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[fushipurro]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Chapter 2 - Synched Spirits

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☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, cowboy!au, fluff smut & a bit of angst in between, guns, mentions of blood, pet names, creampie, anal, threesome (f/m/m), gangs

☆ Word Count: 5.4k

“So, you must be Clementine then, huh?”

The palomino huffs back, examining you with big brown eyes. Her ears flicker with interest, no doubt curious to the strange new human holding taking her by the lead to the other end of town. You can’t blame her for being wary, you’d feel the same if your beloved companion left you for another so you can only imagine how she and your Valentine are feeling right now.

She’s not the only one cautious of you. It’s hard not to miss the many townsfolk eyeing you down, what with how last night went. Between the robbery and your duel, everyone’s on high alert for the foreseeable future.

One would like to believe they’d be more grateful you didn’t outright kill the guy. Maybe they wouldn’t care so much if you were a man instead of a natural born, gunslingin’ woman, but sucks to suck. That drunken fool is lucky you decided to be nice and let him off with just a mangled hand. Had it happened after Valentine was stolen, the results would have been much different.

You hitch Clementine up outside the gun store, pushing past the door and greeting the shopkeeper. They’re about the only person so far today not afraid of you, but in all fairness, he’s the one with a dozen guns an arm’s length away.

“Lookin’ for anything in particular, Ma’am?”

You hum in response, scanning the available goods displayed out across the various shelves. There’s plenty of ammunition for a good price; wouldn’t hurt to replenish your pistol stocks after that duel. You decide on a few, bringing them over to the checkout counter.

“I’ll take these and…” Glancing up behind the clerk, there’s several cabinets containing an assortment of larger weaponry. A little voice creeps up from the back of your head offering a wonderful idea. “…maybe a rifle, depending on what ya have.”

He turns his back to you, unlocking one of the many units. Across the empty counter in front of you, he places down a few options, naming them as he goes, “Rolling Block, Varmint, Springfield, Bolt Action…take your pick.”

You’re instantly drawn to the Rolling Block, a girthy beauty that screams power and fine craftsmanship. “How’s the firepower on this one?” you ask, lifting the weapon up to better examine.

“You won’t find much competition with that one,” he tells you, and that’s exactly what you like to hear.

If someone dares to so much as think they can get away with stealing your horse, then you’re sure as hell going to track them down and put a gaping hole right where their heart should be. That black-haired outlaw better watch his back if he knows what’s coming. Once all is said and done with, Calamity Jane will be needing a new nickname after you usurp that throne.

“How much?”

“$187 even, Ma’am.”

Tch, that’s steep. And more than you have on hand thanks to the rest being buried in Valentine’s satchel.

You sigh, begrudgingly looking over the rest of the artillery. “How about the rest?”

“The Varmint here is our cheapest at $72 if you’re goal is hunting rabbits and other small game; otherwise the Springfield is our next cheapest at $120.”

You replace the Rolling Block in your hands with the Springfield Rifle, trying it out just like you did with the former. It’s lighter in weight with less range on the scope, but the clerk assures you that with some express or high velocity bullets, distance won’t be an issue.

“I’ll take this then.” You pass a billfold to the clerk, seething once again over why you’re doing this to begin with. Money’s hard to come by in this day and age, as far as legal opportunities go for someone like you. So help that bastard if he finds the rest of your stash and decides to take that for himself.

Leaving the store with your new weapon in hand, you’re quick to notice a gathering of lawmen outside the Sheriff’s office just across the street. A dozen uniforms with an equal number of horses all geared and ready to go.

“Who’s the Sheriff around here?” you call out, approaching the group.

“That would be me, Miss.” The crowd parts, making room for a young, white-haired man. “Sheriff Satoru Gojo. How may I be of service to you on this lovely day?”

You scoff, This guy? He’s clean as a whistle. Even the star on his chest could be mistaken for a mirror with how much he’s shined it.

Any other time and his equally bright smile might feel akin to fresh rain in the New Austin desert, but currently, it’s more like greeting the sun after a wicked night in the saloon.

“I’d like to know what’s being done about those thieves from last night.”

His blue eyes wander your figure up and down. Curious, but invasive. “You’re not with the bank, are you?”

Does it look like I’m wearing a suit or a fancy dress?

“My horse was stolen by one of those bastards and I intend on getting her back. Today,” you hiss impatiently.

Giving attitude to a man of the law may not be the smartest decision lest you desire a night behind bars, but to be fair, you have every right to be pissed given the circumstances. Had they have been competent in their line of work, then the criminals wouldn’t have gotten as far as they had or even been able to leave town in the first place.

It’s infuriating.

And the nonchalant nature of this man only pisses you off further.

“You’re in luck then, Miss…?”

You reply to the man with your name, sternness evident in your tone.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he remarks, earning a glare of disapproval from you that he shrugs off with a laugh. “My deputies and I are heading out on a lead if you want to sit tight inside.”

You place a hand over your hip, all nice and sassy with your face anything but. “I’d rather come with y’all than sit on my ass.”

Satoru takes the lead of a pristinely clean cremello stallion, its fur almost as perfectly white as the hair on its rider’s head. “I won’t stop you, but…” He pauses, hoisting himself up and over the saddle effortlessly, showing off those long legs of his. “…it could be dangerous.”

You pat the gun holster attached to your hip, just another way of showing that you’re anything but the normalcy ‘round here. “I think I’ll be just fine.”

The rim of his darkly colored cattleman hat dims his facial expression as he hunches down over the horn of the saddle, but not the light coming from that toothy grin stretching ear to ear.

“I don’t doubt that for a second, I’m aware of the duel that occurred last night.”

“Good, so then you know I mean business,” you warn, not once wavering from the eye contact with Satoru.

He outstretches his hand, beckoning for you to accept. “Of course. You want to ride up here with me then so we can get going?”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” you respond, pointing your thumb behind you at Clementine. “This girl will do just fine.”

“Didn’t steal her, I hope?” he teases in an effort to lighten the situation. It doesn’t necessarily work as you roll your eyes the moment your back turns on him. From there, you and the rest of the deputies mount up to leave town, destination unknown.

You hunker back from the rest of the posse, allowing the mare to instinctively follow while you take in the surrounding sights. You had come to this town from a different path than the one you’re marching on now, but given the view, you’ll for sure find yourself adventuring out here again in the future. The settlers here picked a beautiful spot to build the city of Valentine on. In the distance lie snow-kissed peaks and plateaus in nearly every direction, a wide-open prairie, and now the freshwater stream trailing at your side.

The stream runs clear as crystal, giving you an easy view of all the trout and pike that call it home. Measly shadows darting around in search of food and the ducks swimming along the surface. Sunlight catches on all the ripples, reflecting a dazzling lightshow of effects.

“So… what brings you to our fair city?”

You turn to your opposite side where Satoru and his majestic stallion ─ Mugen as you’ve come to discover its name to be ─ are nestled up at your side, stirrups annoyingly clashing with utter disregard for personal space.

“Do I need a reason or permission to come?”

“Well, no,” he pouts, “but as Sheriff I like to know who all is coming and going.” He further invades your bubble by leaning over in front of your line of sight, leather scrunching with every motion. “Besides, you’re an interesting change to the usual visitors. How could I not be curious?” he adds pointedly.

You sigh, giving in to his questioning. He doesn’t seem like a bad guy after all, compared to the horse thief you’re eagerly waiting to meet later. Satoru’s merely caught you on a bad day is all.

“I’m just a traveler like any other,” you drawl, a seldom undertone in your voice. “I used to call Tall Trees home, but that’s long in my past.”

“Bear country, huh?” He whistles out of surprise. “No wonder you’ve got the balls of one.”

“You could say that.” An amused huff leaves you. “Hunting bears is what ensured our survival up around Aurora Basin,” you explain, looking off in the direction of the mountains you at one point called home. “Had to watch our asses at all times to avoid Brumas or Lobo’s pack always hanging around our house.”

“Brumas?”

“Yeah, she’s a local legend in those parts. ‘A giant clad in golden fur.’” You exaggerate with your hands the sheer size of the bear. “Many doubt her existence, but my dad and I saw her firsthand one winter while hunting elk. Barely made it out intact but we made sure to leave her with a memorable scar on her face.” The memory of that day pulls the edges of your lips upwards.

“It's kill or be killed,” the words of your father sound in your head. “Either you stand your ground and fight back, or you won’t survive in this world.”

As they say, there’s always a method to the madness. Grizzly hunting as a kid is what geared you up to take no shit from others today. Especially for a lone woman carving her way through the frontier, you need to have the balls of a bear as the man next to you so sweetly described.

“Yikes,” Satoru grimaces at the fierce display of your nature stretching across your face. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“Help me get my horse back today in one piece and you won’t have to worry.” You wink.

“By my honor as Sheriff of Valentine, I will get your steed back.” He pulls a semi-auto pistol from his belt, twirling it around his finger like you’d find in those animated photographs big cities always show off. The cocky cowboy, slick as could be with the metallic extension of themselves. “I’m the strongest, after all.” He winks back.

You have to hand it to him; he knows how to make an insufferable day a little less so; like a chaser you’d have following some throat-burning liquor. All it took was just some conversation and fond thoughts to get you back in the right mindset.

A pungent smell wafts your way sooner down the path, the luscious greens of the shrubbery abruptly turn to charred remains covering the expanse of land before you. A thin boundary of life and death.

“Forest fire?” you question rhetorically at first, but Satoru offers an answer.

“Kinda, we’re approaching what used to be a town by the name of Limpany.” He pauses, exhaling a discontent sigh. “Burned to the ground last year along with the rest of what you see.”

Kinda?

“Do you know how it started?”

There’s another brief pause, enough to shift the atmosphere in an awkward direction. You aim your head at Satoru, finding his downcast expression and a bittersweet smile. He brushes his fingers through Mugen’s mane, finding comfort with his trusted familiar.

“Since you told me your story, I’ll tell you some of mine,” he begins, taking in a focused breath. “My best friend and I were once deputies together, our sights set on becoming the sheriffs of a town no one would dare mess with thanks to our presence.” A flicker of remorse passes through the depths of his blue orbs. “We had a job that went sideways, and it wasn’t the same for us after.”

“How so?”

“I went on to become sheriff like we originally planned, but Suguru started to pull back and decided on going home to Limpany for a while.”

A pit in your stomach forms, giving you a sinking suspicion as to where this story could go. Considering his mood, the destination ahead, and the reveal of someone important to his life, there appears to be more to this as a whole than just a bank robbery. Nevertheless, you allow him to speak freely.

“Suguru discovered some serious corruption going on in the town by its people. In response, he ended up decimating nearly the entire town in one night, sparing no one. From that day forward, he became a wanted criminal in the eyes of the law.”

You wonder what could have been so severe to require that much lethal force, but at the same time if you were in his shoes, you might make the same choices. It wouldn’t be that far off on things you’d do considering how you decided to get back at the men who stole the lives of your parents.

Now here you are sympathizing with the man you’re hunting for your own personal vendetta. Oh how the tables have turned once you see the other side.

“I take it this Suguru is your gold thief?”

He sighs, “Unfortunately, that looks to be the case.” As you already expected to hear.

The town comes into sight, and with that, an end to your conversation. You’re surprised to see that despite the raging inferno that had occurred, buildings remain standing all along the settlement. Crumbling and disregarded, but still feasibly sturdy.

Smoke still hovers in the air as nature has yet to blossom and overtake the land once more. Maybe once spring has truly set in, new life will occur in its wake. So far, It’s quiet, but that may not necessarily be a good sign. Satoru orders his men to disperse throughout the town, going door to door in search of any signs of the gang.

The two of you hitch your horses out front of what used to be the Limpany Sheriff’s Department. The lettering on the building has long since faded from the flames but remains legible to a degree. Next door however is a jailhouse that stands without issue, and scarce of any blemishes. While Satoru is occupied with the main building, you decide to check out what lies beyond the iron door. There’s a click as you pull the safety of the gun, cautiously opening the door and ready for whatever lies inside.

Come to find out, it’s empty. The eeriness of the room sets off a trail of goosebumps down your spine. There’s smoke damage on the walls inside, but elsewhere nothing is damaged as far as you can tell. One of the locked cells houses two adult skeletons shackled to the wall. The bones of their wrists still nestled between the cuffs. The cell across somehow felt more ominous. The door is opened, leading to an empty room which in itself isn’t a cause for concern, but the scattered loot tells a different story. You bend down to pick up once such piece.

Is this… a child’s shoe?

Your eyes widen.

No doubt that one, but multiple children were being held in this very cell for reasons unknown. Is this what Suguru had come home to find…?

“Surprised? I know I was when I first saw this.”

His voice startles you, causing your sudden turn to meet him. “Satoru, what is this?”

“Corruption,” he answers bluntly.

What a cruel world this can be to live in. And with that thought, you can’t blame Suguru for crossing that threshold of sin.

