#‘’everythings back to normal!! … which means we’re back to being losers :/‘’

[vaugarde]

every time i go back to a gen 1-4 pokemon episode or movie i always go into shock at how genuinely funny team rocket is. im so used to them being awful in the later seasons now

[tdinyomomma]

Heather x Reader- If You Can't Take The Heat (Chapter Ten)

if you haven't read: nine

Today was almost a normal morning, I got up early to use the bathroom and on my way over I heard Duncan, DJ, and Geoff cheer and high for something. Instead of seeing what it was about I decided to mind my business… for now. 

Chris stood in front of us as we lined up. 

Once he knew we were all there and paying attention he began his regular explanation of what we’re doing for the challenge. “Today’s challenge will test your minds, your teamwork, and your skills in the kitchen.” He declares. 

“You’ll be cooking a three-course meal and serving it to me for tasting. The winners get a reward. The losers will send somebody home. Each team will appoint a head chef to create the theme of the meal and to oversee the cooking.” He exclaims, I glance over to see DJ wearing an anxiety filled expression. 

Then next to me is Heather with a smug one herself. I think that pretend friendship got cut short with her because she hasn’t talked to me since we sent Cody home. 

Even though she knows I didn’t even vote for her. I could be wrong though. Who knows? 

“To cook you need ingredients. Every morning a truck brings food. Today’s task starts there.” A dolphin backs out of the water in a truck. 

He sits on the driver side, making a squeaking noise. I kind of felt like I was tripping on mushrooms seeing it but no one else says anything so I don’t either.

I watch Geoff and DJ open the doors and I stay back with my team, my arms folded, as we go over to the truck after the Killer Bass finishes what they’re doing Heather speaks up. 

“Head chef! Called it!” Nobody says anything, just a few eye rolls here and there. 

“Try not to screw up this time, okay?” I overhear her say to Beth, I shake my head. 

“Hey, [Name]!” She then sprints up to me and I boredly give her my attention. 

“Yes, Heather?’ I sigh, mainly out of my nose. “

Be my co-head chef?” She smiles, which confuses me since she wouldn’t even look my way earlier. “Is that even a thing?” I snort. 

“I made it a thing, just now.” She states. Right because everything she wants she gets. Well I guess I have a choice here.

“I had to take the leadership role. Hello! We’re on a losing streak. And really everyone else on the team is pretty useless. Not [Name] though. That’s why I’m making her my co-head chef!” Heather speaks to the camera.

“Sweet, let's hit the road!” Geoff says, him and the K.B.’s walk away, going past us. We go into the truck next. Heather holds her clipboard and she has them get the things we need. She told me I wasn’t needed for this, having me stand right beside her. 

“Leshawna, mangoes. Beth, pineapples, Lindsay macadamias. Trent molasses, Gwen tomatoes.” It was an easy in and out thing to do. We head to the kitchen and I get the Head chef’s attention. “So, what am I doing as the co-head chef?” I question, glancing around confused. 

“You make sure people are doing what they’re told.” She grins, my shoulders slump in disappointment knowing that means nothing but as she scrunches her face I fake a smile. “Great.”

“Gwen, Lindsay, you’re on the citrus macadamia upside-down-cake flambe.” Heather instructs, I try to look over her shoulder if I really have nothing to do today. And to my great disappointment my name isn’t even on the paper. 

Owen then bumps into us while carrying a huge bag of oranges, they fall out, he of course trips over one and squishes the rest of the oranges after he fell on them. Heather, Trent and I flinch at the sight. 

“Go back to the food truck and get more oranges.” Was the first thing Heather says, I put my head down, biting my tongue to not say anything. 

“I’m on it.” Owen points, I quickly follow behind him.

And where are you going?” My lovely “friend” asks me. 

“Being a team player and friend. I’m going to help get the oranges.” I yell behind me, not turning around to see her most likely angry face. But I do overhear her start to give more orders to our team.

Owen and I get the fruit now in wooden crates. 

“We should hurry back so you have more time to cook.” i say, carrying my own crate. 

“Yeah.” Owen chuckles. He doesn’t really try conversing with me but he points out food things to me every once in a while and we start jogging. I’m ahead of the bigger blond. My legs moving with ease, listening to my heart rate that speeds up slightly.

Almost not hearing Owen bump into a tree and grunt. A swarm of bees fly down from their hive and attack him. 

“No! Ow! Ooh! AAh!!” He screams, running off. 

I facepalm, gently placing down my oranges and running after the blond. 

“Owen ran towards the water!” I shout. “Huh!?” He exclaims, not hearing me he doesn’t do what I say but instead out runs them surprisingly. So not wanting to get attacked myself I go back to the oranges moving his crate away from the tree so he can grab them and not bother the bees again. We grab our boxes and start jogging again. 

“You alright?” I smile worriedly. “I’m fine.” He nervously chuckles. He harshly swings open the door. “It’s okay everyone. I’m back!” He chuckles, I raise my head from behind his shoulder. 

“Me too!” I called out. “Trent heads up!” Owen throws his crate at the boy and I gasp. 

“Owen!” I slap him on the arm, shoving him out of my way to check on Trent. “Oops.”

“Things are going perfectly, except for Owen’s hornet stings, and Trent’s concussion, which means he’s out for today’s challenge. But still, this challenge is totally ours.” Heather tries to be positive but in the end she slaps her forehead, disappointed with her team.

“If only Heather would let me cook. We’d win so fast! But for some reason I’m sitting here like a waste of space.” [Name] sadly says.

“These slices are totally uneven. Switch places with Leshawna.” Heather directs to Beth who goes to do as she’s told but Leshawna stops her. 

“What are you talking about? They look fine to me.” Leshawna furrows her brows. 

“Um, I didn’t get head chef because of poor presentation.”

 “No! You got to be head chef because you called it.” The bigger girl gets in the head chef’s face. 

“And who do you think you’re fooling with that crispy white-apron power trip you got going on?” Heather doesn’t even seem affected by the other girl's words. 

“Are you going to be a team player or not?” She questions.

 “Ooh, I’m a team player all right, but I’m also allergic to pineapples.” Leshawna admits. 

“Just get slicing.” Heather crosses her arms. “Now!” Leshawna picks up her knife in front of her with an angry expression, Heather puts on a happier one. “Thanks, guys.”

“Oh, two-faced bossy little– Argh!” Hives already start to show on Leshawna’s arms, I sigh, pushing her out of the way. 

“I got it, hun. Move over.” I say, not wanting any more arguing for the other team to hear.

 “Thanks, doll. You’re seriously a life saver.” She thanks me and I just shrug. 

“She wasn’t giving me anything to do anyways.” I snicker, cutting up the fruit at a fast pace. 

“Go wash your hands to halt the hives from growing anymore.” I tell her, and she does as she's told. I then turn to Beth. “That looks great, keep it up!” I flash a smile. “Thanks.” Beth snorts.

“What should i do now, though?” Leshawna walks back over.

 “Stand here and look pretty. I need a view while I cook.” I wink jokingly.

It was quick to finish off the pineapples on sticks. But not even moments later do I hear Heather scream.

 “Aah! My eyebrows!” We look over to see something caught on fire and then her covering her eyebrows. “Owen!” 

“Is it finally lunch time?”

“No, get my makeup bag from the cabin!” She hyperventilates, 

“but the bees.” He reminds her. “Now!” She shoves a pan in his face, threatening him. 

“It’s like I’m on a team of morons.” She slams her head down.

“Oh, that’s it. Someone needs to teach this girl a little respect.” Leshawna punches her palm.

I finish up what Beth and I were doing and then I go over to Gwen and Lindsay. They try to figure out how to work with the cake but I see there’s still some leftover mix and frosting.

 I take it over to the counter with the sink and make my own miniature cake. As I was doing that, Owen comes back with the makeup kit and throws it to Heather but Leshawna catches it then throws it to Beth, then Beth to Lindsay as Gwen opens up the fridge door. 

I try my best to ignore what’s happening as Lindsay throws the makeup bag into the fridge, Heather runs after it and they shut the door, locking her inside of it. I understand their anger but it’s putting our team in jeopardy.

I end up making miniature plates of every dish and hiding it somewhere just in case this all goes bad. We have little back ups. Well it might just be my dinner instead of the Chef's horrible cooking.

Beth is setting things up for our side of the table with Chris in the middle. “Owen, guard the food, alright let’s do this y’all.” Leshawna snaps her fingers and we head outside of the kitchen.

Chris eats his food from the bass but I missed the beginning as I snuck in Heather a sweater, but I didn’t show my face. As much as I want to let her out she can survive a few more minutes in the cold. 

“On a scale of 1 to 10. 15! How will the gophers respond?” Leshawna shows the door for Owen to bring out the food but when he doesn’t come out she goes in. 

“Tell me you did not eat the entire plate of ribs?” She shoves him out of the kitchen. He then normally places down the dish as if it isn’t just a thing of bones. 

“Yeah, this looks like it’s, uh, been eaten.” The host points out the obvious. 

“Not all of it. I think there’s a tiny piece left on that bone over there.” Owen points out and Chris takes it, biting off of the little chunk. 

“You know, what? I’ve had worse. Two points!” Owen cheers but is cut off by Chris just as quickly as he started. 

“Ooh, cloe, Owen. But the Bass still lead with 15-11. Time for dessert.” He announces He gives the Bass’s a six. 

“The bass have 21 so the gophers need 10 points just to tie it up.” Lindsay brings out the dessert dish and it looks like I’ll be able to eat my mini one later. 

“I have to say this dessert looks like a winner.” But I glance closer and notice it’s the same exact one they caught on fire. I go to stop him but he sticks the fork in and it turns to a puff of smoke and dust. Instead of leaving it be he takes a bite and starts gagging. I sigh, he starts gagging and Owen rushes to the host to save him. I sigh and go into the kitchen as Owen tries saving him. I grab my tiny dessert I made. Without the stupid flammable stuff. As I head back Lindsay rushes in to save Heather. 

“What? Girl was making everyone trip.” Leshawna defends herself. I question what I walk into. 

“Oh, I hear that.” Chris grins, Heather comes through the doors in a shade of blue, shivering. “Oh, the horror!” Owen gasps. 

“You guys are s-s-s-o dead.” She shivers, I frown. 

“Is it over?” She turns to Chris. 

“It is. Bass won 21 to 12 and it’s not just ‘cause I almost died. The ribs sucked too.” He informed her but it was towards us too. I glance between him and Heather then down at my dessert. I was going to see if this could boost us more points but it definitely would not bring us up 10 points so it wouldn’t matter at this point. 

“Great. That’s just great. Why do we keep losing people?” She asks us, then moves up to the table. “And what is this? I didn’t approve of this?” Heather points to an ugly rock that has flowers around it, Beth goes up to her, picking it up. 

“I brought it back as a souvenir, you know, from the other island.” My eyes widened in shock. “You did what?” 

“You mean boney island, the deadliest island in Muskoka, the one I specifically said not to take anything from or you’ll be cursed?” Chris jumps into the conversation in a serious tone. 

“Yeah…” Beth shamefully admits. “I didn’t know I’ll put it back!” She runs off but she already ruined it for herself. She’s getting kicked off for sure. 

“Okay, the killer bass now have seven members, now tied up with the gopher’s soon to be seven as well. And as promised, the winners will be enjoying a reward tonight. A five star dinner under the stars.” The killer bass cheered and I walked out of the kitchen.

Heather walks up after me, still shivering. 

“Why didn’t you help me out!?” She throws my sweater at my face and I take it, tossing it over my shoulder. 

“Heather, you hurt my feelings today.” I state, she stops in her tracks and I get in front of her. 

“I didn’t mean for you to be in there for that long but I couldn’t even focus on anything today. I was so hurt that you wouldn’t even let me do anything too.” I fold my arms, she doesn’t say anything so I take it as to speak up again. 

“Why did you do that?” I ask, she adverts her eyes now. 

“I was trying to be nice by letting you not do anything.” She mumbles, not wanting to really say it outloud. I raise a brow in shock. 

“Excuse me?” I laugh out, she shoves me in response. 

“I was being nice, I guess you’ve done a lot lately. I was trying to give you a break.” She says a lot more confidently, I smile softly at the realization. “Next time make sure it’s not something I enjoy.” I hand her my mini cake before walking away.

“Today’s vote was really hard, but only because there were so many annoying people to choose from.” Heather declares.

“I can’t believe we locked her in the fridge! That was so cool!” Lindsay holds her stomach before her eyes open from being closed. “She’s not going to see this is she?”

“Leshawna is a royal pain in the butt. And Owen completely screwed up everything for us.” Heather motions dramatically.

“Hey eyebrows look so bad. I’d kind of like to vote Heather off but-”

“I vote for Beth.” Heather says.

“She did curse us, and I like everyone else, even Heather.” [Name] giggles at the end but then stops herself in disgust.

Owen burps.

“I’ve got eight gophers sitting in front of me tonight but only seven fluffy bits of sweet safety in my hands. So good luck. When I call your name, come up and get your marshmallow. Leshawna, [Name], Owen, Gwen, Trent, Lindsay, Heather, Beth, down to you two. Whoever doesn’t get this marshmallow must immediately walk the dock of shame and leave on the boat of losers forever.” Beth shakes nervously as Heather glares

 “The final marshmallow goes to Heather.”

“You heard him, the boat of losers is that away. That really was stupid of you. That really was stupid of you to take that doll from the island.” She tells the nerd girl who messed up. 

“See ya girl.” Leshawna sadly waves.

That’s it for tonight, and you might want to burn some sage to get rid of any lingering curse vibes.” Chris tells us. 

“Cool, will chef give us some sage?” Leshawna asks the good question. 

“Nope, good luck with that.” He walks away.

That night I hear the guys grunting across to the cabin. I jump down from my bunk since I can’t sleep and make my way outside.

 Geoff, DJ, and Duncan are carrying the bunk bed holding Harold on it. 

I cover my mouth to stop me from laughing. 

“You guys need some help?” I offer a hand. 

“You’re not gonna question us why?” DJ smirks and I shake my head. 

“Not my business, want the help or what?” I chuckle, 

“Right on!” Geoff cheers quietly. I go up behind the bunk and go over to Duncan’s side to help him lift the bed.

The next day us girls go swimming, laughing and snorting, waking up the auburn haired boy from his sleep. 

“Good morning Harold!” We shout in unison. The boy was now standing and he looked down to see he’s naked. 

“Eeh!” He gasps, covering himself. The boys I helped last night come rowing through on a canoe. 

“So, learned your lesson yet?” Duncan asks. 

“Yes! Okay! Yes!” Harold nods his head vigorously. 

“Oh, we’re gonna need more than that, man.” Geoff slips his juice box. 

“I’ll never leave my crusty underwear out again! I swear!” He is practically begging. 

“What the heck, I believe him. It's a pleasure doing business with you!” Geoff throws his clothes to him, the three burst into laughter as he runs off.

Sorry for this late ass chapter. I had a lot going on lol.

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Gotta Catch Em’ All!

trainer!hobie brown x gn!trainer!reader

text that is small is an optional detail!

pls give advice on hobies accent

fluff, headcanons + mini scenarios, pokémon-au

POKEDEX: HOBART BROWN

Name — Hobie Brown

ID No. — XXXXXX

Britain Pokedex — Earth-136

Money — Thief!

Battle Points — 947283

He’s a menace to say the least. Not in a quirky but in a way where he’s actually a national problem.

He likes Fairy and Ghost types. He feels like people aim for physical and elementally strong Pokémon because they’re known to be efficient; but who said that he couldn’t beat them? Snap out of it!

He found Mimikyu one day behind a brush in the woods

Love at first sight fr

He gave it a spiked collar and a spiked-mohawk-headband

He doesn’t use Pokéballs unless Mimikyu is seriously injured and there’s no where to rest at the moment

“It’s just controllin to keep em in there.”

No doubt about it he’s one of the greatest trainers you’ve ever seen

Him being pretty helps too ig

“A-and he just stole from my mansion—!” The exasperated man shouted at you. “Aren’t you trainers worth any good? Use your Pokémon to stop him!”

“Yeah yeah old man, I got you!” You lazily scanned the area and went around the back of the mansion.

Everything’s normal so far until you see a large picture on the porcelain white walls of the mansion.

There was a large “mural” in black, dark blue, and red. In huge letters it wrote: PUNK-MON WINS! Noticing that the thief was still finishing the painting you turned the corner and walked towards him. He had a mask on and held a spray can in his hand.

“Yo—!”

“Ki-ki-ki-kyu!!!” You felt something slash at your leg, causing you to crash to the ground.

“What on earth is that?! Your scary Pokémon just bit me or something!”

The tall boy picked it up. Speaking of which, what was that thing? It looked like a wannabe Pikachu with spikes attached on it’s head. “Good little Mimikyu, beatin’ up stalkers whereva you see ‘em.”

“Stalkers? Huh—hey you mean me! I’m not a stalker!”

He helped you up. “You betta not be a copper.”

You glared at him. How are you gonna trip someone and then accuse them of trying to arrest you? Who is this loser?

He removed his mask.

Suddenly you’re not mad anymore.

“Aha, um… I see we got off on the wrong foot.” You batted your eyes. “Emphasis on foot… what is that thing?”

“This TING!!! Is my baby. My punk bunny. Mimikyu say hi!” The little creature garbled and babbled away.

“Was that ‘hi’ or possessed screeches?”

“Ion even know m’self to be honest.” He looked a little disturbed by Mimikyu, but then smiled. “My name’s Obie Brown, and I’m the number one criminal of rich-heads like this around town.”

“Very cool Hobie Brown. Only problem is that rich-head thinks Pokémon are the cause of all this vandalism and he’s trying to take down all the gyms in this area.”

“Oh!”

“Oh.”

“Right then. WE’RE GOIN TA KILL A RICH GUY!”

“Ki-kyu-ki-ki-ki-kyu!” Mimikyu excitedly garbled.

“WE’RE GOING TO WHAT?! HEY WAIT I WANNA JOIN IN!”

You couldn’t believe you were robbing the house of guy you promised to help. At least it’s not like he needs said money anyway—he has a whole nother vault on a separate island. The goal was to strip the old man of everything he owned in this mansion.

You wedged the metal bar Hobie had lended you inti the crack of the safe’s opening. “Darn. [Poke!Name], a little help here?”

Your Pokémon croaked a little noise and threw an attack at the metal door, which surprisingly made a big enough dent to pull at.

The doors hinges dropped and inside revealed a tomb of gold and stacks of money. Including golden Pokéballs.

