#mockfully

[lilacgaby]

‧₊˚ running out of time,

to make you love me. ₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩

THE PRINCE'S BALL was to be had on his 18th birthday. the week before, you realize the feelings you have harbored over the years for him. little did you know you were both fighting against the time restraint placed on him.

-☆pair. prince!katsuki x servant!reader. tags: fem!reader, cursing, romance, kissing, childhoodfriend!reader, insecurities, pet names(?), miscommunication trope, wingmen, angst to fluff. royal!au wc: 5k

-✩note. based off this drabble i did a long time ago.

“prince, please! just let me–” he shoved your hand that was moving to button up his shirt away, glaring at you. “no. i can do this by myself.”

he fumbled with the buttons, large hands trickly maneuvering them into their respective places. it was a definite struggle, as seen through the furrow in his brow, the snarl on his lips, the twitch of his brow.

oh, and the fact that the shirt was inside out with all the buttons in the wrong holes.

you sighed as you finally took his hands into yours, something that would result in a peasants hand getting cut off entirely. “prince,” you started, “this is my only responsibility. if you become good at this too i'll be out of a job.” you joked.

he scoffed, letting you pull his hand to his side as you unbuttoned his work. flipping the shirt around and working nimbly to get it on. “didn't even need y’r help anyways, i had it.” he muttered.

“of course you did, it's just– this is my job, your highness.” his eye twitched at the assertion of his rank. while it made him feel empowered by others, extras as he'd call them, it brought an odd feeling to have you of all people refer to him that way.

he’d grew up alongside you, the daughter of his very own mother’s handmaiden. you'd play around the castle together, sitting in for lessons with each other. to others it was an odd sight for you to be there, with clothes made of less refined material and hair unstyled and free.

he was raised the first twelve years of his life seeing you as his equal, viewing you almost as a royal all the same. until it was decided you'd be his personal servant. the nickname you had forgotten to time that you'd dubbed him all those years ago was now replaced by a formal ‘prince’. you'd bow to him and fetch him anything he needed. you'd stay by his side all day long, almost like you weren't allowed to leave.

because you weren't. because you were his, though not in the way he wanted.

“i already told you,” he whispered so lowly, if you weren't so close to him you wouldn't have heard it. “when it's just us it's katsuki. like it..

like it used to be.”

your hand paused, staying where it was fluffing up the collar of his button-up. your eyes widened and heart fastened, the pumping in your ears as a smile overtook your face. “..okay katsuki.”

an equally flushed look brushed over him, “tsk, whatever. we got a busy day today so, hurry up [name]..” you nodded, saluting mockfully as you hurried fixed his coat onto him, making sure his slacks were nicely pleated and shoes spotless before he head out to address the royals.

the royals who were visiting today in regards to his birthday bash in a week. the one where he'd have to choose a wife, one who'd hold the future of his kingdom in her hands alongside his.

you followed closely behind him as he made his way down to the main court, no words were shared between you but you understood the internal turmoil going through his head as best as you could.

mostly because you really didn't want him to get married either.

a longing glance went unnoticed by you as he looked at you, red eyes noticing the same feeling of anxiety in yours.

he balled his fist a little tighter at the sight, before slamming the doors of the court open, making everyone jump. you bowed deeply before following him, his hands deep in the silken slacks specially made for him.

katsuki hated how you weren't allowed to sit down almost as much as he hated this meeting entirely. dumbass kings and queens of other kingdoms looked at him, or more accurately the figurative seat he'd soon have as ruler, with fake practiced smiles on their faces. fake interest and fake emotions, fake everything.

he didn't fight the snarl on his face, the discontent in his posture as he rolled his eyes at their words, not sparing glances at the photos of their daughters or offers of money to him and his parents.

he truly didn't care, at least, not until they brought up you.

an older king, one with a smile that was more so with his eyes than his lips, joked to the king, “so, when your son gets married, can i have the servant? she's a looker.”