A commotion sparks up outside, drawing both of you to the door. “Sheriff, come quick!” One of the deputies calls out. You get up to follow Satoru out as the two of you are led to another section of town where lawmen have quickly begun to circle. “It looks like they camped here and left this morning! There’s fresh hoofprints everywhere too.”

“Mount up!” Satoru shouts confidently, “They couldn’t have gotten far, let’s not waste any more daylight here!”

You’re about to whistle for your horse off muscle memory when you immediately have to remind yourself that she wouldn’t be able to hear your call.

They don’t prepare you for these things.

Valentine is all you have left right now. Losing her is like losing family. As much as you find yourself resonating with Suguru, the fact remains that you’re heartbroken without her. Hopefully she’s safe and the two of you will be reunited again soon. You brush the thoughts, running off with Satoru before galloping off with the rest of the posse.

The roads outside Limpany aren’t the most well-travelled, so for any decent enough tracker, the thousand-pound impressions in the dirt are easy enough to spot. There’s evidence a wagon or two may have joined the group, all leading down the Dakota river towards the Upper Montana. Trees quickly become scarcer as you enter this new area thanks to logging companies, making it easier to see everything in front of you but at the same time, everyone can see you as well.

The group stops short of a tree line near the river to use as cover. Up ahead lies a small home and barn to match looking all too lively and full for its size. A fatal flaw in their attempt at laying low, but one you’re thankful for. Pulling out a pair of binoculars from your satchel, you investigate the scene. There’s a long, gray-haired man and another shorter bald guy walking around, weaponry in hand, and several more interesting characters around. Among the dozen horses grazing from their posts, none are Valentine.

“Are those the men we’re looking for?”

“Looks like it,” the white-haired man sighs, tightening the grip on his own pair of binoculars. “I see some other wanted faces the Outlaw Killer was looking into.”

“The Outlaw Killer?” you scoff, quirking a brow. Interesting title that speaks for itself.

“Yeah,” he snickers. “He’s a crazy bounty hunter. You’d know him if you saw him, I’m sure. Grouchy asshole that only ever wears black ─ hell, I think all his guns and even his lasso are the same color.” He rolls his eyes and an image of the blacked-out stallion and its flirt of an owner came to mind from the night before. So much for a bad temperament.

“Good to know,” you hum, raising your new rifle from its holster, taking aim at the gray-haired man first on instinct.

“Woah woah woah, what are you doing?” Satoru’s urgent voice fills your ear.

“What’s it look like?” you calmly reply, “I’m gonna pick them off one by one.” The safety clicks just as the man reaches out with a hand on the barrel to low the gun.

“I’m itching to get this done with as much as you are, but I’d like to arrest them, not kill.”

You click your tongue out of annoyance, “What’s your plan then, Sheriff?”

“Let’s just get a little closer and see what more we can learn first. It won’t do us any good if they’ve stashed the gold, and I doubt they’ll tell us anyways.”

He has a point, sadly. For now, you’ll just have to go along with it. You lean on the reins with a tap of your heel to guide Clementine. “Have it your way, but just remember that I’m not the one wearing a silver star.”

“Hey if this goes well, I’m more than happy to give you one.” He smiles, following your lead with the rest of his men. Once again, he’s got Mugen right up at your side, hunched over the saddle to see your face. “You’re just the kind of attitude we could use; that and I’m enjoying your company.” You roll your eyes but the faint smile tugging at your lips gives you away all too easily.

Being a deputy isn’t something you’ve had in mind before given your sense of exploration and all, but another way one could view it is imagining it as a means of settling down somewhere. An ever-growing supply of work paired with using your favorite set of skills to earn money; all and all giving you stability and a place to call home if you ever decide that’s what you want in life.

It's worth thinking about if he’s serious. A second option to consider on top of Kento’s.

To avoid spooking the gang, you and the rest of the posse tie the reins of your mounts to some trees a few yards back from the tree line closer to the homestead. From there, it’s all about maintaining a stealthy approach. Plenty of shrubbery dots the property, so even with the lack of tall standing trees, you’re able to keep as low a profile as you can without inciting a shootout. The rest of the men can have their fun with their hunt for gold or apprehending dangerous individuals. Your first and foremost objective is securing Valentine.

Since she’s not outside, one can only assume she’s in the barn out of sight. It’s a good size, but in desperate need of some TLC as you learn the moment some rotted wood snaps cleanly off with a simple tug. You crawl through from the back, entering the structure into a bed of hay. Looking up from the ground, you quickly find that it’s not just you stuck in a 12x12 box.

A familiar tobiano paint stands proudly, turning his head in your direction. Beautiful black and white markings cover the gelding with a splash of white on one side of its face revealing a sole blue eye. The other eye is a rich shade of brown, surrounded by black fur.

“Good boy,” you whisper to the horse, hoping to not frighten him or anyone else that may be inside to your presence. He eyes you back with a huff and some widened eyes, but thankfully their ears move in attentive patterns rather than that of aggression.

You measle around to the front of the stall, managing to swoon him with your pets between soft whispering coos. “I should steal you and show him how it feels. You want that, big guy?”

A high-pitched whinny pierces the air, drawing your eyes to your long-lost Valentine one stall over. She stomps her foot aggressively, but her warning comes all too slow before the stall door flings open. Before you can reprimand yourself for being snuck up on, let alone draw your gun, the opposing force already has their own aimed nearly point blank.

“My, I didn’t expect anyone to check here first, let alone wish to steal Uzumaki from me?”

You turn slowly towards the man you’ve been wanting to see all night and day. The same silky-haired bastard that made off with your mare. He stares you down the iron sight of a Cattleman’s revolver, holding a salacious grin as he takes amusement in this whole ordeal.

“I think it’s only fair, seeing as you stole my own horse after your little escapade in town last night.” Unlike his suave tones, your voice is laced with the venom of a diamondback rattlesnake. Just because he has you cornered, doesn’t mean you’re any less dangerous than a pit viper itching to strike.

The sound of gunfire alerts you both to the events unfolding outside the shabby walls of the stable, all with the shouting of a dozen men. The sliding door to the entrance of the barn opens with a bang, and the outlaw is quick to draw up a second revolver at the new arrival.

“Suguru, put your guns down.” Satoru says, trying to mask the hints of pain and grief beneath a stoic demeanor.

On the other end, Suguru is cheerful and keeps his sight set on the other with a cheshire smile. “Satoru~ long time no see.”

You clear your throat, reminding the two of your third wheeling presence. “Nice reunion and all, but you’re outnumbered here.”

“That may be.” he pauses, rolling his head in your direction once more. “But I’m holding the guns here so it’s up to you both to decide how you want to walk out of here.”

Funny how things ended up working out after that.

Between some more bickering, monologues, thundering hooves, and dwindling gunfire, who knew a simple suggestion to “kiss and make up” would lead to you being sandwiched between them in one of the empty available stalls occupying square bales of hay to use as surfacing.

Straw digs into your back annoyingly, but the pleasure of two cocks in either end transition you to a state of euphoria. Muffled whimpers fail to escape, instead warping around Satoru buried deep in your throat. It’s long, veiny, and curves in all the right directions. His hands find comfort over the mound of your breasts, kneading into the flesh with each thrust.

You can’t see it, but those breathtaking blue eyes look in awe of your figure adorned with a sheen of sweat and the sight of Suguru’s cock disappearing into your perfect little pussy. “So pretty,” he purrs, noting how you’re glowing brighter than any star could hope to achieve, silver or not.

Suguru’s hands brand the dipping of your hips with a bruising grip, rutting into you with his especially girthy extension. Each jerk of his body hits right into a sweet spot bringing you ever closer to undoing the knot at the base of your core.

They both momentarily pause as you begin to unravel, choking out cries that leave Satoru reeling with pleasure from the tightness of your throat. Suguru feels it too. Your gummy walls encasing around him in erratic motions. The two of them aren’t far away from their own release.

The sounds each make only serve to keep the wings of your pussy fluttering for more. Irresistibly charming, and all the more passionate given the shared history they share, and you now caught in the middle.

Suguru leans forward over you, cupping Satoru’s cheek to draw him closer, crashing their lips together in a messy embrace. That one action forces each to come undone, painting both ends of you so perfectly white. They pull out, savoring the whining noise you release from the loss. The black-haired man takes a moment to admire how you clench around nothing and the cum gushing out like a waterfall of love.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Suguru asks, and both Satoru and you simultaneously answer positively making him chuckle all low and honey-like.

“You’re doing so well, but we’re not done just yet…” Both men exchange a look, as if reading one another’s mind. Soulmatism at its finest. “Well, Satoru?”

“It’s been too long, Suguru,” he responds gleefully. Satoru then proceeds to lift your tiring body up and onto his lap, making you straddle him as the other comes around into your view. “Ready for more, princess?”

“Less talk, more stuffing,” you scoff, taking it upon yourself to line his tip with your eager cunt, graciously accepting him into the depths beyond what Suguru could reach.

“You heard the pretty lady, Satoru,” the other whispers into his ear, nibbling the lobe as he slowly thrusts up into the man. The slick coating his shaft that you provided just moments ago make for a smooth entry, earning a deep fulfilling rumble from Satoru.

His fingers slid up your thighs and over the curves of your body, pressing into the plush to bounce you on him. You saw plenty before of the cobweb of veins that marble his cock, but feeling the ridges trailing along your insides leaves you breathing out such sinful sounds. He works it like the most formal of fountain pens, writing poetry on velvet walls that could put even Shakespeare to shame.

“Fuuh-uck,” you murmur, burying your face in the crook of Satoru’s neck, shamelessly letting him contort your body however he desires. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck and hair, locking him in against your bare chest.

“Now now, don’t go hiding yourself,” Suguru says between disheveled breaths, trying not to let his pace falter as he urges your face up. He overtakes your lips, mixing sloppy kisses with nips across your bottom lip.

Satoru uses this chance to pepper your open neck with marks fashioned all in his name, biting down with more force each time his lover hits that sweet spot inside. He can feel not only his own chest tighten, but his balls as well.

Suguru breaks the kiss, but only to push the two in front of him down. The weight of Satoru comes down over you, taking your mouth against his and soaking up the taste of all the combined flavors. Suguru unleashes powerful thrusts into Satoru that force him in and out of your own body as he chases his high.

“You missed me this much, Suguru?” He gazes over his shoulder, smiling as he tries to form cock-drunk words. “S-so much more aggressive than usual, f-feels good.”

“Not a day goes by where I don’t see a reminder of you.” You can just barely make out the seldom, yet saccharine face Suguru makes, your own vision clouded with a hazy white. “It’s just like the old days with o-our new friend here.”

“Our princess here is taking us so well, isn’t she?”

“She is,” he says, and you feel feather-light touches come over your thighs that attempt to coil around Satoru for closeness. “You’re such a good girl, I bet you want to cum, don’t you?” You feverishly nod, unsure how much longer you can hold out.

“Come on, baby.” A finger moves over your clit drawing star-shaped patterns until that’s all you’re able to see. “T-that’s it,” he drawls, following soon after.

Hot ropes of cum spill out inside you once more, making a beautiful cocktail of three. Suguru mercilessly ruts into Satoru until he himself finishes, savoring the feeling he’s long since missed and relishing in the new ones you’ve brought him.

Satoru’s body relaxes leaving you trapped underneath. You take the time to brush your fingers through his hair as you come down off your high, feeling yourself ground to the Earth in the process.

Suguru pulls out, leaving a chaste kiss to you both. His delicate fingers push the hair of your face, admiring the beauty of your afterglow. You close your eyes, soaking up the feeling of one another, completely oblivious to anything else.

Well, almost oblivious.

“It’s been fun seeing you again and meeting such a lovely new woman,” Suguru starts. You open your eyes and Satoru as well to see Suguru dressed and mounted atop the tobiano. “I’ve got to get home before my daughters begin to worry. See you around sometime.” He winks, galloping out of the stable before either of you can say another word.

Satoru stands up, exhaling a defeated sigh. The plan to arrest Suguru ended up with the two of you being detained by love. Both his gang and the gold are long gone to wherever his hideout lies.

Satoru helps you up, cleaning you off as best he can before readying the horses, and yes, that means yours too.

Valentine is home, back with her family.

You.

As you sit atop her on route back to the city of Valentine, you feel a discomfort in your clothes and the crunching of parchment to follow. The source of which is a pamphlet courtesy of Suguru, detailing drawings and hints on how if you’re interested, you can use these clues to find him and his camp of outlaws.

And so, a third opportunity for your future presents itself, but that’s for the future. For now, the only thing on your mind is a steak dinner. Here’s hoping the Butcher has finished his job.

☆ Notes: KFC breakup – saloon edition

Fr this chapter was hard for me to write. I love satosugu but I’m not confident in writing them just yet :( I cursed myself so many times and had to close to document. march weather also has got me not feeling too well so that sucks.

