#if the quality isn’t great i can’t fix it sorry!

[blossomofhope]

kanade opinions :>

[excessive-vampires]

Val in the AH Part 3: In Which Val is Conditioned (2)

Setting and all characters except Val are from oliversrarebooks

Masterlist with CW

The next morning Val awoke still feeling secure and refreshed. They were removed enough from the previous day’s experience to fully realize that their mind had been messed with, and normally that would scare them, but it had felt so nice, and what had been done to them only made it easier for them to follow orders without things like fear getting in the way. That meant they would be less likely to get in trouble from now on. They would be better, and feel better. They were so grateful they finally got to feel better. 

Sometime after breakfast there was the sound of footsteps down the hallway and general commotion within the cells. Val could see Lily and an unfamiliar man stopping at each cell. As the duo approached Val’s cell, they stood, ready to do whatever was asked of them. 

“This one isn’t going to give you any trouble at all,” Lily said to the man with her. “They haven’t put up any resistance to anyone so far, even before I had my session with them.” 

Val felt pride swell in their chest and smiled. 

Lily turned to them. “This man is going to grade the quality of your blood for the auction.”

Worry started to creep into the back of Val’s mind. Something about them was being evaluated, tested, and it wasn’t something they could control. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe here,” Lily said. 

Safe. Yes. Their worries suddenly seemed distant as the man entered their cell. 

“Give me your hand,” the man said, and Val obeyed. They watched with detached fascination as the man pressed one of their fingers against the sharp point of a fang. The prick of pain seemed far away from the sense of security that had enveloped Val. “Hmm, high A. Maybe the best of this batch so far.”

“Really? That good?” Lily asked. She turned to Val. “That’s great news for you, it means you’ll most likely be kept in very comfortable conditions.” 

“Thank you, sir,” Val said automatically. They felt nervousness seeping into their calm safety. That sort of treatment would no doubt come with high expectations. They were safe as long as they followed orders, but what if they made a mistake? What if they made a lot of mistakes, just like they always did? By the time Lily and the man had left, Val’s head was full of doubt and anxiety. They pulled in their knees where they sat on the cot and tried to make themself as small as possible. They didn’t even notice the approaching footsteps until Lily stopped outside their cell.

“Val? What’s wrong? You didn’t eat your meal.” 

Val sprang to their feet so fast they almost tripped. “S-Sorry, sir.” They must have missed the sound of the food cart in their worry. They were already making mistakes. 

Lily opened the door to their cell. “Come with me and I’ll help you feel better.” She held out a hand. Val took it and let themself be led to the room with the comfortable leather chair. As they sat down they started to feel more calm, as if just being here was comforting. 

Lily sat down across from them. “Now tell me what’s troubling you so we can get you back to feeling nice and relaxed.”

“I… I need you to make me be better, sir,” Val said, too embarrassed to look directly at Lily. 

“What do you mean?”

“I make so many mistakes, all the time. And if I can’t follow orders good enough then I’ll be in danger. I always try as hard as I can but it’s never enough. I’m not good at anything. Can… Can you fix me, sir?” 

“You poor thing,” Lily put a hand on Val’s face and started stroking it softly. “You don’t realize that you’re already so good at being obedient.” 

“But I–”

“Shh, hush now. Just relax, you’re safe here.” 

Val felt the tension start to leave them, their mind starting to grow fuzzy. 

“Everyone who told you you needed to be better simply didn’t appreciate your real talents. You’re perfectly suited for being a thrall, Val. You’re so good at it already.” 

Val felt such relief at this that tears started to build up in their eyes. “Really, sir?” 

“Oh yes. The reason why you never succeeded at anything else was because you were meant for service to a vampire. This is your true purpose, Val and you’re so very good at it.” 

Val leaned into Lily’s touch as she wiped a tear from their cheek. 

“Now let’s make sure you never forget that, so you never have to be worried about it again and you can keep feeling safe.”

Val nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak. 

“Now just relax, Val, relax and let yourself sleep so we can make sure everything I’ve told you becomes a permanent part of your mind.” 

…… 

Val didn’t remember very many details from their dream aside from the feeling of being praised and the knowledge that they had done good enough to deserve it. It was wonderful.

They blinked their eyes open and saw Lily looking at them. For a moment they thought they must still be asleep because they felt… they felt okay in a way they couldn’t remember ever having felt before. It was like suddenly being free of heavy, restricting chains that had been holding them back. They were finally themself. 

“How are you feeling, Val?” Lily asked. 

“Excellent, thank you, sir.”

“Good.” Lily smiled, and Val smiled back. It was so nice that she cared how they felt. “Let’s get you back to your cell so you can get a good night’s sleep for tomorrow.”

“What’s happening tomorrow, sir? If it’s okay to ask.” 

“Tomorrow is the auction where you’re going to be sold to your new vampire master.”

“Oh,” Val said as a slightly nervous anticipation filled them. 

“You’re going to do very well and get me a nice fat paycheck, I’m sure of it.”

“Thank you, sir.” Val said. 

Lily told Val how to get back to the cells and Val felt proud at being trusted to go back on their own. They made sure not to get lost and to return to the right cell, luckily it was currently the only one with an open door. A meal was delivered almost as soon as they were settled, and they eagerly ate the beef and potato stew before climbing into the cot.

 Despite their desire to obey, it took them a little while to quiet all the questions in their head enough to sleep. They had fully realized for the first time that they had no idea what the rest of their life would be like. They would be expected, compelled even, to fulfill the every need of a vampire, including offering up their blood. Would the work be hard? Would they have any free time to themself? How much would being bitten by a vampire hurt? They were sure their life wasn’t going to be too bad, though. They knew how to stay safe, and they were very good at it, so eventually they were able to sleep.

[prongsfootandco]

Could you please write something for possessive James

Rating: T Ship: James/Sirius Summary: After a run in with Sirius under the mistletoe, James has a crisis about his feelings for his best friend.

(I don't know why I made it Christmas... I'm sorry?) _

James hated Christmas. It felt like blasphemy to say after years of it being his favourite holiday, but this year it just couldn’t be helped. The reason for his sudden change of heart was one Sirius Black, as was to be expected with any great decision James made in his life. The problem was that for the first time in their four year friendship, James had come to realise that he was a little bit in love with his best friend, which was just great. As if Sirius’ ego needed another boost. 

It wasn’t enough that the whole damn school had to be in love with him, but now James was as well?!

The injustice of it all. 

Usually around Christmas time, James could be found trailing Lily in an attempt to try and catch her under the mistletoe, but he’d never been successful. She was too quick, but last time he’d nearly managed it. However, Sirius had barged into him and knocked him out of the way. Sirius had apologised for his clumsiness, and Lily had disappeared around the corner before James could chase after her, leaving James and Sirius stuck under the festive plant. 

And that was where it all began.

The kiss had been chaste, a bid for freedom from the magical plant more than anything else. It wasn’t meant to be life-changing or magical, just a quick peck between friends and then they’d move on with their day. Sirius would continue complaining about all the birds who tried to snog him around Christmas, and James would continue his flirtations with Lily. 

That was not what happened. 

Instead, James fixated on the moment, the scratch of stubble against his chin, the softness of Sirius’ lips, the tickle of his long black hair on James’ cheeks. He imagined what it might have been like if they were lovers instead of friends, would Sirius have deepened the kiss? Would James have let him? Yes. Absolutely. There would be no more rants in the common room about mistletoe or love potions. Sirius would sit with his head in James’ lap, their fingers intertwined as they smiled brightly at each other. 

They could be together. 

The realisation had hit James like a herd of hippogriffs, and now he was stuck with a crush that he didn’t know what to do with. Flirting with Lily was easy. He’d been doing it since he was eleven and too young to care about rejection. Flirting with Sirius was impossible. Everything he tried with Lily, James already did with Sirius as friends… minus the kissing and the dates. But even then they sort of did have dates. Wormtail and Moony both knew to leave the pair of them alone every so often. They would get grumpy if they didn’t get any quality time together. 

Fucking Merlin.

It was like they were already dating, and James didn’t know how to move forward from that. All he knew is that everyone kept flirting with his Sirius, and he did not like it one bit. So he’d decided that he hated Christmas until he could fix this mess. 

If he could fix this mess. 

“Bloody hell, Prongs,” Sirius grumbled as he vaulted through the portrait, his scarlet robes billowing behind him. “Jessica Vane almost caught me earlier. I swear between Valentines and Christmas, I’m running out of time. The harpies are going to chain me down one of these days. Damn holidays get worse every year.”

James just glared at his friend, well not really at Sirius. His rage was directed at those who were trying to steal Sirius from him, but they weren’t here and Sirius was. “Can’t you just tell them to fuck off?”

“Woah there, Jamie. That’s a bit violent, even for you, not to mention a bit hypocritical. Isn’t this exactly what you keep doing with Evans?”

James flinched. Yes. It was true, but he’d not bothered her since the beginning of the month, since his kiss with Sirius, and the school holidays were almost upon them. “Kept. Past tense.”

“Is the great James Potter finally admitting defeat?”

“Shut it, Pads.”

“Merlin, you’re in a mood today,” Sirius teased before flopping down onto the sofa and into James’ lap, his hair fanning out over James’ legs. “What’s got your wand in a knot?”

“Bloody Jessica Vane. No. All of them. Why is it that the girls of Hogwarts all lose their collective mind over Christmas?”

“Some boys too,” added Sirius as he smirked up at James, silver eyes sparkling. 

“It’s stupid. You’re too good for any of them.”

There was a beat of silence as Sirius peered up at him, his eyes narrowed and calculating. “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“And who? My dearest Prongs, would you deem good enough for me? Or am I doomed to be a spinster whilst you marry Evans?”

“I’m not marrying Evans,” James snapped. “And you’re not going to be a spinster. You have me.”

“Ah, so a bachelor pad?” 

Urgh. James groaned. Why was Sirius being so impossible? All the teasing and the laughter usually had James in a good mood, but today it just angered him. His jaw clenched and Sirius was pushed to the floor. Before he could listen to Sirius’ protest, James had fled the room. He marched up the stairs to the dorms and pulled the curtains of his four poster bed shut behind him. 

The next day started off just about the same. His bad mood had not faded overnight, and on the journey from the common room to the Great Hall, Sirius had ducked out of the way of no less than three bunches of mistletoe. To make matters worse, Lily decided to corner James after breakfast in the courtyard. 

“Out with it, Potter,” she said, one hand on her hip and her eyes gleaming emerald. “Not that I don’t welcome the break, but what changed your mind?”

James just grunted, but his eyes flashed to Sirius before he could stop them, and Lily Evans wasn’t known as the brightest witch of her age for no reason. 

“Oh, I see.” She clapped him on the shoulder. “Well, good luck, Potter, and remind me to send Black a thank you note.”

“Shut it,” grumbled James, his cheeks aflame. “Oh for the love of!”

In the few minutes that James had been separated from his best friend, the harpies had descended. Sirius was rolling his eyes and smirking at his suitors, but it was clear they were being kept at a distance. 

Only James couldn’t help but remember Sirius’ words from the day before. It was only a matter of time before Sirius chose one, or was chained down in his own words, and that just wouldn’t do. 

“Would you all just piss off?!” James roared as he approached the centre of the courtyard. “He’s not interested. He’ll never be interested. Get over him!”

Silver eyes flashed up, one perfectly sculpted brow raising at him. 

James didn’t think. There wasn’t time. He took Sirius’ face in his hands, and crashed their lips together. Sirius wasted no time in kissing him back with the same fierce passion, the pair of them lost in each other until they heard Remus and Peter whistling at them. James reluctantly pulled back, his fingers trailing from Sirius’ cheek to rest at the nape of his neck. 

“Mine,” he whispered as he pressed their foreheads together. 

Sirius chuckled, his breath warm against James’ skin. “I always have been, you idiot. Nice of you to catch up.”

“Mine,” James repeated, pouting at his friend. 

“Yours,” agreed Sirius before capturing James’ lips in another kiss. 

Mistletoe had sprung up around them, and for the first time that year, James didn’t care. Perhaps Christmas wasn’t so bad after all. 

[alyjojo]

Love Reading 😍 - May 2023 - Aquarius

Singles:

Overall energy: 9 Swords

How you will meet: Ace of Wands

How they will treat you: Ace of Cups rev

Long-term Potential: 10 Swords

Oracle: You are no less than the fucking stars.

This was never anything and it isn’t going to be, 10 Swords, but boy are you obsessed with them. I mean they are on your mind 24/7, you can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t function without thinking of this person and wanting to get them into bed. Ace of Wands. Clearly a physical attraction, lust, you could meet them at work or school. You’re terrified you’re going to miss your shot, but you’re also terrified of saying anything, so you just live in your head, freaking out about 1000 different outcomes and what to do for each one so you aren’t crushed. But you’re kinda breaking your own heart 😕 They treat you as…not even feeling what you’re feeling. It’s unrequited, unfortunately, and not only that, I don’t think they’re even aware, and if they were they’d probably be shocked by the level of OBSESSION this has reached in your normally calm, cool, collected self. Lilith could play a role in this connection, because they make you crazy 😜 Fun crazy. Hopefully. This is coming out because you wonder if they feel the same, the answer is no. Long term is a painful wake up call when they end up with someone else. I’m sorry Aqua 🙏

Messages -

Their side:

- Outside advice

- STATUS 😎

Your side:

- Dark Desires 😈

- You confuse me.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Gemini 💯 and Scorpio…because of course it’s those two, they’re known for making people crazy

Couples:

Overall energy: Strength

Current: Ace of Cups

Challenge: 2 Swords rev

How they feel about you: 6 Wands

How you feel about them: Temperance

Outcome: 9 Wands

This is not a good relationship, I don’t know if you two are even together. Your person comes up as divorced, I assume that’s from someone else. You two aren’t even reading the same book, much less on the same page. The challenge is making the decision to leave, it’s something that’s been held back because you weigh back and forth whether it’s worth it. I don’t see growth here. Ace of Cups being where this is at currently, it’s possible, but there are a lot of disappointments, regrets, sadness and heavy burdens attached to this new beginning. Can it even be “new” again?

It goes from maybe could be good to not great at all, and it’s because you completely shut down with The Hermit. No communication, no anything, you’re holding back from this person because you’re thinking what I just said. Is this even fixable? You don’t seem to think so, but you didn’t nail the coffin shut either. They see you as successfully calling out their cruel games and bullshit, and then they see your silence as you doing a victory lap and celebrating getting one over on them, like it’s an ego trip or something like that, that’s their perception. You see them as waiting around on you…because you’re being silent. The arrogance between both of you is just. Not healthy. Which is something you’ve realized. Outcome for May is building up a wall against this person, because you just give up. Your Oracle indicates this person could tear you down a lot, or you do. If you’re already divorced from this person, you could be considering whether you’ve made a mistake, could it have been fixed, and the answer is no. Your messages pretty much cover it.

Messages -

Their side:

- Get Real 💯

- Divorced

Your side:

- I love our walks together.

- I can see RIGHT through you.

Oracles -

Behold! The field in which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it, and see that it is BARREN.

Their side:

Animals are the most perfect of God’s creations and deserve your unconditional love.

Don’t worry about who loves you. Concentrate on the people you love.

Your side:

Put down on paper all the good qualities you have. You may be surprised by how wonderful you really are.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Libra, Sagittarius, Leo, Gemini & Pisces

[pedulum-chronometry]

Fuck that particular specialist! 🖕🤬

They did the bare minimum - “you’re getting xyz of this and getting enough of that” treating it very much like a checklist and not consultation about a multilayered person with needs and issues. They failed to meet you where you are.

Good and great doctors/specialists both listen to your problems, talk about where you are currently and where you should or could be (the checklist part is in here), and work with you to make a game plan to fix or lessen symptoms. They barely scratched the surface of what they should be doing. And honestly even if you are actually getting all the nutrients you need, they should be looking at ways of lessening your discomfort and improving your quality of life.

Maybe this was miscommunication or maybe they just suck. But don’t forsake everything! One shitty appointment/provider doesn’t mean it’s over forever. You have many options!

Make a specific list of needs or complaints for next appointment and make your problems their problems. ‘I vomit every time I eat xyz can we look into other ways to get the nutrients that food provides or other forms I might tolerate better? If you can’t help me I think I’ll just stop eating it altogether.’ Red flag highlight and underline that shit for them. You shouldn’t need to hold their hand through this but sometimes you gotta work with what you got.

Or find someone else -> SECOND OPINION!!!! If this one fucker can’t help you that doesn’t mean that no one in their field can. You may have just gotten a frog among princes. Don’t be afraid to look elsewhere.