the rest of the royals laughed, hands covering their faces as katsuki felt disgusted for you, so much he just had to speak, “back off. why are you talking about her like that anyways? she's not for sale.” at least he managed not to curse.

a queen with a stupidly large fan in her hand made exaggeratedly big eyes, an ‘o’ on her lips as she spoke with a sickeningly sweet voice, “oh, don't you know future king? when the queen is assigned to this kingdom, your servant will be switched, considering she isn't a, well, he.” another joined in, red lipstick smothered over their lips, “no self respecting princess would ever let their betrothed have a servant of the opposite sex, what a scandal!”

laughs filled the room once more, though katsuki and his parents did not join in. he gripped the wood of his chair tightly, you swore you heard it crack under the weight of his anger. a vein was visible in his arms, a glare on his face. though he stayed silent. he glanced at you occasionally, and you'd give him a polite wave.

the rest of the conversation went about as smoothly as expected. the royals clashed with the kingdom’s generally ‘out of norm’ beliefs, a woman as the main advisor of the kingdom, and not to mention the queen holding majority power steady? but they barely voiced their discomfort since they wanted to stay on the queen and king’s good side. with a wave of the hand the queen gestured for katsuki to leave.

so katsuki left as soon as he was allowed to, almost jumping out of his seat. he left without a proper dismissal to the royals, something he'd get reprimanded for later. you right behind him. “where are we going prince? are you hungry?”

“no.” his voice was dry, no emotion seeping through as he continued walking throughout the halls. his face was hidden from your view. “okay, so where are we going?”

“the gardens.” your face scrunched up in confusion, you sped up your steps to try and catch him. “wait, the gardens? why?”

he stopped, making you bump into him as he finally looked into your eyes for the first time in a while. “because we need to talk, [name].” his eyes looked almost betrayed, sorrowful. your mouth opened to respond but you were cut off by your own need to keep up as he started up again.

through the halls and down a staircase, then turning to the left.

he stopped at the center of it all, almost to the entrance of the maze. stood in front of a grand waterfall built into the greenery, one you were very familiar with. the same one you'd played at as kids.

“katsuki.” you heaved. having to chase him through a flight of stairs was not for the weak, a.k.a you. you plopped right down on the bench next to him, ungraciously downing a water bottle as you closed your eyes. the sound of birds chirping, water running, and wind blowing through the garden filled your ears. a sense of serenity flooding over you two.

“when were you going to tell me?” katsuki’s voice cut through it all, a soft tone in his statement as he looked away from you. you jumped up at the sudden noise, but quickly asked, “tell you about what?”

he scoffed. “about what happens when i get married. how you're just going to leave? you're just going to leave me?” his eyes burrowed into your soul, accusatory words leaving his mouth as he stared at you.

“no, no i just– katsuki i didn't want to add another thing to stress about to you so quickly. i was going to tell you, but they told you first. i'm sorry.”

“you should be. i– i don't-,” his words got caught up in his mind. his mouth slightly hung open as he found himself unable to complete his sentence. his brain short circuited when you grabbed onto his hand, intertwining and bringing them onto your lap as you ask, “is everything okay?”

the words rushed out defensively. “yes, fuck. yes i'm okay. i don't like you hiding things from me so, don't pull that shit again.” he internally slapped himself on the head, his mind yelling a resounding no at his mouth.

he wanted to tell you how he needed you to stay, how he wanted you by his side for eternity. how he wished you were a royal, because he would've proposed just to the sight of you in the mornings. to the candid moments your two shared so often.

but he didn't.

you were undeterred by his harsh language, squeezing his hands before letting go and nodding. “ of course, prince.”

there it was again. the everlasting reminder of the differences between you, the boundaries that had never been dared crossed. though, as you guided him to the dining hall, he felt he might have to take that chance.