I was kinda stumped how to transition from gunpoint to dickpoint in a way that wasn’t so dubious or noncon so I hope you don’t mind me just skipping straight to the action :3 threesome smut is hard to write for me

[bunnyboy-juice]

health related vent under the cut

oughghgh my heart suddenly got super weak and i felt nauseous and like i was gonna die and i wish i could trigger this shit on cue bc i KNOW it's not normal but when ingo the doctor they cant hear anything and I swear i am going to die because of heart problems bc everyone who hears mt heart beat atp (except my doctors) inevitably comments about how strange it is!! everyone who spends time with me who lays their head on my chest inevitably hears it!!!! but my doctos just tell me to lose weight!!! nevermind the fact i ABSOLUTELY have a medical background that results in heart problems bc I WAS FUCKING BULIMIC IN MY LATE TEENS AND WAS ENCOURAGED TO DIET FROM THE AGE OF 6 AFTER NOT BEING ABLE TO GAIN WEIGHT CONSISTENTLY THE FIRST 5 YEARS OF MY LIFE?!?!?!?!?!??? (funny thing is - i started gaining weight after i started being assaulted 🤪 so it wasn't like i was even healthily gaining weight i was just STRESSED BC I WAS FUCKING 5 YEARS OLD) like!!!!! my "dedault" eating cycle if i don't force myself to eat is literally starving myself!!! it is so fucking hard.for me to eat!?? but i was "obese" as a teen (read: I weighed 130-160lbs and am 5'2) and ive just gotten bigger as an adult (due to a combo of terrible relationship to food + getting a bc implant) so like. they're never gonna believe me. i have lost 10lbs this year w/o trying and they congratulate me and tell me to keep up the good work when i am very stressed about this actually. all my clothes fit wrong now. i was literally straining in a size 22 last summer and i am now a size 18 and honestly im not even sure about that (but i still have to have my clothing bigger bx when i get bloated my stomach doesbt fit in my smallee pants bc i do swell up 2 sizes bigger yes). but all of this is "normal" and "just IBS" and i "just need to watch for trigger foods and eat cleaner" even though i can barely eat meats (not by choice. i suddenly stopped being able to digest them well at 19), i cant eat a lot of acidic food - FUCK i can barely even have water sometimes. literally i have gotten horrifically bloated from 1 sip of water in the morning. my heart rate also SHOULDN'T BE SO FAINT I CANT FEEL IT regularly. i shouldnt be feeling like I'm gonna pass out often. i am working through the traumas of my lfie and i am still gonna dissociate through a lot of it now bc i am so disabled and no doctors believe me. my wife has literally seen how my body's deteriorated but she's treated like she's just overly worried when she comes with me (bc im fat. and it's CLEARLY just an issue of being fat even tho the fatness came AFTER the health issue started BECAUSE OF MEDICATION I NEED SO IM NOT ON MY PERIOD 24/7!!!!!). there's no real point to this i just almost passed out at work and had to stumble to the bathroom bc it felt like i was gonna vomit and shit myself at the same time (and i did end up shitting again. on a good day im lucky if i just dont have diarrhea every single time but today is not a good day). literally i looked like i was strung out from how slow abd soft my heart got. and now im like recovering and im just angry about it bc like. this isnt normal. this isnt even all of it, but this ISNT normal. g-d i judt wish a medical professional would BELIEVE ME

[gotlostonmywayhome]

Girl Back There Valentine's Day Self-Rec List

I've been kind of going through it with my physical and mental health over the last several months. I haven't been doing a whole lot of creating as a result. I attempted to do something for Valentine's Day, a ficlet, a drabble, a moodboard, something, but I've been lacking the time and motivation.

While I'm working on not letting that get me down, I thought I would at least do a self-rec list to put out work that I have done in hopes that I will get back to my creating ways someday. I've only written one fic that is Valentine's Day themed, but I do have a few soft, squishy fics for you to enjoy the holiday with.

A Holiday More Meaningless than President’s Day (Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton, Rated M, 5k)

Clint has a minor problem. Despite seeing all the advertisements and heart decorations everywhere, Clint hasn’t thought about Valentine’s Day. Now he is wondering if the Russian spy/assassin/all-around-badass he has been secretly banging like a faulty screen door for the last few months wants to celebrate the holiday. Since Bucky wants to keep their thing a secret, does that mean he doesn't want to celebrate? Would Bucky be upset if Clint treated today as a normal Sunday? Does Clint want to treat today as a normal Sunday? And even if Bucky does acknowledge the holiday, how does one handle this day with a fuck-buddy? Clint is nowhere near psychologically mature enough to handle these things.

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Rated M, 6.2k)

Bucky doesn’t know how his mother managed to Jedi mind trick him into dropping off Becca at summer camp this year, but she somehow did it. Despite his grumpiness at the unreasonable hour in which he was wrenched from his nice and cozy bed, Bucky is glad for this time with his little sister. Becca spends their time talking about the activities she got to do last summer that she hopes will be back again this year, all of which was organized by Steve Rogers. After she came home from Camp Marvel last year, all Becca could talk about was Steve Rogers, one of the counselors for her team, The Howlies. Steve Rogers was an amazing artist. Steve Rogers participates in all of the competitions despite his asthma, scoliosis, heart arrhythmia, and various other medical issues. Steve Rogers totally drinks his respect women juice. Bucky would be worried about his sister may be developing a crush on this Steve guy, but after meeting him, Bucky is more preoccupied with the crush he's developing on Steve. So preoccupied in fact, he ends up signing on to be a camp counselor for the summer.

The Sunrises in Wakanda (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Rated G, 2.8k)

The sunsets in Wakanda are unrivaled if you ask anyone lucky enough to see them and Bucky agrees. They are truly spectacular, but Bucky prefers the sunrises. The start of a new day in this life he managed to carve for himself since the fall of Hydra.

(More after the cut)

In a room full of art, I'd still stare at you (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Rated E, 9.6k)

The blond grabs his chest and throws his head back, laughing with his whole body. Bucky can hear the sound from where he is across the gallery. The sound is far deeper than Bucky could have anticipated on a man that small. Bucky can feel the sides of his mouth curl upwards at hearing that laugh. As if his thoughts called out to him, the blond looks over and catches Bucky staring. Bucky should look away, he’s being rude and creepy, but he can’t. Those startling blue eyes have him snared.

Animal Husband(ry) (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Rated T, 1.2k)

Ear scratches, man, they are the best.

Vibe Check (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Rated T, 1.1k)

Harley and Peter worked too hard to get their dads together for Tony to forget to give Steve flowers.

Love You Latte (Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Rated T, ≤1000)

Clint’s favorite customer strolls in at a quarter to eight. Exactly on time and looking as delicious as ever with the no tie, open collar look. It nearly leaves Clint tongue tied.

Coming Home (And Finding You) (Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Rated T, 1.4k)

Phil has a rough mission. When he gets home, Clint has all of Phil’s favorites ready.

The Universe is Ridiculous (Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Rated T, 1.3k)

Phil should know better and be careful about what he asks for. Or at least be very specific as to what he asks for. The Universe has a wicked sense of humor and will likely do exactly as wished.

[fullmetalscullyy]

those golden nights

summary: riza and the kids celebrate roy’s birthday

rated: g | words: 3994| tags: royai, family royai, royai kids, au, canon divergence, family fluff

part of “the way it was” series

read on ao3

“This way, Maes. No, this way. This way! Maes!”

Peals of laughter carried through the Mustang household, causing Riza to laugh quietly to herself as she worked outside in the garden. She stretched up high and continued to listen in as she hung the last of the birthday banners over the wooden frame of the awning Roy had finally got around to building in the middle of summer.

It was perfect. The covering protected them from the scorching Central sun and stopped little Maes and Mia from being burned by the sun as they played outside in the patio. Their youngest was not a fan of the cream being slathered on his skin, so it was the perfect compromise. And it gave Roy a hobby to work on while Riza was busy preparing coursework for the upcoming school year.

To say she was nervous, would be an understatement.

His little DIY project had started with disastrous results, but nevertheless, he’d persevered and in the end, it was sturdy and worked perfectly. It was well-made and held true – even through the gale force winds they’d experienced a week ago which caused both to fear it would be ripped from the side of their house. The freak weather also made her worry they wouldn’t be able to have their planned party for Maes, but with the bluebird sky high above today and the hot temperatures it was hard to believe in the bad weather they’d experienced only a short time ago.

The tail end of summer was still warm. They were still being invited to garden parties and often, Riza would find herself outside in the evening after both kids had gone to bed, staring up at the sky and watching the clouds drift gracefully across the inky black. Or, if she was lucky, there would be a star or two to count as well.

Mia’s favourite thing was looking up at the stars. She liked to try and count them all, providing endless entertainment for all when she set her heart upon her task.

“No!” Little Maes’ favourite word erupted from his lips in a delighted squeal.

Looking over her shoulder, Riza saw him toddling towards the door to try and escape his sister’s clutches. Mia was hot on his heels, both arms extended and held out to catch him in case he fell.

Bless her, she was the cutest little thing with her younger brother. She had endless patience for him and looked out for him without being asked. She was fiercely protective and always wanted to play with him. She never wanted them to be parted and it warmed Riza’s heart entirely to see them so close.

It did her heart well to know there was a completely solid support system behind her children, should they ever need it.

“Mum!” Mia tried to complain, but she obviously couldn’t be too mad at her brother because the tail end of her complaint tapered off with a laugh. Her grin was also a giveaway that she wasn’t too put out about him running away from her as he tried to escape from the house.

“Yes, Mia Bear?”

Speaking her nickname was as easy as breathing.

Mia Bear and Little Maes.

Her two wonderful, brilliant children.

“Maes is coming outside!” she warned.

The toddler giggled and staggered over the high step of the door to freedom. His arms flailed as he practically flung his little body over the raised base of the doorway, but he landed on solid legs. The garden was now his oyster and he grinned. With determination and a speed Riza hadn’t expected, he made straight for the grass. Once there, he bent fully at the waist and slammed his palms down on it.

He must have been watching his father recently.

Maes giggled and tried to pull at the tufts of grass, eventually ending up lifting a few blades into his fist. He turned it over in wonder, ogling the green grass which stuck out from between his fingers.

“Ah ah, mister,” Riza admonished lightly. She scooped him into her arms and started to walk back towards the shade.

Maes didn’t appear to mind too much. He was too focussed on the grass in his fist. He snickered, opening and closing his palm, causing the plant to drop onto Riza’s shirt. Now it was free form his grasp, he cried out in indignation, because how dare it leave his side. How dare it leave him!

“Do you like the grass, Maes?”

He blinked at her then broke out into a toothy grin. He had most of his teeth now. His front teeth were on full show as he beamed at her.

“Grass!” he repeated, although he hadn’t quite mastered the ‘r’ sound yet, so it sounded like ‘gas’, making Riza chuckle.

“That’s right! Grass.”

“Gas!”

“Close enough,” Riza smiled at him. She kissed his temple as he reached for the blades on her shoulder. He picked up the blades, one by one, grasping each between his thumb and pointer finger.

“I’ll teach him, Mum!” Mia stared up at her brother adoringly as she scurried over to walk by their side.

“Thank you, Mia. I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”

“I’m home!” a sing song voice called out from within the house.

“Dad!” Mia’s cry almost pierced Riza’s ears.

“Dad! Dad!” Maes clapped his hands together and wiggled within Riza’s grasp in an attempt to be put down, so he could toddle over to his father, despite the fact Riza could get him there quicker. Still, she indulged him and placed his feet upon the floor. He was unsteady and his body shook with delight and excitement as he started his journey to greet his father, following in his sister’s footsteps. A happy squeal erupted from him as he made his way back inside their home.

When Riza entered Mia was already in Roy’s arms. She was hugging him tightly, arms wrapped around his neck, as he placed a hand upon his back and held her close.

Ever since losing his eyesight he was especially doting and attentive towards his children. Even after two years had passed, he hadn’t changed.

“Dad!” Maes’ giggled. He lifted his arms towards his father as he staggered over to him.

“Maes, my boy!”

The acknowledgement caused him to laugh louder, making him lose his balance. He tumbled onto his bottom but never stopped laughing. After pushing himself back up to his excitable feet he continued onwards towards Roy, who grinned at his antics.

Theirs was a household filled with laughter and love. Full of escapades and hilarity, both of which Riza would never tire of.

It was everything she’d ever wanted, and more. Everything she’d ever dreamed of.

“They’ve been missing you,” Riza told Roy as both children clamoured for his attention.

“I missed my Mia Bear so much.” He kissed her cheek, placing a massive, loud kiss upon it, making their daughter giggle and her eyes sparkle with happiness. “And my son! Little Maes!” As if it were no effort at all, Roy bent and scooped Mase into his arms and cuddled him close as well.

He pressed his face into the crook of his father’s neck and sighed happily. “Dada,” Maes murmured.

“That’s right.” Roy pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Dad’s home.”

