.”

I smiled and floated against the ceiling, letting my back brush it while I ate. Kaldur was used to me being weird and eating on the ceiling so he didn’t comment on it. I preferred the ceiling because I could relax and just float without putting forth any effort to keep me in one place underwater.

“How is Garth?” Kaldur asked quietly after swallowing a bite.

“Still hurting,” I said. “He and Tula were pretty happy together. Losing her cut deep.”

“I understand.”

“You really think I can help your old team on the surface?” I wondered.

“I have no doubt of it. You are a skilled magic-wielder and an incredibly intelligent young woman regardless of your magical prowess. Nightwing will understand why I’ve sent you.”

“What am I supposed to tell the queen when I say I’m not going to show up for lessons? And Garth? And the king? And my parents?”

“I’m sure you will come up with something cleverer than anything I could imagine, but I would recommend you say you wish to do some soul-searching. You could say that you want to broaden your horizons on the surface team for a while if you don’t want to lie too many times. I suppose you could say nothing and just disappear for a while.”

“I could but… if I can’t give myself legs on my own I might need the queen’s help.”

“Indeed,” Kaldur said quietly. I finished my meal and pushed off the ceiling to float near him. I wrapped my arms around his torso and rested my head on his chest.

“I miss you, Kaldur,” I said quietly. I love you, I added silently.

“And I you,” he agreed. His free hand rested on the back of my head. “When all this is over, I promise you and I will take the time to catch up.”

I kissed his cheek. “That seals the promise. We better.”

That earned me an amused chuckle. “We will. I’ve already missed out on too much of your life since I’ve been away.” He kissed my cheek as well. “That seals the promise.” He glanced at the singular glass window in the open living area of my apartment. “I should go before the sun rises. Escape in the cover of darkness.”

“Want me to lead you to the edge of the city?”

“No. I want you to stay safe, here.”

I sighed. “Okay. Just promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I promise.” A kiss of promise was pressed to my forehead. “And when all this is over, I will return to you.”

“You better. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Kaldur. My friends are my everything.”

“I completely understand.” He took my hand in both of his as he swam to the door of my grotto apartment. “I’ll be careful. And I’ll see you again when all this is over.”

“I’ll see you when this is over,” I agreed.

“Thank you for the meal and the company.”

“No problem. Thank... thank you for coming back to see me. And telling me the truth. Oh, and by the way, you’re a really good kisser.”

A faint dusting of pink darkened his skin. “I, uh… thank you.”

“Sure thing,” I said, squeezing his hand.

He smiled, released my hand, and slid out.

I blinked the sting of sorrow at losing him again out of my eyes, sobbing without tears and curling up on the floor of my grotto to release my emotions into the sea around me. Exhaustion after hours of studying didn’t help me either. After a few minutes I swam to my sleeping quarters and passed out. I had my exam tomorrow and then… I guessed I was heading for the surface.

“I won’t let you down, Kal. I promise,” I said, blowing a kiss toward the edge of the city to seal the promise.

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Sacrifice- Jaehyun

Word count: 3k

Genre: angst

Request: hi i really loved your scenarios so i was wondering if you could write one for jaehyun where he and the reader obviously have feelings for each other (little moments here and there) but can't be together because of sm and all the other members see them and watch them developing their own thing in a way? id like it to be the members pov maybe? fluffy and a bit angsty idk? thank you! keep up the good work! :)

A/N: Hii, I'm so sorry it took me like 124724 years but here it is! I did get a little carried away writing this (as you can tell by the swear words and my ending) and I'm sorry that it's not that fluffy, I just wanted to show another side of life I guess? (does that even make sense) I hope you like it despite all of that and thank you so much for your kind words, always means a lot to hear from you guys:) 

  There was something about fall that you always found comforting. Maybe it was the fact that wearing a hoodie was a given or maybe it was just its traditional aromas that made you feel at ease. Regardless, you felt a bit better facing your day because of that very fact. You were currently a trainee under SM Entertainment and had been for almost a year now.

You were one of the most praised trainees (also one of the most famous ones among the fans) thanks to your fast learning abilities and natural talent. Little did you know, the company had big plans for you.

As a trainee, you had some times where you were lonely. Your success wasn't very well received among the other trainees resulting in them secluding you from their group. You could understand to a certain extent which was why you weren't mad at them for behaving as such.