“Woah…”

Alright! No more marveling. Here was the hard part of the mission—getting all of the things into the cheap school bags you had stolen bought and throwing them out the window.

Needless to say, it was a rather taxing job. You were constantly on your toes watching out for a stray maid or butler to come in.

“Okay! [Poke!Name], we’re finished. And no thanks to you… You’re lucky I love you.” The moment you slightly pushed the vault door open an alarm blasted. You winced as the painful ringing echoed in your ears. “It must’ve not been triggered when we blasted through it, but opening it does.”

You managed to hurl some bags at the window. But your own escape was more difficult—and you could heart the rapid footsteps coming down the hall.

“Darn—!”

“DOWN HEYAH!”

That familiar British voice! You stuck your head at the window and saw Hobie with outstretched arms.

“JUMP DOWN! I’LL CATCH YA!”

“ARE YOU COOCOO FOR COCOPUFFS?”

“TRUST!”

You anxiously rubbed your arms as you heard the servants working on the entrance door. Who would win: your fear of heights or your fear of jail?

“Open up!”

Darn, darn, darn, darn—

Your Pokémon pushed you out the window. WHAT?

You were falling—you were falling—you were going to meet your death—

“Ya not fallin anymore you damsel in distress.”

You blushed out of embarrassment and got out of Hobie’s arms. “Ahem, thank you.”

He suddenly grabbed your hand tightly and started running away from the mansion. “So, what’s the name? I never caught it!”

You sighed. You really got yourself into some sort of mess. “[Name]. Your new partner in crime.”

“That’s the spirit!”

“I WAS BEING SARCASTIC.”

[toxxxic-mess]

Introduction

Hey losers, and Hello Alphas.

This is my new blog, after my previous was once again banned. A few boring bits out of the way though since we’re here.

Firstly; Incase you can’t tell, I’m a beta loser. I believe woman are superior to me, and I can’t compete with real men when it comes to girls. So please don’t ask me to dominate you etc, and also please don’t call me Sir, this is a major turn off for me, just a heads up if we’re chatting and it goes quiet. My preferred pronoun is “it” :)

Also I’m happy to chat to others, it’s why keep coming back despite the constant deactivation of my accounts. But due to the amount of conversations and the amount of gooning etc, I’m less likely to reply to messages that just say hi or how are you etc. Don’t take it offensively, it’s just between a choice of spending time gooning with another loser over a hot girl, or making small talk, becoming a better beta loser will also take precedence.

The reason I post online is because I love being a loser. I love gooning to worse and worse things, and getting others to jerk off to worse and worse things. Everything I post online about myself is true, such as stories etc, and if I post about followers etc it will be a mix of true and exaggeration to get them triggered, assuming that the bits that are true are in turn told to me truthfully. For instance, if I make an exposure caption about a loser, everything in the post is true based on what they tell me. I can’t guarantee what they’ve told me, but also if I don’t believe them I won’t post. Just take it with a grain of salt. However, while I am a loser and enjoy doing humiliating things, a lot of things I am physically unable to do. This is because I have a girlfriend. No, I will not share pictures or talk about her any more, but yes, I am still a virgin. We have a good relationship, but she doesn’t enjoy being dominant or seeing me as a sissy etc, so we have an agreement I can explore fantasies online etc, and what I do at home when alone is my business. Essentially an ignorance is bliss agreement, which is fair enough, if not ideal. But it does mean things more permanent like for instance decorating my room in pink with Barbies etc just won’t happen.

I jerk to a lot, though ironically, “normal” porn doesn’t do anything for me, nor do most captions, though will post a few to encourage other losers to be better gooners. I guess being in mid 30’s and jerking off since a teen daily means I’ve seen so much it’s just boring now. As such, I’ve gotten into quite niche areas of porn, as you don’t see much so it feels fresh, though down side isn’t much of it. My biggest turn on is corruption, being turned into the opposite of what makes me me. There’s the obvious stuff like bimbofication and sissisfication, hypnosis etc, but I love the more mental alterations such as false memories, religious play and political play etc. I love gooning to anime waifus, as I try to convince myself real girls are too good for me, I’ve also started gooning to corporations. Power is sexy, corporations have power this corporations are sexy. I believe people should be treated fair, so gooning to companies paying less than minimum wage and denying rights just feels hot. As I said, been getting into niche stuff. I also enjoy making vices worse such as drinking and smoking, or creating new vices if needed too. Hopefully they’ll be more normal stuff on here for everyone, but if you develop new kinks because of it, then I’ve helped make you a worse loser, which is exactly what you should be. When I do jerk to real girls, my favourite is Riley Reid though Livvy Dunne is a close second, and you’ll see I do enjoy the Chav/White Trash aesthetic. I also have a huge crush and inferiority complex to Asian women, and obsess over e-girls like Alice Delish and Belle Delphine

A lot of what I post is not my content. Again, due to constant deactivation from higher up, I lose track of who posted what. However stuff I post that isn’t mine I fee needs to be shared as it’s so good. So if you see something you made, please don’t think I’m taking credit for it. I just wanted to share it. If I post something you made, DM me and I can take it down, attribute credit or re-blog your version etc. whatever works for you.

I do make original captions etc, but honestly, only when I feel like it, and if feel inspired by any sent pictures etc. if you want a caption send pictures and I’ll see what can do, but just be prepared I might not. I’m more likely to post if you say what sort of caption or any info you want requested in it, and almost always do it if we’ve been chatting and we’ve made each other worse perverts.

I also log into peoples social media, people who know me from my other blogs can attest to how triggering it is. If you request this, we will agree on conditions before hand, and I will do no more or no less than what we agree. Again, others can attest this is the case, but if you’re unsure, there’s nothing I can say that will change your mind. I’ve logged into peoples FB, found their hot friends and posted their pics on here turning them into goon fuel for other perverts, posted embarrassing statuses (you can always say you were hacked :) ) or just watched friends talk to you, and DM you messages on here about what I COULD reply to them posing as you. One person even let me reply to them occasionally on the condition he could send the next message after. Again whatever works for you, anything to help losers get triggered more. Getting triggered more means you need a bigger dopamine hit next time for that rush which means more time dedicated to porn. Porn always wins.

Anyway, think that’s the end of the long post done. Will post a couple of girls now just to end the wall of text.

[lokislytherin]

daniel & friends

i just wanna explore the different friendship dynamics daniel has with lookism characters in terms of friendship vibes and / or personal experience? i’m kind of projecting all over them so these are not necessarily things they’d do in canon but things i can envision them doing as normal teenagers

daniel is the common theme so i kinda refer to him as “you” so ig you could also envision this as lookism character & reader sans daniel

daniel & jay ;

if you had to pick a friend to date, it would be them

you’re a little bit in love with each other because that’s real friendship 

your friends probably call you a married couple and you always deny it but get flustered every time they’re physically affectionate with you

sitting together on the morning school bus in comfortable silence, watching everyone around you doze off and feeling comfortable enough with them to be on the verge of dozing off yourself

being gently bonked because you’re a little slow on the uptake, but not being mad about it because you're friends and they don’t really mean it

daniel & zack ;

pain in the ass friends (affectionate), chaos bros

slapping them in the back a little too hard and laughing when they stumble, both laughing when they smack you back just as hard

sending each other dumb memes in the middle of the night and trying hard not to laugh because you don’t want to wake the neighbors

chasing them because they slapped your ass with 0 context in the hallway

head empty you two share a brain cell but who has the brain cell right now? it might not be either one of you actually uh oh

daniel & vasco ;

that special friend dynamic of younger sibling and older sibling

cooing over puppies in the pet shop together and crying internally when the shopkeeper asks you if you’ll buy any pets but you don’t have the money/permission/space/time for one even if they’re so cute

social media feed merging because both of you love cute animals and soon you’re sending each other the same posts at the same time, completely unplanned

sharing a bag of chips and being absolutely entranced by a horror movie, screaming and dropping everything when both of you get jumpscared by the film but also each other screaming

being given obscure advice which sounds really wise when you first hear it, but when you think about it a little longer you have no idea what it means actually. and they will not elaborate bc they don’t know what they’re talking about either

daniel & zoe ;

the best opposite-sex friend you’ll probably ever have

going window shopping together and picking out the best and worst fit combinations for each other to try on, getting kicked out of the fitting rooms for laughing so hard you trip over and break the curtains

“get in loser we’re going shopping” “hey who are you calling a loser!”

the first person to get into a relationship that actually works out well has to buy the other person boba tea, it’s an ongoing bet, it doesn’t actually matter who it is because you’ll be crying happy tears either way

they call you “girl” every time they get excited about things but it’s a gender neutral term to them now it’s like the way you call them “bro” when you get hyped up

they would totally set you up with people they think would be good for you 

feel free to give me requests or add things too! asks or comments or reblogs work! if you want to challenge me or make me cry feel free to request gundaniel friendship (if they count as friends, that is)

[gay-dorito-dust]

But that's why it's so fun though. There's definitely the surface level canon story.

It's fun to think, what if? Especially with easter eggs or vague elements showing the tiniest connection to another. Someone had to create that, so maybe they had an idea the viewer would too. If so, then what would the story look like if this connection is canon. Bonus points if it is canon and theres tiny nuggets all over the place. Im looking at you, eldren ring 😘👅. Overall, it expands the story and adds depth, and who doesn't like that. (Trick question: NO ONE)

Lmao YOU KNOW he was waiting!! The pan away shot was so the audience couldn't see the filthy smirk on his face after saying that. Leon is totally a "fun guy" at heart *snaps finger guns*. Definitely loves to crack jokes. It's just given his surroundings and the situation he usually in, it's totally not called for. Especially his type of...humor, which already isn't that funny in a normal environment. Then when he says it, it's a double "Oh hell no." for me, dawg.

AHHHHH lmaooo you like his jokes! You're more whipped me than! 🤣 I'm shriveling up. A chocolate eclair 💀 we gotta build that up! (I can't talk mine is as tough as extra firm tofu)

Fr I totally understand. I'd feel bad especially since he's trying to lighten the environment, plus I know he hates this more than I do. Replace me with Ashley and all I hear are gunshots, goreish noises, and foreign yelling 24/7...👁👄👁 I'm listening to "Leon's jokes on a 10 hour loop" (some of them). I'd have to scrape up the courage to think of jokes and not hyper fixating on my environment and future death or Leon's back 😉.

I'd either beg Leon for a mercy kill or do it myself. I'm not built for that world. Also if Leon actually said that, he'd get 1 good noodle star, cuz that actually made me laugh.🤡

I'm hollering!! I was thinking the same thing but couldn't find the meme!!! Thank you!!🥹

Leon is a frat party and a Bang energy drink (the only option) with a plate of hooters wings away from being the "you're not that guy pal". Maybe the trauma was worth it.

(Again sorry for any grammar mistake. I can't read or write)

I love a game with little nuggets that subtly connect to one another to weave an story beneath the common storyline. It just gives you more insight to…well everything! It’s one of my favourites that the game developers are like ‘we’re gonna give long time players a treat and new time players a fun thing to unravel.’

Ngl, Leon would single-handedly give me brain rot so bad that I start doing crappy, half asses one liners.

It’s a disease and he’s the cause.

It ain’t my fault that Leon is so unbelievably pretty! My kryptonite is pretty boys and unfortunately Leon is on-top of the list for prettiest boys!

All he’d have to do if flash me a smile and I’d be like; 😩 😳😖🥵🤤🫠

The trauma Leon has been through had altered him so much so that his coping mechanisms are to make shitty one liners to EVERYTHING.

He thinks he’s a cool kid at heart, we know that ain’t true. He’s a dorky dork that thinks his humour is the shit.

Me: Leon go to therapy, you’re obviously not okay.

Leon: Therapy is for losers and I am no loser😎

Me: you’ve missed 6 appointments, the jokes got to stop-

In all fairness he probs doesn’t think therapy would work out for him at all and also over works himself to the bone. I remember someone saying that the reasons for Leon being jacked as all hell in re4 is so he doesn’t get taken by surprise anymore.

My baby needs a hug but he’d probably be so on edge and alert that I wouldn’t be able to without triggering his fight or flight responses.

I’d get too distracted by Leon’s ass and have a deep debate within myself whether or not it’s be inappropriate to slap it. Also Leon doesn’t skip leg day. He’s got nice thighs, and arms…and back…nice tits…

Leon probably would drink bang energy in means of staying up at night. How he finds out about bang is anyones guess.

[neurodivergent-multishipper]

Pens and gears chapter two: school life

this is part of a series find chapter one here or on my ao3 in my pinned post

When Katsuki heard that he and Izuku were going to be in the same class he was honestly pretty excited. Since he was a kid he didn’t have many friends due to struggling with social cues and tending to get angry easily. So this was a first time for him being excited to be in the same class as a friend.

The only issue was that Katsuki had been extremely stressed lately. He seriously admires Izuku, but that boy was so amazing in his eyes. He was good at art, he was happy and upbeat, he had talent. And Katsuki just felt lacking next to him,

It was the first day of their new school year today. Katsuki packed everything he needed, all his Allmight stationary in one pencil case. And all his notebooks shoved into his backpack. He walked to school and met Izuku at the park.

“Kachan!, isn’t this exciting? we’re going to be in the same class!” Izuku said in a cheery tone, his cheeks flushed from walking in the heat. Katsuki chuckled and ruffled Izuku’s already messy hair.

“Yeah, I'm excited too,” Katsuki said with a small smile. Seeing Izuku always brightened his day slightly even when his motivation was slipping. He felt a little more at ease and grounded knowing someone cared for him.

When they got to school Katsuki went to find his headphones in his bag and felt something sink in his chest when he realized he forgot to pack them. He let out a disgruntled sigh which caught Izuku’s attention.

“Huh?, is something wrong Kachan?” He said, tilting his head curiously. Katsuki just sighed again.

“I forgot my headphones at home and class is about to start….i’ll be fine i think…just some extra sounds…” He said dismissively, trying to ignore how scared he was to go without his headphones. He’d used noise canceling headphones since he was a little kid so going without them felt disturbing.

They both walked into class and sat down in assigned seats, Bakugo could hear everything, the scratching of pencil on paper, every little breath and whisper was invading his senses, but he did his best to ignore it despite that itching feeling in his chest.

When Lunch finally rolled around, he grabbed Izuku’s hand and pulled him behind the school.

“Lets eat here…please” He said quietly. He normally had poor volume control, so Izuku was a bit surprised but he nodded, sitting down and leaning against the brick wall of the back of the school. He patted the grassy ground next to him. Katsuki sighed and slid down the wall. He leaned his head on Izuku. Izuku jumped a bit in surprise but allowed it happily. A small tear rolled down Katsuki’s face and Izuku panicked, gently grabbing his face.

“Woah!, are you ok?, why are you crying?” He rushed out. He grabbed a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed one to Katsuki so he could wipe his tears.

“I’ve….been really stressed” he says shakily, his voice cracking. “God…sorry for crying in front of you i’m such a fucking loser” He says, chuckling bitterly. Izuku suddenly buts in.

“Hey!, don't talk about yourself like that!, you’re really cool, you always are so passionate about what you care about, and being emotional isn’t a bad thing…everyone cries sometimes and i’m glad to be there for you” Izuku says with a worried expression, his brows crinkled together.

Katsuki sighed.

“You’re so positive all the time…i don't know how you do it…and you’re so talented too and i’m just me!” Katsuki says bitterly. Izuku’s face suddenly squishes up in thought.

“There’s a lot of things you’re good at though! you’re always so good at figuring out how things work! whether its predicting things in stories, or random gadgets, you’re really smart! just because i have my talents doesn’t mean you aren’t good at anything!” Izuku says his voice filled with admiration. Katsuki burst out laughing.

“Man…i don't know how someone as amazing as you could see any redeeming qualities in me…that's what i like about you, you’re so determined to see the good in things” Katsuki says, squishing one of Izuku’s cheeks. Izuku slapped Katsuki’s hand away but then clasped it in his.

“I really do care for you” He says, leaning against Bakugo.

They remained like that for the rest of lunch period.

[lary-the-lizard]

I really dislike the belief we were handed that teenage years are supposed to be full of parties and friends and that if you haven’t experienced that you’re a loser. Like, yeah we as a society kinda moved on from that belief but instead of thinking that people have experienced everything in between and beyond we created another box to put people in. Now we have people that have friends and go to parties and people that don’t have friends and stay home. It’s true that those people exist but hardly incapsulates all of teenagers. Teenage years are life changing but not because they’re the best years or years of close friendships. They’re life changing because your mind has developed to a point that you exist as a self that is pretty self sufficient in many aspects and it’s fucking weird and new. There is no way that teenagers should be or do or have or look or want. For a lot of people being a teenager was awful and for varied reasons. As a teenager you barely know how hold your own form together not to mention know what does and doesn’t suit you. People that really enjoyed their teen years more than any other time period of their lives are rare and it’s fucking tragic that those were their favorite years!

Not having friends as a teen is miserable not because you’re a teen without friends but because you’re without friends. Being at any point in your life without friends is miserable (I don’t mean to downplay the teenage woes). We’ve gotten to a point socially where a lot of people don’t have friends and this is becoming normal to us. This is not an individual issue, this is a public health crisis that our governments are not equipped to handle. Our country doesn’t govern in the interest of the people, it governs to control where the money the goes. Anything that affects us on a personal level is turned into a deal-with it-on-your-own problem. Our country hates community unless it’s controlled. We have barely any places where people can meet up without having to spend money. Do you understand how fucking wrong that is? That makes social life so inaccessible! How the hell are we supposed to make friends when we’re fucking poor? The only places people have to make friends that is normal and mostly reliable is school, church, and work. What if you’re disabled, not religious, and can’t afford school? Is any of that your fault? Does that seem like a personal failing? Now days, even people with friends barely have time to tend to those friendships. We weren’t taught to prioritize friends, we were taught that friends should move in life with us because that’s how it used to work. We used to live in close knit communities, now we travel to towns and cities for work, go to school across the country, and do all our housework alone or with our housemates. We were taught since we don’t do things as a community anymore we have to have girls’ or boys’ night in which we spend money.