“I’m so glad you are!” Mia pulled back and clapped her hands together in glee. “Then you’ll be home for your special birthday dinner!”

“My girl, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Roy kissed each child on the top of the head before placing them both down on the ground.

Still, they stared up at him expectantly. Adoringly.

“Shall Dad go and get changed out of his work uniform?”

Mia scrunched her nose up as she looked him up and down. “Yes!”

“Yeah!” Maes mimicked his sister as best he could.

“Shall I get dressed in my best dancing outfit?” Roy raised an eyebrow. “Equipped with my best dancing shoes?”

“Yeah!” Mia screamed it this time, but both parents couldn’t bring themselves so scold her for the volume.

She was happy, so they were happy too.

They’d do anything for their little girl, after all.

Roy saluted and bowed at the waist with a flourish. “As the lady demands!” He jogged through the hallway and up the stairs, taking two at a time, while both children laughed and tried to follow him.

“Mia, Maes!”

Both froze on the spot and turned to face their mother.

“Shall we get the rest of our… surprise ready?”

Mia’s face lit up and she rushed over to Riza’s side. She clasped her hand tightly, latching on, and started to tug her towards the garden. “Yay! Let’s get ready!”

Maes let out an indignant cry behind them both at being left behind, but Riza still smiled and slowed her pace to let him catch up.

“Dad’s going to be really surprised, isn’t he?”

Riza nodded. “I think he will. So we have to stay extra quiet to make sure it’s a surprise for as long as possible, all right?”

Mia nodded enthusiastically and pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Dad home!” Maes crowed happily as he picked up the pace to walk ahead of them.

Mother and daughter allowed him to step out the door first. Again, he lost his balance as he stepped over the raised exit, but he righted himself immediately. Once under the awning he looked up at Riza patiently with owlish eyes, awaiting to see what she would do next.

“Shall we lay out Dad’s presents?”

Mia gasped and agreed with a very enthusiastic “yes!”. Maes, bless his little copycat heart, looked over to his sister and copied her immediately. He imitated her enthusiasm and agreed also.

“Okay,” Riza whispered, crouching down to their level. “Stay quiet for now, okay? I’ll go and get Dad’s presents and bring them down here. If you’re quiet, and I’m quiet, we’ll be able to do it without him ever knowing.”

“Okay, Mummy! We’ll be quiet. We promise. I’ll look after Maes too,” Mia offered sincerely, determination lacing her tone, “so you won’t need to worry about a thing!”

Riza ran a hand over her daughter’s hair, then cupped her cheek. She pressed a kiss to Mia’s forehead and stroked her cheek. “I trust you, Mia. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes!” She’d never seen a child so determined before.

“Okay. I won’t be long,” Riza promised. “And remember – quiet as a mouse.”

“Quiet as a mouse,” Mia repeated in a whisper.

Maes tried to copy them both, but it seemed they’d spoken too fast for him to pick up properly, because he ended up just repeating it phonetically, getting it not quite right.

Riza couldn’t help but laugh, but repeated herself, speaking slower this time.

Understanding dawned on him and he nodded. He scrunched up his nose and brought his hands to towards his mouth, whispering with a promise of, “quiet as a mouse.”

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“Shall I hide up here for longer?” Roy smirked at her as he continued to unbutton his dress shirt in their bedroom.

“Please. It would mean the world to them if you did.”

Roy turned towards her fully. He stalked over, full of feline grace, dropping his shirt to the floor. He grinned as her focus faltered and her eyes dropped to his suddenly bare chest. Once he reached her, Roy placed his hands on her hips gently and pressed a kiss upon her lips. Riza sighed into it, relishing in the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

“Anything for you, my love,” he murmured against her temple. After pressing a kiss there, he spoke again. “Anything for those two kids.”

Riza hummed happily as they started to naturally sway gently together.

“It won’t be too long. Ten minutes?”

Roy pressed another kiss against her temple. “I will give you all the time you need.”

“Ten minutes,” she confirmed.

Roy grinned at her. “See you then. I can’t wait.”

Once finally able to tear herself free from her husband’s natural gravitational pull against her, Riza opened the door of her side of their wardrobe. She rummaged between hanging clothes and storage boxes to extract a bag filled with gifts.

Roy laughed quietly behind her.

“I hope you didn’t peek,” she scolded lightly.

“I would never,” he gasped, mock offense filling his tone.

Yes, he would.

She retrieved the presents she’d hidden there, shrouded in tissue paper, earlier that day after he’d left for work. Riza straightened and spun in place towards her husband, hiding the bag behind her back with a coy smile. She backed out of their bedroom as Roy watched on in excited anticipation and – something more.

It wasn’t too difficult to guess what else.

Once in the garden, Riza saw both children were playing together on the grass. As soon as they spotted their mother, Mia encouraged Maes to follow her over to the patio, so they could get their surprise ready.

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Roy made a show of entering the garden to the little surprise they’d created for him for his birthday. He knew they were supposed to be having dinner together that night, and that it was a special dinner to celebrate him. But this was something a little extra Riza had rustled up for him and planned throughout the week.

“So, this is where you’ve all been hiding.” He yawned, placing a hand over his mouth and stretching one arm high above his head. “I am very much looking forward to my birthday dinner, which our Mia Bear has cooked all by herself.”

Mia giggled in delight but said nothing more.

After his stretch, Roy lowered his arms and blinked at the carefully wrapped presents waiting upon the table in the middle of the patio. He turned silent as he noticed the birthday banners Riza had hung up earlier for him.

Honestly, her husband could definitely make it as an actor.

“What’s all this?” His expression melded into confusion, making Mia beam proudly at her surprise.

“It’s your surprise!”

He blinked at her. “My surprise?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! From Maes and me.”

“Maes and I,” Roy corrected, gently.

“Oh. Right! And Mummy too, of course.”

“I thought dinner was my surprise.”

“This is something extra,” Mia explained happily. She clambered up onto one of the patio chairs, resting on her knees, so she was closer in height to her father.

Yet, Roy still lowered to a crouch, so he was nearer to eye level. “Did you buy me presents for my birthday, Mia Bear?”

She nodded. “Maes and me – I mean, Maes and I, picked them out specially for you.” Her gaze flicked over to her mother, standing behind Roy, who nodded for her to continue. “We… We hope you like them.” A sudden wave of nervousness washed over her, and Mia started to wring her hands together.

Roy ruffled her hair into a mess – that unruly fringe had yet still to be tamed into submission, but it did leave her hair sticking up on end. “I’m sure I will adore them. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“How can you be so sure?” She peered curiously at her father, looking at him as if he had all the answers in the world.

He smiled softly at his daughter. “Because they’re gifts from my children,” Roy answered simply, leaning forward to press a kiss to Mia’s forehead.

“So, Maes.” Roy bent and scooped his son into his arms, making him giggle. “Would you like to help me open the first one?”

Maes clapped his hands together and his face lit up. “Yeah!”

“Oh, oh! Can I help you with the second one?”

“Of course, Mia,” Roy answered as he lowered himself into the other free patio chair. “You can help me with one each. Maes, you pick the first one.”

Riza watched as Maes poured over the wrapped gifts. He took his time to choose – leaving Mia to eventually start shifting from knee to knee impatiently – but finally chose one which was flat, but long in shape.

“Good choice, Maes.”

Roy allowed him to unwrap it for him. He assisted and lifted up the edge of the paper where it would be easy to open, so Maes could tear away at it until his heart’s content, but Maes was always a careful one. Although still young, he unwrapped gifts with patience and caution. He did it carefully, as if he feared to rip the paper, no matter how often he was encouraged to do it hurriedly by his sister. He'd try his best to catch the edge of the wrapping paper between his thumb and pointer finger and would peel it backwards slowly.

Ever since he was very young, he’d enjoyed working on his fine motor skills and picking at things like that, and to this day it still continued – much to his sister’s chagrin. Not that she ever complained, of course. She would never complain about her baby brother.

Once finally unwrapped, Roy gasped and grinned down at the tie laying in a bed of paper.

“I know you can’t wear ties at work,” Mia gushed before it was even in full view, but you always do it when you and Mum go out to fancy events so I thought you could wear it then!”

He didn’t. He wore bowties, but Mia had instantly fell in love with the accessory as soon as she set her eyes on it, and Riza hadn’t had the heart to correct her.

The tie had a funky pattern. And that was funky with a capital F. It was a very loud design, filled with clashing colours, and was definitely an eyesore. But Mia had gasped and pointed it out immediately. She’d fallen in love with it. And it was her choice to pick the gift, so Riza went with it and bought it for Roy for his birthday.

He’d wear it, Riza knew that much. It was a gift from Mia, so of course he would. But Riza knew he liked his style. He liked to dress up and look incredibly smart. It left Riza wondering how often, or when he’d wear his gift.

It would be an interesting and entertaining experiment.

Roy gasped and shifted Maes on his thigh so he could reach forward and hold it up properly to admire it.

Sure enough, his eyes fairly sparkled with glee at the sight of it.

“Do you like it?” Mia sounded so uncertain, Riza placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.

“Mia Bear, I love it,” Roy grinned.

The uncertainty fled her. Her shoulders dropped low and she looked pleased as punch and Roy started to tie it around his neck, despite only wearing a plain white t-shirt now. As soon as it was secure, he straightened his tie and opened his arms for his daughter. Mia ran to him immediately and he thanked her with a kiss atop her head.

Maes caught the tie between his thumb and pointer finger while they were both preoccupied and started to fiddle with it.

“Thank you, Mia. It’s a brilliant tie.” Roy glanced up at Riza with a goofy smile on his face. “It’s very full of life. It’s definitely a statement piece.”

Riza snorted quietly to herself but nodded in agreement.

“Now, what are the rest of all these presents?”

“You’ll have to open them and see!” Mia cried happily. “I pick this one to open next!”

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It was later that evening, when both children had settled after the day’s excitement and gone to bed, that husband and wife finally found some quiet time together. Roy was still wearing his tie, so Riza grasped it lightly at its end. As soon as she tugged on it gently, Roy turned towards her with a confused furrow of his brow, but as soon as she tugged harder his expression changed and morphed into something else entirely.

His smile was practically wolfish as she drew him towards her.

“Have you had a nice birthday, Roy?”

He hummed in agreement and tenderly pressed a kiss to her lips. It lingered and he pulled away slowly.

He still managed to scramble her thoughts every time, so Riza briefly forgot what they’d been discussing and, after he pulled back, she leaned in to follow his movement, not ready to end the kiss quite yet.

Roy looked far too smug for her liking once he noticed her reaction.

Still, Riza couldn’t bring herself to mind too much about it though. Not when she felt the electricity skittering across her skin from his touch. Not when his skin seared hers with a fire only he could ignite and extinguish.

“It was the best birthday I’ve had in a long time.” He lifted both hands to brush her hair away from her face. It took a few attempts – and each time he caressed the skin of her face tenderly.

Riza had to lock her knees to keep them from shaking and keep herself upright.

It still thrilled her, her husband could draw such a reaction from her to this day after so long together. And she loved him all the more for it.

“I do have one question though.”

He did not appear in a hurry to ask it though because his lips trailed down the column of her neck to her clavicle. Riza inhaled sharply as he breathed out, heating her skin and making her shiver, both at the same time.

“Oh?” She finally prompted him after he lazily made his way back towards her throat and pressed a gentle kiss against the pulse point beneath her chin.

“Yes,” he breathed.

Roy finally pulled away and Riza nearly vocally protested at his retreat.

He lifted one eyebrow, demeanour completely changing. “I just have to wonder who our daughter took after regarding fashion sense.” He glanced down at his tie. “Obviously, I will wear this with honour but…” He screwed up his face. “Just who has been teaching her about style?”

Riza couldn’t help the giggle which erupted from her. “I can take it back to the shop if you’d like?”

Roy reared back and clutched at the tie protectively. “No!”

Riza smirked knowingly.

“This is not going back. She picked it out for me and I love it.”

Riza’s smile softened. She lifted her arms to his shoulders, sliding her hands over the top of them so her wrists could hook behind his neck. After her tender touch, it was his turn to shudder this time.

“She was very pleased with herself after picking a gift out for her father.”

Roy let out a quiet coo of ‘aww’ and lifted his hands to rest upon Riza’s hips. “She did seem very excited.”

“Oh, she was. It was a struggle to keep her quiet about it for the last few days.”

He chuckled and stepped closer to her. Now their bodies were flush together.

“It was a lovely day, Riza.” He gazed into her eyes, all joking now gone. In its place was clear adoration. “Thank you.”

She smiled up at him. “Of course. You’re welcome, Roy. It’s good for them to spoil you too seeing as you spoil them all the time. And they were so happy to be involved and be able to pick out something special for you.”

He looked so pleased. “I can’t wait until its your birthday.” His grin turned mischievous. “We are all going to spoil you like the queen you are.”

Riza felt her cheeks flush hot, causing Roy to laugh.