You sought comfort in other people which happened to be the already debuted members of the company (since they wouldn't judge you for your popularity but actually praise you for it). You got along particularly well with the NCT members, especially since there were so many of them.

Which is why it was normal for you to burst into their dance practice after you were done with your own.

"Heyyy look who's here!" Johnny spotted you first.

You smiled tiredly, collapsing on the sofa. You motioned for them to continue as you laid there. Before long, they decided to take a break.

"You okay there?" Jaehyun asked worriedly.

Jaehyun had been a sweetheart from the getgo. Always looking out for you, bringing you coffee when he thought you were tired from practice, standing up for you when the trainees decided to insult you just for the hell of it.

 If you were being honest, he was also your favorite and you may or may not have developed a little crush on the said boy (although the other boys would argue that you had a rather big crush on him but what did they know).

"I'm okay, tired from practice that's all."

"We can all get supper after this!" You heard Yukhei shout. Of course, he'd want to eat, you thought.

What you weren't telling the boys is that the company had recently forced you to undergo a very strict diet so you were consideringly weakened by it (which reflected in your current exhaustion after only a few hours of practice).

***

"What should we get?" The boys wondered whilst browsing the menu.

You knew you were only going to drink water and eat some vegetables at most, which the boys picked up on, but Taeyong advised them to keep their mouths shut as the "mother" he was. You probably had enough on your plate already (no pun intended).

"Hey, did you have supper already?" Jaehyun asked when the two of you were falling behind.

"Oh, yeah. Had a big lunch." You counter-argued, making yourself cringe at the lie. Jaehyun frowned too, grabbing your wrist to stop you from walking further.

"You know you can't lie to me."

"I'm just doing this diet and it's strict, that's all." Your cheeks heated up when you realized he still hadn't let go of you.

"For the record, I think you look fine like this." He lowered his gaze, removing his hand to place them in his pockets instead.

"Thanks." You muttered under your breath, accelerating to catch up to the rest of the group.

***

"(Y/N), come see me in my office at 1 pm today. Important news."

A rather stressful note had been stuck on your door it seemed. It was just 7 am, but you were dreading it already. All the possible scenarios were jumbled together in the mess your mind was at this hour. What if he didn't want me as a trainee anymore? What if I need to stop eating altogether? What if the fans don't like me anymore?

You decided a shower would help divert your thoughts to something else for the time being. It was finally the time to head over to the CEO's office after long hours of staring at the ceiling and trying to distract yourself in vain.

You knocked twice.

"Come in." His eyes were busy studying a paper before him. "Oh, (Y/N), you're here. Sit down."

You did as you were asked, gulping too loudly. After a few minutes of achingly painful silence, he finally looked up from his paper.

"So. You're probably wondering why I called you in here."

You nodded politely.

"Well. As you know, you are one of our most promising trainees. Which is why we want to debut you and 3 other girls in a new girl group. The debut would be a few months from now, but we just wanted to let you know what our plans were."

 Your hand covered your mouth at the news.

"Are you serious?" You could hardly believe it.

"Yes, you deserve it."

You smiled so much your face hurt, but that was the least of your concerns. You were actually going to realize your dream and soon at that. You jumped in excitement, thanking him endlessly for everything. He simply smiled knowingly.

"Now, now. This also means that you need to double your efforts in practice and in dieting. Also, I've caught wind that you've been hanging out with NCT. That can't go on anymore."

Your face fell at the sudden news. You weren't going to be able to see your friends anymore?

"What?"

"That's all. I'll be in touch."

He bowed, signaling it was time for you to leave. The walk back to your dorm was a heart-wrenching one. You were getting to live your dream soon, but you would have to give up the only friends you'd made since you got here. You knew how much your family had sacrificed to get you here and you didn't want to take advantage of any of that, but was it actually worth losing people over?

***

You decided to distance yourself from the group while still being there occasionally. There was nothing wrong with interacting with your colleagues, was there?

  Taeyong's POV

There had been something on (Y/N)'s mind for a while now, that much was clear. We didn't really know what it was, but I had learned early on that it was best to leave things be. "She would tell us when she was ready" was how I had convinced the other members to adopt the same attitude as me.

Jaehyun and (Y/N) had wandered off again, they had developed a habit of doing so. You would have to be blind not to see that they were attracted to each other. I doubted they'd pursue anything, but it was definitely there.