We’re forgetting how much we need friends. And I mean just friends; not family, not partners, friends. Friends are necessary for our basic wellbeing. I say this all the time but humans are social animals. We can’t human without each other. We forget what’s normal and start believing that we’re unnatural and harmful. We work too much and hate ourselves for it. We forget how to care for ourselves because we forgot how to love platonically. We need each other so someone can gently pull us back into our bodies without owing anyone anything. We need someone that can look at us and love us just as we are and for that to be enough. Someone to remind us of what we deserve and what kindness looks like. Someone to have our back, to support us even when we’re not there, to hold us a spot in the group, to make sure we’re included. Making friends with the way our society is set is right now is an act of rebellion towards capitalism and the current government. It’s anarchy. And you need to do it not just for your benefit but for everyone’s. And god, it’s so difficult but it will happen. You are worthy of friendship, you are lovable, don’t forget it.

[nightcoremoon]

Doctor Strange and America Chavez were both good parts, but god everything about Wanda and the Illuminati sucked. Strip away the fanservice and you have a pretty weak villain story that didn’t introduce any new elements and stayed pretty straightforward and stagnant. Imagine if Killmonger never showed up in Black Panther had instead Andy Serkis been the main villain who just wanted to steal unobtainium and get rich. That would suck. Killmonger reclaiming what he considered his by divine right of kings, SUCCEEDING, and having a relatively good reason for justifying his actions because he planned to eliminate the slavery and oppression of black people. Killmonger was an excellent villain. Imagine if Ava was the main villain of Ant Man and Wasp, and Walton Goggins was the main AND ONLY villain. Imagine if Quentin Beck began the movie as a villain. These would all be awful because it’s all been done a billion times before. But all of the unique twists made those movies, well, stand out. But here in Multiverse of Madness, the closest that ever came was to the other Mordo. Which was really weak and lame and kind of a slap in the face to Chiwetel since they only used him as a stepping stone to get Picard and Jim the major speaking roles (and gave everyone except Hayley Atwell more screen time, dialogue, and showcase of ability than him. This movie existed for fanservice, and was a waste of the talents of Sam Raimi and Danny Elfman (whose direction and music were both absolutely phenomenal and way better than the CGI fest that was the first one). Obviously the clear choice was to have the Ancient One of earth 838 be the one who had been corrupting and manipulating Wanda, and have Tilda Swinton be the bad guy (WHICH IS ALWAYS AT HER BEST WORK) instead, and then allow Wanda to have an actual character arc where she works through her pain… instead of literally creating a eugenics case. Oh did the poor little baby get bombed, have the Nazis experiment on you and manipulate you into being responsible for creating the monster, watch your brother die before your eyes because Not Jason Bourne can’t hear our his left ear, have the entire United States Government AND the world’s biggest egomaniac forcibly imprison her because a PMC manipulated her into blowing up a fuckton of civilians in whatever fuckin country it was I literally don’t remember because it wasn’t important to the story at all, fight for what you love but fail and get thrown in prison, get broken out and forced into hiding while under the surveillance of Big Brother Steve, be forced to kill your own husband, then watch him die again, then die for five years, then come back to life in an totally different world than you were used to and be forced to watch everybody you know get to have their loved ones back except for her, then get ostracized by the entire world? YOURE SUCH A FUCKING SELFISH LOSER LOL WHY DONT YOU JUST KILL YOURSELF??? that’s the message we’re sending. either just get over your trauma and stop whining about it, or turn evil and hurt everyone else in your life around you and sewerslide yourself. How about being like, oh hey look at Wanda who is somebody who I, the evil Tilda Swinton, can manipulate into servicing me so I can kidnap Edmund I mean America and take the powers they possess for my own and become even more powerful and become a legend and LEGENDS NEVER DIE because I am the foil to the ancient one in the first one in order to show narrative parallels because a Literal Actual God Planet Stronger Than Ego And Cthulu Combined??? versus a normal human who possesses the same levels of evil are both somehow comparable? And we’re supposed to care about the stakes of that knowing full well that Infinity War is the only genuine downer ending (No Way Home stole its valor and dropped it on the floor on the way out) and there’s no way in hell Disney is gonna pass up milking the cash cow of the current status quo? Please. At least with the Ancient One one it would be totally possible to just seal her in that universe and win and then everything is preserved.

That would have been much better.

[fuckyeahisawthat]

While we like to joke about Izzy being in the wrong genre, I would argue that there are in fact at least five distinct genre universes in the world of Our Flag Means Death, and all of them have different rules.

Stede Bonnet, and his crew when they’re around him, live in a Muppet movie. I didn’t come up with this analogy but it’s so accurate. Insane physical comedy and comedy-action where no one really gets hurt. Mild peril but you know everything is gonna work out. Terrible puns and sight gags, but room for sweet, genuine emotional moments too. The rules of time, space, probability and logic will bend for a good joke.

Izzy Hands is in a grimdark action/drama where if someone gets stabbed in the gut they will behave normally and fucking die. (Probably slowly and painfully, of sepsis.) Crucially I think Izzy also lives in a genre where you can only be subtextually queer, and violence (done for or with or to each other) is the only acceptable form of intimacy between men. This is why being forcibly dragged into Stede’s world, where everyone is busy having silly low-stakes misadventures and being gay and emotionally available all over the main text--and seeing his Subtextual Boyfriend go into this world and love it--sends him round the twist.

The British, Spanish and other imperialist militaries are in a Master and Commander-style naval adventure where they’re the heroes. This is why they all take it completely seriously when Stede (unintentionally) kills Badminton and takes hostages, even though we can see that he bumbled his way into it ass-backwards. This is also why Stede is so shocked to get actually for real stabbed aboard the Spanish ship. (“Did you mean to do that?”) He didn’t realize until that moment that he’d stepped into a different genre. The stabbing is one of the first Surprise Genre Switch moments we get and in retrospect it’s very important for setting up that in this world, the threat of getting hurt or killed is very real--which we need to understand to know that there are real stakes much later, when Stede almost gets executed by the British.

Calico Jack is in Jackass. Everything is funny but especially pain--your own or other people’s. Everything’s a joke and nothing means anything and if you get hurt or hurt someone else (physically or emotionally) who cares, fucking laugh it off, cause genuine care and concern is for LOSERS. You can definitely be gay with your pirate bro but don’t even think about calling him your friend. Life is cheap and painful and short and you can’t trust anyone, so why not at least get drunk and have some fun before it’s over. Jack’s world is pretty fucking dark underneath the laughter, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we hear some of the most gruesome Blackbeard stories in this episode. It is not really that far from Izzy’s world, in that it’s also a place where violence is the only acceptable form of connection between men; it’s just played as slapstick around Jack. (Side note but I love that the humor in his episode gets progressively more strained, until we’re laughing uncomfortably, then not sure if we should be laughing at all, then convinced that we definitely shouldn’t be because the violence isn’t funny anymore.)

The fifth genre at work, of course, is romance. Ed and Stede follow the story beats of a rom-com almost perfectly, although in tone their romance ranges from comedic to earnest and heartfelt to bittersweet and heartbreaking, all played with complete sincerity in the moment. One of the reasons the ending is so gutting is that Stede has reached the Epiphany stage of a rom-com (the running-to-the-airport moment) while Ed is still stuck in Crisis (it’s over; I’ve gone back to my old life and I’m unhappy, but I haven’t figured out yet that I need to change things and how). And of course the writers had the brilliant-slash-terrible idea to end the season before the resolution stage, leaving us on an emotional cliffhanger and yearning for a continuation of the story. Bastards (affectionate).

Watching the characters navigate the different genres, and the moments of genre confusion that arise when the world we’re in abruptly shifts, is fascinating. While Stede is lodged so firmly in the rom-com genre that he takes it with him when he leaves the ship, Ed is a genre chameleon. He is able to genre code-switch better than any other character, and generally seems to know what genre he’s in at a given moment. 

Underneath his fearsome reputation, we see that Ed is an incredibly lonely and insecure person, and he’s constantly presenting the version of himself that he thinks whoever he’s with wants to see. We see this most dramatically when he instantly shifts into frat boy mode with Calico Jack, but upon rewatch you can see that he is constantly editing himself depending on whether he’s interacting with Izzy or with Stede, presenting slightly different versions of himself that he thinks they will approve of. And I don’t think it’s quite so simple as Ed being his “real” self around Stede and putting on a persona everywhere else, although I do think that there are ways Stede interacts with him that are categorically much healthier than anyone else in his life. But ultimately all of these personas are the real Ed, which is why I tend to think that a big part of season 2 is going to be Ed’s self-actualization arc, deciding which parts of himself he wants to nurture, what can be accepted and integrated, and what maybe needs to be made peace with and let go of.

While the story is definitely a romance in structure (in that the romantic storyline is the main plot on which everything else hangs), and it’s mostly a comedy, tonally it ranges all over the map. There are times when it’s a pretty dark comedy, and there are times when I think it steps out of the comedy genre entirely (particularly, when talking about characters’ past trauma, and in the second half of the final episode). Managing these tone shifts so they’re impactful but not disorienting requires really good writing and acting, and the more you watch the show the more you see all the brilliant little setups that make this work.

[xcrystalzero]

love languages

Characters Included: Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Zhongli

Kaeya:

Giving: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

-Have you heard this man's voice-lines? The dude is the literal definition of a sweet-talker.

-Will constantly be telling you how good you look in that new outfit or how well-spoken you just were or how good you are at everything your do.

-Also kind of handsy??

-Not like in an obnoxious way (well at least not all the time). Loves to have a hand around your waist when you guys are just talking at the tavern or taking a walk around Mondstat.

-Will 100% grab your ass out of nowhere and then pretend like nothing happened.

Receiving: Physical Touch, Quality Time

- On the other hand, if you grab his ass, he may pass away on the spot.

-Absolutely loves it when you initiate physical contact, especially in public. Will tease you every single time about it but loves seeing this "bold" side of you.

"Oh? Someone's a little needy today." Kaeya cooed as he turned to glance over his shoulder at the way you were currently clinging to his back. You pouted up at him, making a show of slowly pulling away.

"You don't like it? I guess I'll just need to go find someone else to hug... You think Diluc is at the tavern?" You had taken a single step away when a pair of arms wound their way around your waist.

"Hey now..." There's a bit of a warning in his voice but it's nothing harsh. His breath hits your skin as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "I never said that."

-Has a pretty packed schedule as a captain so he doesn't have much free time to spend just chilling. So when you take time out of your equally busy schedule specifically to spend with him, he gets all warm and tingly inside.

-Especially loves it when you do the planning since again, he's a busy man. If you show up at the Knight's headquarters and are just like "get in loser, we're going on a date" he'll probably fall in love all over again.

Diluc:

Giving: Gift Giving, Acts of Service

-Mans is the second-richest person in all of Tevat. If even bring up a slight interest in something, expect it to show up at your doorstep the next day, perfectly gift-wrapped.

-Will shrug it off when you confront him about it, wondering why you're making a big deal out of something so trivial.

"Diluc why is there an army of stuffed animals on my porch?" You aren't sure what your eyes are supposed to be. The fiery-haired man before you or the 50 fluffy creatures arranged in perfectly packaged boxes sitting on the ground in front of you.

"The other day, you said you thought they were cute" Diluc shrugs as he weaves his way through the maze of little creatures to stand by your side.

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU BUY THEM ALL!"

-Also likes to make things easier for you whenever he can.

-He's always offering to call you a carriage so you don't have to walk places, or make sure that all of the errands are done before you get a chance to get to them.

-He just wants to reduce any stress in your life and it's cute.

Receiving: Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation

-Touch-starved motherfucker.

-Somewhat shy when it comes to PDA and just general affection but over time, he gets used to it and starts to crave it.

-Will never ask you for affection directly but will definitely hint at it. He'll let his hand rest gently on your shoulder for just a little bit too long, or linger after he's already said goodnight, and that's how you know that he wants some love and affection.

-Really likes when you run your hands through his hair. There's just something so soothing about it, especially since he hasn't allowed someone to be that comfortable with him in a while. May just fall asleep in your arms if you keep doing it.

-In the same way, he likes to hear praises. He's not a man who needs to be told by others that he's doing the right thing or that he's doing a good job, but it does kind of feel nice when you're the one saying those things to him.

Xiao:

Giving: Acts of Service, Gift Giving

-He feels like he has nothing of his own to give so he tries to make himself useful in the only way he knows how.

-You mentioned that there's this commission you took that's harder than you expected and has had you busy for the past few days? Oh look at that, somehow the issue is solved. The Treasure Hoarders seem to be creeping too close to the trading ports for comfort. Not anymore they're not.

-Gets borderline creepy at some points where he seems to know every little thing you're struggling with and be able to solve all your problems immediately but are you really going to complain?

-Will constantly bring you food or little things that he saw that reminded him of you.

"Here, take this."

You glance puzzled at the hand the adeptus has outstretched to you. Gently, you reach out and take whatever it is he is offering you, bringing it up to your face to observe. A soft chuckle leaves your lips. In your hands is a tiny butterfly seemingly constructed of folded and interlocking leaf strips.

"Aww Xiao, did you make this for me?"

"I... I just happened to have it," he stutters out, looking anywhere except at you. That does nothing but coax another soft laugh out of you as you gently lean your head against his shoulder.

"Thank you, I'll take good care of it."

"... you better."

Receiving: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

- Normally, he thinks the sweet-talking of mortals is just another form of manipulation. That being said, when he hears any of those sugared phrases coming from you, his heart skips a beat.

-The first few times you complemented him, he literally had to stop and process for a second because wow. That felt great.

"Mortals are so incapable," Xiao mutters as he brushes slime condensate off of his sleeve. You sheath your sword before turning back to him, a grin on your face.

"Well anyone would be compared to you. You're really amazing you know!"

He froze. They were just words and nothing he hadn't heard before from workers at the inn or humans in the past, so why was his heart beating to fast?

"Xiao?" You questioned, catching up to him and waving a hand slowly in front of his face.

Coming back to his senses, Xiao huffed, turning his head to the side to hide the red creeping onto his cheeks. "Shut up..."

-Surprisingly enough, also really really likes when you touch him. Of course, always ask first or he might just straight up deck you on sheer instinct.

-But as he gets more and more comfortable around you, he grows to love the way you will absentmindedly grab his hand whenever you want to show him something or the way you like to brush his hair gently out of his eyes when the wind picks up.

-His ears turn red whenever you touch him, no matter how innocent the touch and he will get flustered if you ever decide to tease him about it.

Zhongli:

Giving: Gift Giving, Quality Time

- For a broke bitch, he sure loves to spoil you. Will always bring you to upscale restaurants to try the most expensive dishes or take you out to the stalls to look at exquisite jewelry.

"Which one should I get?"

"Why not both?"

"And who is going to pay for that?"

"That... I did not consider."

- Likes to be around you whenever he can. He's not the busiest person now that he's basically given up the job he had for so long (spoilers???) so he has more time to spend with you.

-If you don't mind, he likes to just be around you throughout the day as you do your own thing, just enjoying being in your company.

Receiving: Quality Time

-The dude has been alive for so long, he just wants to spend some of that time with someone else.

-His favorite thing is just to wander around Liyue Harbor with you, pointing out historical landmarks or just rambling around the history of the land. Loves it when you ask him questions about things or just generally express interest in the things he is talking about.

"That section of the harbor actually used to be a theater."

"Like for plays?"

"Yes actually. However, it was demolished as a sign of the end of the cultural revolution as the city turned to trade as its primary focus."

"Oh yeah you were telling me about that yesterday!" You remark excitedly, gaze drifting around as though you are attempting to imagine the world Zhongli describes. But he is only looking at you, a warm smile spreading slowly over his face.

There is no shortage of people in Liyue Harbor to listen to his stories but only your commit them to memory almost immediately, constantly asking him questions and wanting to learn more about his world. And just for that, he thinks he may fall even deeper in love with you.

note: let me know if you guys like this and i'll do a part two with some of the characters i missed!

[devildomimagines]

I live to make these bois into whores 😎

Can I get head cannons of the boys meeting MC’s family; the catch is, MC is attractive as hell and so is their family? Literally everyone is hot. Their Dad is a whole dilf, their Mom is a milf, their older brother and sister are both sexy as hell, and MC’s just casually introducing them to the demon boys who could barely handle being around them.

They have a storm coming hehe 🤭

Sorry for the long wait but what else is new on my blog ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The older brothers are under the cut because this ended up longer than I first planned. I hope you enjoy~

Belphegor

It might take some bribing to get him to promise to be awake for the whole day but he gave in because it was important to you that he meet your family.

As you two approached the house, your mom was out in the front yard gardening.

When she turned around and caught the sight of you two she beamed a bright smile and waved.

You giggled as you waved back and looked at Belphie to see if he was waving too.

He was waving like a robot.

You have to elbow him to make him focus again.

He blushed as he admitted, “Your mom is really pretty.”

“I know,” you looked proud of the fact.

Your mom had called to the rest of the family and soon they were all outside to greet you.

You started greeting and hugging everyone.

Your dad clapped Belphie on the back and you caught his blush as he watched your dad head back towards you.

He mouthed the words, “Him too?” and you nodded.

Your brother and sister wasted no time in teasing you about bringing someone home.

Your brother tousled Belphie’s hair and your sister draped herself off you as she assessed Belphie.

“He’s cute,” she finally decided, “Be careful or I’ll steal him away,” then stuck her tongue out at you as she went inside.

You responded with your own tongue out at her retreating form.

Belphie fixed his hair and straightened his clothes, “You didn’t say your whole family was so handsome?”

“I thought it would be obvious, where do you think I got it?” You teased as you grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

Beelzebub

You had thought maybe he wouldn’t fall victim to your family’s charm. You were wrong.

When the two of you entered the house, your mom greeted you two with a hug.

Beel blushed at the contact but recovered quickly. That is until your dad came up and patted him on the chest, “What a solid guy you caught, MC.” 

You rolled your eyes but you caught Beel’s eye sparkle at the compliment.

Your sister introduced herself to Beel and he shook her hand before she pounced on him. He caught her in surprise.

“Ok, that’s enough, get off him!” You pulled your sister away with a huff.

She made a face at you before retreating.

Your brother was sizing Beel up from across the room.

“Are you gonna say hello bro?” You asked.

“How much can you bench?” Your brother stood up.

Beel wasn’t prepared for the question, “Uh…”

“Probably a lot by the look of it,” Your brother supplied.

Beel looked at you for help. Leave it to your brother to make a demon uncomfortable. “Can you cool it and get out of his face? Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Hm,” then a wicked smile flashed on your brother’s face, “Arm wrestle for the loser’s dessert?”

Oh no.

Beel’s smile reflected your brother’s, “You’re on.”

You pulled on Beel’s sweater as he was rolling up the sleeve. “Wait, go easy on him please, actually maybe let him win? With your strength you could break his arm.”