Also, there is the Sometimes Better Sometimes Worse 3rd option: ask people with similar stuff going on how they do it/cope. Find a forum or website, hell google specifics and see what pops. (This is how I learned about certain hacks for my mood disorder). Illness can be isolating but there is probably someone else out there going through exactly the same thing as you, you just need to find them.

Also, if it truly isn’t something they can help with, get them to write that shit down! Documentation is the king of the medical world. You need your gp to acknowledge that this isn’t what you need or isn’t helping? Get your specialist to write a note or email them. A simple ‘Patient is eating proper nutritionally complete diet with no allergies or special dietary needs, general nausea and discomfort persist. Suggest other gastrointestinal specialist or nausea medication to lessen symptoms’ - coming from the right person can change your life. Doctors might not believe you but they will listen to each other more easily. That’s a life hack if there ever was one.

I’m sorry you have had the Shitty Medical Experience. Unfortunate and completely relatable. You just gotta keep at it - find a new angle or workaround. The problem persists but so too should you! You know you have a problem. You know your body better than anyone else so don’t let someone tell you that you are fine when you’re not.

Bruh I had my dietitian appointment that I’ve been waiting 6 months for just to get told to go back to the gp bc it’s “not a food issue”

YEAH NO SHIT LADY

Literally everything I eat makes me feel sick / throw up and or other really fun bodily functions that I don’t want to even think about

I had to fill out so many forms of invasive and incredibly personal information about my body and the reactions it had, for this lady to NOT EVEN LOOK AT THEM

She saw I filled out the food diary (everything I ate made me sick / ill / uncomfortable) but told me that I will still getting the nutrients I need despite it making me so sick so I should continue doing that

The only reason that food log was filled out our properly was because I was told to, otherwise it wouldn’t be

She said that because I have nice skin (I have hEDS my skin will always look a certain way because of this condition) and the fact that I’m not malnourished (and am not underweight) that there’s nothing wrong with me

So great. I’m back to the start, triggered (she told me my weight even after I asked her not to) and told me she sees sicker people then me and therefore it’s not a food issue and I’m fine.

So yay. I’m completely fucked.

If anyone has any advice or suggestions I would love to hear them because I’m desperate at this point.

[polandspringz]

If anyone cares about my Anime Awards votes here’s the messiest description of what I voted for so far (did not vote for film and eng VA yet; need to watch deer king this weekend + need to listen to the voice acting performances). And this was just copy pasted from a notepad so excuse the mess again:

aoty- spy x family; brought more ppl into anime + prompted most discussion

original- lycoris; out of the choices this is like, the only one deserving

charater design- ranking of kings; i try to avoid adaptions bc the character designs are just being translated BUT this is kind of a mp100 situation with how they adapted the character designs from the original art + the unique storybook style for the coloring of the characters

animation- ranking of kings; Not only did it have great action animation, they animated the sign language AND it was done by animators who WERE hard of hearing/deaf.

new series- Ya Boy Kongming!; This show was incredible, I'm so sorry but it was.

continuing- One Piece; The animation quality for the recent arc has been spectacular and so it has IMPROVED especially in the episode 1015 from this year.

opening- ranking of kings opening 2; JUST WATCH THE OPENING AND YOU UNDERSTAND. They got that 18 year old Vercreek on that shit I still can't believe they can do that level of animation at that age JESUS.

ending- Kaguya-sama; Listen I hated Kaguya sama and refused to watch it and then this ending happened and I was so hyperfixated on it that I binged the entire series and the emotions shown in the ending + the symbolism/them combining the myth of princess kaguya with a star wars esque fight was so cool

best score- Ya Boy Kongming; This is hard because it's like score so... instrumental? But Kongming was like a music anime with vocals and the rap battle fight was so good but also it had a lot of original songs.

Song- new genesis; Listen, Ado hit those notes

director- Spy x Family; BECAUSE THIS MAN SINGLE HANDEDLY SAVING CLOVERWORKS AFTER THE WONDER EGG DISASTER AND ALSO AT WIT NAVIGATING THEIR OWN CRUMBLING FINANCIAL SITUATION!!! Plus they did deviate from the manga at times and go above and beyond (see the castle episode)

Main chara- Bojji; You have a child prince who is deaf and everyone thinks they can talk shit about him in FRONT of him because they think he doesn't know what theyre saying but he CAN read lips and he defies death + saves his entire kingdom despite his lack of physical strength and learns to overcome many things and isn't "fixed" ever need I say more

Supporting- Kage from Ranking of Kings; ties into the above

Must protect- Kotaro; Anya can handle HERSELF. Kotaro literally was neglected and ate LEAVES he was starving so badly and has been forced to learn how to be independent despite being liek SIX YEARS OLD ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

action- Spy x Family; I didn't give them the animation vote so they're getting this since they excelled in action animation.

Comedy- Ya Boy Kongming; This is the only isekai that matters you've got a chinese war tactician reincarnated into present day and he just becomes a rising singer's manager and he does a fucking rap battle need I say more.

Drama- dance dance danseur; SO TORN because the ending of eighty six was so good for the episodes that DID come out in 2022 but its more Historic Drama? Fantasy Drama? Idk its a fictional war but Dance Dance Danseur deserves recognition too and Jumpei's journey and the conflict between him and the other two protags is staged like a ballet's story etc. etc.

Fantasy- ranking of kings; see everything ive already said

romance- call of the night; This series takes a really unique look on romance by basically having someone who is aromantic trying to fall in love with an asexual, romance repulsed vampire because to become a vampire you need to fall in love with one. And it explores the feelings (although it never outright uses the terms) of being ace well imo.

japanese va- Yor

[harrywavycurly]

Ahhhh can we get the conversations thing with Eddie when we first started dating or like first met??💕

Hiiii babes!! Sure!! This was another fun one😂 so I hope you enjoy!💖

*I just see Eddie being awkward at first and then he gets more comfortable as time goes on*

“Uhh so would you maybe want to go eat with me sometime? Or drink? Or like we could do both? Like Uhm a meal or something.” “Eddie just ask me to dinner don’t make it weird.” “Right. Sorry. Would you like to go to dinner?” “Sure. Let’s go.” “Wait like right now??”

“You can hold my hand Eddie.” “Oh uh okay.” “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” “I must always look cute then because fuck you make me nervous sweetheart.” “I’m adding making dungeon masters nervous to my resume. I think that’s a good quality people look for.” “You’re so annoying.” “Says the one with sweaty hands.”

“Your hair looks nice uh did you do something new to it?” “I put it in a bun.” “It’s a nice bun…” “Thanks Eddie. Want me to show you how to do it? Your hair in long enough.” “Would you? I sometimes put it in like a ponytail or whatever but yeah a bun would be cool.” “Can I braid your hair one day?” “Uhh can we come back to that?”

“You like hot Cheetos?” “Like? No. I love them.” “They are like a torture device in the shape of food.” “If you can’t handle them just say that. They are my comfort food.” “Comfort food?” “Yes. If I’m sad or mad a bag of these bad boys will fix it.” “Okay so I should always have a bag on hand?” “That would be wise.”

“How the fuck do you get around in this thing it’s like driving a fucking boat.” “Hey be nice. This van has been through a lot.” “I can tell. Now where am I going?” “Straight back to being in the passenger seat if you keep talking shit about my ride baby.” “Sorry sorry. She’s a lovely van and she’s doing great.” “That’s better. Now make a left right up here.” “Take a right?” “No I meant lef-” “Eddie this is a dead end what the hell?”

“You made this?” “Yes why do you sound shocked?” “It’s really good.” “Gee thanks baby do I normally make shitty food?” “No you just normally don’t cook.” “It’s Mac and Cheese, a Munson specialty.”

“So uh have you ever like been arrested?” “Like handcuffed?” “Uh yeah.” “No. Jim’s never actually put them on me.” “Jim? As is Jim Hopper? You are on a first name kinda thing with him?” “Yes. I have slight anger issues and have lashed out a few times and he’s been called but it’s nothing serious he loves me.” “Jesus baby…” “Is that like an issue?” “You know I’m like fully a drug dealer right?” “Well yeah but you’ve never been in trouble with Hawkins P.D.” “Im totally fine with you being the badass in this relationship sweetheart.”

“I’m not getting in that canoe baby.” “Why not? It’s totally safe.” “I’ve seen you almost sink to the bottom of this damn lake in that thing so yeah. No. I’m good.” “Fine then enjoy sitting here alone.” “What? You’d leave me here?” “Yes.” “That’s harsh. Fine I’ll get in the damn canoe.”

“So if you’re my boyfriend does that mean I get to wear your vest?” “You want to wear my vest?” “Yes? I’d wear the whole thing but your leather jacket isn’t my style.” “Uh yeah sure baby you can wear it whenever you want.” “Can I add some pins to it?” “If you try to sneak a Madonna pin on my vest I’ll never let you wear it again.” “That’s if you ever get it back.”

[daenqyu]

— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing  

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye 

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too 

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing 

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits 

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear 

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert 

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake” 

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself 

but he knows you’re still in your underwear 

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out 

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed”

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

oh

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight 

why are you so pretty? 

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on 

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions 

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks  rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door 

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima 

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do 

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder 

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset 

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets 

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him? 

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content 

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness 

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed 

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together 

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you 

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up 

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack 

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane 

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that 

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff 

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed” 

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt 

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is 

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself 

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices 

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him 

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie 

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways 

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?” 

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing 

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression 

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t  k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness 

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study 

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised? 

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything 

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy 

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response 

which he receives quickly 

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something 

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie 

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a  b r a 

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again 

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen 

“thank god you’re awake” 

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering 

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment 

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers 

which makes his heart speed up 

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now” 

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

[geographerdose]

Amber Heard Rising Sign Guess Pt. 1:

🏜️I would prefer to do a part 2 to this now that I have some more concepts under my belt. The major public life event will come in handy. I cannot believe seven months have gone by since I wrote this. I am going to go through and update it.

I am not a certified astrologer but I am taking a traditional astrology course. This is for entertainment and learning purposes only.

Please do not copy or plagiarize my work. I’ve been procrastinating for years to get this out of my head, throw me a bone here. 🍖

Also please note that I use 🗣whole houses, traditional astrology style. Many of these observations are sign-based aspects due to the unpublicized birth time. I looked for fairly close conjunctions, squares, oppositions, etc. by paying attention to where the planets fell at the beginning/middle/ending of the signs. The planets don’t change THAT much over the course of a day but still that first house is critical to interpreting the rest of a chart.

🚀Pisces with ruler Jupiter in 1H —> powerful placement, someone that can make change happen. Generally likable and gregarious people. Jupiter is at its domicile in Pisces, however it’s benevolence is not at the top of its game in a night chart.

✨Venus is star of the show in a nocturnal chart, which is great for the Native as its in its domicile in Taurus. Venus makes a trine to her exalted Cap Mars, really firming up that standard classic physical beautiful.

☕️The sextile from Scorpio Pluto enhances, sex-ifies, mystifies and ultimately overwhelms; making her seem unattainable and thus INCREDIBLY desired. She’s almost feared for how beautiful she is. (Beauty carries a certain terror with it: the way in which it is this never-expiring, highly in-demand mode of currency, but the substance of which is fleeting in a forever-aging, changing reality? It gives an authoritative and threatening tone to something already so ethereal, something that can never be “proved” to even exist, unless it’s widely agreed upon by many.) We want what we can’t have and we’re terrified to lose it at the same time. Forever wanting, seeking.

💰2H is ruled by Mars which is exalted in the 11H despite the conjunction with Neptune. She is well known in the public (11H) as a sex symbol 💄and just incredibly beautiful person, albeit ☠️problematic behavior. The Neptune helps to color (beneficial due to her beauty) illusions around her reputation with groups. This can also be detrimental because with all that beauty and magnetism comes haters and jealous people who will only see and speak on the worst to cover their own insecurities.

📣We’re all human but gorgeous ones like her get away with a lot. I am simply pointing this out because it does not get said enough. -sincerely, an ugly person with an Aries mercury degree

🚨 NOT SAYING that mercury Aries degrees people are ugly but if they are they probably get in trouble for it, lmao. They can say sht that isn’t necessary, sht that can be hurtful, even if their intent is not to harm. Not thinking; loose lipped.

🌸Just saying that she has an Aries Mercury which can be impulsively speaking out of anger. We all know Aries is the petulant child of the zodiac and mercury rules thoughts/speaking/communication.

🌻The degree makes a difference is all I’m saying so others with mercury at 1 degree, 13 degree and 25 degree regardless of sign may struggle with it too.

💭Pure conjecture: The birth time is unpublicized due to 9H Scorpio Pluto influence. Since Pluto is in its domicile in Scorpio, this makes it a strong planet in a strictly quantitative way (quality over quantity) and plays out by being largely paranoid about such things related to 9H topics such as learning, or being the unintentional subject of others learning. (Sorry… I realize this makes me a hypocrite but maybe just the heart of a reporter to get the truth out.)

🦂Scorpio is a fixed sign trying to “fit” into constantly changing, mutable nature of the 9th place of learning, open-minded and expansive energy. This creates for paranoia, since the fixed home we seek is forever changing at a heated rate (fire influence with traditionally ruled Mars).

💭 I feel wherever Scorpio lies is where we are paranoid in. Ex.) 5H not wanting to share creative endeavors with others and being paranoid someone will steal them. They want attention but fear what that attention might bring:

🤡1️⃣ “No one cares about your work because you’re invisible and you have no friends, idiot.” VS. 🤺

🤡2️⃣”Exactly, I’m invisible so what if I write something brilliant and someone more popular comes along and just steals it from me?”

➡️Kind of vibe. Knowing a risk has to be taken to get ahead but being paranoid and wanting to hold onto the stability that exists. Scorpio energy —> unintentional (or intentional 🤫) calculation due to intense paranoia which leads to a confidence fueled by 📚 preparedness and thoroughness

💥 also with Pluto in the 5H: these people may work so hard at perfecting a work of art (writing included + all the quality time and patience for the edits) only to delete it all because they’re paranoid.

🟰😎Basically whatever house is ruled by Scorpio is where you take extra special care to not appear/be vulnerable in. Not wanting to share sexual encounters or put self out there for sex, can also be 5H Scorpio so cancer risings. (Millennial cancer risings to be exact since Pluto in Scorpio is a generational planet)

🐐Her 11H Cap Mars makes a square to her 8H Libra Moon 🌙 —> group dynamics/group standing or reputation can clash with sex/other peoples money. Mars is exalted in Capricorn, making for abundant physical attractiveness, as Mars is ultimately the planet of sex in its most primitive, carnal form. Squares are great for productive change, so I have read (and experienced). The trine from her domicile Venus in the 2H of finances has worked out in her favor in that wealthy men want to take care of her.

🏹Her 10H Sag Saturn makes a sextile to her 8H Libra Moon 🌙—> possibly this is her karmic “reward” equal (⚖️) to the behavior during/around Saturn return time (approximately 5 or so years ago, assuming most peoples SR end by 30.)

🪐Saturn takes its time to deliver harsh punishment but he is exact, calculating and always accurate. Albeit seemingly cruel and unforgiving, which maintains the fear threshold and thus his power.

⛴Mercury in Aries in the 2H ruling personal finances makes an opposition to her 8H moon of other peoples money, essentially meaning her 👄 🔥 angry mouth gets her in trouble. She is impulsive and quick to anger thanks to the Aries mercury. (No judgment, cause same.) Pointing out where this tension lies, in the axis of money, is where it will and has affected her.

🔼The Saturn-Mercury trine also speaks to this possible being a karma-related thing which I’ve read titles and a couple good articles from other authors regarding the karma of her and Depp’s charts. And she is right around the age to where Saturn can strike so to speak. That’s the thing with him: he is so long-lasting and ever-present, that he can strike at any moment, again feeding the fear and maintaining power.

🥷The 12H of hidden enemies is ruled by Saturn which falls in her 10h of career. It is present with the modern ruler of Aquarius: Uranus, the planet of unexpected change. This spells out trouble and enemies in regards to career-like arenas and connections.

💰 Her 8H Libra moon opposes her 2H Aries mercury. Libra moon wants to have balanced partnerships at a core level but impatient, temperable mars-ruled impulsive mercury steps in. She often says things she doesn’t mean out of anger. And this affects her finances, both her own and in regards to others peoples finances (and how it affects hers).

💭 At the very least, her true thoughts do NOT equal what she speaks.