“It’s what you deserve, Riza Mustang.” He kissed each of them and smiled down at her.

“Just… Don’t go crazy,” she mumbled in a half-hearted protest.

“Oh, Riza,” Roy shook his head, still grinning in an alarming, excited way. “You have no idea what’s in store for you.”

[the-stray-liger]

God, today's episode of G-Witch... On one hand, everyone's favorite Tanuki has begun the healing process, and found her resolve once again, but on the other... GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY, IT'S ALL GOING TO SHIT.

Guel and Miorine uncover Shaddiq's involvement with Dawn of Fold and the attack on Plant Quetta, (even though it was because that fat fucker Kenanji was INTERROGATING A GODDAMN CHILD) but Miorine tells Guell to not jump the gun and gather actual evidence, so both Kenanji and Guel return to Asticassia to find Sarius Zenelli in order to implicate Shaddiq.

Meanwhile, Prospera fucks over Miorine's negotiations with her usual brand of bullshit, causing a veritable powder keg to ignite as the entire city goes up in flames as the Cathedra forces and the Earthians come to blows... but at the same time, she just destroyed the Space Assembly League and Ochs Earth's hidden bunker stocked with the remaining Pre-Production Type Lfriths, both denying them the means to produce more Gundams like the Ur and Thorn, and to also deliver some measure of vengeance for her friends and family from the Vanadis Institute, who died as a result of the League's machinations, and the betrayal of Ochs Earth who funded the construction of the Lfriths to begin with.

That all aside, I was surprised to see SECELIA of all people not only being spot-on with her assessment of Martin's dilemma, but also telling him to nut up and come clean about his involvement in Nika's detainment to the rest of Earth House. Yeah, she's teasing Martin mercilessly, pushing at all of his buttons, and even coercing him into serving her so she keeps quiet... but once Martin pushes back, she's surprisingly calm and direct with him. Then, as we all see, the rest of Earth House is rather understanding regarding the whole situation, even if there are conflicting opinions once the truth comes out.

I am still recovering from today's episode tbh. Drank a bit last night so I'm not doing super bright so my thoughts aren't that detailed but there's a few things I was obsessed with in this episode

I love Kenanji so much because we get to see his ruthless, violent streak that he hides under that sociable and cheerful facade. Of course what he did is wrong but also he knows shit and thanks to him Guel was able to find out Shaddiq was behind Queta and the terrorist attack at Asticassia.

Which brings me to my actual favorite part of the episode-that scene with Norea losing her marbles and El5n holding her back as she cries for Sophie. It's the first time I've seen El5n show any sort of sympathy for anyone, and it happens to be because Norea is afraid of death but so is he. El5n acts happy go lucky because he knows he's a replaceable tool that will be scraped as soon as he's not useful anymore. That's why Nika wouldn't understand. But he can. Foaming at the mouth etc etc

I am also obsessed with the fact that Secelia, while blackmailing Martin actually managed to direct him to find a real solution and talk things through with the earth kids honestly. Like she did it in the worst possible way but she did it. Task failed successfully. I guess she did have a reason to be behind the counselling booth.

I love how we almost felt something positive for Prospera last episode because this one she was 100% back on her bullshit. Deadass started a carnage and destroyed every chance for peace on earth for her vengeance. I love that about her, I really really like how she is written as a ruthless and calculating person who is willing to let the world burn to get her way

And back to our tanuki. I am so glad she found her way out of her dark hole of depression. And I'm so happy to see how much the earth kids and specially Chuchu care for her and how thankful and appreciative she is of them!!! And now we get to see what Suletta will do now that she is truly free. She understands things for the first time and will make her own decisions now. What will those be? can't wait aaaaa

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((Some parts based off what we’ve discussed a while back. As for how much time has passed since they’ve known each other- undisclosed. Up for debate if you wanna consider it canon to their interactions. I believe this is the last one I owe for ya! Hope you liked them all! I had fun! Thanks for requesting!))

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To say that she was nervous would be an understatement. She was going together to a festival with G. It wasn’t to say that she’s never gone on dates before, but any date she’s been on in the past was something that was arranged for her.

Either it was her brother meddling in her life, or it was one of her parents who were worrying about how she was getting older and soon coming upon the age that most would socially deem her ‘too old’ to be married.

It was probably why her mother had become stricter with her in the past couple of years, thinking that she’d somehow erred in the way she’d raised her daughter which resulted in any past attempt at a relationship to fail.

Don’t tell them that it was simply due to Fiore’s stubbornness that she would secretly sabotage her own dates. She didn’t like any of the men her family would try to pair her with and she wanted to be with someone that she truly enjoyed being around.

So, this was not her first date, but it was the first date with someone she genuinely liked. There was a different kind of anxiousness that she felt as her heartbeat in her chest.

If there was something she had to thank her lucky stars for, it was the fact that she didn’t have anyone who could possibly prevent her from going out today. Her mother was out of town, and her father and brother were probably doing something with the military.

In essence, she had all the freedom in the world today. From her garden, she noticed that the Camellia flowers were in bloom, just in time, too. She often enjoyed taking some of the flowers from her garden and pressing them to make decorations with later.

There were also times where she’d place them in her hair as a decorative element. The took some of the flowers and weaved them into her hair as she let her hair down in a braid. She picked the white Camellias and a single yellow one- the accent flower.

When the time to leave comes around, she grabs her clutch which had enclosed inside of it a letter.

G is already there waiting for her when she arrives at the agreed upon time. With a smile, she approaches him. “Good day, G. I hope you haven’t been waiting for long.” She hoped that it wasn’t too obvious how nervous she was, but from the way she felt her cheeks flushing, it was probably readily obvious.

It mattered not how calm and composed you tried to keep your countenance when you were flushed pink.

Reaching into her clutch, she pulls out a letter. It was sealed with colored wax. She’d used a red and pink wax from the looks of it and stamped with a floral seal. She didn’t know how well he knew his flowers, and flower language was still pretty new—so there was a chance the symbolism could slip past him.

The Peony flower had different meanings based off its color. Pink peonies could symbolize romance, luck, and prosperity. All things that she wanted for him. Red peonies could symbolize someone wanting to express a deep love. It could also represent respect, and honor.

Maybe he would pick up on it? If he knew anything about the trends behind colored wax seals that were becoming popular as of recent: red was customarily used by men whereas women usually used a rose wax color.

Pink was appropriate when sending congratulations to another person, but both of those didn’t quite fit for the occasion, did it? Maybe he’d make the connection that she’d chosen the colors to be associated with the peony flower engraved onto the wax seal.

Well, if he didn’t pick up on it, that was fine. There was still time.

“I have a letter here that I’ll give you later once we part,” after this date, she means. It would be embarrassing for her if he were to read the letter while in her presence.

…

Later when he does open the letter, it would read:

[Dear G,

I’m writing this letter to express my thoughts towards you. From the start, you’ve been patient and understanding as well as accommodating. I do feel regret that many of our meetings came about because I have gotten myself in some sort of trouble, but I’m grateful all the same that I came across someone reliable that I could trust.

In the time we’ve known each other, I’ve come to learn more about you. Though you come off as calm and patient, you have a discerning eye to know when to exert force. It’s respectable what you and the rest of the Vongola are doing, and I do see it as an honor that you allow me to take some of your time.

With an air of mystery about you, it makes for an enjoyable time to spend time with you and to learn about your different sides. Admittedly, I haven’t met someone aside from my family who is a great marksman, so that too caught my attention.

I hope you don’t mind my continued presence in your life. Do speak freely if I am being a bother.

With love,

Fiore Rossi]

Valentine's asks 2024- accepting!

Had G had much of a relationship with his family anymore he hoped they'd have accepted Fiore. But nonetheless having anyone's blessing or not, he was happy with her and that was all that mattered to him. She had come into his life in a time when he didn't even realize he needed someone and now he couldn't imagine his life without her. Many women in the past hadn't worked out and at a moment when he thought he was meant to be alone, he met her. Fiore had come alone and changed his life and now he had to face the facts that he'd fallen in love and would never let her go. He took in her image. All those flowers accented her outfit perfectly. It suited her, he thought to himself. He linked his arm with hers, escorting her to a small outdoor cafe for dinner together, his treat. He'd promised her family she'd be home before dark and not wanting any trouble with her brother or father, G made good on his word and dropped her off as he was told to, giving her a kiss goodnight before he left. Turning the corner, he stopped behind a hedge to read the letter. He smiled, Fiore had nothing to be ashamed of, he'd be there to protect her until his final days. Maybe he could teach her to improve her aim one day, possibly a future date. He wouldn't tell her just yet, but he enjoyed her presence in his life as well and maybe later when he got home he'd write her a return letter explaining that to her. But for now she was home safely and that was all that mattered to him.

[cherriegyuu]

Boys Planet - 1

Honestly, what a shit show. Were they competing to see who is the worst? Because this can’t be possible. One of the Masters said that the production team did a really good job at finding trainees, like where?

I’ll mention the battles and pick a favorite, then I’ll say my current top 9. This is not in order of preference, it’s just the order I remember them.

Burn it up – Wanna One

No one really stood out to me, the vocals where bad at some points. I can’t really choose one for this.

Danger – BTS

I really like how no one really knew this sing. No one knows dark era bts and I feel so especial because I do and that’s my second favorite album by them. Moving on... Both were kind of bad too. The i-land boy, I Chan (I think), he messed up baaaad, I was cringing while watching. Don’t remember much of G-Group tho be honest, so I would say that K-Group was better because SeungHwan did a great job with the little he had.

Aju Nice – Seventeen

I’m sad again, I didn’t like either performance, I feel like K-Group was slightly better because of their main vocalist was really good but the other boys was really not it, I do know that he was in bad condition but still… idk

Hot Sauce – NCT Dream

Let’s start with the fact that I hate this song, with passion, so I’m biased into hating the performances. So I say neither, tending a little bit to K-Group because Hanbini was sooo good

Love Me Right – Exo

This might seem impossible, but I really thought that Hui was gonna fuck this up for his team. He was trying too hard, too much. What he wanted to do didn’t match the song, at all. Though as whole K-Group was more consistent the performance, both vocally and dance wise, Jay’s high note was better, it fit the song better.

Kill This Love – Blackpink

This fight was unfair, K-Group didn’t stand a chance. They did a great job, Gun Wook worked them to be really powerful, with big movements but it was a lost battle. Keita really did a good job of putting this team together, he chose them for this song in specific. K-Group did their best but the result of obvious. I feel like this team should have won the Studio Choom and M!Countdown stage but it is what it is.

Back Door – Stray Kids

ha…. I am basic ass bitch sometimes... Ji Woong had one line and a dream, minimum effort, maximum achievement. The struggles Yujin went through also touched my heart. Tae Re is such a good vocalist. And the guy who was center, he did a good job too. I think it was funny how everyone was sort of trying to mimic Hyunjin’s facial expressions, both in K and G groups.

And here's my top time (against you're about to see how basic I am) .

This is my last vote. It had some changes since I started to vote because I didn't have a good top 9 in head. So yeah. I like how this looks, I feel like this could be a great group. Some of you may argue that it doesn't have many global trainees but if we have to be honest, once the final gets here, Koreans will vote for the Korean trainees only so we will get lucky to see even 3 global kids here.

And here's a not so popular opinion:

I WANT and HOPE mnet will manipulate the final group. Koreans vote with their ass and global fans vote for the meme kid.

Koreans made Lee Da Eul, who might have a sweet voice when singing in his tone but is terrible in every other way, 6th in the ranking (he dropped to 13th in the announcement that was made today and honestly that's still too high for him). And because of what? Cause he looked cute in his profile photo, one of the few who looked okay.

And global fans? Are even worse because they dont even vote for someone whos cute, they vote because "ah, hes funny". Their voting for Do Ha, a really nice boy if you ask me, but, much like Da Eul, can't really sing and can't really dance. And the other My House boy, the one in red, he also isn't good but keeps getting votes because he seem funny.

And we can argue that the industry needs to change, people have to sing in their key and so on, however for most boy groups, their main vocalist sings very high. Chen, Jungkook, Eunkwang, Jay B, Jongho, Sungmin, Taehyun, DK, Heesung they all sing very high. I can't even think of a main vocalist who couldn't reach those high notes. And the dancing, although I am the first to admit that 4th gen is too focused in dancing, needs to be good, it's one of the essences of kpop.

So mnet, manipulate away. Make me hate someone, make me love someone. Actually manipulate the results (in a way that people can't tell that it was manipulated, still having X1 war flashbacks). I don't care, I want a good group, whatever it takes

[mgraywrites]

PKU: My Journey As A New Mom To A PKUer

Meeting The Father

I was only nineteen years old when I met the father of my son, who was twenty-two at the time. We had met (shockingly) over the internet. We hit it off doing long distance for a bit. Then, he moved from Texas to my home state, Pennsylvania.