“But MC, the dessert,” Beel looked determined.

“I’ll give you mine,” he looked like he was debating it but the enticing offer of two desserts was winning out. “And… I’ll do that thing you like.”

That was clearly the winner. Beel sat down across from your brother and gave you a quick thumbs up before putting up a compelling fight if you didn’t already know he was going to throw it.

Dinner went off without a hitch. Beel complimented the hell out of your parent’s cooking and they complimented his appetite. As he ate your dessert, he whispered to you, “Don’t forget about your promise.”

The thing Beel likes is when you two go to the gym together, don’t get it twisted!

Asmodeus

“Oh?” Asmo smiled, “This is gonna be fun!”

He immediately starts towards your mom, “Hello! You must be MC’s sister?”

She laughs at the compliment, “No honey, I’m their mother.”

Asmo lays on the charisma in his shock, “No way! I could have sworn,” he looks back at you and you roll your eyes, what did you expect?

Asmo offers his arm and your mom takes it with a smile. The pair of them walk towards the house chatting about something that you couldn’t hear.

He was a tricky demon but you laughed it off as you walked after them.

You bumped into Asmo as you entered and you caught his surprised face. He then smiled to himself as he found a spot on the sofa, he clearly felt at home.

Loud enough for everyone to hear, even those in the kitchen he commented, “MC, you didn’t tell me your family was so attractive.”

Your brother and sister snickered at your embarrassment as you sat next to Asmo.

“Because,” you lowered your voice just for him, “I knew you’d act like this.”

“Like what?”

“Can we just have a normal dinner?” You asked, taking his hand.

“Of course MC,” he squeezed your hand, “but I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It figures. Asmo just gets like this when he’s surrounded by others that he both appreciates their features but finds them to be competition. If he can get them to like him, then he’s ‘won.’

He effectively keeps your family enchanted the whole night, he really does shine in social situations.

Satan

Interesting is the word of the night.

You had shown him pictures of your family as he was ‘studying’ for the night. He wanted to make sure he didn’t call someone by the wrong name, pronoun, or bring up a story you had told him in confidence.

The pictures did not do your family justice. They were gorgeous.

He immediately fell into his gentleman image. Satan took your mom’s hand and kissed the back of it.

She giggled but you shook your head, “That’s a bit much,” you commented.

“I don’t think so?” Satan tilted his head towards you.

“What about me?” Your dad snickered as he extended his hand.

“Dad~” You whined but Satan didn't skip a beat by taking his hand and kissing the back of it.

You dad chuckled heartily as he wrapped an arm around Satan, “Son, I like your style.”

Satan was starstruck and easily led further into the house by your dad.

You groaned, you clearly had not prepared Satan for how bewitching your parents could be.

Your sister and brother sandwiched you in the middle as they laughed. “Another one falls victim huh?”

The running joke being that the two of them had plenty of partners defeated by the magnetism your parents had. The partners often choosing the charming company of your parents and not the child they were dating when they visited.

You sighed and hung your head, you figured it’d play out like this but it was disheartening. That is until your thoughts were interrupted by a throat clearing.

You looked up and smiled at seeing Satan’s emerald eyes on you, silently asking if everything was ok.

You nodded and wiggled out from between your siblings to stand next to him as you formally introduced them.

You gave Satan’s waist a squeeze, happy he found his way back to you.

He smiled back at you softly, that is until your mom called out for him. He then blushed deeply as you let him get back to the kitchen. 

“Good luck!” You called after him with a giggle. Your parents were incorrigible.

Leviathan

It took a lot for Levi to agree to meeting your family.

He was a nervous wreck, already sweating and you hadn’t even opened the front door.

“Hey,” you took his face in your hands, “You’re going to be ok, they’re going to love you and I’ll be with you for every second.”

Levi exhaled and relaxed into your hands. He nodded and finally smiled.

Then the door opened and he was tense again.

You shift your hands from his face to holding one of his hands.

“Oh I’m sorry!” Your mom said, “Was I interrupting?”

“No,” you confirmed before she could make a big deal.

“Well, welcome!” She threw her arms around Levi. 

He squeezed your hand but said, “Thanks for having me.”

“Of course,” Your mom took his other hand and pulled him inside, “If you’re important to MC then you’re important to us!”

The three of you entered the living room and everyone got up to offer their greetings to you and Levi.

He never let your hand go.

When you got through everyone, Levi was a blushing mess.

He held you back as everyone made their way to the dining room. “I can’t do this, MC!” He whisper-yelled at you, “You didn’t say they were all so hot?! I can barely stand just you, but...” Levi looked at the dining room, “it’s like you times five now!”

You had to giggle and he gave you a pout. “Levi, we just got here. Dinner will be a breeze. Dad will probably tell stories of when me and my siblings were little, something about him in college and my mom will ask you-”

“She’s going to talk to me??”

“Well yes but she’ll only ask about your interests and hobbies. She loves anime BTW. It’ll be a sitch for you! I’m not worried at all.” You gave him a smile and you could see the gears turning.

He could talk about anime, that is manageable… “But won’t the others think I’m lame?”

“Nonsense! If you haven’t realized we’re a pretty accepting family, what other family would agree to send their child to hell for a year?”

Levi nodded, this is true. He took a brave breath and pulled you to the dining room.

Mammon

He’s overconfident in his ability to woo your family, which means he’s nervous.

It’s cute that he wants them to like him but it’s not as serious as he’s making it out to be.

You knew they would love him, they love everyone.

“Oy, this is it?” He shielded his eyes from the sun as he looked up at your house.

“Yep,” you took his hand and led him around to the side door.

“Wait, shouldn’t we use the front door?”

“We’re not guests, I lived here.”

“But I’m…”

The two of you entered the kitchen and your mom looked over her shoulder as she was pulling a large pot out of the oven, “You’re here!”

Mammon straightened up and took a step forward, “Let me help you with that, it looks heavy.” He grabbed the towel hanging from the oven handle and effortlessly carried the dish to the pot holder on the table.

“What a gentleman,” your mom snickered as she hugged you hello.

Mammon blushed and looked away but hugged your mom when she made her way towards him as hello.

“Who’s that holding my wife?” Your dad boomed.

Mammon backed off immediately as he came eye to eye with your father, “S-sir.”

With a smile your dad embraced Mammon, “I’m kidding, we’re all huggers here, better get used to it!”

Mammon blushed again in your dad’s grasp and you laughed. He shot you a look before smiling at your dad letting him go.

You shuffled up next to Mamms as he sighed, “Tired already? I know they can be a lot.”

“W-what are you talking about? I’m fine!”

“Good! Because my siblings are even worse!” As if on cue, the pair entered the room sizing up Mammon.

Your brother smiled, “I like him. He looks like he can get in some trouble.” If only he knew, but Mammon relaxed with the assessment.

“He’s pretty attractive,” Your sister said but her tone was skeptical.

“He models part time,” you offered, proud that you were making her somewhat jealous.

“Too bad he couldn’t cut it full time,” she dismissed. She moved in close to Mammon as if she was going to whisper in his ear but said loud enough for you, “If you ever want the better sibling, call me.”

His eyebrows shot up, Mammon was not expecting that.

You pushed your sister out of his space, “Go suck an egg!”

Your sister retreated with a vicious smile.

When you looked at Mammon, he was frozen in his shock. “God, she got you with just that?” You groaned, “This is gonna be a long night.”

“N-no!” Mammon was recovering, “I wouldn’t call her! You know that, right?”

“I know,” you sighed, “She’s just like that. I swear her and Asmo would have a day trying to one-up each other.”

“This is gonna be a long dinner huh?” Mammon was finally realizing it for himself.

You took his hand, “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be!” He squeezed your hand and smiled, “The Great Mammon can handle anything!”

Lucifer

“Hm?” He would hum as you two walked up to your childhood home. “Who’s that?” 

Your dad was outside mowing the lawn. He turned the mower to start a line towards you two but stopped when he recognized you.

“That’s my dad!” You ran over to hug him.

Lucifer watched as he wiped the sweat from his brow with a cloth in his pocket before catching you in an embrace.

Lucifer steeled himself and made his way over to join the conversation.

“You must be the man of the hour! Wonderful to meet you finally, after all MC has said about you!” Your dad had extended an arm to shake hands, “I’d usually hug you but I’m a sweaty mess. Come on inside, everyone is waiting!” He led you two to the front door and announced your arrival as he excused himself for a shower before dinner.

The rest of the family entered, your mom, brother and sister, each dazzling in Lucifer’s eyes.

He was used to beautiful people; angels have their allure, demons their temptations but humans had always seemed somewhat average until he met you and now your family.

Lucifer subconsciously fixed his shirt and then ran a hand through his hair. Then he caught your gaze.

“You look fine,” you whispered as you sidled up next to him.

“I see where you get your captivating looks from, I believe the celestial lineage is from your paternal side,” Lucifer gave your returned father a long glance. “He cleans up well.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, Mr. Morningstar,” you teased as you took his hand and led him to the table.

“This will be an interesting dinner,” he murmured as he took a seat next to you and then gulped as your dad took a seat next to him with a brilliant smile. 

Is Lucifer nervous? Not that he would ever admit it, but who gave this human the right to be so handsome? With a hand on his chest, Lucifer clears his throat to regain composure.

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: as someone who’s been tormented for being a nerd, you’ve never viewed your friendly teasing towards your best friend seonghwa as bullying. but that is until he completely changes his style and image in school, confronting you about your past behaviour, so you have no choice but to admit the real reason why you’ve been making fun of him...

pairing: popular boy!seonghwa x nerd!reader

genre: high school!AU (the characters are 18 for the spicy parts huehehe), best friends to fake dating to lovers, angst, romance, smut, fluff

warnings: friendly teasing, clichéd/unrealistic portrayal of high school dynamics, hwa does kabedon on yn like once, seonghwa’s a bit of a tsundere, fake dating, hints of possessiveness, slightly problematic remarks, yn is briefly hwa’s slave?! (no, i will not elaborate), bullying, mean girls, insults, hair-pulling, kicking, death threats, some swearing, self-blame, power play, overuse of pet names (princess, baby, little girl, etc.), sir kink (i won’t apologize lol), begging, yunho being nosy (yes, that’s a warning), mention of hypothetical collars, insecurities, making out, loss of virginities, lots of kissing, soft dom!hwa, eating out, fingering, blowjob, consensual protected sex, dirty talk, praising, aftercare, crying, hurt&comfort, a lot of dorky references (cuz that’s me, after all), jumping off a balcony (don’t try this at home!), happy ending

author’s note: will i ever stop bullying poor hwa’s kermit hoodie? no. jk, i lov him so much, he’s so talented & gorgeous no matter what he wears ;-;

disclaimer: all jokes aside, i do not in any way condone bullying and this work is entirely fictional for entertainment purposes! i’ve been physically and emotionally tormented in school and though i have not talked much about it, i do not wish such an experience to anyone! treating people with kindness is cool and i hope everyone spreads more love! ❤️

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Having been best friends with Seonghwa for four years now (ever since your first year in high school), you couldn’t help but making fun of every little adorable thing he did. And honestly, you admired his patience when it came to putting up with your incessant teasing. Diligently cleaning up everything after him? You’d call him a neat freak. Not being able to drink coffee? You’d call him a teacup loser. 

So, when he started wearing that green hoodie of his to school, you couldn’t resist the temptation to call him Kermit the frog. And at first, it all started as a joke. But then the nickname kinda stuck and you just kept addressing him as Kermit, even if he wasn’t wearing the delectable green hoodie. And at one point, you could tell that poor Seonghwa was not a huge fan of the whole thing. But he never called you out on it or told you to stop. He never teased you back for being a hopeless nerd who studied 24/7 and read books for fun. So, you kept going.

Until the summer before your last year in high school arrived. Sadly, Seonghwa was going to be out of the country for the whole vacation. You were going to miss him terribly, you realized. You had become so used to seeing him everyday that you couldn’t imagine how you’d last three months without being able to see his pretty face all the time. You’d occasionally text him memes and ask him what he was up to. But as the summer was coming to an end, his replies became less and less frequent, more and more concise. You kept wondering if you’d done something wrong. It couldn’t be the Kermit thing, you began telling yourself. After all, it was normal to tease your best friend every once in a while. Right?

When the first day of your last year in high school came, you were nervously anticipating the moment when you’d see Seonghwa again. Summer without him had been so boring and you couldn’t wait to hug him again and find a new thing to joke about.

The second you saw him, you instinctively knew there would be no more joking around. Seonghwa practically walked into the school hallway like he owned the place. He’d completely changed his style and overall image. Gone were the dorky hoodies you secretly loved so much. Instead, they were replaced by a black leather jacket. Gone were the casual sweatpants he looked so good in. In their place were dark jeans that made him look kinda dangerous. And the whole confidence with which he carried himself was just totally different. 

If you had known that a summer abroad could change a person so much, you would have tried harder at convincing him to stay in the country. On top of it all, he was now hanging out with a bunch of popular a-holes that you had never talked to before. Honestly, you couldn’t even gather the courage to approach your best friend. He looked so distant and unfamiliar that you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Especially when you heard him laughing at the cool kids’ jokes. That should have been you...

You remembered when you were the one making him giggle, as if it was a century ago, when in reality it was just a couple of months. You kept sighing during the whole day, not daring to even talk to him. If he wanted to still hang out with you after his sudden “change in status”, he would, you kept convincing yourself. But he didn’t. In fact, he ignored you the whole day, making you feel like shit.

Just as you were leaving the school building in a hurry, mentally prepared for an evening of crying your eyes out and eating ice cream, you felt a hand grabbing you tightly. Turning around, you were surprised to find Seonghwa’s eyes staring back at you.

“Hi, princess,” he greeted you calmly.

“H-hi, S-seonghwa,” you responded dumbly.

“What? No witty comeback?” Seonghwa scoffed, smirking.

“What are you talking about?”

“Aren’t you gonna bully me and call me names again? Kermit? Teacup loser? Neat freak? What’s it gonna be this time?” he spat out, pushing you against the school wall and extending his arms to touch the cold bricks so that you would feel trapped.

“Bully you?” you whispered in disbelief. “H-hwa, I wasn’t...I didn’t m-mean...”

“Oh, yeah?” he mocked your stuttering self. “Then, why did you say all these things, huh?”

“You know why,” you replied.

“No, I don’t. So, tell me right now or I swear, I can make your existence a living hell,” Seonghwa threatened.

“Because I like you, you idiot!” you cried out. “I like you so that’s why I’ve been teasing you. Because if I didn’t, I would have to admit how attractive I find all your habits. How adorable it is when you used to tidy your desk and how sexy you looked in that damned green hoodie. There, I said it. Are you happy now?”

You were so frustrated with the way he ignored you all day only to accuse you of bullying him that you ducked your head swiftly beneath his arm, simultaneously bending your knees, and, thus, successfully escaping from Seonghwa’s ambush.

“Y/N, wait!” he called after you, but you were running too fast and luck was on your side, as the bus arrived at that exact same moment, allowing you to get on it, before he could.

You couldn’t sleep much that night, tormented by the fact Seonghwa had confused your friendly jokes with bullying and how foolishly you’d confessed your feelings for him. You were certain that your affections were unrequited and now that he had this whole new position in the school hierarchy, he would undoubtedly make fun of you for them. You were even considering transferring to another school to avoid the potential embarrassment.

In the morning, no sooner had you finished breakfast in the comfort of your room than you heard loud honks. They were unlike the ones in your dad’s car so you couldn’t help but wonder what jerk had decided to park in front of your house and make your day even worse.

“Sweetie,” your mom informed you a bit after. “Your friend Seonghwa is here. He said he’ll drive you to school today. As promised.”

“He did?” you mumbled in confusion. But maybe because you weren’t ready to talk to your mom yet about what happened yesterday, you lied. “Ah, that’s right, I almost forgot.”

Hurriedly, you grabbed your bag and practically sprinted downstairs. You were curious to see what he wanted. And that’s exactly what you asked the minute you entered his car.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Aw, no good morning for me, princess?” Seonghwa pouted and God, you hated how cute you found him after the way he’d treated you the previous day. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he rolled his eyes, starting the engine. “I’m driving you to school.”

“I can see that. But why?” you hissed.

“Well, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed,” he groaned. “If you’re so insistent on finding out, I’ll tell you. Ever since you told me how you felt yesterday, I’ve been thinking...And I’ve come to the conclusion that you have two options. Option number one is to enjoy your hellish last year of high school. You’ve had your fair share of teasing me so I’m definitely going to enjoy telling everyone about your little crush on me. It’s going to be so much fun to embarrass you in front of the whole school.”

What the fuck was wrong with him? Seonghwa was supposed to be your best friend! Why was he suddenly acting like you were worth less than a dirty rug? Was it possible that he had changed so much in the span of three months? Or was he always like that? Had you been blinded by his good looks? No, that definitely wasn’t the case. Seonghwa was the sweetest guy you’d ever known. How did he get so...cold? Cold enough to chill your bones.

“And what’s option number two?” you grunted, already anticipating the worst.

“So, there’s this annoying girl in our class I want to avoid at all costs. Just because her parents are doing business with mine does not mean I’m into her. Option number two is for us to pretend we’re dating in school. Considering how much you like me, I’m assuming it won’t be very difficult for you to pretend. If you agree, that is.”

What a jerk...You shared your sincere feelings with your best friend and that’s the first thing that crossed his mind? To use you in order to avoid some random girl? If it was any other guy, you would have said no. If you weren’t desperate for even a fraction of Seonghwa’s time and attention, you would have said no. If you weren’t so pathetically whipped for him, you would have said no.

“I’ll do it,” you said. “For how long do you need me to be your fake girlfriend?”

“Just until graduation. Then, we’ll fake break up and each go our separate ways. How does that sound?”

It sounded terrible! You wanted Seonghwa to be a part of your life forever. But with the way he was treating you, you weren’t confident he felt the same way anymore.

“Sounds great,” you lied, because you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing your thoughts. You’d never be perceived as weak again.

The second you walked into school, Seonghwa’s arm wrapped possessively around your shoulder, everyone’s eyes were on you. It was like high-schoolers had no better thing to occupy their time with but to gossip around the latest dating news. If you weren’t enjoying his company so much, you would have found their reactions pathetic. And somewhat unnerving.

“When did you two lovebirds start seeing each other?” one of Seonghwa’s popular friends Yunho asked.