(Y/N) had a calmer feel about her when they came back. Jaehyun looked at her with that stupid grin of his and I couldn't help but feel sad that it couldn't work out for the both of them.

They deserved to be happy and loved, but I knew better than to encourage them to embrace their love for each other, there was just too much at stake.

As there always was when you were an idol.

  Regular POV

Hunger was the worst demon of them all. Since doubling your dieting "efforts", you had figured out that much. You were restricted to piteous amounts of food every day, feeling as though you were in a concentration camp during WW2. The example was extravagant, but you felt so awful that it couldn't even be described in words.

You massaged your temples in an attempt to chase a headache away without much luck. You were on the verge of tears when a knock on your door startled you. You opened it half-heartedly.

"Jaehyun? Hum.. what's up?"

With one look at you, his eyes grew wide.

"Jesus (Y/N), what have they been doing to you?" He burst in, cupping your face to better examine your colorless face.

"Stricter diet, it's... fine." You could barely let out the last word.

"It's not right." He shook his head, suddenly becoming aware of how serious your condition was.

You just shrugged, knowing full well that idols had to endure such pain to succeed.

"It's worth it." You smiled encouragingly.

He wrapped his arms around your now tiny waist, holding you close to him. It took you a moment to return the hug, feeling as though there was something more to it than just a friendly hug. For a reason he didn't even comprehend himself, a single tear fell down his cheek. He pulled away soon after.

He caressed your cheek lovingly, a sad smile on his face. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips, hesitant. Before he could even process what he was doing, his lips were on yours. You returned the kiss before long, your hands coming up to rest on his neck. He deepened the kiss, pulling your body even closer which made you gasp. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

"Was that okay?"

"Yeah." You giggled at the silliness of his question.

You spent the night cuddled on your couch, enjoying a marathon of cheesy movies on Netflix (which he was secretly a sucker for, not that he was going to admit that to you) and you wished you could stay like this forever.

But before you knew it, it was the next day and Jaehyun was nowhere to be seen.

Deep down, you knew it was a mistake. No matter how much you liked Jaehyun, you had committed to the company and you had to respect what they asked of you especially since they were the one who controlled the strings of your success.

You ran your hands through your hair, letting out a frustrated groan. Why was it so hard to choose? Why did you even have to choose to begin with?

  Ten's POV

We had all decided to surprise (Y/N) at her dorm for her birthday. The last thing we were expecting was for her to look so distraught when she opened the door.

"Happy birthday!" We all yelled in unison as we had practiced beforehand.

A small smile formed on her lips, but nothing more.

"Don't worry, there aren't any fruits on the cake." I tried to make her laugh since we shared a hatred of fruits.

"Oh, you bought a cake."

"Not in a party mood?" I asked.

"I'm just so exhausted, you know?"

I reminisced about the times when I was in her position, remembering the details vividly. It was always horrible the first few weeks, it would get better. I had been one of the lucky ones.

"It'll be okay. If you need any help with your dancing, you can always come to me." She smiled in thanks.

The second Jaehyun sat down next to her, her mood seemed to lighten up a bit. What was that about?

  Johnny's POV

(Y/N) had probably lost around 20 pounds since the last time I saw her and she was naturally skinny which said a lot. At least Jaehyun was keeping her on her feet, he was doing more than all of us.

But then again, they were obviously in love with each other so it wasn't like there was much we could do.

"When did this start?" I found myself asking Jaehyun when (Y/N) had left for the bathroom.

"When did what start?"

"Oh come on, you know what I'm talking about! You and (Y/N)."

"There's nothing going on, we're friends." He looked down, blushing.

"Dude, you're blushing."

Before I could get an answer, (Y/N) came back.

We managed to lift her spirits before the end of the night which was a good sign. We all said goodnight and went back to the dorms.

  Regular POV

A text woke you up from the power nap you were trying to appreciate. It read "My office in 30 min." Getting a message from the boss was never a good sign, but how cryptic it was did not aid in comforting you the least bit. He was obviously not happy with you. You got out of bed reluctantly, putting on some baggy clothes before heading over.

"I thought I told you to stay away?" The question startled you, showing you a new side of your employer.

"I'm sorry, sir. I've tried to stay away as much as possible."

"You're not very good at that, are you? Do you even know what you're risking by disobeying me, young lady?" He took a step forward, anger evident in his eyes.