🪞Her 10H is ruled by Sag, the ruler of which falls in her 1H again, signaling being known for her appearance. In this case, she is widely known as being incredibly beautiful.

🏋🏻Sign based Saturn square Jupiter —> a lot of people with Jupiter in 1H can struggle with weight since Jupiter expands whatever it touches but I believe this is reined in by the Saturn influence, even if it’s a harsh aspect. Squares are thought to be very effective in goading effective and necessary changes. Uranus is also close by Saturn in her 10H of Sag which signals possibly sudden unexpected changes, particularly after a Saturn return. Obviously she doesn’t struggle with her weight and has always maintained a flawless figure.

🤡(Just because we already know how this plays out so hindsight is 20/20 plus it’s easy to look at a public figures life much easier than your own and be effective and objective about it.)

💰Interesting that her 8H of other peoples money is ruled by Venus, which falls in her 3H of communication because Venus it’s at its domicile in Taurus, giving her that beauty, and it’s tied into other peoples money. This can be shown she can gain monetary gain due to her good looks. It wasn’t just Johnny Depp but Elon freaking Musk, one of the wealthiest men in the world.

🚨There’s a square between her 2H mercury and her 11H cap mars. This creates tension for sure because her house of relationships 7H is ruled by mercury. Which lies in a challenging aspect with the god of war and also non coincidentally another earth sign aka stubborn city.

🏡4H is also ruled by mercury which is being maltreated by mars but this is mitigated by the fact that the sun is below the horizon making it a night chart and the malefic who does the most harm at night is Saturn. I believe this ultimately points to her becoming successful and finding strength out of her very rough upbringing (4H Chiron: deepest wounding happened at home, during childhood. Very sad and seriously traumatic.)

[fernweh-writes]

Hey, it’s me again :3

My birthday is soon(next week on the Friday)

So I wondered if you could write headcanons for the Slasher with an Birthday S/O.

Like what would they give her, what would they do on her birthday. You probably get what I mean.

But only if it’s alright and you got time, if not it’s also fine^^

I already say thank you :3💕💕(btw I really love your writing <3)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE, I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!! I did see the other little tidbit you sent in and yes, ofc, anything for you. Especially since it’s your birthday and you asked so nicely<3

(Going ahead and posting this a lil early… i think? I can’t remember when you sent this in sorry :/)

-Fern🌿

Slashers on their S/O’s Birthday

Warnings: NSFW content, 18+

Michael Myers

Michael has always been pretty indifferent towards birthdays. So what, you’re getting older big whoop. He doesn’t see them as important and doesn’t understand the point of celebrating them.

However, as you keep mentioning to him that your birthday is coming up, he gets the hint. Michael isn’t stupid and he knows you well enough to be able to tell what you want.

Still, Michael isn’t going to throw you a party or decorate or anything like that. Instead he makes a statement just by spending the entire day with you.

During your time spent together you find out Michael did actually buy a cake for you. Although it was also partially for his own benefit as well seeing as he has a major sweet tooth. He even got “Happy Birthday y/n” written on the top in your favorite color. When you bite into it, you realize that it’s also your favorite flavor.

After the cake, Michael brings you a small box with a horribly tied ribbon wrapped around it. Don’t look at him funny, he tried okay. So what the gift inside was most likely stolen from a victims, you got a present that you loved. Isn’t that all that really matters?

Michael isn’t much of a giver in bed, he prefers to take. He mainly focuses on achieving his own end and whatever pleasure you get during that is what you get. But tonight he’ll make a point of not only making you finish first once, but numerous times throughout the night. Today is about you after all, why not try and set a new record in bed to mark the start of a new age.

Bo Sinclair

Morning sex, congratulations, this morning you become breakfast for Bo. No need to get up early to cook for him when he can simply devour you.

Surprise! He won’t be an ass to anyone for one whole day. Just for you darlin’. If some people happen to stumble into town, Bo won’t let anyone ruin your day, and quickly has Vincent take care of them. Even Lester will help out if need be, even though Les hates participating in the “family company”.

Sneaks away in the middle of the night to decorate the house. Luckily, Vincent pitches in and helps him make everything look nice. Bo goes all out with streamers, balloons, banners, he even got you a cake!

He’s more than eager to give you your presents as well. Of course he had to buy you a lingerie set, it’s a surprise that’ll help the two of you later that night…

Bo is a simple man, he just wants everyone to know that you belong to him. So he also got you a dainty little necklace of his name. Sure it may be cute to you, but secretly he’s laying his claim to you.

Usually he’s busy with keeping up the town but just this once he spends the entire day with you. Bo spending so much quality time with you doing whatever you want really says a lot.

He may even take you to the next town over for a nice dinner. After all, no one should have to cook on their own birthday and it’ll make good use of the cute little sundress he got you and gives you the opportunity to dress up. You better wear the lingerie he got you under it though. Good luck making it to the bedroom when the two of you get back from the restaurant.

Vincent Sinclair

You’re not sure who is more excited, him or you. Vincent makes sure that you have the best time ever and makes the whole day about you. It’s the perfect chance for him to spend the whole day with you and show you how much he loves you.

When you wake up he’ll be missing. He woke up early to make you your favorite breakfast. He had hoped to bring it to you in bed but sadly you’ve always been the early riser. Luckily for you, unlike Bo, Vincent is a good cook. How do you think the three boys survived before you showed up?

Vincent has always been a more private person so while there’s not any decorations all over the house and he can’t take you out to a fancy dinner you can still expect plenty of sweet surprises. He made you a bouquet of wildflowers that he picked, got you the new books you had been telling him you wanted, managed to snag one of the vinyls for the new album your favorite artist had recently released, and even got you some new outfits that he thought would look cute on you.

Vincent would be the one to put on music and dance around the living room with you. He enjoys personal time with you and uses the day to really express to you just how much he cares for you.

At the end of the day he runs you a hot bath. While you soak in the tub he throws around the rose petals and gets the ribbons and candles ready. Before you have time to get dressed Vincent will be scooping you up, tossing you on the bed, and tying you up. Be ready for a long night!

Thomas Hewitt

There’s not really much he can do for you seeing as the town is running low on supplies. Still, he’ll do his best to still make your birthday special for you. Mainly he’s just going to kick Hoyt and Monty out for the day so that you can have one peaceful day together. Luda gets to stay seeing as she’s also happy to celebrate with you.

Thomas lets Luda Mae know he wants to surprise you with something. So while he works on the surprise she’ll make sure to keep you occupied. Luda Mae will fix your hair for you and go ahead and give you the gift that she had made you, a sundress made from floral print fabric. She’s so happy her son found someone, especially someone as beautiful as you.

Thomas will have handmade you a small necklace. Since you didn’t tell him about your birthday until shortly before the day, you left him with little time to make it. He’s lucky that your comfortable with Luda Mae and he can get her to keep you distracted,

When Tommy sees you with the dress his momma made you and your hair fixed up he almost forgets about the small piece of jewelry in his pocket.

After hearing you squeal with delight when you open his gift he’s ecstatic! He loves nothing more than making you happy. when you eagerly get him to help you put it on he thinks he’s going to spontaneously combust with his love for you.

Luda Mae will bake you a cake. You’re basically her daughter in law at this point and she’s going to make sure that you have a good day. She enjoys having another woman in the house and enjoys seeing you and Thomas happy together. You’ve given her the complete family that she’s always wanted.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is very good at being sneaky. At this point, Malcolm already knows that Brahms is a real person. So Brahms has no issue with getting Malcolm to bring him everything he needs and giving him the extra money for the week. He makes sure to cover all the bases, he got you presents, a small cake, and of course stuff to decorate the living room.

The decorations in the living room aren’t necessarily the best. Brahms hasn’t been responsible for doing anything like this in his whole life. But he still does his best to try and impress you and make you happy. Just don’t expect for his best to be very good. After all, it is the thought that counts.

Honestly Brahms not being self centered for once should be enough of a surprise. It’s your birthday so he’ll make sure to be on his best behavior just for you! No tantrums or arguing, he promises! He even makes sure to hide the schedule for the day to make sure you know that today you get to relax.

Of course, you’ll still have to cook since Brahms is only capable of making sandwiches. His peanut butter to jelly ratio may be perfect but that’s not exactly the type of meal he thinks you would want on your birthday. So he does make sure to get the ingredients for all of your favorite foods!

Your presents include expensive jewelry, pretty clothes, and of course lingerie although that’s more of a gift for Brahms than it is for you. He’ll have you model all of the dresses and clothes that he got you. The big finale is the lace bra and underwear that you won’t be wearing for much longer.

Brahms is a switch and usually ends up being the more submissive one in bed. Tonight however, he’ll co for a change of pace and be more dominant. For once, he was the one spoiling you instead of the other way around and that brings out the more mature and dominant side of him. Expect o be sore the next day though, Brahms isn’t exactly good with holding back.

Billy Loomis

Billy has a tendency to be narcissistic and obviously an ass. But he can also be great at hiding those traits. On your birthday he makes sure to do exactly that, really playing up the bad boy/boy next door front he’s capable of. Tatum did believe that he was practically perfect, and on your special day, he’ll do his best to do exactly that.

He may not have the same money as Stu, but he still manages to spoil you. You’ll have his full attention for the day and he let you decide almost everything. Billy even lets you pick out the movies that you watch together on your birthday, which is something he’s never allowed to happen before.

Seeing you be happy gives him a funny feeling that he’s not used to which can cause him to act a little awkward. You throw him off a little bit. He didn’t expect to care so much about someone until you fell into his lap. He’s a simp for you and he knows it. If he wasn’t then he wouldn’t be making reservations for that fancy restaurant you loved and buying you a new outfit just for said reservation. Yeah he’s down bad.

Makes sure that you order whatever you want, today cost doesn’t matter. But if he knows your favorite, he orders for you in an attempt to impress you. See, he remembers your favorite food, isn’t he just the best. Also gets your favorite over priced dessert even if you have to take it to go. He can’t bake and he knows that store bought cake just doesn’t compare to the fancy restaurants.

He bought you lingerie for under that cute little outfit and he expects to see it by the end of night. Expect to pinned against the front door before either of you has the chance to unlock it. Billy has been imagining you in nothing but your birthday suit all night and he simply cannot wait any longer.

There’s nothing he enjoys more than seeing you fall apart underneath him. He loves seeing you look absolutely cock drunk with your makeup smeared on your face. Your moans and begs eventually begin to melt together and you just become and incoherent mess as he makes you cum again and again. It’s still not enough for him though, he’s going to make you scream.

Stu Macher

He is very determined to make you have the best day over. Expect breakfast in bed! It may not be great but eat it anyways, Stu is not a morning person and he managed to drag his ass out of bed early just for you. So even if the scrambled eggs have the occasional crunch to them it’s best to just grin and bear it.

Is very determined to take you shopping. Expect for him to buy you anything that you touch or pick up. Like the amazing boyfriend he is he will also carry the many bags that you end up with. You’ll have a brand new wardrobe by the end of the day. Of course he made you pick out a few lingerie sets. He even pointed out the ones he liked and made you find your size.

Of course, Stu will still take you out to a fancy restaurant and do the whole traditional night out thing. After dinner though the two of you will end up on the roof of his house that he made sure to help you out on. Stu is secretly a hopeless romantic deep down and will spend time looking at the stars with you because he thinks it’s something that you would like. Will listen to you as you ramble on about planets and watch as you point out constellations if that’s something you do.

Stu is very clingy at all times so he will be hanging over you all day. That’s nothing really out of the ordinary though. But usually those touches include grabbing your boobs, smacking your ass, and rubbing your hips. On your birthday the touches turn more gentle. Expect him to gently tuck your hair behind your ear so he can see your face, gently caressing your cheek, rubbing your knuckles while he holds your hand, all soft and sweet gestures to convey he truly does care.

He’s usually very fast paced with everything including talking, movements, and of course that includes in bed. But tonight he’ll be slow and gentle, drawing everything out. Also makes sure to focus on your pleasure instead of his own for once.

Asa Emory

Asa never thought he would celebrate anyone’s birthday. He certainly never celebrated his own and doesn’t see the point in doing so. To him, birthdays are just another day and there’s no point in celebrating ageing. So he went about most of his life ignoring birthdays, until you came along.

Asa adored you and your enthusiasm for life and all the good things in the world. You were a bright person, especially when compared to him, and he loved the innocence about it. So when you began to mention your birthday coming up with excitement in your voice he knew that you had expectations for your special day.

He may not be a person who celebrates but he’ll be damned if he disappoints. You’re the one good thing life has given him and he’s not letting you get away from him. If that means getting you a small cupcake and sticking a candle in it and a present then so be it. He can manage doing a little something for you.

When he’s not in his collector persona he is much more awkward and an absolute dork in your eyes. So when he takes you out for a nice dinner you’ll notice his slightly off behavior. Asa doesn’t like crowded public spaces and you’ll be able to pick up on his fidgeting. Luckily your good at carrying the conversation for him.

Asa appreciates that you understand it’s hard for him. So when you begin to do most of the talking and don’t pressure him to contribute much to the conversation besides the occasional nod he’s able to relax.

On the way home he gets nervous once more. What if you hate the present he got for you or expected more. He had only gotten you one thing and it wasn’t much. But when you finally open it and you light up like a kid on Christmas morning he lets out a heavy sigh and finally relaxes. It was only a simple necklace but you acted like he had just handed you the stars.

Asa will be surprisingly gentle with you for one night. Of course, he’ll still tie you up and absolutely wreck you but he makes sure to leave out the cutting and biting out for once. The only bruises you have will be on your hips from his harsh grip. It’s the closest thing you’re going to get to love making from him, but you know him well enough to get the meaning behind it.

Jesse Cromeans

Anything you want and it’s yours, he can make anything happen for you. He makes sure to tie up any loose ends with his business well before your birthday so that nothing can interrupt his time spent with you. Of course he makes sure to spoil you even more than he normally does.

Would love to take you on some fancy vacation and stay in one of the finest hotels there. Go ahead, pick any place you want to travel to and he’ll make the arrangements. He makes sure that anywhere he takes you is more private and remote rather than tourist-y though. Both so that he feels more comfortable and so that you can feel special and not have to deal with crowds.

Does the whole flower petals on the bed, candles, flowers, ice bucket with champagne kind of ordeal back at the hotel. Did you really expect him not to though? He has the money to so why not and he knows that even though you claim it’s cheesy that you absolutely love it. Th blush on your face and look in your eyes give away your love of cheesy things and he pays attention to every little thing you do.

Of course you get new jewelry, designer clothes, and lingerie but you get other gifts as well. Pretty much anything you’ve mentioned to him recently he makes sure to get you. Rambling on about that new book your favorite author just released? It’s yours! Been needing new materials for any of your hobbies? You got them!

Expect rough sex. Jesse rarely does gentle and with how much smaller you are than him he can sometimes accidentally hurt you. Your just so small and fragile compared to him kitten, he can’t help it. Of course he always makes sure to take care of you afterwards with a hot bath and will gently massage the knots out of your muscles. Jesse always makes sure that you’re taken care of.

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Rural Rivalry (Clark Kent x Reader x Bucky Barnes) p2

Summary: Moving back home is made tolerable when you start dating you old grade school crush, but tensions build between him and your childhood best friend.

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON, smut, fingering, rough sex, spanking, (some others but ya know… spoilers 🤫)

Note: This was the first thing I ever wrote, and I decided to go back and edit the hell out of it because it was BAD 😬. I feel a bit better about it now so I figured I’d post it. Fuck it. THIS IS A DARK FIC! Mind the warnings y’all. 😘

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Chapter 2:

Holding your breath, you rub down the popcorn machine with water and a bit of vinegar. The pungent fumes wafting into your nose as you bend over to make sure it is pristine. You love working at the small town theater with Wanda and Steve, not only is it great working with your friends, but jobs are hard to find around here.

Steve’s family owns the theater but with his fathers passing and his mothers failing health, Steve has taken over most of the responsibilities. He claims that with all the extra work he has on the management side he could use an extra pair of hands, and you couldn’t be more grateful. The job isn’t glamorous, but it’s familiar due to it being your summer job in high school.

The place hasn’t changed, but nothing ever does here. Still has the same dated patterned carpets, and paneled walls with antique sconces. The Rogers family takes pride in maintaining the old school charm of their theater, much like the rest of the town, unwilling to change. Which is why you are saving every paycheck until you have enough to move to the city.

“Hey, you gonna be ok if I head out for the day? Steve said he’d come cover for me but that probably won’t be for another hour or so,” Wanda frets as she leans on the counter, nervously fiddling with her purse strap.