“Oh, you know what they say. A girl and a guy can’t stay just friends for long,” Seonghwa responded.

You internally rolled your eyes. Your best friend before the summer would have never said such a thing. Whatever the reason for his current behaviour was, you would get to the bottom of it. And right now, you felt like going along with this whole fake dating thing was your best chance at unraveling the mystery.

For the first day of your little arrangement, everything seemed to be going fine. Everyone was staring at you two but you didn’t mind. All you cared about was him. However, soon enough Seonghwa started asking you for weird things.

“Carry my bag for me.” / “Get me a drink from the vending machine, will you?” / “Bring me a snack from the supermarket across the street.” / “Oh, and for my friends, too, doll.”

Seriously, it was getting infuriating. You no longer felt like you were his bestie. You didn’t even feel like you were his fake girlfriend. At this point, you had practically become his slave! Running any errand and carrying his stuff for him. But what was the alternative? If you refused to play your part in this pretend dating scheme, he could easily turn against you and make fun of you in front of the whole school. So, you kept your mouth shut and swallowed your pride.

One evening, around a month after the fake dating agreement had started, you had stayed in the library a bit longer to prepare for an upcoming assignment. By the time you were out of the school building, you supposed that Seonghwa had already gone home. Frankly, the only nice thing he was intent on doing for you was driving you to school and back to your place most of the days.

As you were making your way towards the bus stop, you had the strangest suspicion you were being followed. Not daring to turn around, you started walking faster. But unfortunately, your attackers also sped up and soon enough, you were surrounded by a group of angry faces. Their leader was obviously Eunhee, the most popular girl in the whole school. And coincidentally, this was also the girl whose parents were doing business with Seonghwa’s parents. The very reason you were fake dating your best friend in the first place.

“Well, if it isn’t the little bookshrimp,” she mocked you, sticking a sharp nail into your chest. You didn’t bother correcting her that the right term was bookworm. You were already in enough trouble as it was. For some reason, teasing Seonghwa had been easy because you meant well and you were sure he wouldn’t hurt you. Not really. Because he knew how badly you’d been bullied in middle school. But now that you were met with so many threatening figures, you froze rightaway, unable to defend yourself.

“Just l-leave me alone,” you stammered.

“Aw, aren’t you a little pathetic shrimpie?” Eunhee cooed and started pulling your hair harshly and kicking you onto the ground. The other girls were holding you down so that you wouldn’t fight back. “Did you seriously believe you can steal Seonghwa from me? We’re meant to be together and if you stand in our way, I will fucking kill you!”

“S-stop, you’re hurting me!” you exclaimed sorrowfully. You tried your best to shield yourself and push her away but her loyal minions were preventing you from doing so. Just as Eunhee was about to slap you across the face, you witnessed as her threatening hand was stopped mid-air by the interloper whose features you couldn’t quite discern in the dark. But whose voice you would recognize anywhere.

“You think you’re so brave?” Seonghwa yelled at Eunhee and her friends. “Ganging up on her like that? Six against one? You’re the pathetic ones.”

“Hwa, we were just trying to teach her a lesson. She should learn her place, after all,” Eunhee tried to explain.

“A lesson?” he scoffed. “You dumbasses can’t even pass Calculus and you want to teach the smartest girl in our school a lesson?” your heart melted with warmth at how highly he thought of you. “Oh, that’s rich.”

“You won’t tell my dad, right?” Eunhee was suddenly on the defensive. She’d probably be in big trouble if he found out how his precious daughter was behaving in school.

“Get out of my sight right now or I’ll tell the whole country,” Seonghwa threatened through gritted teeth. (Later on, he actually did tell her dad about the incident and Eunhee, along with her followers, were suspended from school for two weeks. Oh, and their rich parents cut off their money, which was pretty impressive an accomplishment). And so, the vicious girls scattered like roaches in daylight. Pulling you onto your feet, Seonghwa grabbed your hand and started walking towards his car which you somehow hadn’t noticed parked nearby. Getting inside, he started the engine immediately but his hands were clutching the steering wheel so hard you were feeling a bit scared. You had never seen your best friend so angry. Well, maybe the only other time that came close was when you were telling him about your past experiences with bullying...

“Are you mad at me?” you asked sheepishly.

“At you?” he chuckled harshly. “Why would I be mad at you? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I don’t know...”

“Why didn’t you fight them back?” Seonghwa inquired.

“I tried, but I was reminded of middle school and just...froze. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, I’m not blaming you,” he replied calmly. “I was just wondering. Cause I know you’ve been going to self-defense classes. And I thought you were making progress. I mean, the last time I came to watch, you were pretty good.”

That was before the summer. Of course it was. Still, you were touched by the fact that he remembered. Despite acting like he didn’t care, you instinctively knew he did.

“I mean, I was,” you said. “But I panicked.”

Seonghwa let go of the wheel with one hand and placed it on your bare knee, rubbing calming circles around it. You two were alone so you were certain this was no longer the fake dating thing. This was just your best friend being there for you when you needed him the most.

“If anyone tries that shit again, just tell them you’re my girlfriend, alright? They have to be idiots to mess with you,” he spoke angrily.

“Fake girlfriend,” you reminded him sadly.

“That’s none of their business,” he replied, but didn’t correct you. Oh, how badly you wished to be his real girlfriend. To show him how much you cared for him.

“Why did you change so much over the summer?” you suddenly asked, while Seonghwa was driving you home.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Seonghwa responded harshly. “You don’t like my green hoodie and you also don’t like my leather jacket? There’s really no satisfying you, is there?”

“I didn’t mean your clothes,” you mumbled. “Just...your overall attitude towards me. Before the summer you used to let me squeeze your cheeks and sit in your lap and now you seem so...unapproachable. I’m just saying, we were closer when I was your best friend than we are now that I’m your fake girlfriend.”

Seonghwa stopped the car abruptly, making you blink in shock.

“I changed because I was sick of you treating me like a little boy and I wanted you to start seeing me as a man,” he admitted but without looking into your eyes.

“W-what are you saying?” you swallowed nervously.

“Nevermind.”

“No, you have to talk to me, Hwa!” you insisted desperately. “If you still consider me your best friend, be honest with me. Please.”

“This,” he gestured vaguely at you as he finally met your gaze. “This is exactly why I changed so much, Y/N. I don’t want to be your best friend anymore.”

His cruel words hurt you more than anything you’d ever experienced in your life. More than all the bullying, the slapping and getting pushed against a wall. Losing your best friend was your worst fear. But you had promised yourself to never be weak again. So the second he said that, you pulled the handle of the side door, attempting to get out of his car. Before you could do that, Seonghwa grabbed your hand, effectively keeping you in place.

“I want to be your boyfriend. For real this time,” he elaborated.

You stared at him in utter confusion.

“But...when I confessed, you acted like you didn’t care. Like I meant nothing to you.”

“Forget how I acted. I only offered the fake dating shit because I wanted to get closer to you again. Make up for the lost time during the summer. Do you honestly think I give a fuck about what Eunhee thinks or says about me? I just used that as an excuse. I’ve told her I’m not into her hundreds of times. And yes, maybe I have changed. Not because I don’t care about you. But because I do. You used to gush about Count Dracula and Darth Vader so much that I thought if I became the bad guy, you’d finally notice me. I wanted so terribly to impress you and make you stop seeing me as your adorable best friend that I got too lost in the feeling of holding power over you...Too lost to notice you liked me all along, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you whispered teary-eyed. “I do,” correcting yourself. “H-hwa, I’m so sorry to break it to you but-”

“If you reject me, I won’t be responsible for attempted murder,” Seonghwa interrupted you jokingly.

“I’m so sorry to break it to you,” you repeated with a sly smirk. “But no matter how hard you try to change, I will always see you as my adorable best friend. And though I have to admit I did stop teasing you temporarily, that was only because you suddenly started behaving like the dangerously sexy king of the high school. Can you blame me for feeling a little intimidated? I know I’ve said this before but I didn’t think me teasingly calling you Kermit would go this far. I never meant to hurt you, Hwa.”

“I know you didn’t, princess,” Seonghwa whispered, gently stroking your cheeks.

“And yes,” you smiled shyly, leaning into his touch.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to be your real girlfriend. It would be a dream come true.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled, as if the very idea seemed amusing to him. “How badly do you want it?”

“So badly, I would do anything for you, sir,” you uttered the last word without thinking much, your brain somehow recalling a time when you two had discussed how you’d enjoy being called by a potential significant other. In retrospect, that wasn’t really a thing best friends generally talked about.

“Sir?” Seonghwa grinned, leaning his head against your forehead. “Keep that up and your real girlfriend status will be confirmed.”

“I want to kiss you so much,” you were on the verge of begging. Oh, screw it. “Please, please, let me kiss you.”

He didn’t respond, just connected your lips with his own softly, taking his time with you. It was pure magic. You had thought about kissing your best friend thousands of times. But nothing compared to the reality. Parting your lips further to let his tongue in, you physically couldn’t prevent yourself from moaning into his mouth, overwhelmed by how good it felt. How insanely intoxicating he tasted. How you were burning alive and it would be the sweetest death imaginable.

“Not if I kiss you first,” Seonghwa said once he broke the kiss apart. “Oh, wait, I just did.”

What the hell...had just happened? Sneaking a peak at the time, you were suddenly panicking by how late it was.

“Holy shit, my parents are going to kill me!” you exclaimed. “Can you please drive me home?”

“Sure thing, princess,” he laughed, increasingly amused by your flustered self. “That’s exactly what I was intending to do anyways. I’m not in the habit of keeping little girls past their bed time.”

“Shut up, I’m not a little girl!” you complained. “I’m just a few months younger than you. Asshole.”

“Hey! Is that any way to speak to your devoted boyfriend?” Seonghwa scolded you teasingly.

Oh, God. You loved the sound of that. Your best friend was now your boyfriend. It still felt unreal.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mewled apologetically, already knowing how to make him weak for you with just one tiny word. “And thank you for taking me home.”

“Anytime,” Seonghwa smiled. “See you tomorrow, baby.”

You could get used to it. Reaching forward to open the door for you, he whispered in your ear:

“I’m taking you out on our first date. Doll yourself up for me, will you?”

You nodded, your heart beating too fast to actually manage a verbal response. After you got inside and suffered a brief interrogation from your parents (using the library+extra assignments excuse), you hurried up the stairs, took a quick shower and then went to bed. No sooner had you closed your eyes than your phone buzzed with notifications.

Kermit the Frog: You still up?

Kermit the Frog: For fear of sounding lame, I moss you already

Kermit the Frog: *Miss...damn autocorrect

You chuckled upon seeing his messages. Whatever demon possessed you to still keep that nickname in your chat, you knew you had to change it immediately. If he saw it on your first date tomorrow, you would never hear the end of it.

You: I’m awake, yes

You: And I moss you too 😉

You purposefully misspelled the word to tease him. After all, it was only in order.

Boyfie 🐸: That obnoxious Kermit nickname better be gone by tomorrow

He texted as if he’d read your mind and you gasped in surprise.

Boyfie 🐸: Or we’re having our first couple fight!!

You: How did you know?!?

Boyfie 🐸: Not my fault you keep your phone unlocked sometimes

Boyfie 🐸: I’m not kidding, change it right now 😡

You: Changed it already

You texted him back quickly, sending him a screenshot.

You: Can I at least keep the frog emoji? 🥺

Boyfie 🐸: NO!!! REMOVE IT OR WE BREAK UP 😡😡😡

You: Damnit, Hwa, your angery Aries is showing...okay, fineee

You sent another screenshot of the now changed emoji.

You: Happy now?

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Much better, princess 🤗🤗🤗

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Now go to sleep, we have early classes tomorrow

You: Wow, so bossy. Okay, sir, I’m going

Boyfie ❤️🖤💙: Good night, my baby 😘

You: Staaahp, ohmygosh. And good night, Hwa 🥺

The next morning you ran outside faster than The Flash as soon as you heard the oh-so-familiar honks. When you saw Seonghwa waiting there to pick you up, your heart did a backflip as you excitedly took the passenger seat.

“Good morning, boyfriend,” you greeted him and kissed his cheek. “This still feels so strange.”

“Well, you better get used to it, doll. Wow, you really cleaned up nicely today,” he complimented your pastel pink dress. “Not that you usually don’t! You’re always gorgeous, I just meant that you’re especially gorgeous and...nope, that also sounds wrong. Okay, I shut up now.”

“Relax,” you giggled. “It’s fine. I appreciate the effort. You don’t look so bad yourself. Oh, who am I kidding? You’re practically sex on legs 24/7. I think it’s time for me to shut up now.”

“You’re so cute when you get flustered. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Just you,” you admitted.

Once you walked into the school, it was like everyone noticed the subtle change in your dynamic. Because Seonghwa did something he never did before. He carried your bag and gave you his leather jacket! And Hwa’s friends were immediately onto you like bees to honey.

“I mean, I knew you guys were dating,” Seonghwa’s friend Yunho observed. “But I never saw the chemistry before, to be honest. Until now. I mean, come on, Y/N was like a loyal puppy, always following Hwa around.”

“Hey, don’t give him any ideas!” you joked.

“Too late. Already ordered the collar,” Seonghwa winked.

“Kinky. Can’t tell if I’m into it or want to cut off my ears,” Yunho grinned. “Probably both.”

“Nice chat, but we gotta head to class, Yu,” Seonghwa said because his friend was in a different class.

“See you for lunch?” Yunho suggested.

“Can’t. Already made plans with this little girl,” Hwa tilted his head towards you.

“Whoo, enjoy, then!”

“It’s not what it sounds like!” you groaned, feeling uncharacteristically embarassed.

“Isn’t it?” Seonghwa smirked mysteriously and pulled you towards the room you had class in.

“Nothing involving collars and puppies, I assure you!” you yelled (perhaps a little too loudly), twisting your head, not wanting to give Yunho and the rest of Seonghwa’s friends the wrong idea.

When your classes for the day were over, Seonghwa led you towards his car once again. You were a bit nervous to make a good impression on your first date. Even though it was silly. Your best friend of four years had surely made a first impression a long time ago.

“Where are we going?” you asked to break the awkward silence.

“It’s a surprise, princess. Can you be patient for me?”

“I can,” you promised dutifully and placed your tiny hand on top of his. “Anything for you, sir.”

Seonghwa lost focus on the road for the briefest of moments in order to give you a warning look. One look and that was all you needed to keep you quiet and obedient. Eventually, you realized where he was taking you. Though you hadn’t been to his place for a couple of months now, you couldn’t forget how the drive to Seonghwa’s home looked.

“I dressed myself up and we’re just going to your place?” you hmphed in playful annoyance. “So much for our glamorous first date.”

“Don’t underestimate the power of my cooking skills. Shit, I sorta ruined the surprise, didn’t I?”

“Aww, you were planning to cook for me on our first date? Hwaaa, I’ve only had you as a boyfriend for less than 24 hours and you’re already pulling out the big guns! I don’t mean to push my luck but if you’re cooking now, I’m trembling to witness our one month anniversary.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

“You’re very ambitious to think you can put up with me for an entire month.”

”Hwa, sweetie, I’ve put up with you for four years.”

“Not as your boyfriend, you haven’t.”

“We’ll talk again in 30 days,” you vowed enigmatically.

“Here we are,” Seonghwa announced once he parked in front of his home. “My parents are currently at work so you don’t need to worry about...well, anything, really.”

“What’s the supposed to mean?” for some reason his words made you even more worried.

“Nothing, I just meant you can...like, be yourself. There’s no one to impress.”

“There’s you,” you pointed out. “Don’t forget your parents already know me. And besides, you’re the only person I care about impressing.” 

“Not to stroke your ego, but you’ve already impressed me. After all, you’re the only one who’s had the audacity to compare me to a freaking muppet and survived.”

“Point taken,” you chuckled.

“Come on, let’s get inside,” Seonghwa suggested and the two of you entered his house. No matter how much you begged him to let you help with the cooking, he was insistent that he would do all the work. Said something about making up to you for the times you had to carry his bag or buy snacks to him and his friends. When you argued that you also had some making up to do for all the times you teased him a little too insensitively, he said that you agreeing to be his real girlfriend was enough to satisfy his wounded heart. Seeing that there was no point in arguing, you gave up and occupied yourself by mindlessly scrolling through social media. About an hour later, Seonghwa finally deemed his culinary masterpieces ready to be eaten. He allowed you to at least help set the table which you considered a small victory. The second you tried the first meal, you were so overwhelmed by the exquisite tastes that you spoke without thinking much.

“God, I wanna marry you.”

Seonghwa simply chuckled, amused by your unexpected reaction.

“Did I say that out loud?” you whispered, completely mortified, covering your mouth in embarassment.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Shit, I’m such a mess,” you mumbled.

“No, it’s fine. I take it as a compliment. Now, eat up before it gets cold. If my wicked plan works, you’ll have bought me a wedding ring by the time dessert arrives.”

“Truly wicked. I’m in danger,” you laughed and kept enjoying the various meals Seonghwa had prepared. 

Once the plates were empty, you felt so full and warm you couldn’t possibly move. And no, that wasn’t an exaggeration. Seonghwa had to physically carry you to the couch so that you two would re-watch Star Wars: Return of the Jedi together, warmly cuddled up under a blanket.

Suddenly, you were possessed by the urge to speak your mind and be as honest with him as possible. After hiding your true feelings for four years, now that you were finally given the chance to be yourself, you were feeling uncharacteristically brave.

“You know, even though I was messing around earlier, I had indeed daydreamed about marrying you back in our first year of high school. You were the first boy who ever treated me like I wasn’t the walking joke of the universe. The first who ever hung out with me not as a prank but because you actually saw me as a friend. When I started teasing you about your cute habits, I hope you know I never wished to hurt you. I just wanted to show you that I notice and appreciate every single detail about you. So, yeah, I really like you, Hwa. Have liked you for a long time.”

Seonghwa had paused the movie the second you started talking. And now that you were done sharing your thoughts, he seemed unable to say anything. The silence was a bit awkward so you interrupted it once again.

“I’m sorry, that was silly. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable so early in our re-”

This time, he interrupted you with a kiss, pulling you into his lap, just like the good old days. You smiled into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him.

“It wasn’t silly. I appreciate you saying all that,” Seonghwa reassured you. “And for the record, I know you meant well with all the teasing. In a sense, a part of me even suspected that you liked me back. But I was also feeling a bit insecure. I kept thinking that you could do so much better than go out with dorky Kermit guy who has an obsession with tidying up, you know? That you deserved someone else. But I couldn’t allow anyone else to be that someone. So, I changed myself.”