"Yes, sir. It won't happen again."

"It better not. And lose another 5 pounds while you're at it, you'd never fit in idol clothes looking like that."

You ran away from the office, quietly sobbing. You just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. You had developed an eating disorder through this stupid diet and now he wanted you to lose even more weight? And you couldn't see the people who were the only reason you weren't completely falling apart? What fucked up world were you living in?

One where you had to give up your chance at happiness for your career, it seemed. You cried yourself to sleep, not knowing how you'd break the news to your friends.

***

You had been ignoring them for a week now, refusing any contact with them. Something like what followed was bound to happen, especially given who the person was. Jaehyun stormed in furiously, daggers in his eyes. You simply looked at him with exhaustion in yours.

"Are you ignoring me?"

"It's for the best." You bit your lip.

"How the fuck is it for the best, (Y/N)? You can't just pretend there's nothing between us."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

"Okay, so what if there's something between us? I'm still risking my entire career which by the way hasn't even started yet."

"Oh, and you think  I'm not risking anything?"

"Jaehyun, that's not the point! Don't you think  I want to be happy? Don't you think I'd be with you if I could? I'm telling you it's not my god damn choice!" You were crying by now.

"This doesn't have to be the end, (Y/N)." He stepped closer, you stepped back.

"Yes, it does. We can't be together, we both know that. It's impossible to ask of the company. I can't just start my career with a scandal and you should understand that."

He lowered his gaze, knowing deep down that you were right.

"I wish things were different, Jae. I really wish we'd met before, but there's nothing we can do now." You paused."I'm sorry, I'm just so... exhausted."

And as if to confirm your last words, your vision started to get blurry. The last thing you saw before slipping out of consciousness was the worried expression on Jaehyun's face.

***

*Beep, beep, beep* were the only sounds you could make out when you woke up. It was the sound of your heart beating on the machine from the hospital. Everything in your body hurt and you wondered if you hadn't actually fallen from the 10th floor.

"You're awake."

You had hoped to hear Jaehyun's voice say those exact words to you for a split second, before realizing it was a nurse addressing you.

"How long have I been out?"

"Two days, sweetie. You were severely malnourished, we had to keep you here for observation."

You nodded, processing the information. Well, what a great start to idol life: fainting because of too strict diets.

The nurse left when she noticed a silhouette standing at the door. The color drained from your face when you identified the person as your CEO. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I came here to apologize. I realize I have been rather demanding of you and I'm sorry. You can return to a normal diet after you've gotten better."

He patted your head awkwardly. Just as he was about to leave the room, he looked over to you sympathetically.

"I'm afraid I can't allow you to be friends with NCT even with the light of the last few days' events." He smiled as if to say sorry and left.

It's okay, you'll be friends with them after this is all over, you tried telling yourself. Didn't help much though, because who knew when this would be over?

You lay in bed staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, silent tears rolling down your cheeks.

***

You were released from the hospital the next day. You were granted a rest day to get your strength back. You decided to just relax and enjoy the short-lived time off. You saw Jaehyun in the halls, but you didn't dare look him in the eye. And that's what it would have to be. Because your dreams were far more important than some love interest, even if that same love interest meant so much to you.

Which is also why this is how your story ends. Because Romeo and Juliet's story didn't end with happily ever after, but with tragedy and loss. Because life is not always fair and that's something people should understand. Because love is a blessing in itself, but it is also a sacrifice that needs to be made in the light of certain events.

You would probably find someone else later or you wouldn't, but that didn't matter then. What did matter is that you had made a choice. And that choice was to follow your dreams and make the most out of them. So you hoped your sacrifice wasn't in vain, because you sure as hell didn't want to wake up to find out it had all been for nothing.

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Lost Alice Chapter 1 :

Nope, I didn't announce it, no one asked for it, but I'm putting it here too. The inspo. for this song is [evidently] the song Lost Alice. I hope you enjoy also idk how to enter pagebreaks on the app so.... sorry!!! [The rest of the currently published chapters are on quotev]

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“Alexander the Great was a famed conquerer... are you even paying attention?” Mochi’s friend, Haruka Nanami asked her as Mochi appeared to be staring into space, in her own little world. “Mochi, we need to study for this test. We’ll never pass if you don’t pay attention.” At the mention of her name, Mochi snapped out of her trance, directing her gaze to Haruka. 