She has been off all morning and reluctant to talk about it. Assuming she probably had a hangover from the plethora of drinks at the bonfire, you try not to press too hard for an explanation.

“Yeah of course. You sure you’re ok?” You toss the dirty cloth in the bucket and turn to look at her.

“Yeah … yeah. I’m just feeling a little sick I think. Nothing a little Netflix and hot cocoa can’t fix.” Wanda lets out a low fake laugh. You watch as she glances nervously at the front door for the third time since you started talking and you tilt your head at her.

“If you’re so eager to get away from me I won’t stop you,” you kid with a smirk as she finally meets your eye.

“I’m not!” She squeaks defensively, but her worry dissipates as she takes in your teasing face. “I’m sorry. I just can’t be–“

The metallic scratch of the door sliding across the frame makes you both pause and look over at the large shadow taking up the entire doorway. It only takes you a moment to recognize the burly muscular shoulders and chest, barely contained in a tight white shirt.

“Hey, Clark! What are you doing here? I thought Saturdays were coaching days?” You questioned as he stands there holding the door open.

A knowing grin grows on his face as a rush of middle school boys bust through the door not a second later, all chattering loudly.

“Little field trip. Decided to do something different today since it looks like it’s gonna rain here soon,” Clark saunters over to the counter as the kids all rush to grab at the candy display.

Clark has coached the local kids baseball team for years, it’s always one of his most endearing qualities and makes all the girls in town swoon. Right as Clark reaches the counter you realize Wanda is gone. She must have hurried out the back door, possibly trying to avoid some unknown awkwardness with Clark.

“You look surprised to see us,” he chuckles. “I figured Steve would have told you we were coming, I texted him about it earlier.”

“No he didn’t but lucky for you guys, you get the whole theater to yourself!” You smile brightly at the group of young boys.

After the movie starts, you grab the broom and dust pan to rid the floor of the popcorn the team scattered across the lobby in their haste to get to their seats. The lobby is quiet except for the scratch of the bristles along the floor and the muffled voices from the movie behind the heavy doors.

The soft thud of heavy footfalls reach your ears too late as one thick arm wraps around your middle and another is held securely over your mouth, silencing your shocked scream. They lean back lifting your feet off the ground and you kick wildly as you start to panic.

“Gotcha girly,” a deep voice chuckles in your ear.

The large hand over the lower half of your face prevents you from turning to see theirs, but the strong musk of sweat, car grease, and pine gives them away. You make your body go limp as you lick the offending hand still over your mouth.

“Ick, I wouldn’t lick that, you have no idea where it’s been,” Clark teases, releasing your face while continuing to hold you off the ground.

“Ugh, gross! Clark you scared the hell out of me,” you laugh as he swings you back and forth in the air before finally placing you gently on the ground.

Spinning to look at him, you throw out a half hearted punch to his rock hard stomach, immediately regretting it and pulling your hand back with a hiss. He smiles at your playful hit and raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I feel like I don’t see you anymore,” he pouts. “And the bonfire doesn’t really count, we were both … distracted,” he argues, cutting off your retort.

“Oh, so my boyfriend is a distraction now? I suppose that’s better than boy toy,” you guffaw.

“Ha, well regardless he’s been hogging all your free time. Which I think is unfair since you were mine first,” he points his long finger in your face squinting at you, just daring you to deny it.

You laugh at his serious expression and pretend to bite his finger. His eyes darken slightly but you don’t notice as you turn to go put the broom back. He follows and hops up on the counter watching you wander around the lobby trying to find things to keep you busy.

“So… I actually wanted to ask about what happened between you and Wanda last night,” you ask curiously.

“Why? Jealous someone else got my attention?”

“Ha Ha. You’re so funny,” you quip as he smirks. “No. I just feel like she’s been acting a bit off and I am worried about her. Did something happen?” His face falls but his eyes never waver from you.

“I don’t know. We talked… well more like she talked a lot at the bonfire. Once you guys left I offered her a ride home, she was pretty drunk by then. She tried to kiss me and I told her no. I’m not about to take advantage of a girl in that state,” he shrugs casually.

“Always such a gentleman” you tease with a sweet smile. “She must just be embarrassed about getting so drunk and hitting on you. Maybe you can message her and check in? Just so she knows there is no hard feelings?” You bring your hands together as you beg, putting on your sweetest smile and batting your lashes.

“You know I can’t say no to you, Sugar,” he yields.

“I know. That’s what I love most about you,” you wink.

—

You gingerly climb up the squeaky steps to Wandas apartment over her parents garage, trying not to drop the soup and giant cookie balancing in your hand. You figure you’ll have an easier time getting her to talk if you bribe her with food. You lightly knock on the door before letting yourself inside. The smell of freshly baked apple pie floods your nose as you toss your purse down on the floor and slip off your shoes.

“Hey girl. Oh. My. God. Please tell me that’s Aunt May’s special soup!” Wanda exclaims tripping over furniture in her rush to take it from you.

Wandas apartment has always been one of your favorite places. There is a tiny kitchen in the far corner with white cabinets and copper cookware hanging over a small island. She painted the walls a soft rose pink color that compliments the crazy floral hand-me-down furniture. The beautiful hard wood floor decorated with fluffy shag carpets that match the textured pillows and blankets everywhere. The small bedroom tucked away in the corner adjacent to the kitchen hides an even tinier bathroom. This apartment is one of the few places you’ll miss when you move away, it always feels like a safe place, exactly how Wanda makes you feel.

“Yes I picked up your super special soup from the market and your favorite obnoxiously large cookie,” you laugh at her adorable giddy expression as she takes both with a squeal.

“You sure know how to spoil a girl,” Wanda replies before stopping and turning to face you slowly with a quirked brow. “What do you want?” Her eyes narrow in suspicion.

You let out a laugh and raise your hands in submission. “Hey I’m just here concerned about a friend,” you pause as you go to cuddle up on the couch with the abundance of fuzzy pillows before you continue. “… and possibly convince you to talk about what happened with Clark,” you hastily say the last part before raising a pillow in front of you to block the spoon flying at your face.

“HEY! That could have done damage,” you both laugh as Wanda pulls another spoon from the drawer and comes to join you in the living room cradling her soup.

Wanda sighs before finally speaking, “I make no promises.”

Her smile falters, apprehension in her eyes when she looks at you, and it breaks your heart. You thought you two were close enough that she wouldn’t be embarrassed about something like this.

“You are adorable and while I hate that it didn’t go how you wanted, Clark was just trying to do the right thing. Men are just shit at communication.” You reach out and squeeze her knee, trying to get her to look at you again and when she does you smile, “now I don’t want to hear any more nonsense about cutting back on booze.”

A real laugh finally bubbles out of her as you give her knee a shake and walk to the kitchen to crack open a bottle of wine.

Wanda cheers up after a few minutes and a large glass of wine. You put on some trashy tv shows and chat. After a couple episodes the bottle lay empty and Wandas eyes start to droop, you figured it’s time to text Bucky for a ride. You just finish cleaning up the living room when you hear a honk outside. Wanda walks you to the door and pulls you into a tight hug.

“Thank you for coming over tonight, I needed this,” she admits, waving at Bucky in the car.

You get about three steps down before she stops you, “oh, and… just let me know if Clark does or says anything weird. Ok?”

You look up at her confused, “Like what?”

“I don’t know… just forget it, I’m drunk.” Wanda waves it off, laughing awkwardly. Worry flits across her face once more and she mutters a goodnight, closing the door quickly.

“You coming, darlin’?” Bucky yells from the car breaking you from your thoughts.

—

Bucky’s silence mirrors your own as you sit mindlessly tracing your fingers along his hand resting on your thigh. You don’t notice the tension in his face as your mind returns to Wandas strange warning. Was it a warning? Why is Wanda acting so nervous around you? Are you missing something?

“So, how was your day?” Bucky squeezed your thigh to get your attention.

“Oh, just the usual. Missed having Wanda with me - Steve gets so bossy sometimes. But she said she should be in tomorrow, so that’s good.”

“She didn’t look sick,” he notes with a quirk of his brow.

“Yeah I didn’t think so either. But I have a feeling this was more of the ‘mental health’ day. Those are important too ya know.”

“She didn’t tell you why she ran off then?” Bucky asks.

You hesitate, wondering if Wanda and Clark’s messy date is something you have a right to share. You take in Bucky’s serious expression and decide on something vague, “just recovering from the bonfire, I guess”.

“She did have a bit more than usual last night. Probably something wonder-boys fault,” Bucky grumbles and you bite back your urge to argue.

You’re sorry Wanda is embarrassed but you can’t see how not taking advantage of a drunk woman makes him a bad guy. Clark was trying to be a gentleman, just like you know him to be.

Bucky’s hand slips up your thigh a bit further after he turns the key in the ignition, silencing the roar of the engine. You squeeze your thighs together pinning his hand in place and roll your hips teasingly. Biting your lip and letting out a little moan when his fingers press against your clit, the friction from your jeans sparking your arousal.

“Let’s get you inside, darlin’. You look all wound up,” he breaths into your neck as he slowly slides his hand from between your legs, tickling across the bare skin under your shirt.

His fingers dip under the button of your jeans and still, the anticipation has you to holding your breath. Your hips jut out desperate for more of his tantalizing touches before he abruptly pulls his hand out and unlocks your seatbelt with a quick click. He gives you a cocky smirk before jumping out of the car and you scowl after him as he walks off to his front door.

The door is barely open before you jump on his back and wrap your legs around his waist. His arms automatically clinging to your legs to hold you up while you attack his neck with kisses and drag your teeth across the sweet spot at the base of his neck and shoulder. Pushing your hands along his chest you feel his perfectly sculpted pectorals, giving them a playful squeeze as you hum in appreciation.

“It’s not very nice to tease a lady like that,” you growl in his ear before nipping his earlobe until he grunts and jerks his head away.

His pupils widen as tilts his head to see you out of the corner of his eye, “Lady huh?” He suddenly twirls you around him, cradling your ass in his steady grip, your legs still pinned to his hips.

He walks you backwards, staring at you with a heat in his eyes. You try to smother your excited smile, and gasping when your back hits the flat wall roughly. His left hand snakes up the side of your body until it reaches your collar where he promptly rips down your shirt and bra, exposing one of your breasts.

His eyes flick down to take in your heaving chest before he looks you in the eye again, “all I see is a dirty little slut.”

You whimper at the dirty talk, body yielding instantly to his demanding ministrations. He tears your shirt and bra over your head as he pins you to the wall with his hips, your legs squeezing to help keep you from falling. You reach down to try to take his shirt off too but he growls and rip as you off the wall, carrying you down the hallway while your arms lock around his neck. You manage to drag your teeth across that spot that drives him crazy before he drops you without warning, admiring the way your tits bounce when you hit the firm mattress.

“You are mine,” he growls dangerously as he slowly removes his belt.

He grips the leather firmly in his hand and raises a single brow, the corner of his mouth twitching as he notices your breath hitch. To your surprising disappointment, he drops it to the floor with a loud clank.

“Yes,” you breathe out once you notice his expectant glare.

He smirks, satisfied as he flicks his button open and unzips his jeans extra slow. Your eyes are drawn to his actions and you bite your lip seeing the bulge that threatens to burst out. You can’t help but bring your hands up to the waist of his pants, trying to pull them down but he smacks you away harshly.

“No touching, unless I say so,” Bucky scolds you and you drop your hands with a huff.

“Please, Bucky. Let me see you,” you beg once again bringing your hands up to slide your fingers up his shirt.

With a frustrated growl he grabs your wrists and spins you, tossing you back on the bed faced down. He places a firm hand on your back to keep you from moving while his other rips your pants and underwear down, leaving them bunched around your ankles.

His hot breath hits your neck as he leans over you, “are you sure it’s me you want to see? And not your friend, Clark?”

“W-what?” You sputter in shock and confusion.

“I heard he came to visit you at work while you were all alone. Why didn’t you tell me? Did you do something you shouldn’t have?” He hisses in your ear, the anger in his voice making you shudder.

“No. Of course not,” you say perplexed.

“Liar. I think you want him just as much as he wants you,” he snarls, his scruffy beard scratching your ear uncomfortably.

“Bucky this isn’t funny. I didn’t do anything,” you grunt out, arousal fading to anger at his accusations. “You are hurting me,” you whine as he adds more of his weight to keep you still.

“So you won’t even try to deny it. You do want to fuck him.”

He grabs your wrists and easily holds them to your lower back with a single hand. You try to pull them free but he tightens his grip until you think your wrist might pop.

“No! He’s like my brother! Bucky you are taking this too far. Please, stop,” you beg thickly, tears heating your eyes.

Bucky leans back, studying you for a moment as he keeps you restrained. His free hand gently smooths over your cheek and he hushes you, “it’s ok baby. I believe you. But you should have told me. You’re mine, and I don’t like other people touching what’s mine,” his voice is soft but firm, like he’s scolding a child.

You stay quiet, not wanting to piss him off more by saying the wrong thing. Before, his jealousy just lead to some very hot rough sex, but it had never escalated beyond that. It had never been frightening. You hadn’t realized your body was shaking until he drags his hand down your naked body as he continues to shush you, trying to calm you like some nervous animal.

“I think five is a good place to start, just to remind you what happens when you keep secrets from me,” Bucky utters softly.

“Five?... Wh-,” you start to ask before your scream steals your breath away.

Bucky’s hand leaves a burning sting to your right ass cheek as he lifts it once again, pausing until you catch your breath. You struggle between sobs as you try to pull free and he shifts so that his knees press into the back of your legs, pinning you against the bed.

“Come on darlin’ I know you can take it” Bucky coos as he lands another agonizing smack to the other cheek.

In the past, spankings were sexy and fun, just hard enough to heighten your senses, but these were purposefully cruel. By the time he finishes all five, your eyes are red and swollen from the tears.

He takes his time between each one, making it all the more unbearable and hums in satisfaction as he let his fingers tickle over the hot discolored skin. The soft touches are a relief and a distraction from the pain, but you are too terrified to notice.

“God, that’s so sexy,” Bucky groans, ignorant of the scowl you throw at him over your shoulder as he finally releases your hands.

You push up off the bed trying to stand but your pants, still wrapped around your legs, have you stumbling right into Bucky’s awaiting arms. Pulling you flush against him, he takes in your tear stained face and the way your naked breasts press against his shirt.

“You are so beautiful when you cry,” he praises.

You stare back at him, too shocked to know what to say or do. Anger tells you to slap him and storm out of the house, but your fear cements your feet to the ground.

Taking advantage of your trepidation, Bucky presses his lips to yours for a bruising kiss. Nipping at your lips and forcing his tongue into your mouth. You weakly try to pull away but he pushes you back into the bed, drawing out a pained hiss as your brutalized cheeks hit the scratchy comforter.

He barely gives you room to breathe as his hands roam over your body, with extra attention on your breasts and hips. His fingers dig into the back of your neck as he presses his forehead to yours, his other hand slipping between you as he pulls out his leaking cock and drags it through your folds. You choke out a sob as he slips into your shamefully wet cunt.

“God. Yes. You are so perfect baby. No one else will touch you. This sweet tight cunt is all for me,” Bucky groans, hot breath fanning over your face as his grip tightens on your neck.

“Say it,” he growls with a shake of your head as he slowly moves in you.

“I – I…” you stutter, overwhelmed by all the conflicting emotions and sensations.

“Say. It.” He demands as he grips your hair and tugs sharply. His eyes bore into yours, the blue almost completely gone.

“I’m yours, Bucky,” you whimper pathetically.

You barely recognize yourself, unsure if you actually mean what you are saying, if it’s just the rush of hormones, or possibly self-preservation. Though, your body responds so naturally to his, hands seeking out places he knows makes you weak for him. Spots that make you crave him.

Your anger and fear start to fuel a growing tide within you, his practiced thrusts and tantalizing caresses building you higher than ever. All thoughts beyond your climax fall away and you clench around him, making him groan loudly.

A light sweat starts to break out over your skin as he picks up his pace. Releasing your head, he cages you in with his arms as he starts to pound into you, expression twisting in a focused rage. One hand slides down between your breasts and settles on your hip, anchoring himself to you as his face grows wilder.

“Should I let you come? Are you going to be a good girl for me from now on?” He grunts meanly, hand trailing toward your clit teasingly and pausing just above as he waits for your response.

“Yes! I promise, I will be good. Just – please, Bucky.”

Your mind is so besotted with pleasure and pain you almost feel drunk, as though getting that release might sober you out of this twisted night. But first you need that orgasm, you can decide later if it this will be the last time he is the one to give it to you.