“Maybe you did change a little. But in my heart, you’re always going to be my Frog Prince Hwa.”

“I hate you so much,” he rolled his eyes.

“Naw, you don’t.”

“Fine. I hate that you’re right.”

Things between you and Seonghwa were going great. It had been three months since you two started dating for real. He was super attentive and caring towards you. However, you were a bit bummed out since not much changed compared to his behaviour as your best friend and as your boyfriend. Sure, you did start kissing each other and occasionally making out (which wasn’t exactly a best friend activity). But there was one thing that still had not happened. And the more time passed, the more anxious you felt to bring it up.

One evening, you had miraculously convinced your parents to let you have a sleepover at Seonghwa’s place. After insisting that nothing out of the ordinary was going on between you two and even if something unusual did happen (which you highly doubted but secretly hoped for), you were going to use protection (and no, you were certainly not referring to Seonghwa’s collection of action figures who carried weapons).

As you and your boyfriend were enjoying your snacks while watching TV from the comfort of his bed, you couldn’t help but finally raise the question that had been tormenting your mind for a while now.

“S-seonghwa...do you not find me attractive?”

“What the hell are you asking me that for? Would you be my girlfriend if I didn’t find you attractive?”

“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never dated anyone before so...I was just wondering if there’s a particular reason why we still haven’t...taken things to the next level?”

“The next level?” he chuckled. “Relationships aren’t video games. And to answer your question, the reason’s actually the exact opposite of your concerns. We haven’t done anything more than making out because I find you ridiculously attractive. And it’s taking every last inch of my self-restraint to not pressure you into something you’re not comfortable with. I just wanted to wait until you’re ready.”

“Ready? So you knew that I haven’t...with anyone...yet?” you purposefully left out some words because you were feeling incredibly shy discussing this with Seonghwa.

“Of course I knew, princess. You’re my best friend. And my girlfriend.”

“Well, that’s a relief, at least. That you’re not repulsed by my...inexperience.”

“Why would I be when we’re in the same boat?”

“We are?” you whispered in shock.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Seonghwa laughed. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you since forever. Did you honestly think I would just screw anyone else?”

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t have options,” you pointed out, referring to all the potential love interests swarming around him like bees. “Unlike me.”

“Are you regretful, little girl?” he inquired, running a lazy finger across your cheek. “Jealous?”

“No, I just...want to be the best for you, sir,” you confessed nervously.

“You’re already the best I could hope for,” Seonghwa responded and kissed you hungrily, burying his hands into your hair.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” you curiously needed to know. “That you haven’t either...”

“It’s not something that comes up in everyday conversation?” he pointed out. “What was I supposed to say? Hi, bestie, let’s have lunch together. Oh and by the way, I’m a hopeless virgin pining over you?”

“You’re right,” you laughed. “It would have made things awkward.”

“Now, unless you have any other pressing issues, I suggest we go back to kissing.”

And without giving you the time to argue, Seonghwa devoured your lips rightaway, gently pushing you down so that your back hit the sheets. Then, he started slowly taking off your jeans. Anxiously trembling under his vigorous touch, you placed a hand against his chest. He immediately noticed and put a temporary halt to his ministrations.

“We don’t have to do this right now,” he comforted you with all the seriousness in his voice.

“No, I want to, I swear,” you nodded eagerly.

“Princess, you’re literally shaking,” Seonghwa remarked.

“What’s wrong with me?” you sighed.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect. Tell me to stop if you feel even the slightest hint of hesitation or discomfort and I will, I promise.”

“I know you would, Hwa. I trust you. But even if I’m a bit nervous, I want to do this with you. Please?”

“Well, I can’t deny you since you’re asking so nicely,” he grinned and continued where he left off. “Can I get rid of these?” Seonghwa inquired, carefully pushing your panties to the side.

“Yes, you can do anything to me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you really shouldn’t have said that,” he chuckled darkly and tore your underwear savagely. You couldn’t even gather the energy to complain about the ruination of your new pair, you were far too turned on by Seonghwa’s aggressive nature to care. He didn’t waste any more time, grabbing your thighs to hold them in place, he began licking your pussy with his tongue and stimulating it with his long fingers. It didn’t take long for you to start squirming beneath his touch, helplessly moaning his name. He didn’t cease his merciless movements until you reached your orgasm. When your breathing finally eased, you gathered the energy to speak again:

“I thought you said you’ve never done this before? How were you so...so...”

“So good?” Seonghwa smirked confidently and bit his lower lip. “I mean...I’ve seen videos. Read some things here and there.”

“Honestly? I think you’re a god.”

“You’ll have to stop complimenting me so much or I’ll develop a god complex,” he joked. “What do you want to do next, baby?”

“I want to suck you off,” you mumbled.

“Who taught you such dirty language?”

“Hey! I read, too,” you pouted and assuredly made your way towards the carpet next to his bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Seonghwa asked.

“Aren’t I supposed to kneel in order to pleasure you, sir?”

“Princesses never kneel,” he instructed and got up from the bed, urging you to lie down with your head hanging from the very edge of the bed and make yourself comfortable. “Open up that pretty little mouth for me, will you?”

You did as he asked obediently and even went the extra mile to stick your tongue out. Unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the side, Seonghwa was quick to follow your wishes and let his cock spring free from his jeans. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his monstrous size. Seeing your worries if it will fit reflected in your eyes, he expressed his concern for you:

“Are you sure about this?”

“Please, please, I need you,” you whimpered without thinking, eager to have a taste. Without making you wait any longer, Seonghwa pushed the tip of his cock inside, gently letting your cheeks get used to the unfamiliar feeling. Slowly, he went deeper, allowing you to acquaint yourself with the stretch. When you kept blinking at him in anticipation, he realized you were ready for more and began moving faster, fucking into your mouth at a steady pace. As he neared his high, his motions became less controlled you were sucking more intently, impatient to swallow every last drop of him.

“Shit, I’m going to-” he attempted to break away, but you managed to wrap your hands at the back of his legs in order to keep his cock inside your mouth. 

Seconds later, he released his cum and you began drinking it thirstily. When you had made certain that no drop was wasted, you finally let go of his legs, allowing your boyfriend’s dick to dangle freely outside of your mouth.

“You’re fucking incredible,” Seonghwa praised you and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. “My incredible girl.”

“I’m only yours, sir,” you mumbled, way too affected by him.

“You like this, don’t you?” he mocked you teasingly.

“Yes, sir, I want to belong to you,” you whimpered and turned around to pull him back into bed.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Seonghwa smiled fondly and took a mysterious package out of the back pocket of his jeans. Soon enough, you realized what it was, as he started lining up the condom on his cock.

“Oooh, I brought one of those, as well!” you exclaimed in surprise.

“You came here on a mission, didn’t you? Wicked little thing,” he tsked in fake disapproval.

“It’s not my fault you’re walking around like an Adonis,” you defended yourself boldly.

“You’re one to speak. Freaking goddess,” Seonghwa complimented you and slowly began unbuttoning your shirt you had somehow forgotten you were still wearing. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, always making sure you were feeling safe.

“More than okay,” you consented. Left in nothing but your baby pink bra, you unintentionally shivered at the sudden cold air surrounding you. Soon after that, Seonghwa undid the clasps and you were now only wearing your birthday suit. Feeling a bit timid, you self-consciously covered your breasts and broke eye contact with your boyfriend.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” he pressed the palm of his hand against your cheek. “Do you want to stop?”

You weakly shook your head and somehow managed to gather the strength to look into his beautifully dark eyes once again.

“Then, let me see you, yeah?” Seonghwa nudged your hands away gently. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

You blushed at his sudden praise and allowed him to have a look. But seconds later, you were getting a bit impatient.

“Please, Hwa, I want you so much.”

“Anything for my princess,” he chuckled and coaxed his tip at your entrance slowly. When you gave him a sign he could go deeper, his movements became bolder. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

“M-more, sir, I swear I can do this,” you begged as you were beginning to unravel beneath him. As he fucked you faster into oblivion, you were no longer thinking straight and his name was the only word you were capable of uttering. Over and over again. Until you both came, blissfully lost in each other’s arms.

“Here, let me clean you up,” Seonghwa offered sweetly, picking you up with little effort and carrying you to the bathtub. 

When he started shampooing your hair, rubbing body lotion into your sensitive skin and covering your neck with soft kisses, you couldn’t stop your tears from falling, touched by his infinite tenderness and by the sheer intimacy of the gesture.

“Darling, are you crying?” he questioned you upon hearing your hiccups.

“N-no,” you lied but it was useless, because it was quite obvious you were, in fact, bawling your eyes out.

“Did I hurt you, my sweet princess?” Seonghwa asked in concern.

“How...how could you think that?” you whimpered. “You’ve been nothing but kind and caring towards me. It’s just that...this is the first time I’ve felt so...special, so worthy, so...”

“Loved?” he offered the word you had been seeking for but had been too scared to utter out loud.

“Y-yeah,” you confirmed shyly. “Is it too early to say this? I’m sorry if it is but...I love you, Seonghwa.”

He simply stared at you in disbelief for a couple of seconds. This time, you were once again the one to break the deafening silence.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just...I wanted you to know. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way but-”

“I love you too, baby. Of course I do,” Seonghwa reassured you. “And I’m not just saying it, I don’t feel obliged to say it. As my best friend, you know me better than anyone else. And you know I don’t do things unless I want to. So, believe me when I say this.”

“Fuck,” you uttered and only started crying harder in his arms.

“Shhh, you’re safe with me, sweetheart. I would never harm you,” he comforted you and stroked your hair lovingly, putting all your worries and self-doubts at the very back of your head.

After you were all dried up from the bath and had put on your boyfriend’s shirt while he was still in the shower, you were feeling uncharacteristically confident. Confident enough to look for something you hadn’t seen for a while. You had been wondering if he had it hanging around somewhere in his wardrobe. And after a short period of rummaging you found your treasure. The green hoodie. The Kermit hoodie. You smiled mischievously as you changed into it. It still smelled like him, you beamed. Back when he was simply your best friend, the amount of times you had fantasized about him lending it to you should have been illegal. So now that you had been promoted to his girlfriend, you simply couldn’t let such an opportunity pass you by.

Once Seonghwa got out of the shower, water droplets running down the divine skin on his bare chest, you were too busy staring at him in all his beauty and glory to notice the angry look on his face.

“How did you even find this? It was hidden so well in my wardrobe,” he scowled.

“Don’t be mad,” you pouted adorably. “I look so cute in it, right?”

“Cuter than me, that’s for sure,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes and tickled your belly.

“That’s impossible, you make the cutest Kermit,” you giggled, enjoying how easy it was to get on his nerves.

“You’ll never let me live this down, will you?” he groaned.

“Never ever, my stunning Frog Prince,” you vowed and kissed him quickly, taking him by surprise. His eyes widened in shock and he seemed too flustered to continue scolding you.

“You’re in luck today. Nothing can ruin my good mood,” Seonghwa was determined.

“Great,” you grinned gleefully. “Cause from now on, I intend on making all your days filled with joy.”

“From now on?” he chuckled sarcastically. “Oh, princess, my days have been filled with nothing but joy ever since I met you.”

And indeed, both Seonghwa’s days and yours were nothing but pure happiness ever since you decided to make your relationship real. And despite his foolish statement that he no longer wanted to be your best friend, you had somehow managed to convince him that he was both your boyfriend and bestie and that was perfectly okay. As if in the blink of an eye, spring came which meant that the whole school was in nervous excitement about the upcoming prom. Generally, you weren’t the type to get overwhelmed about such a trivial topic. But now that you were dating Seonghwa, the most popular guy in the school, you couldn’t help but worry a little. What if he wanted to go with someone else? Someone equal in “status”? Your worries and insecurities further intensified when he started asking questions in a weird way.

“I need your help,” Seonghwa blurted out over lunch.

“Shoot.”

“Okay, so, I have this friend. And he really likes this girl and wants to ask her to prom. What do you think would make her happy?”

You blinked in surprise. You knew that when people pulled the “I’m just asking for a friend” card, they were most likely talking about themselves. Was he seriously thinking of inviting another girl to prom? You tensed a little but tried really hard to remain neutral in your answer and actually make an attempt to help your bestie.

“I mean, all girls are different,” you reasoned. “If you describe her to me, maybe I’ll be able to give a more appropriate suggestion.”

“She’s a bit like you. You know, kinda bookish and-”

“It’s alright, Seonghwa, you can say it. I’m a nerd.”

“Well, yes, but...”

“It’s not exactly a slur,” you chuckled coldly.

“I know, but that’s what your bullies in middle school called you. I didn’t mean to sound insensitive,” Hwa put his hand on top of yours in a gentle, comforting manner.

“It’s fine when if you say it,” you smiled. “I won’t get offended.”

“I was going to say my friend’s crush is intelligent like you but, oh well.”

“That does sound better, I admit,” you giggled.

“She’s also a bit shy and introverted so maybe she wouldn’t enjoy a public promposal. Crowds tend to make her nervous,” Seonghwa observed.

“Seems like you didn’t need my help after all,” you scoffed playfully.

“No, I do! I still haven’t come up with an actual way to propose. I mean, for my friend.”

“Right. Your friend. Well, he can’t go wrong with some poetry under her balcony. If she has one, that is.”

“I’m pretty sure she does.” Seonghwa smirked. “Alright, thanks.”

He jumped from his seat, not even having finished his lunch.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I gotta prepare my friend’s promposal,” he shrugged and disappeared from your sight, leaving you a bit crest-fallen. If he was intending on asking you, he wouldn’t have turned to you for help, right? That would sorta ruin the element of surprise, wouldn’t it? And yet, you knew that Seonghwa wasn’t the type to care about people’s opinions and randomly ask a more popular girl out because of public demand. And he definitely wasn’t the kind of person to just date you for kicks and then ditch you at prom. Despite those very logical reasons, you couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

A week later, you realized all your worries had been for nothing. It was a Sunday morning and you had just finished having breakfast with your family. You were leisurely reading on your bed when you heard some suspicious noises coming from your window. You looked up from your book and you could swear you saw tiny rocks hitting the glass! You jumped up angrily, half-expecting to find a bunch of neighbour kids pulling a prank. But you were surprised when you spotted your boyfriend standing under your balcony. Wearing his iconic green hoodie.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, though a hopeful part of you already knew the answer.

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,” he recited diligently in a song-like manner.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his overdramatic acting but it was the effort that touched you immensely.

“And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!” he continued sweetly.

You were so in love with this man it was insane.

“Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return,” Seonghwa kept going.

You couldn’t resist the urge to leap off the balcony. It was just the second floor so what could possibly go wrong? Other than a scraped knee and a bit of a limp. God, you were such an idiot.

“Shit, are you okay?” Seonghwa asked in terror and wrapped his arms around you.

��The excruciating pain is worth it if I get to hug you like this,” you grinned, leaning against him for support.

“Why couldn’t you just walk down the stairs like a normal person?”

“And what’s romantic about that?” you joked. “Jumping off a balcony makes for a much better story.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Only for you, my sweet Frogmeo!” you teased and kissed his cheek.

“Wait, I wasn’t finished!” Seonghwa exclaimed excitedly, not bothering to act offended about your obsession with him and that Kermit hoodie. “There was something about cheeks, I swear.”

“See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!” you helped him out dutifully.

“O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!” he finished proudly and placed his palm against your cheek.

“Only you could possibly mix Romeo and Juliet with The Frog Prince and somehow make it work,” you praised him.

“Does that mean you’ll go to prom with me?” Seonghwa tilted his head to the side adorably.

“Of course I will, baby,” you responded happily.

“Thank God, ‘cause learning that monologue drained my soul and brain,” he whistled playfully.

“You know, you had me worried there for a second,” you confessed reluctantly, because you didn’t want to keep any secrets from your doting boyfriend.

“When?” Seonghwa asked in confusion.

“Lunchtime. A week ago. When you asked me for advice. I thought that...”

“That I would ask someone else?” he correctly guessed your suspicions. And you nodded. “Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?”

“No, you’re perfect. In fact, too perfect. It makes me feel like I don’t deserve you.”

Seonghwa smiled sadly and kissed the top of your head. But he wasn’t angry with you. Just wanted to erase those silly thoughts from your mind.

“You deserve so much more, princess. But I’ll try my best to give you all I can.”

“As will I,” you promised and mischievously pulled the drawstrings on his hoodie, making his face squished adorably.

“If this is the best you’re capable of, I dread to see your worst,” he shook his head in amusement.

“Prince Frogmeo and the Nerdy Princess,” you sighed wistfully. “That would make a hell of a fairy tale, wouldn’t it?”

“How about Kermit the Frog whoops the Princess’s ass for being a brat?” Seonghwa threatened jokingly.

“You know what? I wouldn’t say no to that,” you giggled and started running away from him. “If you catch me first!”

Prom night arrived and despite all the preparations and excitements around it, it was nothing special in itself. What made it special, however, were the moments you spent with Seonghwa. Just dancing and talking seemed to be enough to make your heart leap with joy. And the smile never left your face the entire night.

“School’s really ending, huh?” you spoke aloud without thinking, while you were swaying slightly to the music in your boyfriend’s arms.

“This isn’t the end of us. We’ll go to college, we’ll grow up. The best is yet to come, darling.”

“You know what I meant,” you replied, a hint of sadness tinging your tone. “In college, I’ll study Literature, you’ll study Music. We’ll no longer be able to sit next to each other in class or exchange notes or hold hands under the desk.”

“We’ll do all sorts of other things,” Seonghwa responded cheerfully, trying to think positive. “We’ll have study dates in college, we’ll visit new restaurants and make more memories together. Just because high school is over, doesn’t mean we are. I’m not giving up on my best friend ever.”

“Your girlfriend,” you corrected him playfully.

“My best friend,” he repeated. “You were right. Being in love with each other doesn’t nullify our friendship. Both are equally important to me. You are the most important to me.”

“God, Hwa, how can you say such things so easily?”

“Is your heart fluttering?” your boyfriend and best friend teased you, swirling you around while dancing. You were met with his beautiful dark gaze again as he murmured: “Hi, princess.”

“H-hi, S-seonghwa,” you chuckled in response.

And you were finally home.