The latter sighed begrudgingly, “We have to study. Pay attention, now.” She gave a small smile and pat Mochi’s head. 

Haruka continued with reading their history book, and Mochi paid attention as best she could. Soon she saw a bunny wearing a tan plaid vest and pocket watch running around, exclaiming, “I’m late! I’m late!” The voice was odd, yet held a warmth to it.  

Mochi had to investigate, much to Haruka’s dismay. “What is it?” She inquired. Mochi merely shrugged before walking after the rabbit. She then broke into a run, as fast as her legs could take her. The rabbit sunk into the ground a few feet in front of her, but before she could register what was happening, Mochi had fallen into the hole as well, letting out a shriek. 

“Mochi!” Haruka cried, looking down in the hole and reaching for her friend, unable to grasp her as she fell further down the hole. 

Mochi closed her eyes, bracing for impact... but it never came. A few moments later, she opened her eyes. The entrance of the rabbit hole was now so far away that she could not see it. Unfortunately that likely meant that Haruka couldn’t see her anymore. She looked around, seeing some random objects falling... or... floating, along with her. Speaking of floating, Mochi no longer felt that wind in her hair like she did when she was actively falling. What the hell was happening... 

She saw her hair floating above her, soon slowing as she felt her back gently land on a hard surface. The ground, at last! Mochi quickly sat up, fighting the active urge to smooch the ground. She looked around and stood up, walking over to a small door and gripping the doorknob, turning it slightly and recoiled as it yelled out. Mochi gasped deeply and took a step back, muttering a swear under her breath. 

“Oi! Watch it!” The doornob screeched, a face appearing on the knob. 

Mochi shrieked, kicking the doorknob right in its tiny face. “Hey! Stop that!” The doorknob yelled, prompting Mochi to kick it again. This went on for a while- the doorknob would speak, and Mochi would kick. Eventually she had broken the lock on the door, and the knob was unconscious. She furrowed her brow, examining it closer for a moment before crawling through the tiny door. 

The sickly sweet scent of flowers filled the air she breathed, and Mochi’s head spun. No... I can’t...sleep... She thought, collapsing to her knees before waning off to the side, falling into a deep slumber. 

Mochi regained consciousness, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of a azure blue sky hovering above her head. Some fluffy, white clouds decorated it as she sat up, observing her surroundings. 

“How odd...” Mochi absentmindedly placed her hands on her lap, feeling a different fabric than the uniform she was wearing prior to losing consciousness. She quickly looked down and saw herself in a quirky, oddly designed dress. 

“Odd?” A voice calls out, leading Mochi to let out a blood-curdling shriek, looking toward the source before scrambling away from the blond man. “I’m sorry,” He frowns, appearing genuinely remorseful, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He says. 

Mochi caught her breath, sighing in relief, “It’s alright. Where am I?” 

“Where are you? Oh yes, welcome to Wonderland!” The strange man seemed as though he wanted to sound enthusiastic; but he failed terribly. “You’re another Alice, aren’t you?” He asked somewhat solemnly. Mochi furrowed her brows, preparing herself to speak before he elaborated, “You followed the strange white rabbit, and fell into the hole... right?” He asked... no, pleaded. 

Mochi hesitantly nodded her head, “Yes, I did.” Speaking of which, where was the bunny—? 

A loud bell tolling caused the blonde to gasp, immediately grabbing hold of Mochi’s hand and tugging her toward a bush, hiding in it before pulling her inside as well. “Hey, what gi—“ The male quickly shushed her, clasping a large hand over her mouth. She pried it off, giving him a look that was an intimidating mix of confusion and anger. 

“My apoligies, Alic—“ 

“Mochi.” The female replied.

”Mochi... My apologies, Mochi. But I had to shove us in here in order to save us.” He explained. 

“Save us my ass.” Mochi grumbled quietly, crossing her arms as the male let out a short sigh. 

“I’m Natsuki.” He said to her. 

“Pleasure.” Mochi replies, looking back over to the blond and holding out her hand for him to shake. Natsuki obliges. “So, saving us from what exactly?” She inquires, looking over at the commotion. 

“The Red King’s soldiers. He’s a real cranky guy. I’ve heard tell he used to be really affable, good with his people. Then something happened, and I guess he just... snapped.” Natsuki explains, looking over at Mochi. 