“Oh darlin, I think I still need some convincing,” he chuckles, rolling you back to your stomach.

You scream as he grabs a tender cheek in each hand and squeezes, your fingers digging into the comforter as you try to scramble away from the blinding pain. Bucky laughs darkly, pulling you back until your ass bounces against his pelvis. You whimper as your climax slips away with every second he toys with you.

The familiar clank of his belt buckle causes you to snap your face back to Bucky. He grabs your arms and pulls them back as he wraps the belt around your elbows, causing your back to arch and your chest to stick out obscenely. With your face buried in the comforter, muffling your pleas, he begins dragging his nails down your bent arms.

“Beautiful,” he sighs.

Unable to resist one more light smack to your ass, he shoves himself back inside your still throbbing cunt, moaning at the depth he can reach with this new angle. Bucky goes straight back into his hard fast strokes, balls slapping your clit rapidly and pounding that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Your climax approaches even quicker and you let it build, enjoying the pleasure.

“Let’s finish together, baby. Come for me now,” he demands through ragged breaths.

He shoves his hand beneath you finding your engorged clit and rubs hard circles until he triggers your release. You come undone, shaking and breathless, your whole body clenching around his pulsing dick. Your head is foggy and your body feels like jello, hardly noticing Bucky’s fractured groans as he finishes inside of you.

Heavy breaths fill the room as you regain your senses and he let’s out a deep sigh as his softening dick slips from you. You go to push yourself up but your arms are still restrained causing you to make small noises of protest. Another dark chuckle and Bucky slowly frees you, rubbing your arms gently where the belt had dug into your skin, leaving red lines on your arms.

“You have no idea how sexy you look right now. All marked up for me,” Bucky bites his lip as he lets his fingertips trace lightly over your ass.

You shy away from his touches, scrambling to sit up and gain some distance from him. As the lustful cloud starts to clear the shame, humiliation and hurt descends.

“It hurts,” you say quietly, seeing his eyes flash dangerously. “I – I wasn’t expecting it to be that rough.”

Bucky’s eyes soften, “I did go a little hard, didn’t I?” He lowers his eyes with a frown, brushing his hair back, “I’m sorry, darlin’. I didn’t mean to go so far. I guess I started seeing red after Steve told me you had been stuck with Clark all afternoon,” he explains, jaw ticking in frustration. “If you had just been honest with me I might not have gotten so carried away.”

You hide your scoff, as if you did anything to merit that level of hostility. Naked and still vulnerable, you drag a pillow in front of you and cradle it to your chest as you realized you are going to have to make some hard choices. Do you prioritize your relationship or your childhood friendship? After a heavy silence you gather the courage to speak softly.

“Nothing happened with Clark. I need you to try to start trusting me Bucky. I love you and I want to be with you, but you can’t treat me like that again. Okay? You scared me.” Struggling to maintain eye contact, unsure if he will go off again, you cling tightly to the pillow.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes, voice low with genuine remorse. “I love you too. So much I think it drives me a little crazy sometimes.”

“I know,” you sigh, relaxing your grip.

Maybe he did just get carried away. We all have moments where we lash out and lose ourselves a bit, right? But the way he held you down… the anger in his voice. He didn’t even hear your cries to stop, or he didn’t care.

You lay down, still clutching the pillow as wave of exhaustion settles over you in the wake of that physical and emotional whirlwind. Bucky is quick to lay with you, his hot chest warming your back as he cuddles you close, placing a soft peck to your shoulder.

[todoroki-waifu]

Can I ask for some fluff with Chifuyu~~Where girlfriend reader is use to being affectionate (she’s a naturally affectionate person) so when saying sweet things to him, hugging, cuddling, hand holding, etc. she’s not shy about it and doesn’t really blush compared to Chifuyu who is the opposite! Like he’s always blushing bad and nervous with her being so sweet or close like that. So what if one time Chifuyu decides to be confident and try and make her blush hard for him instead?!! What does he do and/or say💗?

Note: Thank you soooo much for the request! I’m so sorry that this is so late! Not sure if you saw my previous post, but I was out of town and got sick. Feeling much better now! Please don’t hate me! 

Chifuyu x F! Reader

Warning: Some slight suggestive NSFW themes? Cursing (just ass and hell was used a couple times here). Female reader. 

Genre: Fluff and comedy

Word Count: 1,193

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Note: This was the video I used for reference lolol.  Chifuyu was desperate. He wanted to make you feel the way he did. He wanted to see if he could make you nervous or blush. 

No. 

He needed to know if he could also make your heart flutter the way you did to him. 

But maybe going to Baji wasn't really the best idea. Chifuyu was hesitant at first, but he trusted his captain and hoped that he could provide him with some quality advice. 

"Slap her ass." "Wha-what?" "You know, give her ass a little smack." Baji said as he tied his hair back to keep cool from the burning sun. The Toman gang and you were hanging out at the park, taking advantage of the clear weather and summer break. "I can't do that! That's disrespectful!" "Not unless she told you she likes and wants you to do it." Baji replies quickly. He'd never suggest touching anyone without permission. "I wouldn't know. I never tried it." You and Chifuyu have been dating for a few months, but your physical touches only consisted of kissing, holding hands, and hugging. He was too nervous to go any further. He really valued your and his relationship! "Okay, okay. I got it." Baji grins as he calls you over. "Wait, what's your idea?" He sees you slowly approaching him. "Tell her her ass looks juicy. It's a trend going around and apparently girls like it." "What?! I can't say that! Isn't that a little too much?" Chifuyu was trying to think of an alternative but it was too late. "Say what?" You smile at your boyfriend, tilting your head as Baji slaps his hand on his friend's back. "Yeah, buddy, you told me to call her over. What did you wanna say?" He encouraged his vice captain. "Oh, need some privacy? My bad. Let me give you some space." "Everything okay?" You asked, seeing how he looked a bit nervous once Baji left. "Ye-yeah. I just wanted to tell you that your b-butt looks. . . j-juicy." God he just wanted to punch himself until he passed out. This was such a bad idea! Why the hell did he even go with Baji's plan!? "Wait, really? You think so?" Chifuyu hears the excitement in your voice, taking a moment to process your reaction. He thought you'd slap him or think of him as a pervert! "Ye-yeah! It looks great!" He quickly responds. "I'm so happy!" You squealed as you did a little dance. "I've been training with Mikey and doing these new exercises to build my endurance. I have noticed that my muscles are a little bit tighter so I'm glad you noticed, too!" You've been learning how to fight so you wouldn't be a liability to the others. Your main goal was to keep up in a fight so you weren't really focused on building your bottom. But hey, you'll take the added bonus. "Really? Well, it's been paying off! You look amazing, babe! I mean, you always do." Chifuyu felt slightly guilty that he didn't notice until you twirled around a bit. He didn't want to be rude if you caught him staring, but he did steal enough glances to realize a difference. In all honesty, he didn't care much for physical looks. What was important to him was the inside and you had one beautiful soul. "Yay! Thank you!" You turned to the side to show more of your backside. "Did you wanna touch it?" Cue Chifuyu's face erupting into different shades of red. ----------- The first attempt was a failure for him. The only positive was that you were happy with your progress, but you didn't blush once! It was your date night today so he thought he'd try out his new approach this time. Without his captain's help. He got the idea from one of his shoujo mangas and prayed that it would be a success. Chifuyu arrived earlier than the designated meeting time, not wanting to be late. "Chifuyu-kun!" He heard you call his name as you rushed over to him. "Sorry, I hope you weren't waiting too long." "Not at all. I just got here as well." "That's good. I was afraid I wasn't gonna make it. There's a lot of people out today." You fixed your hair. "How do I look? It was super crowded at the train station." "Gorgeous as always." He smiles as he gently takes your hand and plants a soft kiss. "Ready to go, princess?" The only nickname he's ever used with you was 'babe' or 'baby' so he thought to switch it up a bit this time. "Princess?" Although his heart was pounding at his attempt to act smooth around you, he kept his gaze on you. Was that a blush? Was your heart finally fluttering? "That's new. I love it!" You giggle as you now wrap your arms around his neck. "Then if I'm your princess, that means you're my prince." He feels you lay a quick kiss on his lips as you stare lovingly at him. "O-of course!" Now he was faltering. "I hope that our story will have a 'happily ever after'." You buried your face in his chest and he's thankful that you couldn't see his flustered reaction. Chifuyu's heart is joyfully dancing in his chest while he couldn't believe that you'd want a happy ending with him, too!

----------- Note: This video was used for reference lolol.  The vice captain's next effort was inspired by a video he saw while scrolling through his phone. This had to be it! He's never done this before so he was excited to see your reaction. You were hanging out in his room, trying to pick a movie to watch. While you browsed through the selection, he asked if you could stand up. "I wanna show you something." He tries his best to not stutter. "Sure! What is it?" "Hold your hands together." He interlocks his fingers and you do the same. You mimic his movements, watching him lift all his fingers from one hand. Once your fingers were up, he laced both your hands with his, raising your arms above your head. Chifuyu swifty and gently pins you against the wall while his free hand settles on your hip. "Chi-chifuyu-kun..!" Your __(e/c) eyes widen as a red hue decorated your cheeks. There it was! He did it! Gosh, you looked so cute! "A-ah, sorry! Was that too much?" He instantly releases you, Chifuyu's daring demeanor now replaced with his usual, bashful self. Your boyfriend looks away, trying not to seem like he was relishing in your embarrassment. He kind of was and he'll forever keep that image in his mental file, but he didn't want to make things awkward. Chifuyu then feels a slight tug on his sleeve and he directs his head towards the source. He sees his girlfriend, staring up at him with big and mesmerizing __(e/c) orbs while your cheeks continue to hold their red tint. "Can you..can you do that again?" You ask timidly, pulling him slightly closer to you. Heat suddenly rises to his entire face, his mind too frazzled to produce any coherent sentences. You were definitely going to be the death of him. 

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

That’s the golf cart boy that helps your family when you go to the country club and play golf and you ask him to teach you how to swing properly so he can put his arms around you

“I missed.” Y/N huffs as she watches her golf ball sail through the air and disappear into the lake behind her target, her shoulders slouching and mouth dipping into a subdued frown. This is her third failed attempt yet. “You’re utter shit at teaching for someone who’s been working here so long.”

Harry simply gives the amateur a crooked grin from where he’s standing off on the sidelines, his lean arms crossed over his stomach nonchalantly as he waits for her to finish walking towards to him. He takes the bait for their usual banter, snorting in amusement at her fiery reaction. “I’m an amazing golf coach; it’s not my fault you have no talent. I can only build on people’s skills, not pull them out of my ass and hand them over on a silver platter. Maybe if you actually practiced like I told you—”

“Maybe if this sport wasn’t so fucking boring,” she bites back, using the end of her golf club to nudge him pointedly in his sturdy chest, “I would be stimulated enough to try.”

Harry purses his lips to hide a filthy smirk, taking the tool from her and tossing it into the bag across the backseat of his cart. He turns back to face his conditional student, one of his brows inching upwards snidely. “Are you saying you’re not stimulated enough?”

Y/N’s features crack into a scowl at his inappropriate joke. “Hilarious. I bet you’re a hit among pre-teens, aren’t you?”

“I am, yeah!” He quips brightly, exaggerating an innocent smile as he rounds the side of the vehicle and mounts into the driver’s spot. He parts his legs widely as he gets comfortable, and she has to restrain the urge to rake her gaze down the unbelievably short trousers riding up his thick thighs. He pats at the seat beside him symbolically, silently requesting that she join him. “But I’m also great with the ladies. Get a hole in one every time. Literally.”

The girl releases a sound of aggravated disgust at his stupid self-absorbed comment, trudging through the wet grass and rolling her eyes in exasperation as he giggles boyishly. She hauls herself up into the front seat, plopping onto the leather surface with a deadpan expression written all over her face. “You’re despicable.”

“Ooh, that’s a neat new word! Are you working on expanding your vocabulary? Proud of you, love.”

“Just shut up and drive, Tiger Woods.”

“To our usual spot?”

She maneuvers to position herself accordingly, propping her feet onto his lap as he finagles the buggy into the designated setting. She fixes her frilly pastel blue skirt over her thighs as she does so, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a sly eyeful. Knowing him, he’d definitely take the chance.

Y/N taps the tip of her shoe against his lean tummy for significance, shrugging her brows impassively as she leans her head back against the nearest railing. “Where else would we go?”

“I dunno, maybe back to the club so your family isn’t left wondering where you are? S’kinda rude to make them wait,” he pauses for a moment to glance down at the watch decorating his wrist, humming to himself in realization, “especially because lunch is already being served. Food’s gonna get cold.”

“They can wait five minutes. It takes longer than that to starve to death.”

“Pretty brutal.”

“What is?”

Harry glimpses over at her with his tongue pressed along the inside of his cheek, condescension scribbled all over his demeanor. It’d been infuriating if he wasn’t so hot. Well, it’s infuriating regardless, but at least his attractiveness allows her to benefit from his antics.

The young man’s accent holds the same type of smugness slathered across his plush lips and defined cheekbones, and his words send a flush of heat down the knobs of her spine. “That you’d rather get fucked in an equipment shed than spend quality time with your relatives.”

Y/N narrows her eyes at him pettily, muscling down the warmth rising up her neck. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothing much.” He bobs his shoulders easily, tone dismissive and indifferent as he secures one bejeweled hand onto the steering wheel, the other finding perch above her knee. He gives it a playful squeeze, his dimples winking at her flirtatiously when she jolts at the iciness behind his chunky rings. “Just an observation, s’all.”

“I’m not sleeping with you so you can make observations.” She grumbles, but despite her attitude towards him, she doesn’t make any conscious effort to shed his touch. His skin is always so soft, and the sensation of his large palm resting anywhere on her body feels so fucking right.

“Aren’t you?” Harry inquires with snarky pretension, dropping the sole of his sneaker onto the acceleration pedal and causing the car’s ignition to roar to life. The tiny vehicle takes off across the slopes of the golfing meadow, jumping and creaking as it rides over all the dips and hills of the valley, trees and flags whizzing by as it speeds towards an all too familiar trail. “Because last time I checked, you seem to love it when I observe you on your knees. Beg for it, even.”

Y/N’s jaw clenches tightly at his taunting. “Piss off.”

“How’s that go again? Something along the lines of,” he sweetens his voice down into a dramatic pleading lilt, mimicking her moans from the past, “‘You taste so fucking good, Harry.’ and ‘I love it when you cum on my face, baby.’ and ‘I want you to fuck my mouth, daddy. Want it so bad.’”

The young woman’s teeth squeak from how hard she’s biting back her anger. “Asshole.”

“Is that not right? Is that not what happens?” Harry implores with a ridiculing pout and fluttering lashes, going out of his way to ride on her last nerve. His fingers begin to crawl higher up her leg, sneaking beneath the billowing edge of her skirt and tracing random shapes along the suppleness of her inner thighs, pinching and twisting at the flesh until he gets a physical response. He adores seeing her squirm against the waxy seat as she suddenly grasps onto his arm needily, especially because she does absolutely nothing to deter him from continuing. “Sorry, my memories get jumbled sometimes. There’s just so many of them, y’know? You whimper and whine for my cock so often, I can hardly keep track of every single time. Maybe I should start a transcript or summat, hm?”

Y/N’s voice pipes up low and venomous, but there’s a trembling undercurrent to it that she can’t deny. “If you keep being a dickhead, this’ll be the last one.”

Harry tuts conceitedly, cooing at her as his digits dive deeper into her bottoms, hooking into her panties and toying with her clit beneath the damp material. He doesn’t break his gaze away from the expanse of grass before them, but his arrogant simper is wide enough that she gets the perfect view of it from his ridiculously handsome side profile. “We both know that’s not true.”

“Get fucked.”

“I’m about to.”

[btsmosphere]

Lost in a Book | JHS

~summary: you and Jung Hoseok don’t exactly see eye to eye. but when you (literally) fall headfirst into a whole other world, that becomes the least of your worries ~pairing: hoseok x reader ~word count: 8.5k ~enemies to lovers, college au, fantasy au ~rating: g ~warnings: naughty freudian slip, sexual tension, arguing, fire

~a/n: this is my gift for the wonderful @moccahobi‘s birthday! I am so lucky to be friends with someone as funny, hard working and gorgeous as you and I hope you have a great day!! and no, of course I didn’t choose the biggest bingo square only to forget and write this in a week.. (okay, I did, so pls go easy on any errors!) as always the lovely admins at @thebtswritersclub came up with a fun challenge to prompt this story, so I will be including my makeup palette bingo square at the end so you can see what prompts I used for this! enjoy x

The moment you had seen Jung Hoseok coming through the door, your eyes rolled.