The End

[weeb-writor]

Bakugou Meets his Future Kids

Hiya! Long time no see! So I’ve been gone a while and today I was actually supposed to post the last part in the Aizawa mini series. That wont happen today because unfortunately even though me and my whole family have been super safe and only go to work and home I did test positive for Covid-19. I'm okay though just really drained and this was easier for me to finish. I'm hoping to have the Christmas fic up by the 28th at the latest, so sorry about that! For now I hope you can enjoy this! The kids do call reader mommy but there is no assigned gender! Anyone, any gender can be a mom!

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

He meets his kids from the future in a troubling way

Words: 1896

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It was supposed to be a normal day and it was for about 10 seconds. About 11 seconds in Bakugou had somehow been wrapped into a trip to the mall with most of the class. Bakugou prided himself on being a strong immovable boulder but when you asked could he come… lets say he had a temporary weakness. Now here he was at the food court as you all argued over what to eat.

“Is there a place that sells soba?” Todoroki asked.

“Even if there is, we aren't eating there! You always eat that!” Mina said, pointing at the boy who looked back a little deflated.

“I think we’ll be okay getting soba, his obsession with soba is super cute!” you said with a small laugh. This had Bakugou craning his neck. Only ever eating one thing was not cute, how could you think that!

“Like hell we are, Come on Y/n were getting a burger.” Bakugou said standing and pulling you away you didn't get far before you all heard someone crying and yelling. You and the rest of the class looked at each other once before you dashed in the direction of the cries. Arriving on the scene you see 3 kids surrounding a boy who was crying while one was holding back a girl who seemed to be crying in anger. 

“Hey what the hell is going on here?” Kirishima said in a scolding tone. The kids turn around and pale probably recognizing the group of soon to be Pro-Heroes.

“Nothing we should be going, later losers.” The kids said quickly scattering into the crowds at the mall. The girl quickly ran to the boy's side still crying.

“It's alright, you don't have to cry, I have a first aid kit if that helps.” You said trying to console the kids. At your voice both of the kids looked up at you before tackling you in a crushing hug, sobbing even more. You looked up at your class confused; they only shrugged at you.

“Mommy! I'm sorry, I took Hiroyuki from school and we followed you and then we got hit with that big scary guy's quirk and then we ended up here and we been here for like 2 days. I'm sorry!!” The girl cried, rubbing her eyes furiously.

“Uh um sweetheart, I'm sorry you got lost but my teachers will help you. We’ll find your parents I promise.” You said rubbing her checks.

“But you're our mommy.” The young girl sniffled.

“I'm not, you must be confused. I'm L/n.” You said, smiling at them as they seemed to tear up.

“That's not funny mommy, stop joking right now.” The girl said, shaking her head, more tears spilling from her eyes.

“Sorry kid they aren't joking, L/n doesn't have any kids.” Denki said, crouching to meet her eyes.

“Are you mad cause we didn't listen? Are you gonna send us away?” The girl said, beginning to cry even more.

“Stop making my sister cry!!” The boy said with tears in his eyes, the tears were short lived as explosion went off all around them. Everyone looked at Bakugou who was quietly watching

“It's not me, it's one of them.” He said with his teeth gritted. The class didn't have time to figure it out as the explosion stopped and they saw their teacher next to them.

“It’s always something with you guys. Hey kids I'm gonna need you to come with me so we can sort this out.” He said offering his hands to them which they didn't hesitate to take. The walk back to the school was relatively short and quiet. Now they were all sitting outside of recovery girls office waiting on some kind of news.

“I think i know what's happened. They kept calling you mom, right?” You nodded at her with a small smile.

“Well while I was trying to heal them I asked them some questions to make sure their heads were on straight. Their answers were very much incorrect to us but also not completely insane. For Example Dynamight, Deku, and Shoto are all top 10 heroes. The league of villains are no more and I'm dead. I examined their bodies and it seems they were hit with a time travel quirk from the looks of it. Not sure when it will wear off but my best recommendation is for them to remain under L/n and Easerheads care, I will check for any signs of it wearing off, every other day.”

“Huh? Is Easerhead their dad! Do you and L/n get married in the future?! That's kind of kinky…” Mineta said with a gross smile

“No, you creepy child. It seems they do like him though.” Recovery girl said with a sigh. You thanked her and went into the room.

“Hey, did recovery girl explain what happened to you guys?” You said as you approached them.

“Uh huh she said we went in the past to where you and papa were students. Like in the pictures on the walls.” The girl said.

“Mhm very good, so can you tell me your names? Then we can go hang out with my friends and eat something!” You said with a smile.

“Hiroyuki…” the boy mumbled.

“I’m Kaori!” The young girl cheered at you. You thanked them and guided you out the door and found your friends and teacher waiting. You led them to the dorm lunge where food was waiting on them.

“So which one of you have an explosion quirk?” Kirishima said as the kids were eating.

“We both do, kind of.” The girl said absentmindedly. “Mom says I make explosions from the heat of the food I eat, I like spicy stuff.” She said with a smile.

“Oh okay cool! But no spicy stuff for you.” Denki laughed at the girl who wasn't exactly happy.

“What about you, little guy?” Sero asked the younger one. The little boy looked at Sero before burying his face in his hands and shaking his head.

“Yuki, has a really cool quirk! Mom says he works like a gas stove! He leaks this stuff that's like propane! Then he can ignite it based on how he is feeling! Angry or emotional means bigger explosions! It comes from his pores or his hand.” The girl chimed in for her brother. He was upset at her words and ran to Aizawa.

“Sorry, we didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!” Mina said as she couched to the level of the boy who further hid his face into Aizawa legs.

“It's okay, kid, Bakugou has an explosive quirk, it's cool!” Denki said with his flashy smile.

“We don't care about that old man's quirk!” The girl said fresh tears on his face.

“What’d you say you little brat?! I’m not an old man!” Bakugou roared back to Kaori.

“You are a mean old man and I hate you! Its all your fault I'm stuck here without my real mom and papa! I hate you! I hate you so much Papa!” The little girl roared back before running back to you crying.

“Papa?” Kirishima echoed quietly.

“Kaori, you shouldn't yell at people or tell them you hate them it's a mean and strong word.” You said crouching down to her level and stroking her cheek.

“B-but it's all his fault. He said me and Hiroyuki were weak and and we couldn't do much because we're kids and it's best for us to stay out of Hero’s way! Like were burdens!” She said growing further agitated.

“And I was right, you followed your mom and you both got hurt when you shouldn't have been near the battle anyway.” He said with a frown.

“But that doesn't mean we are useless and can't do anything by ourselves! WE ARENT DUMB!” She yelled back at him.

“Future me didn't say you were dumb, he, I just want you to be safe. It's best for you and your brother to stay out of the way for now. However, that doesn't mean your a burden or dumb.” Bakugou said seriously. The little girl didn't say anything further and just threw herself into her your arms. Hiroyuki came from in between Aizawa’s legs and also threw himself at you.

“Okay enough mingling for today I guess, time for bed! I’ll be right back guys.” You said as you carried both kids off to your dorms with surprising grace. Once you were gone the group turned to Bakugou.

“Papa, huh Bakugou?!” Denki said with a chuckle.

“It's too surprising! I didn't even know you had a crush on L/N!” Mina said with a pout.

“Really? it was pretty obvious Bakubro had a crush though. Literal tiny explosions go whenever L/n is near.” Kirishima said with a cute head tilt.

“The hell they do.” Bakugou said angrily.

“No they do, I’ve had to stop them a few times now.” Aizawa said with his weird grin.

“I can't believe it though, they are so cute! Kaori is so much like you and I cant believe Hiroyuki’s quirk is so kickass!” Sero said rubbing the back of there necks.

“Well of course they got kickass quirks. With me and L/N as parents there’s no way they wouldn't!” Bakugou said flushed red.

“I'm just glad you cleared up everything with them. It would be pretty bad if they went back mad at the future you, or thinking something damaging like that.” Deku said with a sigh. Finally you were back with no kids, at least it looked like you didn’t have kids.

“So this parenting shit is pretty hard!!” You said as two figures came from behind your legs. They blushed before pointing to Bakugou and then back at your dorm.

“Use your words.” Bakugou said, cocking an eyebrow at the flustered kids.

“Story, Papa.” Hiroyuki slurred out.

“I'm sorry for saying I hate you… I didn't mean it.” The young girl said softly

“You better be, that's a strong word. Now let's go to bed.” Bakugou said nonchalantly as he picked up both kids and walked back to your dorm. The kids remained with you two for about a week and half. You learned lots like you and Bakugou have twins on the way and still want at least one more. Hiroyuki loves Aizawa because he is able to keep his quirk under control around him and they both have an addiction to cats. Bakugou is indeed amazing at everything except anger management. When they left it was during one of your cuddle sessions and boy did you cry like a baby.

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“It’s been almost 2 weeks, where could they be?? What if they’re…” You said into Bakugou's chest.

“They’re fine, okay? Our brats are tough so wherever they ended up in time doesn't matter they’ll kick anyone's ass.” Bakugou said, trying to console you. You didn't get a chance to respond before you dogs went crazy at the knock at the door. You yelled for however it was to come in and you thought your mind was playing tricks on you.

“Don't worry they are just drowsy.” Aizawa said with the two kids in his capture weapon trailing behind him. Bakugou was the first to move and was on his knees, in tears in seconds.

“You idiots! Never, ever do that again.” He said hugging him like his life depended on it.

[kookieswan]

Amaranth Part V - Buttercup

Apprentice!Jungkook x Royal!Reader (f)

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Fluff-ish, Humor, a tad bit of Angst. Warning for mention of attempted physical harm against MC.

Summary: Awaiting much needed answers, the Dark Mage asks you about love and you have nothing to say in return.

Note: Yes this took me forever to get out. I rewrote it multiple times. I am sorry lol

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“Since we’re almost home, I’d just like to thank everyone for staying quiet and not disturbing the peace.” The peace being Namjoon. His voice rings out through the car, which had, in fact, been quiet till he said anything. There’s a chorus of different replies, mostly ones of defiance. Should have just kept his mouth quiet, the lovable dolt.

Your group had decided to leave as soon as possible now that you collected Yoongi, mostly because you being out of the capitol for so long was a huge risk. A risk you wish you could take more often really, but you stayed silent as Namjoon quietly spoke with your guardians. It’s like your little vacation was over just as quickly as it started. Sigh.

“Yeah, it’s not like you threatened to feed us to a ravenous Jin when we get home or anything Joonie.” Namjoon glares very pointedly back to where you and Jungkook sit, eyes narrowed into thin slits. You smile and wave back kindly as Jungkook makes a silly face into the mirror, nose scrunched cutely like a bunny. You’ll never admit how much fun you have teasing the poor man, and it doesn’t help that Kookie always eggs you on.

“Soooo… what’s your favorite color Yoongi?” Jungkook shifts underneath you, arms wrapped lightly around your waist. You sit idly on his lap as Namjoon continues to drive down the road, carrying the whole group back to the capital in a cramped little car. A sigh leaves your advisors lips, disappointed, but not surprised. He’s been grumpy all day, not happy in the least about having to drive. You had offered, but almost everyone had sad no immediately. Losers.

“I cannot see color.” Yoongi sits in the front seat next to Namjoon, facing forward, back straight as he stares into nothing, or maybe everything. You’re surprised he’s even acknowledging Kookie at this point, he’s made his dissatisfaction clear (although you think he secretly likes him. A trill rings through the car and you glance to the left to see Jimin running his hand through Tae’s mused hair affectionately.

The taller of your guardians has got a protective barrier set over the car, mostly to keep you protected but also to prevent being tracked. It’s probably taking a lot out of him, so Jimin’s comfort is likely a nice distraction. A secret smile comes to your face, happy to see them acting natural even in front of a stranger. If Yoongi minds, he doesn’t say anything.

“Soooo… What can you see? Just shapes or outlines…? I mean, you can see some things, right? You walk around easily…” Jungkook leans in closer, pushing you both forward in the cars small space. Ever the curious one, you hope it doesn’t bite him in the ass one day. Jimin bristles next to where you sit, hand coming down to slap Jungkook on his hip lightly. His wings flutter from where they’re trapped behind him, giving away his annoyance. Jimin’s promptly ignored as Yoong glances over his shoulder slightly.

“I can see you, sadly.” A tiny giggle leaves you then as the Mage turns back around, unable to hold it back at the smugness of the answer. Jungkook scoffs lightly before poking your sides, making you laugh even harder. He nuzzles the back of you neck hastily with his cute nose to tickle you more before sitting back, arms wrapping tighter around your waist. You dare say he makes a better seatbelt than the real thing with how strong his arms are.

“I am curious, how do you see if your eyes don’t work like normal?” Yoongi likes you for whatever reason, so you decide to test the waters and see if he’ll actually answer you. He doesn’t have much of a reason not to, but maybe it’s a sore subject. He doesn’t hesitate to answer though, deep voice floating across the car.

“I can ‘see’ with my elemental energy. I push it out or pull it in, but it works independently like a normal set of eyes would. I used to have to try, but it’s second nature now and happens naturally.” You want to ask how it happened, how he lost his sight, but refrain out of politeness. Perhaps another time. Glancing out the window, you almost get lost in the scenery before his raspy voice interrupts you again.

“May I ask you a question, Highness?” The man turns around in his seat slowly , face parallel to yours almost. It’s now that you can see the scaring around his eyes properly, just how pale he is as veins run across his paper-like skin. You tell him to go for it almost immediately, curious to know what he’d like to know. He’s been so quiet till this point after all…

“I don’t get out often, that much is obvious, I’m sure. From what I’ve head though, there have been whispering of a marriage in your future. Are any of them true?” A very undignified snort leaves you then, answering his question without any words. Marriage… something you’ve been avoiding for a good few years now. Jungkook flexes his hands in your waist, cheek resting against your shoulder. He knows how you feel, they all do. The rest of your entourage remains quiet though.

“No. There’ll be no wedding in the foreseeable future… or ever preferably. I’d like to think I can take over things by myself just fine when the time comes.” You’ll never get to pursue love how you want to, so you’ll never pursue it at all. Better to avoid all the shit now than fall down a deep hole you can’t crawl out of. Plus, if anyone thinks you need a man by your side to function, they’re dead wrong.

Your uncle had already tried on a few different occasions to get you interested in someone. He had brought over princes from other lands, all of them snooty men with zero personality. One by one, they had all tried to court you…

And failed miserably.

Jungkook and Namjoon were always there to pick you up when things went badly, your guardians not far behind. Things always went badly because you never accepted the offered courtship which would lead to a less than happy prince. One had even tried to strike you for your ‘insolence’. Jungkook had seen. The prince was lucky he didn’t die.

You can’t recall ever seeing Kookie that mad, it’s almost like he was a different person. His energy flaring dangerously, fire rising from his hands so quickly like second nature… There hasn’t been a single suitor to visit you since, likely for the betterment of their health. Good riddance to them all.

It’s always been a ruse, true love would never exist in your area of royalty. Even if it did, it would never last. Your father and mother had been in love, truly smitten with each other, but look how that turned out for them. Your uncle had married as well, but it was for naught as his wife died of sickness soon after. Now he’s a cranky old man that doesn’t make the time of day for anyone.

“I see. I didn’t think any of the whispering had merit, not truly. You seem too strong willed, too much like your father, to accept a husband or wife blindly.” Jungkook laughs quietly at the double meaning of his words. It’s true though, you’d rather disappear than marry some random idiot to please the masses. If you uncle was loud about you marrying, then the general public was like an echo chamber of screams. Humming a bit, you decided to shoot back the question, and save the comment about your father for later.

“What about you? Have you ever married? Had a significant other?” Jimin and Taehyung both peer toward the front of the car curiously as the Mage shifts in his seat. Tae sneezes suddenly before Jimin coos, pinching his cheek cutely before offering him a tissue. Where the hell had he got s tissue? Yoongi remains silent for a bit, and you shift uncertainly on your human seat. Perhaps you shouldn’t have asked, but it only seems fair.

“I had a lover… once. It’s been a long while since I’ve seen him but I think we’ll meet again sometime soon.” Well that’s cryptic. You know that Yoongi’s on the older side, so his list of lovers could be long as hell and yet, only one. It’s not like he’s a bad looking guy, though he is kind of a recluse. Huh.

Seeing the capital on the horizon, you decided to stay quiet for the rest of the way there. The talk of marriage hangs overhead, creating a bit of a sour cloud. You say you won’t marry, you don’t want to marry… but do you really have the choice…?

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“Yes, well, we’re finally home and I’m free of all of you for the next 24 hours so goodbye.” Namjoon tries his best to wander off as soon as he’s out of the car, any responsibility for you completely forgotten, but Jungkook won’t have it. He latches on to the taller man easily, whining about a goodbye hug at the very least as Namjoon pleads for a quick death. Deserved after trying to leave you all by yourself.

“Come on Namjoon, just give me a lil’ goodbye kiss!” There’s an unprecedented amount of cackling occurring as Jimin and Tae dance past you, hand in hand as the make their way up the stars to the entrance of the building. There’s actually sparkles surrounding the two of them, likely Jimin’s doing. You know he’s sad to be away from nature, but he has a connection to the city as well that he tied to well. Of course, Tae will follow him anywhere and everywhere he pleases.

You follow silently, Yoongi nearly glued to your side as your advisor and best friend (fiend) continue to bicker. You don’t mind, there’s a lot to take in and he probably hasn’t been here for a while. It’s pretty at least, with huge willowy trees and flowers blooming on either side, sprites floating across the air lazily. It’s too bad it’s not dark yet, it’s so much prettier then against the stone of the building.

You’re not sure why Yoongi’s here still, but maybe you can give him a tour at some point, show him around after he’s finished his business. He’s been here before, yes, but things have changed in the last hundred years or so. The garden, for example, is run completely by you now, and judging by the one that he had at his own home, he may like to see it.

“Hello!” Glancing up the stairs of the entranceway, you’re greeted by none other than Seokjin waving you down. You’re surprised he’s even awake midday, but then again, it’s not surprising that he’s here to meet you. Always wanting the latest gossip, this one. He had looked almost perturbed when you had mentioned that you were going to visit the Dark Mage.

Jin comes tumbling down the stairs quickly, a wiz in the air, and you can see now that he’s dyed his hair yet again. Pink this time, a far cry from the dark brown it had been before. Charming, but then again, he always is.

“Hey, your uncle told me to meet with you after you get back! How was you guy’s tr- Yoongi!?” Jins crimson eyes widen almost comically as he takes in the man beside you. A twisted look of satisfaction falls over the dark mages face as you glance at him, his mouth curled into a smirk. He takes a few steps forward, slowly and calculated, and peers into Seokjins soul as if it’s a snack. Yoongi’s energy ripples forth like a tidal wave, goosebumps washing over your body unwillingly. Well then.