Soon enough all of the soldiers had passed by, and Natsuki gripped Mochi’s hand again and he practically dragged her across the clearing. 

Once they were on the other side, Mochi thought it over, “Good king gone bad, a bit cliché, don’t you think?” She said, looking around the corner to see the retreating forms of the Red King’s soldiers. 

“Perhaps a bit, but I suppose it actually happened.” Natsuki replied, and Mochi hummed in response. 

“So, is there a way I can get home?” Mochi asked hopefully, and Natsuki looked over to her with a forlorn expression. She looked back over to him once the soldiers were out of sight, seeing his sad face. “You can’t be serious.” She said in disbelief. That expression was all she needed to understand his thoughts. 

“I’m sorry, Mochi. I wish I knew a way out, but if I did I likely wouldn’t be here.” Natsuki replied, frowning at her. 

“And you’re sure?” Mochi said, scoffing lightly as Natsuki shook his head, “Wonderland isn’t your vacation home?” Another shake of his head, “Getaway paradise?” Another shake. 

Mochi whined, slouching in her spot. “How long have you been stuck here? Have you asked the people around here?” She asked him.

”Time is merely a relative thing here. It barely exists. But I do know it’s been a while. I’ve only asked one inhabitant and they wouldn’t give me a direct answer.” Natsuki said, looking off into the distance. “I’ve actually kind of given up. Scraping for food at the end of each day, living under and actual bridge, that kind of stuff. I’ve gotten used to it.” Mochi frowned at Natsuki’s story, then stood up, helping him up as well. 

“Hey, look at me,” Mochi begins, and Natsuki looked at her with a blank expression. “We’re gonna find a way out. We’re gonna get outta here, and frickin’ get some real food and not have to scrape for it!” She gently slaps her hands onto his shoulders, “We’re gonna blow this popsicle stand, capeesh?.” She finished, and Natsuki nodded firmly. “Awesome. Let’s go!” Mochi gave a small smile and hooked her arm with Natsuki’s, beginning to walk out of the garden. 

“Do you know where you’re going?”

”Not in the least.”

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you’re my wish (maybe it came true) || Part 2

Pairing(s): Changlix (so far)

Genre: Mainly fluff, ig??

Word Count: 1,300+

Warnings: None

Author Note: this is..actually kinda late?? i was supposed to post it a couple days ago, but i had to study for my act but!! here it is!! (also this may or may not be more than 3 parts?? but idk yet)

changbin is used to weird situations, but nothing’s weird than waking up in a strangers bed - and a strangers body.  

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it wasn't uncommon for changbin to wake up to weird noises and situations. one time, while staying with one of his closest friends, he heard a banging, then a shouting, which was quickly followed by an alarm. changbin had gotten up to see a pan on the stove had caught fire while minho was sneaking around the kitchen trying to make breakfast for the others, but his plans backfired when the food - whatever it was meant to be - had burned from being stationary too long, and went up in flames. while he was freaking out and trying to figure out what to do, changbin dug out another pan around the same size, pushing minho to the side so he could slide the new pan over the old one, extinguishing the flame, not even a minute later throwing himself back down on the couch and falling asleep as minho looked at him in awe, with the fire alarm still blaring over his head.

he had also woken up one day to the sound of seungmin screaming his lungs out, because he had woken up and gone to take a shower, very quickly noticing the words scrawled on his wrist that equalled the name of his soulmate. that was quickly followed by him jumping on the bed where changbin was still laying, who had since starfished out when seungmin got up. his shower was forgotten as he instead scrambled to find his phone and call the name scrawled on his skin - who coincidentally lived on the floor just below him - and took no more than a minute to basically bust down seungmin's door to hug him. it didn't even phase changbin one bit that hyunjin came bursting into the apartment, instead opting to eat his cereal in silence as he watched the two from his perch on a stool in the kitchen, watching as the taller boy picked up his best friend and embraced him, turning away just before their lips met. it wasn't that changbin was jealous, no, he just wished that he could find his person.

however, waking up to a small dog pouncing on his chest and curling up just over his stomach was not something that he was expecting, considering the fact that a: he went to bed in his own bed in his own, dog-free apartment, and b: that none of his friends owned a dog. next came a loud voice speaking a language he didn't understand, before a lanky figure broke into the room he occupied. they had a silent staring contest for a few seconds, that was broken when the other spoke. changbin's eyes widened comically, responding back with a startled 'what?' in his native tongue, shocking both of them - the intruder with the use of another language, and changbin himself with the depth of his voice.