Almost entirely made of large windows, the front of the coffee shop you worked in allowed you to see all the passers-by. So when you spotted your classmate coming down the street, laughing loudly with a couple of friends, you had prayed that he would just pass by.

Of course, you could never get what you wished for.

“Yoongi-“ you tried in vain to capture your friend’s attention, but too late. Yoongi hadn’t even looked around from where he was scrubbing coffee cups when a familiar voice reached your ears, making you groan internally.

“Y/N! Hard day at work? You look frazzled.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” you drawled, resigning yourself to serving him.

He simply leaned on the counter, sagging with laughter.

“Always service with a smile with you, isn’t it?”

“I’m sure you’d be just as tired if you even tried to focus in class,” you fired back.

His grin didn’t even falter. But at last, he dropped his teasing. With a scoff he ordered a tea and turned around, scrolling on his phone with his back to you as you got to work.

It seemed you had grabbed Yoongi’s attention after all, judging by the poorly-hidden snort from the washing up area.

Scowling, you chucked together a cup of tea distractedly, only too relieved when you pushed it over the counter to be rid of Hoseok. So when he sipped it only to wince in disgust, your heart sank.

“Jesus, where’s the caffeine? This is so weak.”

Your desire to argue back lost its short-lived wrestle with your customer service training, and you were reluctantly offering to make a new one. This time, you forced yourself to pay more attention. You knew that way, you could actually get rid of the nuisance on the other side of the counter.

“You see Y/N, the bag goes in the water,” Hoseok remarked, leaning over to see what you were doing.

Shooting the most passionate glare you could muster had the undesirable effect of sending him into peals of laughter.

Eventually, after making a point to leave the teabag in for much longer – at least until you noticed his fingers begin to tap on the countertop – you passed over his second cup with a sarcastic smile. His mood didn’t seem to have dampened that much, but he left without a fuss.

“You have great chemistry.”

The dry remark from behind you had you whirling around to glare at Yoongi instead. He stood in front of his stack of clean washing, observing you with a smirk.

“I don’t think Jung Hoseok knows what chemistry is,” you grumbled.

But as you set to work, a little aggressively, on scrubbing the counter, you never would have guessed how right you were. Or that it would soon become your responsibility.

“So when we sleep, what part of the brain transfers memory from white to grey matter?”

“…what’s grey matter again?”

“I think you could do with some more of it,” you muttered in lieu of an answer.

Hoseok lifted his head from his arms just enough to fix you with reproachful puppy eyes. Sighing, you tugged the textbook back across the table towards you, flipping a few pages back and jabbing your finger at the relevant passage.

Raising an eyebrow, he read it for the second time today with a growing frown.

“Long term…” he said at length.

“Long term memory!” you groaned, dropping your forehead against the heel of your hands.

Behind you, you knew Jungkook and Yoongi were watching this unfold with amusement. You weren’t sure you could take much more of this.

If you had envisaged this when you had signed up for your college’s mentor program, well, you may have changed your mind.

At last, the hour dragged by. Apparently Hoseok wanted to be there as little as you, collecting the books and leaving very quickly once you were done. Though your shift was over, you were sure you might explode if you didn’t get to rant about the guy right now.

Huffing, you marched over to the counter.

“He’s such a jerk!” you threw your hands out, “his ego’s so big, it’s like he thinks he’s too good to even try! And now it’s up to me to make sure he isn’t so behind, but there is so much to do!”

Your coworkers weren’t helping. Both had given up suppressing their laughter, openly enjoying your pain.

“You guys are no help,” you grumbled, folding your arms.

“Just be patient,” Jungkook offered, “it might get better in time.”

“Patience is not something Jung Hoseok inspires,” you retorted, “and I’m being good enough as it is! I even had the generosity to lend him my textbook!”

“You’re a saint,” Yoongi chuckled.

A withering glare later, you slung your bag over your shoulder and bid your friends a tired goodbye.

Much as you hated to admit it, there may have been some truth in what Jungkook told you. Patience did seem to be the key after all. A lot of patience.

A few more meetings had passed, and Hoseok remembered a lot more now. You weren’t sure whether it was due to the quality of your teaching or just a desire to avoid your constant scolding, but it didn’t matter too much. The result was what counted.

You were to meet again today. As always, he came as your shift finished so that you could work in the café.

“You like him really.”

Jungkook’s voice tore your eyes away from the clock you had been watching.

“I’m sorry?”

“You like him,” he repeated, “I’ve never seen you so impatient to get off work.”

“What? I’m not,” you scoffed, “it’s just-“

The little jingling bell above the door interrupted you. Never finishing your thought, you left Jungkook to meet Hoseok at the counter.

“Tea?” you asked him.

“Not if you’re making it,” he quipped, eyes already skimming the menu on the wall behind you.

You scoffed with a roll of your eyes, but said no more. Hoseok’s teasing eyes returned to you as he said,

“Think you can manage a hot chocolate?”

“Of course I can make hot cock-“ your eyes widened at your momentary slip “-chocolate. I can make hot chocolate-“

But for all your correcting and muttering, there was no hiding your embarrassing moment from Hoseok, whose eyes lit up with surprise before laughter spilled out of him in reams.

“I didn’t mean to make you so flustered, Y/N!” he cackled.

Biting your tongue, you hid your burning face from him as he half-collapsed against the counter with the force of his laughter. You angrily set to work on the drink, milk sloshing in the jug as you thrust it under the machine.

“With whipped scream on top too, huh?”

Hoseok’s incessant mocking didn’t stop until you had handed him the drink. If anything could prove to Jungkook just how wrong he was, this should do it. Still, you didn’t dare to turn around and see what your friend made of the situation.

Mixing the powder into the hot milk forcefully, you glared down at the cup.

Damn Jung Hoseok! He couldn’t be any more infuriating if he tried. It wasn’t your fault he was so annoying it made it hard for you to think straight. No one else managed to rile you up so much as him.

You gave him the drink with a side of deathly glare. It only served to amuse him more.

Safe to say you were dreading the next hour.

Clocking off soon after, you hung up your apron regretfully and headed across to your usual table. Thankfully Hoseok was a bit more subdued now.

Unfortunately, you were about to find out why.

“So, Y/N,” he started as you were sitting down.

This brought your attention to him straight away. Your eyes narrowed as he toyed with his mug on the table, avoiding your eyes.

“So, uh, that textbook you lent me-“

You had a bad feeling already. Looking around, you didn’t notice it on the usual pile of books.

“Where is it?” you cut him off.

At last he raised his head to meet your eyes, and you didn’t like what you saw.

“It’s not like we need it that badly anyway,” he began, though you weren’t sure you had ever heard him sound so hesitant, “we finished most of the stuff in there anyway…”

“You lost it, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah. And I think I also spilled some-“

Not waiting for him to finish, you exclaimed your frustration.

“I can’t believe you! Just because you don’t see a use for ever picking up a book, I need that! I don’t have that kind of money spare either…”

As you raked a hand through your hair, Hoseok decided now was the time to be helpful.

“Gosh, I was afraid you would do this. We have a library for a reason, you know?”

Stopping your train of thought abruptly, you lowered your hand to glower at him.

“And now you’re going to make me go in the library? Ugh, you really have it out for me.”

Incredulous laughter followed. Hoseok leaned back in his chair, observing you with raised eyebrows.

“You’re telling me you believe in those stupid rumours?”

Shifting uncomfortably, you shrugged.

“Well, you’ve got to admit the place is creepy, right? And my flatmate said she knew that girl Cindy-“

As you spoke, Hoseok’s laughing grew louder, steadily filling the café until you were forced to stop.

“What?” you hissed.

“We’ve all heard about “Cindy”,” he made quotation marks in the air, “but that’s just a story! The older students made it up to scare newbies – and it would seem it worked. But everyone knows the scariest thing in the library is just the course reading.”

Biting your tongue, you didn’t muster up a response. You would only face more ridicule if you argued about this.

“Don’t forget the librarian,” you joked half-heartedly.

Hoseok chuckled lightly, and you were glad he dropped the topic after that.

But still the issue of your sorely misused textbook remained.

There was nothing to be done. You had to go to the library.

It may seem a ridiculous thing to be scared of, especially for someone who loved books, but, as Hoseok had kindly refreshed your memory of, there were… stories. The campus library at your college warranted a degree of wariness.

Most commonly told was the story of Cindy, supposedly a student at the university many years before. No matter how dramatic the story was made, the essentials were the same; she had gone into the library and never come out.

Logically, you knew that this was just one of those quirky urban legends that came to surround certain places.

Nonetheless, your nerves only worsened as you entered the grand building.

On your way in, you only passed one other student. Most people were leaving uni at around this time, but you needed to hang around anyway because your shift was soon. You had sent a quick text to Yoongi to let him know you would be there once you found the book, and somehow it comforted you a little that someone else knew you were here.

Moving through the first few rows of tall bookshelves, you had to pass by the main desk on your way to the section you were looking for.

Doing your utmost to tread with care, sandals making as little noise as you could manage on the wooden floor, you walked on.

As you drew near, the librarian looked up. Greeting them with a bright smile, you didn’t let it show that your heart was really thumping in your chest.

Hurrying along, you only slowed once you had entered the right section. Near the back of the library, it was dimmer as no light from the window reached all the way into the corner. Utter silence dampened the air. Not even the rustling of the librarian sorting papers could be heard from here.

Alone with the hushed sound of your own breath, your eyes flicked along the rows, searching for the right name.

Spotting it at last, you wasted no time in reaching for it. But as you tried to slide it from its spot, you were met with resistance. Perhaps it was very tightly packed in its place.

You tried again with both hands. It was still wedged in, but you felt it give a little so kept pulling. You managed to tug it out a little way, but this time, the book tugged back. Holding onto it as tightly as you were, you stumbled forwards, nearly slipping out of one of your sandals.

Gulping, your brow creased. More determined this time, you tried once more, but it seemed the book only retreated further among its companions on the shelf.

Breathing heavily, you stepped back. Books were not meant to do this. You swore it had moved by itself.

Maybe Hoseok would call you crazy if this was your reason for not getting the textbook. But, you thought, staring back down the empty row of shelves, a science textbook was less important than not getting involved with the strange happenings of the library.

Already you were questioning your sanity. Books didn’t move.

Looking back at it once more, it appeared perfectly unassuming. There was nothing unusual about the book. Maybe your mind was playing tricks, driven from the fear you felt about this place.

Breathing deeply, you reached your hand out for one last try. Picking up a book couldn’t be that hard. As long as you didn’t fear it-

Your fingers came into contact with the spine, and not a moment later, the book shrunk right back. But though it shot out of sight between its neighbours, your hand was stuck to it. Your intent to snatch it straight back at any sign of movement failed, and you were yanked forwards.

Flying clean off your foot now, your sandal clattered to the floor among the silent shelves behind you.

Your stomach jerked at the sudden movement. Now, as you plunged towards the shelves, you screwed your eyes shut, anticipating the imminent collision.

None came.

Instead, your insides seemed to be suspended. You had not crashed, but still your feet didn’t meet the floor; though your eyes were closed you were certain you were falling.

Rapidly upping its pace, your heart tried to punch through your ribs the longer you were in this state, fearing your landing. Panicked, you took great gulps of air, limbs flailing fruitlessly.

You landed.

It felt like you had been falling for a long time – too long – yet the force you hit the ground with was not painful. For a second, it expelled air from your lungs, but by the time you had rolled and tumbled enough to land on your back, you were sucking in a shaky breath.

Blinking, you turned to look around you. Your arms struggled to push you from the ground, but you heaved to sit up anyway.

This was like nowhere you had ever been.

No parquet was beneath you here. The ground was earth, sparse tufts of grass growing from it. But in places, the foliage was abundant, great swathes of vibrant grass surrounding a nearby rock which protruded from the ground.

These rocks were also plentiful, though not of regular size. They poked from the ground, rough surfaces being seized by moss of all colours.

Other plants stretched higher still, all in shades of purple, green and blue. Climbing slowly to your feet, your eyes traced up the stem of a slender tree whose leaves drooped downwards with their size.

The only thing you could hope to recognise were roses that grew in places, curved petals familiar atop their stems that wound around larger plants.

In the scattered canopy above you, there appeared to be vines as well. Climbers, perhaps; it appeared as if they were winding around ceiling beams above you, except that they were in open air, pale sky stretching above them.

Very deliberately, you blinked.

Nothing changed.

Jaw hanging open, you turned slowly around. This place continued the same everywhere you looked. You certainly weren’t in the library anymore.

Taking some effort to breathe evenly, you forced your feet to still.

Remembering your phone, you quickly reached for it. But as you repeatedly pressed the power button, the screen remained black. Either you had let it run down, or it wouldn’t work in this alien place.

You replaced it in your pocket with bitter disappointment and continued to stand still, observing this place.

Purposefully, you walked towards the nearest rock. Given the way you were transported here, you were a little wary of touching random objects, but you tentatively reached for the mossy surface. Briefly grazing it, you jumped backwards, expecting something to happen.

Nothing. Just the springy surface of moss, solid and very real.

Staring at the rock, your mind ran in uncomprehending circles. How had you got here? Why? How could you get out?

Cutting through your thoughts, a thump came from behind you.

Startled, you jumped around, eyes darting in panic around the world you had found yourself in. Nothing seemed to have moved…

A cough, followed by a groan, drifted from somewhere.

Frown deepening, you stepped forwards. A few paces brought you around the next rock, bigger than the last. Not only was it taller than you, it was bordered on one side by more of the tall plants, blocking your view of what was behind it.

This was definitely where the sounds were emanating from. As you cautiously rounded the boulder, rustling sounds reached your ears.

Reaching the trees, you peered between two dark blue trunks. Every muscle in your body was tense, ready to spring away at the first sign of danger.

Instead, you were greeted with the shape of a person. They wore a dark jacket, their hair also dark, but they were facing away from you where they sat.

For a moment you stood frozen. You were divided: should you announce yourself? Maybe they could help you? But for all you knew, they might not feel kindly towards you. What would another person be doing in this strange place?

Before you had the chance to decide, let alone move, the person slumped backwards to lie down, huffing a great sigh as they went.

Your eyes widened. Now you could see their face — and you certainly hadn’t expected this.

“Hoseok?”

Squeezing between the trees, you pushed your way into the small clearing he lay in. On hearing your voice, he twisted towards you with wide eyes.

“Y/N?” he jumped up, eyeing you suspiciously, “what is this place?”

“I have no idea,” you answered honestly. Then, “what are you doing here?”

Echoing your earlier words, he said, “I have no idea.”

After a moment, he seemed to remember something and looked around sharply.

“I found this,” he told you, pointing at the ground some feet away. There lay your sandal from earlier.

“Oh. Thank you.”

You flashed an awkward smile and went to pick it on, sliding it back onto the foot it had lost not long ago. Then your silence resumed.

Briefly, you did nothing but stare at each other. Then you stared again at the bizarre scenery around you.

Hoseok was first to move. Apparently becoming tired of your company so soon, he turned away with hands on his hips and began to pick through the undergrowth, which was thicker here than where you had first landed.

Even if this was all the company you were granted, you were eager to keep it, and so followed him.

A few minutes passed. Eerie silence was all around, save for the tentative brush of your footsteps against plants. He hadn’t complained about your presence, though, so you eventually decided it safe to speak.

“Did you… fall here?” you ventured.

His eyes snapped back to you. With a nod, he confirmed it.

“From the library?”

Slowing down, he allowed you to catch up and walk at his side.

“Yeah, why? You too?”

“That’s what happened to me,” you nodded, “but… what were you doing in the library?”

But Hoseok never heard those last words. A deafening, crunching crash resounded through your quiet conversation, drowning you out.

Both of you reacted quickly, spinning to the source of the monstrous sound in fear. Your hammering heart only sped up as you located a dark shape above the treetops.

“There!” you cried, grabbing onto Hoseok’s sleeve.

He spotted it as you pointed, for it was rapidly growing, soaring towards you.

“What is that?” he yelled, stumbling backwards.

You had nothing to offer in reply, instead watching with wide eyes as the creature flew closer still. Still grasping at Hoseok’s sleeve, you tugged at it, looking around for the nearest cover. He made no move. Struck dumb with awe, he seemed to be rooted to the spot.

Turning back to the sky, you were panicked to see the beast drawing closer. You could make out a long snout protruding from its head, spiny wings beating slowly and yet carrying it swiftly over the land.

The monster was enormous, blocking out a chunk of the open sky.