…

he finished dinner and changed, wanting to go to bed early that day. you bowed once more, before going to your own personal chambers just across from him.

you took a long, hot shower. the cascading of the water onto your body helping sooth the questions plaguing your mind. you washed your face, brushed your teeth and laid onto your bed, staring at the moonlit sky as you sigh.

you didn't want to leave katsuki. not at all. you didn't want him to get married, you didn't want him to kiss or be affectionate with someone else, you wanted him for you, like you two have always been. just for each other.

you wanted him to confide in you as equal again, you dreamt of being able to sit at the same tables and converse publicly. you wanted to hold his hand and not fear one day it'd be chopped off.

you wanted to be his. fully.

you let the sounds of the remaining water drip from the faucet rock you to sleep, impulsive thoughts striking your mind as you thought.. you might as well use these last days to show your feelings to him. you'll be gone next week anyways.

waking up with a renewed sense of vigor, you knew you now only had a couple days to show katsuki your feelings indirectly. well, as indirectly as you could think of.

starting this day, you snuck in more lingering touches than you thought possible, complimenting him whenever you were alone. being sweet to him, so sweet that he kept asking if you wanted something.

“prince, i brought some more of those chilis you like.”

instead of accepting them graciously, he only eyed you suspiciously. “the hell do you want?” he asked, staring at you accusedly as he bit down on one with no reaction.

“nothing! why do you keep saying that?” you pouted, “i should take the damn chilies back.”

“no way. these are mine, [name].” he snatched the basket out of your hands and stuffed one in his mouth. when he finally gulped it down, he adorned a lazy smirk, “thanks, [name].”

you hated how your heart reacted to him.

while your plan was underway of trying to get him to realize your feelings for you, he-

was trying to figure out how to keep you by his side. he used your only off day, mondays, as a way to get some advice. too bad he was friends with a bunch of bumbling idiots.

they were gathered around a place meant to practice their swordsmanship. his ‘friends’ who consisted of sons of dukes, duchesses, and advisors hung around. he kicked out a lot of them, leaving only three. sero, kirishima, and kaminari.

“hey bakugo, what's got you all crazy?” kaminari asked, trying to snipe an apple off of a nervous kirishima's head with a bow. “yeah, you've been giving us a death stare all day.” sero agreed, laughing at his repeated misses.

katsuki's back faced them.“i..,” he sucked in a breath. “ineedyourhelp.” he muttered quickly.

“what?” they all stopped, staring at him confused.

“ineedyourhelp.”

“slow down man-”

“i need your help.”

they all were jaw slack at the revelation, eyebrows raised as they stared at each other and back at him. they collectively chose not to make fun of him, almost feeling the urge to applaud his growth. “oh.. uh- what's up bro?”

katsuki breathed in, before averting his eyes and explaining. “my.. personal servant. found out she's gonna leave when i get married to some random princess, ill never see her again. but.. i don't want to lose her. i can't imagine my life without her.”

the three blinked, they'd never really seen bakugo this way. a look in his eyes that could only be described as, “love.” kaminari muttered, his hand supporting his chin as he diagnosed him. “you're in love man, congrats!”

he was now breathless as thoughts ran throughout his head, he found himself unable to respond. it was so obvious, his feelings for you were out of the ordinary, but he could never quite place the title of his symptoms til now.

the three shared a look at each other again, before sero pointed his finger in the air, “obviously, you want to marry her.”

katsuki sighed, a hand moving to support his head from head his neck. “so?”

“so,” kirishima started, “you marry her. easy.”

“not easy, isn't that like against the law?” kaminari cut in, picking up his bow once again.

“law or tradition, who knows? but maybe in those dusty old books we can find a law that like, lets him do this?” sero suggested.

kirishima snapped. “that's it!,” the arrow flew to pin the apple into the wall, “we just have to prove that he's allowed to marry a non-royal.”

“you idiots make it sound so easy.”