“Hello, lover.”

[waitimcomingtoo]

The Proposal ~ T.H

chapter three: the family

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After eating a late lunch with Toms family in their backyard, you silently listened to them catch up for the next few hours. You couldn’t help but feel guilty every time someone mentioned how long it had been since he’d been home. It was your fault that he was always busy, and you made a mental note to give him more vacation days if everything worked out.

“Well, we’re pretty beat.” Tom said suddenly as he patted your knee. “We should get some sleep.”

“Right.” You stood up and collected some dishes. “Thank you for the food. It was delicious.”

“I cooked it.” Sam piped up and caught a plate that you almost dropped. “I got this.”

“Thanks.” You smiled at him and followed him into the kitchen.

“Look at her.” Nikki gushed. “She has better manners than Paddy.”

“Yeah.” Tom watched you and Sam interact with a small smile. “Shes great.”

Once you helped clean the plates, you followed Tom back to his childhood bedroom.

“Sorry about cutting the day short.” He said once the door was closed. “I figured you needed a break from pretending to like me.”

You stopped looking around his room and looked at him curiously. It hadn’t occurred to you that he was just saying he was tired to save you from any more social interaction. You wanted to thank him for it, but decided against it and looked away.

“Hm.” You hummed as you looked around.

“What?” He wondered.

“Well judging by the decor, you were clearly a loser in high school.” You said simply. “I don’t see any trophies or medals.”

“You’re so sweet.” He said sarcastically. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

“Yeah. Lucky you.” You smirked at him. “That story you told was really good, by the way. The one about our first kiss.”

You may be a little mean, but you always have credit when it was due. And he had saved the two of you earlier that day by making up that story.

“Thanks.” He shrugged. “I just came up with it on the spot. I was so worried they wouldn’t believe it.”

“Well they did.” You smiled a little. “And I’m not surprised. You’ve always been an excellent story teller.”

“How would you know?” Tom wondered.

“I read the manuscript you sent in.” You told him like it was no big deal. “Where We Start Again, right? It was actually really good. The main girl is a little annoying, though.”

“What?” His eyes widened. “I sent that in under a pseudonym. How’d you know it was me?”

“You’ve been taking notes for me for two years. I know how you write. Your essence was all over that story.”

“Oh.” His lips twitched into a smile. “Did you...did you like it?”

“I did.” You shrugged. “But I was never going to publish it.”

“Oh.” His face fell.

“I was going to wait until you were promoted to editor.” You continued. “And then I was going to come into the office all grouchy and bossy tell you I had a new manuscript for you to look at. And it was going to be yours.”

“Oh.” He said again, with a smile this time. “That’s really nice of you.”

“Don’t act so surprised.” You said harshly.

“Sorry.” He apologized. “I’m just not used to you being nice to me.”

“I’m not totally evil, you know.” You said quietly. “I know what people say about me at the office. I know they call me the wicked witch of the west.”

“What? No one calls you that.” Tom lied as his eyes darted to the side.

“Don’t lie.” You sighed. “I know they do. But I have to act like that. It’s a lot harder to command respect when people think you’re nice. I may be a bitch, but I can get people listen to me.”

“I can’t.” Tom chuckled. “I can’t even get Tess to listen to me.”

“You just need a little confidence.” You told him. “You’ve let me boss you around for two years and I never heard a word of back talk. If I were you, I would have snapped at me a long time ago.”

“Well I wanted to keep my job and you’re notorious for firing people.”

“I fire lazy people. And untalented people.” You corrected him. “You’re neither of those things. Why else would I keep you around?”

“Why are you telling me all of this?” Tom eyed you skeptically.

“Because if this doesn’t work and I get deported and you get fired, I wanted you to know that someone read your work. And someone liked it.” You admitted without meeting his eyes.

“Oh.” Tom straightened up. “Thank you.”

“I know I’m not nice. But I’m trying, okay? I’m trying for you.” You said while keeping your eyes down. “No one else in the world would have done this for me. And it’s really hard for me to talk about my feelings, but I wanted you to know that I appreciate this. I appreciate you.”

Tom smiled proudly at your confession, even though you weren’t looking at him. He always knew you had a soft spot for him, and it was finally coming out.

“You’re welcome.” He said sincerely. “I’m happy to help you.”

You finally looked up at him and gave him a shy smile, to which he smiled back.

“We, um, we should get some sleep.” You changed the subject and got your pajamas out of your suitcase. You looked around his room again and noticed a problem.

“There’s only one bed.” You realized.

“Yes.” Tom nodded. “Because I only have one body.”

“Where will you sleep?” You asked him.

“In my bed. In my room. Where my sheets and pillows are.”

“So you expect us to sleep together?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Do you see another bed in here?” He replied.

“Can’t you just sleep on the couch?” You whined.

“We came here as a “couple”.” He reminded you. “How would I explain why I’m sleeping on the couch and not with you?”

“Do I have to think of everything?” You groaned. “You’ll figure it out.”

“Fine.” Tom sighed. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Okay.” You stopped whining. “That’s better.”

“For the record, you were supposed to say “no thats okay” and let me sleep in the bed.” He said dully as he got something out of his closet.

“Well I like to change things up.” You shot back.

“Here.” Tom said as he handed you a pair of old sneakers.

“Whats this?” You looked at them in disgust.

“You said your feet hurt and I’m willing to bet all you brought were high heels.” He guessed, and he was right. “You can wear these tomorrow. They’re my old pair.”

“I can’t believe we’re the same shoe size.” You teased him as you set the shoes on the ground.

“Shut up.” He chuckled as he got pajamas out of his drawer.

“Excuse me?” You blinked. “You can’t speak to me like that. Did you forget that I’m your boss?

“Not while we’re here. When we’re here, we’re equals.” He stated. “You need to start treating me with respect. That means calling me by my name and making eye contact and no more bossing me around. Do you understand?”

You quieted down when Tom asserted himself, liking the change from his normally submissive behavior.

“Yes.” You said softly. “I understand.”

“Good girl.” He smirked, making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Sorry.” He quickly followed. “I just always wanted to say that.”

“Weirdo.” You chuckled as you looked him up and down. “Good night, Tom.”

“Good night, Y/n.” Since you overemphasized his name, he did the same to yours.

~

The next morning, you stepped over Toms sleeping body on the floor and went into the kitchen. You were greeted by Sam, who was whisking something in a bowl.

“Morning, Y/n.” He smiled. “Wanna help me make breakfast?”

“Sure.” You reluctantly agreed. You didn’t want to be rude and say no, but you didn’t really want to spend your morning with this stranger.

“I’m gonna finish the batter for these muffins.” He said. “Can you get started on the scrambled eggs?”

“Yeah.” You nodded and got the eggs out of the refrigerator. Eggs were fast and easy, so you hoped you’d be done soon.

“The key is to not add the salt too early.” Sam instructed as you started the eggs. “It’ll make the eggs watery and they’ll never come together.”

“Oh.” You put the salt shaker down and continued to whisk. “Thats a good tip. Thanks.”

“No problem. Could you taste this for me?” He held a spoon to your lips and fed you some of the batter.

“Hm.” You thought. “It needs more cinnamon.”

“Yeah.” He sighed. “It’s still too bland.”

“Do you have powdered sugar?”

“Yeah.” He said as he added more cinnamon to the batter. “Top cabinet on the left.”

“I usually mix powered sugar and water to make a glaze once the muffins are cooled.” You told him. “That would help with the blandness.”

“That’s perfect.” He grinned. “Thank you. How are the eggs?”

“Ready.” You said as you plated what was in your pan on to two plates.

“My batter needs to set.” Sam decided. “We can eat these now.”

“Oh. Okay.” You grabbed one of the plates and sat down with him at the table. You weren’t expecting to eat breakfast with him, but you couldn’t get out of it now.

Much to your relief, Sam did all the talking. He told you about his cooking journey and all his favorite recipes to make. He even told you about the time Tom put a cake in the oven for a full hour before realizing he never turned the oven on. You had an unexpectedly good time talking to him, and it made you wonder when the last time you had a non work related conversation with someone. Having friends was something you hadn’t realized you missed until that morning.

“I’ll get your plate, madame.” Sam said once you were finished eating. As he washed the plates, you carefully spooned batter into 12 muffin tins.

“Beautiful.” He said once he saw your work. “The muffins should be done in about 20 minutes. I’ll see you back here when they’re ready.”

“All right.” You nodded. You were surprised at how much you enjoyed cooking with Sam. Since Tom was still asleep and you had 20 minutes to kill, you wandered into the backyard.

Dom was already outside, hitting golf balls into a hole. He noticed you coming out and stopped swinging.

“Good morning, Y/n.” He said cheerfully.

“Good morning, Mr. Holland.” You smiled at him. You wanted to go back inside, but you didn’t know how to excuse yourself without it being awkward.

“Please. You’re about to be my daughter in law. You can call me dad.” He said, making your heart stop. You had never called someone “dad” before, and you didn’t want to start with this stranger.

“All right.” You said politely. “What are you doing?”

“Just getting some swings in before work. Would you like to play?”

“Oh, no. That’s okay.” You shook your head. “I’ve never played before. I won’t be any good.”

“Nonsense.” He didn’t get the hint that you wanted to leave. “I’ll teach you.”

“Okay.” You reluctantly walked over to him and picked up a club. He told you how to stand properly and once you hit the ball, it went right into the hole.

“See? You’re a natural. I’m proud of you.” He patted your back and got another ball. You smiled proudly at yourself, missing the way it felt to have someone be proud of what you had done.

“Can I try again?” You asked and he happily set down another ball. You didn’t like golf, or any sport, but you liked winning.

“Go ahead. Let’s see if you can get another hole in one.” He challenged you. You accepted his challenge and hit the ball again, getting it in the hole in one swing.

“Look at you!” Dom cheered. “You might be better than me.”

“No, I’m not.” You insisted. “Let me see how you are.”

You handed him the club back and he set another ball down. He swung and got the ball close to the hole, but it didn’t go in.

“Oh, I guess you were right. I am better.” You joked, making him laugh loudly.

“Tom didn’t tell me you were funny.” He laughed. “You know, I’m a comedian myself.”

“He told me.” You tried to remember what exactly Tom had said about his dad. “I’ll have to see a routine some day. But I have to warn you, very few people can make me laugh.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge.” Dom said. “Next show I have, you’re sitting in the front row. If I can’t get you to laugh, I’ll pay for your honeymoon.”

Your smile fell when he mentioned the honeymoon. There wasn’t going to be a wedding, let alone a honeymoon. You had grown to like Tom’s dad in the short time you spent with him, and you didn’t want to break his heart by telling him your “wedding” was going to be ten minutes at city hall.

“We’ll see.” You lied. “I should go check on Sam. He and I were baking muffins.”

“Oo, save me some.” Dom said as you went back inside. You walked back into the kitchen just as Sam was taking the muffins out of the oven.

“Muffins are done and they look perfect.” Sam grinned as you came back into the kitchen. “Could you get Harry for me? He’s in the billiard room. I want him to try them before Paddy eats them all.”

“Sure.” You said and followed his finger to the room he was pointing to.

“There she is.” Harry grinned when you walked into the room. “How are you this morning, Mrs. Holland?”

“Ooo.” You blew out a breath when you saw the pool table in front of him. “I’m feeling a little competitive this morning.”

“Do you play?”

“Undefeated.” You bragged.

“Good.” He smirked. “I can’t keep playing against Paddy. He always loses and it’s starting to effect his self esteem.”

“Nothing effects my self esteem.” You rubbed your hands together. “Hand me a cue”.

You played a quick game with Harry, knowing the muffins had to cool anyway. By the end, you both had all your balls in and just needed the black ball. He hit it in first, making you lose your winning streak.

“Damn it.” You laughed. “So close.”

“Nicely done.” He high fived you. “You put up a good fight. You fit right into this family. They can’t beat me either.”

“Whatever.” You scoffed playfully. “Come on. Sam and I made muffins.”

“Ugh, bless you. You’re my favorite member of the family now.” He said as he slung an arm around you. You walked into the kitchen like that, surprising Tom who was now sitting at the kitchen table.

“Good morning.” He eyed you suspiciously as you sat down next to him. “Sam told me you helped him make muffins?”

“I did.” You replied smugly. “And then I played some golf with your dad and some pool with Harry. All while you were sleeping.”

You knew Tom was shocked at how well you were playing your part of his girlfriend, and that just fueled your competitive side. If you couldn’t boss Tom around anymore, you could at least school him in how to fake a relationship.

“Wow. Aren’t you just the perfect fiancé?” He challenged you, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

“I am.” You agreed. “Thank you for noticing.”

“Of course.” A fire lit up behind Tom’s eyes. If you were going to get competitive, so was he.

“Since you left so early, I didn’t get to kiss you good morning.” Tom said sweetly, wiping the smile right off your face. “Come here, darling. I know how much you love your morning kisses.”

“Tom. Sweetheart.” You said through gritted teeth. “Not in front of your brothers.”

“I’m sure they don’t mind.” Tom said as he pulled you towards him. “Come on. Just kiss me like you always do.”

You gave him an angry look while he stared back with a smug face. Finally, you rolled your eyes and leaned in to kiss him.

“There.” You pulled away after a few seconds. “Good morning, my love.”

Tom blinked a few times as he collected himself. He didn’t think you were actually going to kiss him. He just wanted to get a rise out of you. You noticed how quiet Tom got from the kiss and smirked to yourself.

“Oh, shoot.” Sam said suddenly. “I forgot about Paddy.”

“Y/n, why don’t you go get him?” Tom asked you, still flustered from the kiss. He knew sitting next to you was only going to lead to more trouble. You gave Tom a tight smile before going into the hallway and finding the door that said “Paddy” on the outside.

“Paddy?” You asked as you knocked at the door. “Mind if I come in?”

“Yeah.” You heard Paddy’s soft voice from the other side of the door. You walked in and saw Paddy sitting glumly on his bed, surrounded by clothes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked politely. You had no idea how to console a child, but you knew it would be too awkward to leave now.

“I invited the girl I like to my party tomorrow.” He told you. “Now I’m freaking out because I have no idea what to wear. All my clothes are awful.”

“They’re not awful.” You said as you glanced at his closet. You grimaced a little at his clothing options but quickly threw on a smile.

“Do you know what Tom and I do for a living?” You asked as you went to his closet.

“Harry said he’s your coffee bitch.” Paddy said in the same solum tone, making your jaw drop a little.

“Um, close.” You said weakly. “We read stories. And the most important part of a story is the main character.”

Paddy watched your curiously and you selected some shirts and pants from his closet. Finally, you held up a light green button up and a dark green sweater vest.

“This is what Noah would wear.” You said as you held up the outfit. “He’s kinda quiet but he always has his hand up in class. He loves science, especially marine biology. He wants to explore the ocean floor one day.”

Paddy smiled a little as you set the outfit down on his bed. You went back into his closet and pulled out a soft, dark blue shirt and some pattered pants.

“This is one is Lucas.” You told him. “He has three sisters and they drive him crazy. But if anyone ever messes with them, he defends them like it’s his job. He looks out for them but he would never tell them that.”

You handed Paddy the outfit before going back into his closet. This time, you pulled out a blue t shirt and a navy blazer.

“This ones Peter.” You smiled. “He’s the life of the party. If his friend falls down, he falls too so his friend isn’t embarrassed. He always has a funny story to tell and he has two dogs.”

“I like Peter.” Peter said quietly.

“Me too. You should go with this one.” You said as you handed him the outfit. Paddy took it from you and disappeared into the bathroom, coming out shorty after in the clothes you had picked out.

“That looks super cool.” You nodded in approval.

“You think?” He asked hopefully.

“Absolutely.” You concurred. “I’d hire you.”

You jumped a little when you heard a knock at the door. You and Paddy looked at the door and saw Tom in the door way.

“Hey.” Tom eyed Paddys outfit skeptically. “What’s going on in here?”

“Y/n helped me pick my outfit for tomorrow.” Paddy answered with excitement.

“Oh, nice.” Tom smiled at the unexpected answer. “We made muffins, by the way.”

“I made muffins.” You corrected.

“Yeah, whatever.” Tom rolled his eyes. “There are muffins made. And I wanted to ask what movies you wanted to watch tonight.”

“Right. The tradition.” You remembered.

“I haven’t seen Monster House in a while. Can we watch that?” Paddy asked.

“Sure.” Tom agreed. “I think we still have the DVD somewhere.”

“Can Y/n watch with us?” Paddy asked, making Tom look at you.

“Oh, she wouldn’t want to-“

“Yeah.” You cut him off with a smile. “Thanks for the invite.”

“Cool.” Paddy grinned. “Muffin time.”

Paddy moved past Tom and ran into the kitchen, leaving you and Tom alone in the room.

“It’s 10 in the morning and you have managed to make all the men in my family fall in love with you.” Tom shook his head. “One by one.”

“What can I say?” You shrugged. “I’m that good.”

“I can see that.” Tom looked at you fondly. “This might just work.”

“I hope so.” You said honestly. “I really like your family.”

“They like you too.” He smiled. “My mum has already told all her lady friends about you. They think the world of you and they haven’t even met you.”

Your face fell when you heard this and you looked at the ground. Tom noticed your sudden indifference and walked closer to you.

“This is really gonna crush them if they find out the truth.” You said quietly without looking up.

“So we make sure they never find out.”

“But what about when we get divorced?” You looked up at him sadly. “They’re already treating me like I’m a part of the family and it’s only my first day.”

“We said we’d cross that bridge when we get to it.” He said as he rested his hands on your shoulders.

“What if we don’t even get to that bridge?” You feared. “What if we get caught before we can even get married? How am I supposed to look them in the eyes if I send you to prison?”

Tom could tell you were deeply bothered by your own thoughts, so he rubbed your arms to comfort you.

“It’s okay.” He assured you. “We won’t get caught. We’re gonna be okay.”

You looked at him suddenly before your eyes shifted to the hands on your arms. He quickly took them away as he remembered where he stood with you.

“Um, I should go.” He stammered as he backed away.

“Yeah. Me too.” You nodded profusely. “I have things to do.”

“Yeah.” He was halfway out the door now. “Um, bye.”

“Bye”. You called back, shutting your eyes in embarrassment once he was gone. You weren’t sure what was happening between you and Tom, but you knew it wouldn’t end well.

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