Not wanting to hesitate any longer, you pulled Hoseok forcefully with you as you retreated under the cover of a thick patch of foliage. He complied, still unable to tear his gaze from the flying creature.

You almost daren’t look, even now you were secluded among shadow. But curiosity overcame you.

It was near enough on top of you now. You held your breath, terror washing over you at the sight of it, close enough now that you could make out scales on the thing’s large belly. They glimmered a blazing red as it moved.

But its pace was fast, and it continued quickly, long tail etching a path through the sky behind it.

“Was that…” you breathed, after you felt enough time had passed to be safe. But your thought was too absurd for you to speak out loud.

However, Hoseok finished it for you.

“A dragon?”

Both of you slowly turned to face each other, matching expressions of perplexed shock painting your faces. You opened and closed your mouth, but no words presented themselves.

Your gaze was only severed by the return of the same cacophony to the air that had first heralded the dragon. Only now, it was louder.

Ducking by reflex, you whipped around. Above the treetops, the dragon was returning.

Still filling the air, the sound was that of treetops rupturing as the scaled beast flew low over them, snapping them like matchsticks. Once again, it seemed like the thing was coming straight towards you.

“Let’s move,” you shouted over the noise.

Hoseok didn’t need telling twice.

Side by side, you raced between trees, feet and clothes catching on leaves and vines that spanned the floor. Plunging on nonetheless, you kept your eyes set determinedly ahead.

By the time your lungs demanded you stop for breath, you were sure you must have gone a considerable distance from where you had first been hiding. But the deafening crashes from above had become no quieter.

Slowing down, you sagged against a tree as you gasped for air. Just in front of you, Hoseok looked around, finding you holding yourself up shakily against the trunk.

With a look to the sky and back at you, his face sank further, eyes wide and afraid.

“Y/N!” he cried.

Lifting your head, you met his eyes. Still panting, you turned to follow a finger he raised as he took trembling steps backwards.

Overhead, the leaves seemed to shake. A shadow was sliding along the forest floor as above it, twigs and branches rained down, bouncing from their lower counterparts until they disappeared into the shrubbery.

The dragon was following you.

“Come on!” Hoseok’s voice reached you somewhere among the din.

Spinning, you found him holding a hand out to you, gesturing maniacally for you to continue. You had barely caught your breath, but forced yourself to push away from the tree and run towards him once more.

What did surprise you was that he waited for you. When you came within reach, his outstretched hand was grabbing you, pulling you along at his side.

But there was no time to think of that. Chest heaving with exertion, you willed your feet to move faster underneath you in an attempt to flee the dragon.

All at once, the tall tree trunks you had been running between, almost dense enough to form a forest, stopped. Realising too late, the two of you shot from the cover at full speed, only to find yourselves utterly exposed.

Skidding to a stop, you looked to Hoseok in panic.

Before you could take another step, shadow fell over you again, but it was not cast by harmless trees. The roar of splintering branches grew to an overwhelming crescendo as the dragon caught sight of you and dived, uncaring for the insignificant wood pushed aside by its bulk.

Beside you, Hoseok screamed hoarsely. Together you fled backwards, knowing there was no hope of outrunning your pursuer.

In a few seconds, the beast had descended, giant nostrils flaring at your eye level. Curved fangs gnashed.

With horror, you saw a glow brighten the deep tunnels atop its snout.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted another rock, rough surface towering from the ground. You barely had time to think before you were shoving Hoseok to the side so you fell together behind the barrier. Not a moment later, blazing orange flared, obscuring all other sights as fire erupted from the monster’s jaws and nostrils.

You gave no thought to the position you had fallen in, your push having left you tumbling directly on top of Hoseok. His scream rang in your ears, only rivalled by the crackling heat in the air as his arms wrapped around you. You too were curling up, hands shielding your head in some attempt to shelter.

Thankfully, the rock you had chosen was one of the larger ones and took the brunt of the blast.

Not that it encouraged you much, considering the persistence the beast had shown so far. The dying away of the heat and fire only brought on dread, gnawing low and incessant in your stomach, of the next blast.

Barely daring to breathe, you stayed still, huddling against Hoseok, who did the same.

Any moment, you expected another massive roar to rip through the air. A swipe of the malicious claws or the sizzling heat of dragon flame. The longer you waited, the harder your heart rioted in your chest.

“Students.”

You jolted violently as a loud voice resonated through the air. But it was not the dragon.

Looking around showed you no one who the voice might belong to.

“It is gone,” the voice said.

Hoseok’s hold around you was loosening. Swallowing, you became aware of your proximity and carefully extracted yourself, not looking him in the eye as you moved to sit next to him instead.

It was true that no indicator of the dragon’s presence had made itself known, but you were not inclined to trust a faceless voice. You crawled to peer around the edge of the rock. Finding the space empty, you emerged further.

The clearing was totally deserted. The only evidence of the recent fearful moments was the debris of burnt leaves and broken branches scattered across the ground.

“Who are you?” Hoseok raised his voice, though it shook a little.

You returned to his side, the voice replying as you sunk down beside him.

“Students,” the voice repeated. It was level and calm, but awfully cold. The word was spoken with disdain. “I doubt you would recognise such a voice as mine. You young humans know not the value of words, of books. I am the librarian.”

You blinked in surprise. Next to you, Hoseok sat forward from the rock you leaned against.

“You are? Can you get us out of here?” he yelled, aiming his voice at the sky for lack of target for his pleas.

“Certainly not. I am the keeper of this land. You see, due to the neglect of your kind, my creatures are only kept alive through written word, and I cannot let them be endangered. Students are all the same. Careless. I do not appreciate those who vandalise or waste the knowledge granted them through books. And so, I cannot let you take another one.”

“It’s just a science textbook,” you muttered.

Meanwhile, Hoseok was growing more desperate.

“We won’t!” he called, “just let us out!”

Ringing silence was all he received in reply.

Eventually, he flopped back against the rock with a huff. Worrying your lip, you turned to him, though you had nothing to propose for what you should do next.

His hair was a dishevelled now, strands falling into his eyes which he now turned to you. To your surprise, his mouth curved back into a smile, breathy laughs bursting from him as he rested his head back on the rock.

He shook his head.

“This is crazy.”

You had to agree.

Turning your despairing eyes away and to the surrounding forest again, you were surprised to see movement among the trees. But this creature was not enormous or fire-breathing. A sandy-coloured tail waved, blurring in the air.

Bounding through the trees and coming to a stop at the forest edge, came a labrador.

Staring in bemusement, you found the dog looking right back at you. It was panting, mouth open in a smiley-looking shape. Its tail continued wagging enthusiastically behind it.

Just as you opened your mouth to tell Hoseok, the dog went rigid, body jerking as it barked across the space.

Sitting up straight, Hoseok spotted the dog as well, and together you watched it.

The dog watched back, standing still as if waiting for something. It reminded you of the way your flatmate’s dog used to wait for you to throw the ball when you played with her.

After another minute of stillness, it barked again, then turned and ran. You jumped to your feet as the yellow tail went wagging away through the shadows.

“What are you-“ Hoseok exclaimed as you started towards the trees, following the dog’s path.

Already tired, your legs lagged behind the dog’s pace and you nearly lost sight of the sandy fur. But you kept your eyes trained on it. This animal did not seem unfriendly, or angry. Something told you that you could trust it.

“Where are you going?”

You hadn’t noticed the pursuing footsteps until Hoseok was grabbing your arm, forcing you to stop. Looking around at him in annoyance, you shrugged him off and turned back around. But you had lost sight of the dog now, finding the forest empty.

Your shoulders slumped.

“I was trying to do something to get us out of here-“

“By getting more lost?”

Hoseok’s eyes blazed with anger and he threw his arms out to punctuate his yell with frustration. Opening your mouth, you returned his outrage.

“We’ve been lost since we got here! We don’t know anything about this place, but we can’t just do nothing!”

“What can we do? You heard what the librarian said.”

His volume had lowered and he took a step back.

Breathing out, you did the same, noticing only now how you had crowded each other’s space in your anger. Swallowing down your own frustration, you levelled your gaze at him. His words spoke of despair.

Sighing, you pushed a hand through your hair.

“There’s no use in fighting,” you muttered, “and I’m scared too. But we have to try.”

Lifting his eyes to you, Hoseok felt then as if he was seeing you for the first time.

You shared his fear, and had spoken that out loud, but still the steely glint never left your eyes. Rather than run or hide, you stood tall, resolved to find a way out, no matter how hopeless this crazy turn of events seemed.

“Hoseok?” you called, rendered hesitant by his silence.

Giving his head a quick shake, he averted his gaze from you.

“Hobi,” he spoke.

You frowned.

“I’m sorry?”

“Call me Hobi,” he repeated, “if we’re stuck here forever, I won’t be able to stand it if you call me Hoseok all the time.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Taking that to be some odd form of agreement, you turned around and started to pick your way again through the forest, no matter how blindly. The only vague thing guiding you was the notion that the dog had left this way, but that certainty grew weaker with time.

The only thing bolstering you were the steady steps of Hobi right beside you. A reminder you weren’t alone here.

“Sorry for losing your textbook.”

Smile quirking your lips, you turned to Hobi. He was steadfastly ignoring your gaze, kicking his feet through the low undergrowth while his hands were buried in his pockets.

“If you hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t be here now,” you hummed.

That caught his attention.

“Hey! At least I’m apologising!”

“Doesn’t fix the fact we’re lost in… well, wherever this is,” you chuckled, “though I’m sure it’s worked out well for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I hadn’t come here to replace my textbook, you would be here all alone.”

Hoseok simply tilted his head in vague answer.

After a few short moments of quiet, you resumed the conversation.

“So, what were you in the library for?”

He let silence stretch out for longer than you expected, and you slowed your steps to look at him. His eyes were wide, and when he spoke, it was with a nervous smile, as if he wasn’t sure he should be smiling.

But he was too quiet, and all you heard was something that sounded like ‘yuzbook’.

“Sorry?” you frowned.

With a long-suffering sigh, he finally spoke up.

“I was looking for your science book as well.”

Your eyebrows shot upwards.

“You were?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you had decided it was my responsibility? Even though you lost it.”

“Exactly, I had lost it. I felt bad.”

“Ha!” you exclaimed, jumping around to dance in front of him, “Jung Hoseok admits remorse! What is the world coming to?!”

“I told you to call me Hobi,” he grumbled.

A smile was still bursting at your lips, but you calmed down and returned smugly to his side.

“My bad. Hobi wanted to do something nice! For me, of all people! Maybe this really is a dream…”

“You dream about me?” he grinned, teasing right back.

“Eugh, of course not,” you scoffed.

His laughter filled the forest, and you were glad of it. At length, it faded and you walked on.

“But, turns out you were right to be scared of the library,” he admitted quietly.

Simply nodding, you kept going. By now you had lost all hope to have remained on course with the dog you had seen earlier, but there was little use dwelling on that.

Most of the way, you had been trekking through forest, but now the trees were thinning. Once again, they began to be clustered in patches near protruding rocks.

Coming between two waist-height boulders, you found a pond lying cradled by short grasses and more rose plants.

Agreeing on a break, you and Hobi slumped down at its bank, though you also agreed not to drink it. Hobi seemed much more distrustful of everything you came across in this curious land than you, but there was no harm in caution, you supposed. It was true that, on getting closer to the water, it appeared to glimmer silver.

What that meant, you didn’t know, but didn’t care to investigate.

Reclining on the ground, you breathed deeply. The pond was in a large clearing, similar to the first place you had crash landed in. You couldn’t escape some dread that all this time had brought you in a mere circle to the beginning, but there was no way to be certain.

Forest lined one side of the oasis, while the other stretched away, obscured behind that rocky landscape dotted with an array of foliage.

As you scanned the area idly, a familiar blur of motion had you sitting up with a yelp.

“There! Did you see that!” you cried, but began running without waiting for a reply.

Twisting to attention, Hobi clumsily took to his feet after you.

“You sure?” he called after you.

You kept running. You had seen it – it had been right here. You were certain it was trying to lead you somewhere, and you felt compelled to follow it.

Plunging between rocks, Hobi’s slower steps faded behind you. Uncaring, you continued, eyes alert for any sign of your goal.

And there it was: another brief glimmer from just beyond the next clump of plants. You were so close. This time, you were going to reach it. It would get you out of here.

Still running, you didn’t care that the way wound deeper through the terrain, nor that the world around you darkened as you went. No, your mind was set. You kept moving.

When you finally reached what seemed to be the midst of the darkness, it never occurred to you that this was never what you had been looking for. All you were filled with was delight; in the middle of the dark clearing stood a grove of roses. They were taller than the roses you had seen so far, growing thickly and close together.

In the blackness, the petals emitted a soft glow that shone through their delicate veins.

A smile curved your lips. But as you took a slow step towards the luminescence, something emerged from behind them. It became clear that the roses themselves were not glowing, but the creature. A unicorn.

White coat shimmering with its every move, it seemed to glide over the landscape. The slender horn protruding from its head appeared crafted by the finest silversmith, with hints of colours dancing along it even in darkness.

All breath was stolen from you. Your startled exhale left a cloud lingering in the air beside your lips which glittered as the majestic animal walked in front of you.

Either it didn’t see you, or didn’t mind your presence, because it proceeded perfectly calmly. Keeping your eyes fixed on it, your feet stumbled after the serene creature without you willing them to.

You barely blinked as you followed the graceful unicorn, desperate to keep your eyes on it. You couldn’t have torn them away if you wanted to. Just watching the animal had all your tension melting away: legs feeling heavy, mind fogging. All your worries dissipated as easily as smoke in the wind.

The world was silent. It was as if your ears were plugged as you reached out, somehow confident enough to touch the noble beast.

Another step closer.

Your fingers stretched out, ready to meet the sleek, glowing coat-

“Y/N!”

A blow knocked you sideways, a weight falling with you as the shout of your name rung loudly in your ears. For a split second, you winced, expecting to be crushed on the ground, but already a hand shielded your head. Instead, you landed on a body, held securely in the person’s arms.

Gasping, you found yourself breathless. Your gaze had been severed on being tackled, and now that you blinked, dark clouds seemed to lift from your vision.

Looking around wildly, you were slow to come to your senses, but the person was already shifting.

“We need to move.”

That voice was familiar. Looking around, you found Hoseok’s eyes trained on you as he struggled to stand with your weight against him.

Clumsily getting your feet underneath you, your mouth opened, but a shriek filled the air before you could speak.

Clapping your hands over your ears, you winced at the piercing wail splitting the air.

Hoseok, however, wasted no time. He grasped your wrist, pulling you stumbling across the clearing behind him as he sprinted away.

Wide-eyed and breathless, you twisted to look behind you. The unicorn was still there, but it wasn’t glowing, just plain white. But your eyes only caught it for a second, before a darker shape was swooping from the sky.

Feet pounding, you fled the shrieking beast as it descended in a rush of feathers.

Glinting talons flashed, inches in front of your face as the bird-like shriek reached its peak.

And then you were plunged into shadow, squeezed between leaves and petals.

Hoseok slowed, dropping your hand, but you were practically frozen. You staggered backwards, eyes trained on the spot those razor sharp claws had been.

Above you, the shrill cry was quieting, echoing around the land as your attacker circled higher once more.

“What… what was that?” you panted.

“That was close,” Hoseok responded, no humour in his voice. “I was calling to you! Why didn’t you move?”

“You were?” you frowned, “I-I didn’t hear. I don’t know what happened.”

Light frown creasing his brow, Hobi looked seriously down at you. Swallowing, he looked you over. Your heart still trembled, trying to take in what had just happened, and you looked up at him fearfully. Was he angry?

Fixing his eyes on your own, Hobi stepped forward, bending to draw your faces closer together. Holding your breath, you stiffened, heart rate rocketing as his breath fell warm over your cheeks.

Then he reached his hand out. You forced yourself to hold his gaze, not sure why your face was growing hotter under his scrutiny.

His fingers met your hair. They pulled gently at a strand.

“You had this in your hair.”

Blinking, you found him holding a rose petal up, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

“Right. Thank you,” you spoke awkwardly, snatching it from his hand.

“Let’s stay here for a bit,” he said then, turning around as if nothing had happened. However, you didn’t complain. You didn’t want him to see your burning cheeks.

Hobi had pulled you into the grove of roses you had seen earlier, which grew some way above your heads. The bushes were close together, providing the perfect cover. You heard no more of the shrieking monster as you walked after him through the plants.

Beautiful flower heads were nestled everywhere, the graceful bundles of petals peering at these strangers walking through their home.