“cause it is. we can handle the research with help from your huge library!” kaminari pointed out, grabbing the staked apple and taking a bit out of it. “matter of fact. let's start now, we're going to need to plan out for your big day anyways.” kirishima held out a hand to bakugo.

a smirk came over katsuki’s face as he grabbed his hand, before nodding. “right.”

the rest of the day was spent knee deep in book upon books. the book keeper’s apprentice even helped them out, though they finally left at midnight with the ten books that would have the answers they need. they'd shoved the bulk of the books under his bed, high-fiving him sleepily as they hopped onto carriages, promising to be back tomorrow.

and back they were. the grind continued as they read page to page, finding clauses and conditions that could help katsuki. they each were assigned a book to look through, though they had to hide it from you. which was hard since looking after katsuki was your job.

“prince, is there anything you or your guests would like?” you asked, internally sobbing as you couldn't undergo your top tier plan with his friends around. what were they even doing? the entire day they spent holed up in his chambers, sat in a strange circle as they all read through the books.

“uh, we're okay-”

“actually servant,” kaminari cut in, a cheshire smile on his face, “we made a huge mess in the library yesterday. mind cleaning it for us?”

“o-oh. i don't mind, excuse me.” with that, and the tray of snacks you'd left behind, you were gone. sero and katsuki finished their books first, not finding anything of use. they started the next ones, when a couple hours in, kirishima suddenly jumped up, the cheese he was snacking on now discarded as he held the book into the air. “guys! i got something!” he was about to read it when an excited katsuki went and took it out of his hands, reading it in his mind.

‘clause 1.43.77, any king or queen who rules over their kingdom must choose a royal to accompany them by their side and produce an heir to the kingdom.

however, if a non-royal has proven their worthiness through devotion and loyalty to not only said king or queen, but the kingdom, they are an eligible bachelor as well.’

“this.. this can work then.” the four exchanged exhausted smiles, before collectively passing out. you came back to the sight of them all slumped over, you were tired yourself from putting away hundreds of law books. you grabbed pillows and blankets, placing them over the heirs to the kingdom, gently raising their heads and laying them onto the pillows.

you were upset at the day lost, katsuki had barely been sparing you a glance as of late. and that continued into the next day. you brought breakfast for all him and his guests, waking them up with a pull of a curtain. they all groaned collectively, trying to shield their eyes from the blinding sun. “what time even is it?” one of them grumbled. “too early.”

“it is noon, i let you all sleep in. you really should be getting up now.” you left the tray in front of them, being mindful of the books splayed open around them.

they got up, the red-haired one seemingly smelling the food in the air? odd. they all were really odd to say the least. they stared at you silently, making you tilt your head in confusion. all before katsuki raised a hand to you, mirroring his own mothers actions towards himself. “you're.. dismissed until the ball, [name].”

your eyes widened, mouth agape for a second before taking your leave. as the door closed behind you, a weird feeling of despair overtook you. you wobbled over to your room, locking the door behind as the feeling settled over you. you stared out the window, the cloudiness of the skies doing nothing to alleviate your mood.

meanwhile, katsuki was planning once again. there was now only two days left, two days to decide how he was going to plan out his bash.

two days to deal with the uncertainties that would arise from his crush on you. he could lose you, marry some other woman and imagine it was you laying next to him. imagine it was your lips and not hers, pretend she acted like you, all to save from the stresses of worrying about the problems to come.

no, he wanted you. he needed all of you, he needed to be all yours.

he sent his friends off, calling carriages for them

and reluctantly thanking them for their help. he walked around the gardens again, reminiscing on the years you two had spent, the many memories you'd made together.

he thought back to the way you'd play together, the causal touches and referring of each other something he'd taken for granted.

he closed his eyes, he never wanted his time with you to end, kingdom be damned. he wanted to memorialize your time together forever.

unknowingly, foiling your very own plans to make more with him. you didn't know what to do with yourself, you found yourself back at the servant’s quarters sniffling softly into the lap of the head servant, your mother. you knew he didn't upset you intentionally, right?

your mother listened as you explained what had happened, how you never had felt like such a failure. maybe it was those idiot friends of his, you didn't know.

your mother comforted you with a hand running along your hair, her embrace rocking you to sleep that night. her eyes looked into your sleeping ones, your face squished against her legs as wore a face of worry. your feelings were obvious, attending the bash and seeing him choose a bride would hurt you..

should she forbid you from attending?