First Born

A few months passed and we were happy living in an apartment while I went to college. That’s when I found out that I was pregnant with my first born son, Beau. It was a pleasant surprise that changed our lives for the better. As we both wanted to have children sooner rather than later. When my (now fiance) found out it was a boy he was over the moon.

NewBorn Screening

I didn’t think much at all of the newborn screening test. It was just a quick heel prick the doctors did on my son when he was born. I was still reeling from having just gone through labor, so, honestly I didn’t pay much attention when they first explained what they tested for.

Pediatrician

I was so happy to finally be able to hold my little boy. He was a light in my life I never knew I needed until he was born. When we went to the pediatrician for what I believe was the second time that’s when we got the news. His phenylalanine levels were coming back oddly high. An early indicator of PKU in a child.

Survival Mode

When she told us the news and about what PKU was, I was so angry. Confused. Frightened. Our pediatrician was telling us all with a smile (looking back on it, she was probably just trying to lighten the mood and keep us calm) that my son, if left untreated, could experience seizures. Brain damage.

I wanted to scream at her. Tell her she was wrong. That the test had to be a false positive and to do it again. Which they did later on. It was not as I had hoped.

I was terrified. When I got home to my son all I did was hold him and cry. I was still healing and going through the motions that came with postpartum after all. So I wasn’t in the greatest mindset to begin with when first receiving this information. Trying my best to just survive.

The Waiting Game

They didn’t have us start my son on a different formula just yet. They wanted to wait for more test results to come back. We were overloaded with information and papers with resources about it. Never hearing about this rare disorder until now.

For weeks we were left in the dark as to what to do. With every passing day I grew more and more paranoid. Fearing that I was hurting my child by feeding regular formula that had protein in it.

Specialists

We finally got into a specialist for children with PKU. That’s where we discovered that PKU was not as rare as we thought. (it’s still rare, but not ‘1-in-a-million’ rare). It ended up that both my fiance and I had the genes for PKU. We just didn’t have it active. My son just so happened to be affected by the 25% chance of getting both active genes.

Unlike our pediatrician (no hate to them, we just did not have a great experience with that specific office), the specialists taking care of my son really reassured me. They informed me that as long as his diet was controlled and we kept an eye on his Phe levels, he was going to be fine.

Relief

He was still going to grow up a normal kid. He will still talk back to me one day in the future. For the first time I sighed a sigh of relief as we began taking the right steps. We began working with a dietician. Changing his formula from pure regular formula (we used Similac), to a mix of Similac and a special Phenylalanine free formula.

Fast Forward

Fast forward to today I have a healthy almost 3 month old boy. He is meeting all of his milestones without issue and he sleeps great. (Of course, we just got lucky in the sleep area).

So while when we first got his diagnosis I was beyond fearful, it ended up that it will NOT define him. He will still be able to go on to someday achieve everything he wants to. I am beyond thankful for our team who took such great care of our little one.

Next Up

Follow me as I continue to blog about and raise awareness for PKU and those affected. Next I will explain what (as the mother of a 3 month old) it has looked like for us regarding making his formula, going to take weekly blood tests, etc.

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Angry sex with Yeonjun

thirst drabbles (3/∞)

fandom » txt

pairing » yeonjun x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni!)

genre » smut, sugardaddy au

word count » ~ 500

warnings » explicit sexual content; hard!dom yeonjun, sub!reader, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, begging, orgasm control, choking, degradation, unprotected sex, dacryphilia.

“Da-daddy, I’m– ‘m sorry,” you whimper once again, tears streaming down your face. On any other day, he would’ve stopped, shushing you and cradling your small body in his arms. But today is an exception. His massive length continues to slam into your hypersensitive pussy — a result of him edging you for hours now.

“Yeah? Are you now? Where was all this decency when I told you to not disturb me during my work?” Yeonjun growls, his fingers painfully digging into your thighs as his hips move against yours roughly.

“Ugh– ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you sob, whole body shaking from the blazing fire running through your veins. Your subconscious urges to beg you for one orgasm, that can surely soothe all your pain. “Please, please, please, let me come, please!” You don’t care if you sound pathetic. If he keeps this up, you might just black out from sensory overload.

“I’ve spoiled you a bit too much, I see. Made you my cockslut by training you for hours every fucking day, and now you think that you own me, huh? You’ve gone way too far. Disrespecting daddy and his work? You were asking for it, babygirl.”

A fresh batch of tears gather in your eyes, your body jolting under him. Yeonjun huffs at your sudden movement, his large hand coming to wrap itself around your throat. “Don’t move. You’re gonna take it like the cockwhore you are.”

“Daddy, please, it– it hurts! I beg you... I– I want to come; please let me come!” You struggle against his weight, his hands applying just the right amount of pressure on your throat. His thrusts are relentless, cock moving in and out of you — never once failing to hit your g-spot. You try to wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to ground yourself, but he glares at you, pushing them away.

“Only good girls get to come. You don’t deserve an orgasm baby, it’s about time that I teach you a lesson because I’ve been too generous to you.” Yeonjun grunts in your ear, giving a few more hard thrusts before pulling out entirely. He could feel your walls pulsating around him dangerously, telling him that you were about to come soon.

“No no no, please daddy, please, I’m so sorry,” you manage to choke out, sobs wrecking your body. He mutters a curse under his breath, really wanting to give you orgasms until you forget about everything but him and then fill you up with his load. How can he not, when you’re crying and begging so prettily for him?

Yeonjun nonchalantly finds your swollen nub, pressing on it briefly and earning a shocked gasp from you. “Yes, yes! Oh my god! Yes,” you squeal, his thumb rolling your clit in tight circles, bringing you impossibly closer to the brink.

“You’re lucky that it’s hard for me to say no to you.” He rasps, watching you fall apart soon after.

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And immediately following that, part 10! Our manhunt boys are back!

Warnings: panic, soft, safe g/t vore, miscommunications

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Why NOW!?

They were in the middle of a manhunt, Dream getting pretty close to getting to the nether, and while he was hastily grabbing material with his group, his fucking instincts started acting up. His eyes had gone over to George, who was wrapping his arm up from his shield breaking on it, and instantly his mind had gone ‘get him to safety’. Bad caught the look he was giving the human, and he bet that the demon saw his eyes dilating, because he was tugged to the side for a moment to ‘share resources’.

“Are you going to be able to finish this game?” Sapnap was about to say yes, that they wouldn’t affect him that badly, but he could literally smell George’s blood from several feet away and his instincts had already started clouding his head. When several seconds went by without a response, Bad started to grab his communicator. “I’ll tell Dream that-“ “No! No, Bad, I’m fine. I’ll be fine. If it gets too bad I’ll distance.” He was given a very skeptical look, but the other was in no place to judge how well he could handle his instincts, so he relented with a sigh. “If it gets too bad, we call the game off. Say you’re not feeling good. Okay?” “Fine.” Sapnap rolled his eyes. “But it’s not gonna happen. I’ll be fine.”

Unbeknownst to him, his friend had caught the look he was sending his way, and as he finished the dressing on his arm, he entertained the thought.

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“Dream!” Sapnap yelled, narrowly missing slipping from the tree branch he clung to, glaring daggers at the other from where he’d jumped to the ground, avoiding the fall damage he should have gotten with a water bucket. The blonde only chuckled in response, taking off after teasingly waving to the fireborn.

The blackette groaned, carefully making his way back down. He shouldn’t have charged after Dream alone, and usually he wouldn’t pull those kinds of moves without a strong advantage. His head was foggy, and all he could rationally think of was ending the game sooner. The rest of it was just the instinctual haze pushing him to protect George, as Dream had made himself the threat in this case. As his feet hit the ground, he listened for any kind of movement around him, pinpointing soft footsteps to his right. Turning to face it, he watched as the last person he wanted to see emerged from the wilderness. “Since when do you take those kinds of risks?” “Since I wanted this game to be over.” He grumbled in response. George frowned, crossing his arms as if that hadn’t been what he was wanting. “Why? Usually you have fun with this.” “Well, maybe I’m just tired today and we left Karl to handle Kinoko Kingdom alone.” He snapped, which only resulted in the other’s frown to deepen. “Is it? Because that was never an issue before today.” “What do you want from me?” “The truth.”

Sapnap’s eyes focused on that bandage wrapped around his friend’s arm, the white cloth already tinged pink from the added exertion put on the limb. George’s eyes followed his, then looked back to his face. “Wow.” “What?” He looked back up at the other’s face. “Your pupils are really big. Did you hit your head or something?” “No.”

“Is it instincts, then? You keep looking at my arm.” When the fireborn made no move to deny it, he rolled his eyes. “I thought it was. You’re lucky I’m done with this game too.” The brunette dug through his inventory, pulling out a potion of shrinking. “Have you had that all game?” “Dream doesn’t make me empty my inventory out here anymore. We do at his base. Both of us carry one.” “Wait, we can’t do this. Sam and Antfrost don’t know, and Bad will kill me.” “Then make up something. Say I kept pursuing Dream. He’ll cover for me too when he realizes what’s going on.” Before Sapnap could say anything else, George had already started drinking the potion. With a groan, he walked over so he could catch the other when he shrank, scooping him up in his hand as he quickly did. “You and Dream both are starting to wear on me, you know that?” “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy this.” Well, he didn’t have a retort for that one. He gave a response in the form of popping his friend into his mouth with no warning, trying not to grin at the surprised yelp it pulled from him.

At the angry questioning he immediately got after, he mockingly hummed the other’s last sentence back to him, licking at him so he could send him down and get back to hunting Dream. Just having him in his mouth already started lifting the fog in his brain, and he was more than eager to get back to playing once George was tucked away. He did make sure to be careful with the smaller’s arm, unwilling to cause any more damage to his friend. When he was just getting ready to send him back, he heard him yell. “I assure you I’m soaked through with spit. Just swallow me already.” In retaliation, he swiped his tongue across the other’s face, resulting in a flurry of angry movement and words that had him barely holding back laughter. Finally, he pushed the brunette back, swallowing once he fell still to keep himself from choking. Even when shrunken, his friend was slightly lanky, and he had to swallow again to fully send him down. A small purr began to build up in his chest, and he sighed as he felt clarity in his mind once more.

His ears picked up the sound of a twig snapping, and he whirled around only to make eye contact with Sam. Sam, who didn’t know about his storing ability and instincts, and was looking at him with slightly widened eyes. Sapnap was frozen, his own eyes widening in shock and horror, unable to think of anything other than the panic he felt even as George finally landed in his storage and settled in. Or, was settling in before he caught on to how tense everything around him was. “Pandas?” He wasn’t sure what was going on but something was seriously bugging his friend.

“Sapnap?” “Sam, I can explain.” He felt George also freeze when the sentence was said. The creepertaur took a step back, and in a panic he charged him, somehow knocking him onto his back so he couldn’t run. He pulled himself back from the other, sitting on his chest to keep him down. “Stop, don’t run, he’s fine. I didn’t kill him.” “Really? Cause I know what I saw.” “Obviously you don’t. You and Antfrost weren’t supposed to find out, especially not like this…” he groaned, dragging his hands through his hair and silently cursing his dad for being right. “Then what did I just watch you do to George?” He demanded, smoke starting to slip out from his mouth, and the fireborn sighed. “Ask Bad if you don’t believe me. People from the nether have storage stomachs, it’s to protect their kids and treasure from the Nether’s environment. I get instincts based on it, and Dream and George help me with them. They weren’t supposed to act up today.”