Eventually, Hobi came to a halt. When you stopped at his side, he pushed aside some leaves to show you what lay beyond.

You had reached the other side of the grove and a new clearing lay before you. Unlike the other places you had been, there were no tall trees or wide rocks rising from the ground. At last it was flat.

But, most noticeably, in the middle of the clearing there was a building. Deep blue walls rose from a gold base, thin pillars winding upwards to support the corners of the many-sided roof. Small arched windows were set high up in the walls, through which you could see a silvery glow from inside.

Hobi looked around the space before emerging. No longer impatient, you wholly agreed with his caution and also peered out carefully.

As you remained mostly hidden by the roses, something came running around the house.

The dog.

Same as before, it stood looking at you, smiling mouth and wagging tail welcoming.

First, you looked to Hobi.

“What do you think?”

“You were right,” he replied, “the dog seems alright. We should give it a shot.”

Smiling, you felt assured now you were in agreement. Not stopping to think too much about the action, you placed your hand resolutely in Hobi’s and stepped forwards.

This time the dog did not begin running away, waiting for you by the blue house wall instead. As the two of you drew closer, you bent a little, holding your hand out to the creature.

“Hi!” you cooed, ignoring Hobi’s light scoff from beside you.

The dog poised as if it would bark back, but instead it looked towards the house. Following its gaze, you looked through the window and instantly fell silent.

Inside, a figure was sitting, though you could only see their head and shoulders – and a pair of wings. They fluttered lazily, glinting in the silvery light.

“The librarian,” Hobi murmured.

Nodding, you looked back to the dog.

“Will you help us?” you whispered.

Its tail wagged harder.

Smiling, you reached out to give it a gentle pat, ruffling the soft fur between its ears.

Satisfied, the sandy blond animal turned around, tail blurring all the while. It trotted away, leading you around the house. On passing the windows, you both ducked, fearing what the faerie would do if they discovered you here.

A short dash, looking over your shoulders, and you finally reached a thick row of trees. Squeezing behind the large trunks, you were surprised to see large wooden doors waiting for you.

If not for the lingering worry of the librarian somewhere nearby, you would have laughed out loud.

Hobi rushed forwards, grasping the dogs ears and ruffling them enthusiastically.

“You got us out!” he whispered happily.

You were amused to see the dog’s smiling mouth grow wider, tongue hanging out with his praise.

Jumping up with a brilliant grin, Hobi walked to the door. Waiting by the handle, he let you also say goodbye to your four-legged saviour.

“Thank you,” you told it with a loving pat. For a moment, you looked into the dog’s eyes, wishing you could somehow convey your gratitude.

Then a thought came over you. Tilting your head, you frowned slightly.

“Cindy?”

The dog’s tail whirred back into motion, hopping up and down a little at the name.

Breaking into a smile, you patted it affectionately.

“Good girl, Cindy,” you grinned, “thank you.”

Then you stood to join Hobi’s side. He lifted the great handle, which made a concerning thunk in the quiet.

Hurriedly slipping through, you fell against the other side of the wood as he followed and shut it firmly behind him. You were back at the entrance of the library, the glass doors at the front of the foyer showing the road beyond it, no different than ever as cars and pedestrians hurried along.

“Who let someone like that work in a school?” you laughed, incredulous.

Hobi laughed loudly at last, the sound bringing a bigger grin to your face.

You had made it out.

All of a sudden, a pinging sound rang from your pocket, soon over taken by at least five more.

Pulling out your phone, you found it alive again, the screen lit up and full of messages.

“Yoongi’s wondering where I am,” you muttered, “my shift…”

Hobi pushed away from the wooden door, starting to walk with you across the entrance hall. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he nodded.

“Yeah, um, I should get going too, I guess.”

Opening the main doors, you stood outside on the steps, at a loss. A bus rumbled past.

“Okay,” you spoke at length, “yeah. Er, see you around.”

Smiling briefly, Hobi took a few hesitant steps back before he committed to walking away. One last wave and he was engulfed by the crowd on the street.

You sighed and set off in the opposite direction.

The bell clinked, swinging wildly above the door as you hurried over to the counter.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” you spoke as you set your stuff down.

Turning to lean against the counter, Yoongi shrugged.

“’s’alright. Where were you though?”

“Ah…”

What were you meant to say? Your head was still spinning from everything that had passed, but you knew no one would believe you if you told them the truth. Shifting a little, your teeth nipped at your lower lip while you tried to come up with a reasonable excuse.

Meanwhile, a knowing look was sliding onto Yoongi’s face.

“I see,” he grinned, and then, to your mortification, winked!

“No, you don’t- that’s not-“ you protested, but he was already snickering and turning back to the washing up.

Shaking your head, you concluded that whatever his belief was would make as good as excuse as any. At least he had made it up for you, saving the hassle.

You got to work.

Over the next couple of days, everything ran like normal. Except for you, nothing was normal.

You still had no idea how such a small amount of time had passed while you and Hobi were busy running for your lives in fear of the librarian and their crazed world. You had barely been late for your shift afterwards; when it was time for bed you had collapsed straight in, feeling as if you had been awake for two days straight.

Of course, you had never gone back for that textbook.

In college the next day, you had taken a detour to class, stubbornly avoiding the building that had all but kidnapped you, wondering at the fact no one else seemed to realise.

At the café later on, you waited impatiently for any sign of Hobi outside. He was the one person you desperately wanted to see. Surely he must be feeling the same? He would understand.

But you waited and waited, serving countless other customers without much thought. He never came, and so you were left to question your own sanity by yourself.

Nothing about your impromptu adventure made sense.

If it had been real, why didn’t Hobi act like anything had changed? You certainly couldn’t pretend that nothing had been altered between you while you had been trapped in that strange world inside the library.

Perhaps it had been a dream. All of it seemed so implausible that even recollecting it sent you spiralling with more questions.

But there was one hope. Even if Hobi remembered nothing of what transpired, you were still supposed to tutor him. You would see him next week, and try to assess what he might remember.

So when your phone buzzed that night, screen lighting up with a message from him at last, you had expected to arrange this week’s session. But all it said was: come outside.

Though you frowned, you weren’t going to pass up this chance.

Sliding off your bed, you quickly stuffed your feet into your slippers and tried your best not to break into a run on the way to the door. Collecting yourself first with a deep breath, you pulled it open.

The first thing you took in was empty space outside your door. Blinking at it, you couldn’t prevent the disappointment from creeping in. But then your eyes flickered downwards.

There at your feet lay a rose.

Your lips parted in wonder as you stooped to pick it up. Taking it between your fingers, you rolled it gently there. It was the exact same as those delicate flowers that had filled the grove where you sheltered together in the library.

A smile tugged at your mouth. It only grew as you remembered the identical petal Hobi had pulled from your hair.

He remembered.

The relief that washed over you was dizzying. Clutching the flower to your chest, you smiled out of your doorway once more, silently thanking Hobi.

But you wouldn’t have to be silent for long. Your eyes landed on a figure leaning against a lamppost a few metres away, smiling right back at you.

As your eyes met, Hobi stood straighter. His mouth shifted to a radiant grin. He had come back to you.

Thank you so much for reading!! And again, send lots of birthday love over to @moccahobi​!! As promised, here is the beautiful bingo card I used for this story:

taglist: @aianloveseven​ @preciouschimine​ @un2-verse​ @ddaechwita​ @taegularities​ 

[chaotic-kitty]

For The Love Of Gods Domestic Headcanons!! Part 2

Warnings: none

This is going to be broken down into 3 parts in total for more convenient reading. Sorry for any mistakes!💕

Part 1 | Part 3

Edit: There are some formatting issues with this post that I can’t seem to fix. So if it looks a bit weird or anything that’s why.

Vidas:

How do they sleep? Do they snore? Steal blankets? Ect.

When you and Vidas are sleeping together, Vidas will nestle their head into your neck/shoulder and bear hug you. If they’re sleeping on their own, Vidas will just lay on their back the whole night. They don’t steal the blankets, they’d much rather get warm from cuddling up with you. Vidas only snores when they’re stressed.

Do they prefer baths or showers?

Showers! They will bath but they prefer showering because it’s quicker. They also find the shower to be a great place to really let their mind wander. CEO of shower thoughts™️.

Are the clean or messy?

Neat freak! Their place is spotless! Good luck finding even a speck of dust. They also don’t own much so that cuts down on mess. That also transfers to all the other aspects of their life too.

How frequently do they wash their hair? How long does it take?

Vidas washes it once a week. It typically doesn’t take that long, but when it gets to the stage of leaving the conditioner in, they can zone out to the point they forget they were even in the shower. If you’re showering/bathing with them, that doesn’t happen.

What is their love language?

Quality time. Vidas enjoys spending time with you! Either eating a meal together, taking a walk, or even sitting in complete silence doing your own thing. That being said, they prefer to spend time having discussions/debates about random topics or even talking about the stuff that happened in your day.

Favourite wind-down activity?

They honestly find it hard to properly wind-down as their mind is impulsively calculating at all times. But the thing that best helps them to relax and wind-down is YOU! So any activity with you (that isn’t too stimulating) is a good wind-down activity. Cuddling is probably the best option as you can both easily drift off to sleep.

Who cooks and who cleans?

Vidas is capable of cooking and cleaning, but they don’t like doing it. They would much prefer eating in the dining hall where there is already food prepared and you don’t have to wash the dishes. But if you really wanted, Vidas will help cook and clean. (They probably just use their magic to do it though.)

What is the main reason for arguments?

Vidas can be emotionally oblivious and at times insensitive. It’s not because they are a bad person, it’s because they approach everything from a logical standpoint. And while there is nothing wrong with that, that way of thinking often leads to them to not just dismiss peoples thoughts and feelings, but not even consider them. And that insensitivity can lead to disagreements.

Eeri:

How do they sleep? Do they snore? Steal blankets? Ect.

Eeri prefers spooning when they’re sleeping with you, they like to be the little spoon. They don’t really steal the blankets unless it’s winter. When they’re sleeping on their own they often sleep in the foetus position or hugging a pillow. Sometimes they do tiny snores.

Do they prefer baths or showers?

They prefer baths! They often bath in the hot springs near the garden. When you two are bathing in the hot springs, splash wars often end up happening.

Are the clean or messy?

They’re more clean. Not obsessively clean, just normal amount of clean. However Eeri’s office in the library can get very crowded as they have piles of books on every surface. They try to keep it nice and tidy so you don’t trip over.

How frequently do they wash their hair? How long does it take?

Eeri washes it regularly. It doesn’t take too long. They like it when you help wash their hair, as the feeling of your hands massaging their scalp is soothing and it can help distract them from their thoughts for a bit.

What is their love language?

Eeri’s love language (canonically) is quality time. They love relaxing with you. You guys are often found in the library, them reading, you doing your own thing (that could be reading if you want). You’re not necessarily talking, both of you are just enjoying the others company.

Favourite wind-down activity?

They like to wind down with you either by swimming in the hot springs, or, hanging out in the gardens. If you’re in the gardens they like to cuddle with you and stargaze/cloud-gaze . They’ll teach you all they know about the universe! From how planets formed, to why the sky is blue ect.

Who cooks and who cleans?

They don’t mind doing either, but much like Vidas they would rather eat at the dining hall or magic up a picnic again. When Eeri does cook it is amazing! They know how to make hundreds of dishes from all over the realms and are very good at it. Will help with the cleaning up but will get distracted.

What is the main reason for arguments?

Arguments usually don’t happen, but when they do it can be because Eeri is easily distracted and doesn’t appear to be listening or because they can seem insensitive due to the fact they often disregard emotions and feelings and try to approach everything with logic. However, being the Deity of Wisdom, Eeri is good at noticing when things are heading in an unfavourable direction and are also very good at resolving the issue. It is worth noting that they don’t like conflict so that can lend itself to both, helping resolve things, as well as also causing problems because they will do everything they can to avoid a conflict.

[reid-fiction]

That’s My Name!

In which Spencer’s little girl says her first word

A/N: @dreatine requested a dad!Reid story about Spencer’s daughter saying her first word, so here it is!

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Spencer set down his phone with a defeated sigh. His mom hadn’t gotten into the John Hopkins clinical study; the clinical study that Spencer had been trying for weeks to get Diana a spot in. Prior to finding out about it, he had all but given up hope that his mom would ever improve. Her memories were even more scattered than they usually were, and her moods were so up-and-down that Spencer felt nervous even suggesting that you all go for a visit, because he was never quite sure if Diana would be happy to see you or not. 

He didn’t notice you come around the corner with your one-year-old daughter in your arms until your voice broke him out of his trance.

“Hey, what’s that face for?” you asked, sitting down on the couch next to him.

“The clinic called,” Spencer answered. “She didn’t get in.”

You gave him a sympathetic pout and ran a hand over the back of his neck.

“Oh, honey I’m sorry. I know you were really hoping for this.”

Spencer nodded, leaning back against the couch and smiling a bit as his daughter reached for him. Had you not have a strong grip on her, she would have tumbled forward off your lap. She was at the age where mobility wasn’t quite fine-tuned, but she had a smile that could melt an ice age and pretty much get Spencer to do whatever she wanted. 

“I guess it is what it is,” he said. “I should probably call Emily to let her know that I won’t need that time off to go to Vegas. No real point in going now, if my mom isn’t going to be moving.”

You paused, trying to balance the squirming little girl on your lap while you pondered the situation. 

“Maybe you should still go.”

Spencer looked away from his baby girl for a moment to catch your gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“You have the time off already,” you explained. “Why don’t you just go and visit her for a few days? I know you want to spend more time with her, and I know she’d be thrilled to see you.”

“But I need to be looking for another program for her. There may be something I’m missing that has an open spot.”

You sighed, bouncing your daughter a bit as she babbled and cooed at the toy Spencer had placed in her hands.

“Spence, you can’t spend all of your life chasing a cure for her. I know it’s important to you, but part of your time needs to consist of just...being with her. Sitting with her and reading, or going for a walk around the grounds. It can’t always be about trying to fix her.”

You reached over to squeeze one of Spencer’s hands in your own.

“Take a few days and go see your mom,” you repeated. “And, I think this would be a really great opportunity for you to make it a father/daughter trip.”

Spencer’s brow furrowed and his lips twitched in a small smile.

“You think?”

“I do,” you said, nodding. “You’re always saying that you wished you had more time with your daughter, so I think you should take some.”

“Vegas is a long flight for baby...” Spencer said, hesitating.

You smirked, lifting your daughter to her feet and helping her balance on your legs while you held her under the arms.

“Come onnnn,” you coaxed. “How can you say not to this face? This adorable, sweet little girl who would absolutely LOVE to spend some quality time alone with her daddy.”

Spencer’s resolve quickly broke as his daughter grinned at him, reaching out for him once again. This time, he gently took her in his arms and brought her into his lap.

“Oh, you know I can’t say no,” Spencer said. “What do you think, dolly? Would you like to take a little trip with daddy and go see grandma for a few days?”

His little girl giggled and pointed at him.

“Yeah?” Spencer laughed. “You wanna hang out with daddy?”

“DADA!”

Spencer went still and his mouth dropped in shock. She had never said that word before - she had never said any word before - he had been trying for weeks to coax it out of her, but had only managed some muffled baby babble. But, now it was clear as day. 

He looked over at you to see if you were as surprised as he was, but found you smiling proudly instead.

“She said it for the first time earlier this morning,” you shrugged. “I wanted to wait and surprise you so you could hear it for yourself.”

Spencer grinned and looked back at his daughter.

“Well, this is the best surprise I’ve ever gotten. You’re so clever, dolly!”

As if understanding completely what he was saying, she started bouncing on his knees and let out a giggle.

“Can you say it again? Hey, who am I?” he asked, pointing at himself. “Who’s this? Can you say ‘dada’?”

She pointed back at him again and grinned a lopsided, toothy grin.

“Dada!”

Spencer broke into a huge smile and rose to his feet, swooping her up into the air and spinning her around.”

“Yes, that’s right! That’s my name! Look at you, getting so big. Where’s my baby girl gone? Soon you’re going to be talking up a storm and we’ll never have peace and quiet ever again.”

His little girl was having the time of her life in his arms, shrieking every time he spun her around.

“Hey,” you added, trying to project over the noise, “speaking of growing up, make sure you hold on to her while you’re in Vegas. She’s liable to start running away from you at this rate.”

Spencer smiled, bringing her back to rest in his arms and kissing the top of her head.

“Learning to walk and talk in the same week? Imagine how crazy that would be.”

You stood up, walking close so you could kiss them both.

“Doesn’t sound that crazy to me. She is your daughter, after all.”