…

katsuki was walking around his room aimlessly. his mind was running, purely on thoughts of you. he couldn't get you out his mind, he missed you deeply. but, he needed the space away from you to think. at least that's what he thought earlier.

he was basically codependent on your presence now, the day he'd spent away from you felt like an eternity.

he couldn't sleep. he'd laid in his bed dozens of times at this point, shutting his eyes, covering his ears, even trying to hum to himself. nothing worked.

he finally couldn't take it anymore, he found himself walking to your room. his hand hovered over the door, until he finally knocked. at no reply, he assumed you were asleep, though he heard the shuffling of feet inside. ‘this will make it easier.’ he thought, as he whispered and figured he'd pour his feelings out to you, response or not. his hand splayed against your door, palm pressed against the oak of the wood as he began.

“[name].” he heard the shuffling of feet stop. “i.. i have.. feelings for you. ones that i shouldn't have. i care for you deeply. and– i think i love you.” he was still as he waited for something, anything from you.

he let a small smile overtake his face, his hand falling from the door and going back into his pocket. “g’night, [name].” he went back into his room, finally able to rest now that he felt he got his feelings off his chest.

his heart was racing, he still didn't know if you felt the same. you said nothing, which was expected. he did drop a bomb on you all of a sudden. he finally drifted to bed.. not hearing the open and closing of your door. and not seeing that it was your mother who he had confessed to, not you who was currently asleep in her mother’s bed.

your mother pondered over his words, smiling at just how hopeless you two truly were. she caressed your hair once more, falling asleep beside you as she decided.

you'd have to go, and you'd be dressed like royalty in your own right.

your hair was ruined. you groaned as you caught an eye of yourself in one of the many mirrors in this part of the chambers, some of your friends laughing at the sight of you. this last day would be busy, too busy. it'd be your last day as katsuk’s servant, and you'd barely be able to see him.

you pouted, waltzing around the chambers mindlessly until your mother arrived behind you.

“[name], let's go. you have fittings for the bash tomorrow.” she grabbed you before you could voice your disapproval, taking you to your room. though she let go of you and walked into your room. you mindlessly went to katsuki’s room, wanting to be at his side at least once before tomorrow. at no reply to your knock, you excused yourself before walking in, only to be met by the sight of a messy room. empty. you cleaned his room up a little bit, making the task for his future servant a bit easier.

you left his room, laying on your bed before you saw gorgeous dresses that could probably buy your life two times over.

“mother, i don't even think i'll go tomorrow.”

“you have to, dear.” she grabbed your hand, “the prince would want you there alongside you. just like how you've been all his life.”

you looked to the floor, “but he sent me away..” your mother responded by nudging your head up. “he still cares for you. your absence is going to be odd for him, don't you think he was just trying to protect himself?”

you sighed and shrugged, “i guess i'll go then, if not, then to tie off loose ends.” you eyed the three dresses in front of you, and chose the one woven in silks and lace of your favorite color. “that one,” you pointed to it.

“i'll choose that one.”

…

funnily enough, as you walked into the bash and found yourself drinking punch, those were the words you'd felt the most fear of hearing. you fit right in alongside the princesses of other lands scattered across the hall, making lines to go speak to katsuki, who was absentmindedly staring at a wall. he looked like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world, but as his eyes locked on to your moving form towards the balcony, he excused himself.

“[name].” he called out to you, making you turn around and smile softly. “katsuki.”

“you look.. amazing.” he complimented, moving closer to you. “thank you for.. uh.. coming.”