He watched the other’s expression, hoping against everything that he could convince the other that George was safe and to not tell Bad or Antfrost. The other looked up at him, carefully considering his words, before he asked a question. “Is this what happened the first time we found out about the potions?” “I had to store Dream to get him out of the nether safely, yea.” The other still looked unconvinced under him, and a new voice joined the clearing. “He’s not lying, Sam.” Sapnap turned to the mask-clad man, watching him walk over. He didn’t appear to have anything on him, but upon seeing the confused look he got, he explained. “Bad told me to call the game off. I guess he figured out what was going on.” “He saw me getting bad earlier. I thought I could get through the game, but..” He shrugged, looking down to the creepertaur beneath him. An unreadable expression came to his face, but at least smoke had stopped curling into the air around them. Finally, he spoke. “Kind of wish you would have said something before you got caught.” “You weren’t supposed to find out.” Dream tugged at the fireborn’s shirt, pulling him off the other. “Sam, I know the kind of biology you have. You can’t get mad because Sapnap does it too.” Sapnap froze, looking between the two for a moment. “You have a storage stomach?” “A first stomach. It can hold things safely but it’s just to store extra food.” Dream crossed his arms, and Sam had the decency to look embarrassed. “But I also get instincts. I don’t know how it relates to my species, but sometimes I deal with them too.” “You help him with it too?” “Yeah. It took him forever to admit it though. Wonder who that reminds me of.” The ravenette slammed his elbow into the other’s ribs, and as he doubled over Bad rushed out of the foliage, looking over the group and going wide-eyed realizing who was missing before turning to Sam. “I don’t know if anything’s been explained-“ “He knows, Bad.” The man in question snapped his head towards him. “Sapnap, you told me you’d be okay!” “I thought I would be! George came to find me.” The demon pressed a hand to his forehead, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I think they’re spoiling you.” “If Dream and George stop you know my fiancés won’t.” “I know!” He groaned, and Dream laughed. “Why would I stop?” “Well, at least we know how to punish you now.” Sam said, sitting on his legs in a way that reminded the group of a cat. “What about if you want to punish me, warden?” Sapnap teased. “I’d punish you by storing you.” “Jokes on you, I’ve been stored already.” “Not recently, though.” Bad chuckled, and the fireborn’s mouth slammed shut as he realized his error. “Sapnap?” Dream quietly questioned beside him. Bad had stopped laughing fairly quickly upon seeing the other’s reaction, looking confused. The ravenette took a deep breath, getting ready to explain despite knowing it wasn’t his place, but Bad beat him to it as recognition flashed across his face. “Oh! Was that what Quackity had been talking about?” “What!?” Dream exclaimed, whirling to face the other. “Look-“ “Really!?” George laughed from his storage stomach, and Sapnap could feel his face start to burn. “Oh… I’m sorry Sapnap. I-“ Bad attempted to apologize for blurting it aloud, but the fireborn waved him off, pulling out his communicator. “What are-“ “You’re apologizing to the wrong person.” Dream started laughing at the implications, and Bad’s eyes widened. “Wait hang on-“ “Sapnap!!!!” The Mexican’s voice played over the speakers, and the demon raised a hand to his mouth, looking down.

“Hey Q. I know you’re at work, I just need to tell you something.” “What? Your game end badly or something?” “You can say that. Uh, I haven’t talked to you about the idea of others knowing about the crop thing, I didn’t really think I needed to because it wasn’t my thing to reveal. But, um…” Unmistakable laughter crackled over the speakers, but it wasn’t his fiancé’s. “Is that Wilbur!?” Dream cracked up even more. “Private conversation, Soot.” A door slammed shut, and the avian sighed. “Who knows, Sapnap?” There wasn’t fury in his tone, but he could tell the other was upset by the news. “Bad accidentally revealed it. He realized that that time you went to him for advice ended up with you figuring out the instinct thing.” “I’m sorry Quackity!” “It’s- okay, it’s fine. I mean, more people were bound to find out anyway. I just wanna know who.” “Bad, Dream, George, and Sam. I… don’t know where Antfrost is but I don’t think he heard it.” “Oh, no, Antfrost had to go. I told him the game was off and he told me to tell you guys he had to leave.” “Just those four?”

“Oh fuck.” George suddenly said from within him. He hummed, acknowledging him without it being obvious to the others, as they continued speaking to the man on the phone. “You said that Quackity went feral once. Did.. Did he store you while he was feral, Sapnap?” He cringed, and the others suddenly got concerned. “Everything okay, Sap?” Dream gently tapped his hand with his own, and the other two gave their own worried questions. “Hey! What’s going on, I can’t see!” Quackity yelled, and Sapnap just groaned. “George figured something out. Quackity, how much do you want the group to know?” “What did he figure out?” “Instincts.” “Oh fuck.” The slight panic in his fiancé’s voice made him wish he’d decided to do this talk in private. He’d collected himself before giving an actual answer. “Yeah, you can tell them about that. Sam’s probably got a good idea on it too, honestly.” “Oh, about how he zones out in his office?” “Little more complicated than that. Uh, I used to ignore my instincts, and tried to hide them and all traits of me being a hybrid. Thanks to that,” his voice took on a sarcastic tone for that line, before returning to seriousness. “When my instincts do act up, I… it practically takes me over. That’s why a lot of the time it seems like I refuse to let people come see me or I kick people out early.” “And why you let Wilbur up there all the time?” “You LET Wilbur up here all the goddamn time!” “You never kick him out.” Sam pointed out. “Oh I kick him out alright. Right out the goddamn window.” He scoffed. “Besides, he’s an avian hybrid too. The first time he caught me trapped in that weird fucking haze in the office he offered to help me. It’s nice to talk to someone who knows what you’re dealing with without the threat of being fucking executed on their doorstep.” Dream whistled at that. “He’s still mad?” “Techno never fucking stopped being mad!” They heard a door open, and shortly after the laughter of the other man had returned. “You should have seen his face when you began that topic, Sapnap. He had you on speaker.” The revived man almost laughed more than spoke. “I’m about to kick your ass out of my office if you keep this shit up.” Quackity growled, the Brit tsking in response. “Temper, temper.” “Sapnap, I will see you at home, okay? I love you.” “I love you too, Q.” He ended the call, huffing as the group started laughing at the events that transpired.

He glared at the blonde closest to him, debating using the other splash shrinking potion he had to make him stop, but Bad and Sam were likely to stop him. “I thought it was kinda weird he would keep certain people up there for hours and other people less than five minutes. He kicked Tubbo out almost immediately when he’d come to see him but demanded Slime’s presence quickly afterwards.” “I’m just glad he’s found people he can go to too.” Sapnap sighed. He’d gotten a little worried when Quackity stopped storing him and Karl as much, worried he was pushing his instincts off again. He knew Karl got scared when their other fiancé got to that point of feral, and he definitely didn’t like it either. At least that weight removed itself off of his shoulders. “This has been a fucking day.” He groaned, flopping down to the ground. George swore as he tumbled due to the fall, trying to settle back down. “Language.” He was chided by his father, who also sat down. Dream laid back beside the fireborn. “How’s Gogs?” “He’s fine. Settled down.” “Figured he would. He sleeps all the damn time.” “Watch it, Dream. He’s still mad at you.” The masked man winced, and Sapnap just barely caught a glimpse of it on the side of the other’s face. “Relationship drama? Dang,” Sam idly spoke. Sapnap tried not to laugh as his friend sputtered a defense, sitting back up to glare at the creepertaur.

“Are you done moving?” The shrunken snapped, causing the fireborn to roll his eyes, humming a soft ‘mhm’ as he draped his arms across his torso and let his eyes fall closed. He hadn’t meant to, but he wound up drifting off to the sounds of his friends playfully arguing.

~ ~ ~

He stepped into the door and was about tackled right back out by the avian, both landing on the porch with a loud thud and a pained groan from Sapnap. “What the hell took you so long?” “George wouldn’t wake up so I could let him out.” Quackity sat up, looking down at him with a confused look. “I thought you didn’t store people during manhunts?” “Normally I don’t. My instincts got bad and George singled me out knowing that. Bad forced Dream to cut the game short pretty quickly afterwards.” “Buzzkill.” He mumbled, climbing off so he could pull the fireborn to his feet. “How the hell did Bad even figure out the instinct thing anyway?” “What instinct thing?” Karl joined the duo at the doorway, smiling at the two. “Bad fucking told everyone about my instincts.” The avian huffed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the house. “Oh shit. Did that go over okay?” “Sapnap called me and had Wilbur cracking up while I was trying to do my work.”

“The four I was with took it okay. Antfrost left early, so he still doesn’t know. Apparently Sam’s got a storage stomach too, but it’s more like a crop than an actual brooding pouch.” “So how did Bad figure it out? I thought you hadn’t told him?” Karl inquired. “I didn’t. I guess he somehow put it together-“ “Sam said he’d store me as a punishment. I told him it wouldn’t intimidate me because I’ve been stored and Bad realized I wasn’t talking about me as a kid.” “Oh.” Quackity’s shoulders slumped, and Sapnap was ready to start apologizing again, but then the avian opened his mouth once more. “And George? How’d he find out about the instinct shit?” “Oh shit, I never told you about that.” “About what?” The fireborn tugged lightly at the other’s arm, Karl letting them enter the house. “You’re gonna wanna sit for this.”

When he’d finished telling Quackity the events that led to him accidentally revealing his first time shrinking to George, the avian frowned at him. “You know, you’re really shitty at keeping secrets.” “I’m sorry.” He said as sincerely as he could. “I didn’t think it would get to this point.” The ravenette sighed, taking the other’s hands into his own. “I can’t stay mad at you for that. I can stay mad at Bad and George, though.” Sapnap chuckled, tugging at the hands in his own until the hint was gotten and the other hugged him.

“Hey guys?” Karl entered the room, holding his communicator. “What’s up?” “Dream wants to talk to us.” The fireborn looked confused, and Quackity gave a drawn-out sigh. “What the hell does he want?” “Nice to talk to you too, Quackity.” Dream responded, looking over at the brunette sitting on the sofa, who scoffed and rolled his eyes upon realizing what he was up to. “So me and George have an idea.”

[mychampagne-mybubbles]

Did Louis point to the sign?

Today I heard again the term “damage control” referring to Elk appearing “from the sudden” after Louis allegedly pointed out at that larry sign my eyes rolling in “oh yeah Simon I was in the band”. I know most people have grown into how this works business-wise, and even those that understand or have became close to fitting in what all these public behaviors mean, we all appreciate when Louis or Harry give us a little hint that speaks our larry language. There might be an intention, as there is one in every other PUBLIC act, right? What I really enjoy about these is that they remind us of the REAL DEAL, that there is still a greater cause going on BTS.

My rational-dreamer mind is here for the big achievements, as the base of my Larry universe; we have witnessed some over the lasts months. With all the blurry mess that we get and the noise around it, I find relevant to remember some of the situations that happened recently:

When you sink but you are not the Titanic: S*mon being kicked off of SONY, SYCO through the back door and cut off from every other business attachment such as Triple String & X-Factor Thank goodness he has now decided to get engaged and focus on this family. Adding also having two random accidents when biking and a robbery in this house when dealing with a trial, make me wonder... maybe this is not his lucky year.

Louis becoming Tripple String's director, switching to BMG, I expect to see more of an impact of this in the future Do I have faith in the future? yeah, maybe I trust this man too much but I do. Breaking records with his Fafhf & announcing his own management company to come. In addition to finally deliver the tour he deserves!

Zayn got dumped by his management in 2020 as fallout from a fight with mother in law & dropped from record label RCA (Sony’s) as a result of his drug abuse consequences in 2021. If the decoration is taken out, breaking connections with his team until the moment.

In 2021 Liam was dropped from management because they were concerned about his excessive partying, however, the man is putting digital performances up and has managed to have an agenda under control (Private shows in Bahamas, LA, etc in 2022… so new management deal?). If you can fill me with knowledge, please do so!

Not to name everything going on with Harry. So many things and rumors around him lately that a separate long post would be needed to try to obtain a fair outcome, but the most obvious one is the strong turn his career took towards Hollywood in 2020.

Updated 26.04.2022: Because of HH’s release Harry publishes an exclusive article in BH&G. He says the following

Confirming the existence of strict consequences to specific acts that would put them at their responsible's mercy, until the point of annulling them and walking into quedtionsble conditions. Despite H’s speech being super studied the allegation are there for the 1st time, while being under the same label as in the 1D days.

Niall has been always "OK", he really is that guy, right? The comfort corner inside this mess, so maybe I am missing drastic changes. His last tour was affected by the pandemic, but opposed to Harry until this day he hasn’t retake it but he is working on future projects. By April 2022 he has started to hint on his next album and showing up publicly a lot, release coming. In the meanwhile (since hiatus) he has been attached to Modest Golf a lot A LOT.

Despite all the distractions, this is the bigger picture. This is how I understand their fight is going and where I recognize change. Despite I appreciate and have fun with every other interaction that brings joy to the Larries, Trust me, feed me as many as you can! this is the REAL DEAL.

[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:

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[yutahoes]

Doctor, Doctor

inspired by this edited picture and a story implanted in my brain. 

pairing : doctor! Yuta Nakamoto x patient! reader

word count : 1.8k words

genre : smut

warning : Fingering, Rough Sex, Implied Cheating

summary : A doctor’s visit resulted into something much more. 

Your fingers trembled as you slowly undressed yourself, staying in just your underwear before putting on the medical robe for your checkup. The room feels cold or is it because you are nervous? 

The atmosphere changed when a young guy, probably your age, came inside the room. He was wearing the hospital gown, a stethoscope hanging on his neck. His hair was tied in a ponytail and your mind drifted to how smooth it will be when you tug them. He licked his bottom lip while looking at the clipboard and you badly want to see those lips glistening in your pussy juice. When he stared at you, you felt tingly inside. 

Damn, he's so hot and you're already wet. 

"Y/N, right?" he asked and you nodded, "I'm Yuta Nakamoto, your doctor today." You gulp. You can't wait to shout that name when you cum. 

Wait, what? You're here for a check-up. Damn it. "A whole-body check-up?" You nodded. 

He moved closer to you, standing between your legs that if you just move forward a little bit you can feel his crotch on your core. "Let's do the basic tests first." He said and you nodded obediently. He held out a finger and you took every ounce of self-control to not suck it in your mouth. You followed his finger movement with your eyes and he nodded, jotting down on his clipboard. He opened a penlight and started checking your eyes, nodding as well. 