it took a few minutes for changbin to explain what was going on to the elder, who he quickly discovered spoke the same language as he did, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief. he didn’t go in depth, and the way he talked was the equivalent of a bullet point list. he was 23, born in 1999. he was a tattoo artist in a little shop in the center of seoul, where he’d worked for the past year and a half. in his free time, he produced and recorded raps that he released under the pseudonym ‘spearb’, as if being a tattoo artist wasn’t taboo enough for the culture he grew up in. he had his own apartment in seoul, where he lived alone. he had no family, at least, not any that was worth mentioning, and the other didn’t push him to explain any further.

after saying all of that, he looked expectantly at the other, who introduced himself as chris bang, known in korea as bang chan, and he was the soccer coach at a college just around the corner. he was 25, born 2 years before changbin was, although he asked changbin not to use any honorifics to refer to him. after that, chan filled changin in on the person that he currently was - a 22 year old boy named felix, who chan said bright and lively, rivaling the sun. for a second, changbin found himself wondering if the adoration in chan's eyes was that of an older brother, or a lover - a question that was quickly answered by chan's flushed cheeks and explanation that the two had been friends since felix was small.

changbin simply nodded, before asking for more information on felix, claiming that it was purely for practical reasons. chan thought for a minute, before telling changbin that felix was a second year music theory student, who studied at the same college that chan coached at. he had classes every tuesday, thursday, and friday, but his schedule varied a lot. luckily enough for changbin, it was sunday, and he didn't have to worry about classes - at least, as long as he was back in his own body before they started. the ringing of a phone stopped their conversation, but neither could find it when they looked around. after three rings, the noise cut off and they sighed, before it began to ring again. changbin found it underneath some clothing piled in a desk chair, just as it stopped ringing again. changbin noticed chan leave the room, muttering something about being cold, and changbin heard a door slam in the distance, which led him to wonder if that was chan's trigger, since it was certainly not cold in the bedroom.

when he picked up the phone, the screen turned on and showed a notification for two missed phone calls, which he tapped. the phone didn't request a password, which changbin was both confused by and thankful for, and decider yhat he would ask chan about it when he came back. after securing the phone, he plopped back down on the bed and took a proper look around the room. much like changbin's room, posters and pictures were hung on the walls, and a full length mirror was situated on the back of the door. changbin silently debated if it would be weird to check himself - felix - out as he scrolled through the recent calls, redialing his own phone number and letting it ring.

it was surreal, hearing himself speak in a voice that was several octaves deeper than his normal voice. it was also weird hearing his own voice spouting words in another language, the only word he could catch being 'chris’. with that, he hung up on the other, and went to search for chan, hoping that he was willing to translate. it wasn't long before he was curled up in a lawn chair, next to chan's own chair, redialing his numer and putting the phone on speaker. it only took a few minutes before he learned that this was felix's wish, to meet his soulmate, but he didn't expect to switch bodies with him on his 22nd birthday. after that, it was smooth sailing, with chan as their mediator, trying to figure out plans and how to explain this to their friends and family.

when that call was finished, changbin turned to chan, and heaved a large sigh. awkwardly, chan patted his shoulder. “at least you don't have to play hot and cold with your soulmate - literally.” that was chan's attempt at comforting him, making changbin glare at him for a second before busting out laughing.

that night, as changbin was getting ready for bed, he took the time to examine his soulmate. an array of freckles lined his cheeks, standing out against his tan skin. soft cheeks and wavy hair gave the boy an almost childish look, contrasting with the single piercing in his ear, the tattoo of a rosary around his right ring finger (which changbin thought was a contradiction in and of itself), and the tattoo that he discovered on his hip when he changed into pajamas, a small cross with a date scrawled across it. he wondered if felix had done the same thing, wondered if he found the cluster of stars on changbin's wrist, or the roman numerals on the back of his calf that marked the most important day of his life, wondered if felix was laying in bed wondering what they meant. he thought of his soulmate as he drifted off to sleep, wondering what it would be like to meet felix in his own body, hearing that deep voice say his name, and hearing felix's name roll off his own tongue, wondering if they would feel like the only people in the world, or as if time had slowed down, just for them.