The doctor took an object like a popsicle stick then asked you to open your mouth wide and check your throat. You stuck your tongue out as he checked inside your mouth, carefully pushing the stick along the back of your throat. He nodded while jotting something down on his clipboard, "Clear throat." He started. "No gag reflex. Your boyfriend might love your mouth." 

You bit your lip at that. He did, as a matter of fact. 

"You're blushing. Is the comment inappropriate?" 

You shook your head. "It just feels hot." You fan your face in a desperate attempt to cool yourself up. 

The doctor chuckled then slipped the stethoscope down from his neck. "You can remove your robe. It is kind of hot." But isn't that awkward? You're just in your underwear under the robe. "Don't worry, it's just the two of us in here." 

His eyes were burning on you as you took off the medical robe. You're just in your underwear, in front of this handsome doctor and it made you wetter if possible. He lightly licked his lips and you badly wished that tongue to just have contact with your skin. "I'll check your heartbeat." He wore the stethoscope then placed the other end on your chest, just above the lining of your red lace brassiere. 

His fingers moved south that he's lightly grazing them on your hardened nipples. "Your heartbeat is fast. Are you okay?" he asked, removing the stethoscope from his ear and putting it aside. "Are you having trouble breathing?" 

You gasped when his hands came in contact with your thigh accidentally. "Are you okay? Should we remove your bra to make you breathe properly?" You nodded. Fuck, you're so desperate for him. He unhooked the material covering your breasts, a burning gaze on his eyes as his tongue darted out his lip again. "Your nipples are hard." He took note and you gasped. "Are you cold?" 

You feel hot inside but you nod, waiting for him to do something about it.  "Can I…?" He asked and you nodded although not knowing what he would do. His large hands cupped your breasts, earning a moan from you. "I should calm these down." His thumbs rubbed your nipples as you closed your eyes at the sensation. God, his hands are so warm. "Or I might just get distracted." He is already distracted. 

"You have such wonderful breasts, Ms. Y/N." He whispered while fondling your boobs, alternating the rubbing and pinching of your nipples. You should see them while milking your cock. "Your boyfriend might really be lucky." You groaned as he kept touching you, easing your nerves. 

His hand went south, fingers trailing your stomach down to the hem of your underwear. "You're dripping." He cupped your sex before pressing a finger on the wetness on your panty. "So wet." 

"Doctor, please." You begged, holding his arm. You wanted something, anything inside you. You wanted him inside you. 

Yuta smirked, pulling your panty to the side then circled your clit with his index finger. "Were you sex-deprived, Ms. Y/N?" he asked as he inserted that finger in you. "Doesn't your boyfriend fuck you well?" You shook your head, moaning when he inserted another finger in your core. "When was the last time you orgasmed?" 

"Last week." You said in a breathy gasp which was followed by a scream when he pressed your g-spot. "Oh my God!" You shouted, arching your hip up to feel his fingers deeper. "That feels so good, doctor." 

He entered another finger that made you scream in ecstasy. Damn it, he's so good with his fingers. Your hands gripped on his robe, the other on the sheets as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. "You're so fucking wet. My fingers are sinking inside you." Of course, she is. When his fingers are this good, with those eyes staring at her like he wanted to eat her alive, who wouldn't get wet? 

You started grinding your waist to ride his fingers, feeling that familiar coil in your stomach. "Doc." You exclaimed, grasping his arm. "I'm close." 

He watched as your body trembled, desperately reaching out for your orgasm. A smirk appeared on his lips the moment he removed his fingers from you, earning a surprised look from you. Did he just stop you from orgasming? He wiped his fingers on his shirt, smiling at you cockily. "What the hell?"

"What's wrong?" he shrugged. "What are you feeling now, Ms. Y/N?" 

He's wicked that you wanted to cry. Why is he like this? "Please, make me cum." You begged. After all the fingering, you just wanted to release everything. "Please doctor."

The guy in white stepped forward that his erection brushed along your thigh. "There must be something wrong inside you?" He asked then leaned closer, whispering in your ear. "Should I rearrange your guts for you?" 

You haven't agreed to anything that fast in your life. He unbuckled his belt using one hand as he removed the remaining clothing you have with the other. You gulped at his length, feeling yourself get wet again at the sight of his cock. 

Yuta lightly pushed you to bed, raising both your arms as he hovered his body above yours. His lips started attacking your neck, nipping on the skin while creating marks that will surely bruise tomorrow. His hands trailed on your stomach, up to your breasts, then to your neck which made you moan. "Daddy." 

He chuckled. "Wrong name, sweetheart." A scream escaped your mouth when he thrust inside you, so deep that you can even see the outline of his cock bulging on your stomach. Fuck, he might really rearrange your guts at this rate. A devilish smirk appeared on his lips as he started pulling out of you then slamming back in without a warning. He thrust in you so forcefully that your body kept bouncing on the mattress. 

This might easily be your death. In the hands of this sadistic doctor. Well, you're still holding on to the thin lining of hope that he'll save you when you're nearing the door of death. "Doctor!" You called while grasping on his white medical robe, which he didn't remove much to your liking. Your body leaned closer that if possible, he went deeper inside you. "My God." 

You gripped his shoulders for dear life, feeling the heat in the pit of your stomach. "You're so tight." He whispered against your ear. "Your boyfriend might really be a jerk, not giving you what you want." You moaned his name, begging that he move faster and take you to your orgasm. His movements didn't even halt even if you're close, jerking his cock in you roughly. 

"Doc…" You can't even complete your words when your body shivered in orgasm. You closed your eyes in pleasure, desperate cries escaping your lips. He pulled out of you which made you stare, a smirk back on his face.

Before you could say something, he turned you around and that you're now lying stomach flat in bed. He raised your hip, pushing your head to the pillow. "I'm not yet done with you." The man entered you from behind, hitting a different angle that made you scream. He drilled his cock in you, abusing your sensitive pussy. "You feel so good." 

His fingers dug on your hips as he fucked you at an inhumane speed, hitting your pleasure spots in delicious ways possible. Your shouts were muffled by your head on your pillow but that’s all you can do at this state, tightly gripping the bedsheets. His cock felt thick inside you, throbbing. He’s close. And you can’t fucking breathe with how his hand held your head in place. Desperately, you waved your hand to signal for help. Damn it, he’ll kill you. 

He pushed his body closer then felt something warm filling you up. He came. Inside you. He pulled your hair, raising your head a bit that made you catch your breath. “Good?” He whispered before pulling out of you. You nodded, laying in your back. His cock was coated with both your juices as you tried your best to not stare at that. “Are you alright, Ms. Y/N?” 

You desperately wanted to punch his smug face. He’s going to ask that after almost killing you? “You have to come back next week for a follow-up check-up.” You used your elbows to lightly raise your body, watching as he moved around the room. He removed the white robe, making you lick your lips at that, then throwing it on you. 

“Can’t I come back tomorrow?” His laughter echoed through the bathroom. "I might need another check up." 

"You enjoyed that too much?" He asked, returning to the room fully naked now. "And you were so against roleplaying." 

A chuckle escaped your throat while staring at your boyfriend. "What can I say? You are a pretty hot doctor." 

"And I'll be a pretty hot professor tomorrow." You raised an eyebrow at him as he smirked. He reached out a hand for you. "Let's clean you up, baby." You stood up with his help since your knees still feel jelly at what you did earlier, asking him what you should wear for tomorrow's roleplay. 

"Nothing, baby." he answered. "Nothing at all." 

[storiesforallfandoms]

isn’t it ironic? ~ bo burnham

word count: 1219

request?: no

description: shortly after joking about not having any children, his girlfriend surprises him with a big announcement

pairing: bo burnham x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

It’s funny how things work out sometimes. One minute, your fiancée is joking about how all of his friends are having kids but he’s not, the next minute you’re looking down at a positive sign on a digital pregnancy test.

Bo and I had been together for roughly five years. I had actually met him at what was supposed to be his very last stand up show during his Make Happy tour. My friend was lucky enough to get backstage passes for us to go meet him, and when the two of us were introduced we clicked basically right away. A week later, I found myself dating the Internet’s favorite tall, lanky comedian.

Being with Bo during that time could only be described as an adventure. I got to watch him do so many amazing things, such as writing and directing Eighth Grade, directing comedy specials for other comedians, such as his own inspirations like Chris Rock, and starring in the Oscar worthy film Promising Young Woman.

But more than just those accomplishments, I got to experience some of my own with Bo. We went on vacations together, moved in together, eventually got engaged. And once the dreaded age of 30 started to approach Bo, of course the topic of kids was brought up. We both knew we wanted to have kids eventually, but neither one of us knew if we were ready or not. With Bo’s career taking off in a completely different way than it already had, and with him still trying to deal with his mental health issues, we figured having kids would just happen whenever it was right.

After the infamous lockdowns of 2020, Bo started filming a new special for YouTube. He decided to set up the guest house in our backyard as his little work station and spent days on end in there. He wrote songs and sketches, directed the entire thing, recorded most of the songs on the spot and then re-recorded until he thought they were perfect. Not to mention he edited everything himself. It was impressive to watch it happen, and getting to see all the hard work paying off in real time made the sense of pride Bo was feeling radiate off of him and onto me.

On the night of his 30th birthday, after spending yet another day in the guest house, Bo excitedly came through the kitchen door.

“You have to watch the clip I filmed today.”

I sat down at the couch with him and watched my nearly nude fiancée sing about how unhappy he was to be turning 30. I couldn’t stop giggling the entire song. It was definitely one of my favorites that he had done thus far.

One of the lines in the song, the sort of bridge I guess you could say, was repeated at the end of the song, “Now my stupid friends are having stupid children”. That alone was pretty funny, but it became even more so a week later when I found myself sat next to the toilet, throwing up everything I had eaten for breakfast that morning.

Bo was filming that day, so I decided to sneakily go to the store to pick up two pregnancy tests, to really make sure I was getting accurate results. When they both came back positive, I made a doctor’s appointment right away.

When I burst through the door of our guest house in the middle of filming, Bo, who was sat in the floor in the middle of all of his wires and recording equipment, looked up at me in shock. He quickly got to his feet and approached me, concern on his face.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?”

I couldn’t get the words out, so I held up the ultrasound I had just received as a response. Bo’s eyes widened, looking between me and the ultrasound. Finally it kicked in and he took it from my hand.

“No way,” he breathed. “No way! Please tell me this is real and you’re not just playing some joke on me.”

“It’s real, Bo. We’re having a baby,” I confirmed.

“We’re having a baby,” he repeated, his voice soft. “Oh my God, I’m gonna be a dad, and you’re gonna be a mom!”

I giggled at his reaction. He picked me up in his arms and held me tightly. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my nose in his recently grown out hair. I was so happy that words couldn’t even describe it, and I knew Bo was too. That’s all either of us could ever even ask for.

“You can’t release that 30 song now,” I told him when he put me down. “You’re also having a stupid child, it’s not accurate anymore.”

Realization crossed Bo’s face, which was replaced by a sly smile. “Let’s keep it private until we have the baby. At the rate I’m going, we’re likely to have it right around the time I release the special.” He looked over his shoulder at the camera he had set up. “I even have the reaction recorded that we can use for the announcement.”

So that’s what we did. Somehow we managed to hide my pregnancy from the public eye. I guess it wasn’t as hard as I expected; Bo didn’t post personal stuff on his social media, and he didn’t go out enough to be spotted by fans or paparazzi. If we ever did go out, I would wear one of his hoodies, which was so baggy on me that no one would’ve ever known that I was hiding a baby bump.

And he also ended up bring right, we actually had our baby the day after Inside was released to the world, June 1st, 2021. Even more irony in our already irony filled situation, I went into labor late on May 30th, the night of the release. Everything just perfectly fell into place like that.

We decided to wait until the baby was born to find out the gender and, to Bo’s delight (as well as my own but mainly his), we had a beautiful, healthy, baby girl. We knew we wanted to stuck to the same sort of thing Bo did with his name, the BB initials, so we picked the name Bethany Ann Burnham. With her arrival, it felt like our little family was complete.

After the hours of painful labor, it felt like heaven just to lay back in the hospital bed. Bo was sat next to me, cradling our newborn baby girl. I couldn’t help but smile at the two of them. He looked so happy, which made my heart swell with happiness too.

“Hey Bo,” I said, breaking the silence of the room. He looked up at me, the sheepish smile still on his face. “I just realized something.”

“What’s that honey?” he asked.

“You finally have someone who can fit their hand inside of a Pringle can.”

It took a moment for the joke to set in, and when it did, Bo hung his head and groaned.

“Your daddy’s life is a fucking ironic joke, Beth,” he muttered to our sleeping daughter. “Get used to that baby girl.”

I laughed and leaned over as far as I could go to kiss his cheek, then the top of Bethany’s head.