“of course, future king. i'll stay by your side 'til

the end of tonight.”

he nodded. “right.” he sighed once more, something he seemed to do a lot around you now. “[name], did you hear me the other night?” he asked, looking into the distant forests surrounding the castle. at the shaking of your head, he continued, “i.. i just really care for you. that's all i want you to know.” he didn't look at you, he didn't think he could handle it right now. even from the vision of his peripherals, the glistening of your skin in the sun that slowly departed, the dress that matched you both in personality and in beauty, the smile that overcame your lips. it was a vision that would live in his dreams eternally.

“i care for you too katsuki.”

he finally turned to face you, he smiled, before opening his mouth to speak. only to be cut off by the sound of an obnoxious trumpet. he was to make his choice. “go.” you said, pushing him inside. your eyes burned as realization set into you, you'd ran out of time.

he was pushed to the center of the hall, all the princesses facing him with practiced smiles. courtesy's and bows that made him feel odd. the crown on his head had never felt so heavy, so burdened as now.

he looked over to you, the words everyone spoke pushed to the back of his mind as you sent an encouraging thumbs up his way. he knew you though, the look on your face was one of underlying sorrow.

even in this room full of people, even in the whole world large and vast, he'd always choose you.

so, when the room was silent and awaiting his answer? he pointed to you, making your breath hitch and eyes go wide.

you pointed to yourself, looking around before mouthing, ‘me?’ to which he mouthed, 'yes, idiot.’

you made your way towards him, eyes wide as everyone gasped. you weren't a royal, evident by the lack of jewelry adorning you.

“[name], it's always only been you. will you rule beside me?”

your eyes grew impossibly wider, pupils dilated to the max as a blush overtook your face. “..you're serious?”

“yes, i am.”

“i– is this even allowed?”

“my parents,” he gestured over to them, who sent polite smiles towards her. “they know about it, i sat down with them yesterday. i'm serious about this. i'm serious about you.”

“but what abou–”

“fuck everything else. this is about you and me.”

“do you accept, ms. [name]?” the bard asked, all eyes on you as, though you only looked into katsuki’s.

“if he'd have me, i'd be honored.”

he wordlessly asked you, and with a tilt of your head you prompted him to kiss you. though it was belated, the hall filled with cheers for the two of you.

“well,” the queen beckoned you two to her side, your hands intertwined as you stood in front of her. “this is surely a first, however.. it is undoubted that ms. [name] and her family have proved their loyalty and dedication to the kingdom.

therefore, we have no objection. masaru?”

“yes mitski.”

they both got up, the king wielding a sword as he stood next to you. katsuki helped guide you to the floor, he was on one knee as he was sworn in.

sworn in as king by your side.

the sword tapped his shoulders gently, a crown being brought out on a pillow and placed upon his head as you looked in awe, as an equally gorgeous one was placed unto yours.

“katsuki, i entrust our kingdom to you. with all of our people in the hands of you, and of course, your trusted wife.”

“i understand.” he said, bowing his head down to his father.

“[name].” the queen called to you, filling you with a sense of urgency. “yes my queen?”

she laughed, before taking a moment to whisper in your ear. “mitski is fine.” she cleared her throat, before continuing. “you will be a dedicated servant any longer, tomorrow you will wake up as the queen of our kingdom my dear. please, do your best to guide our king, and set the kingdom onto a path of prosperity.”

“thank you my– mitski. i will.” you bowed deeply, before you were helped up by katsuki once again.

you walked out the hall with katsuki at your side, the weight of the crown a shared experience between you two.

“‘suki.” the nickname lost to time finds itself back on your lips as you're led to his room, though this was the first time in years that it was out of familiarity, not work.

“[name].”

“thank you.”

“for what?”

“risking it all.. doing all that. it was.. indescribable.”

“.. it was worth it for you. i'd– i'd do anything for you. now we can make up for lost time. i really

missed you these last days.”

“i did too, god i was a wreck without you.”

“you wouldn't believe how bad i was without you.”

it seemed practiced, as if you'd done it a million times when he gestured for you to follow him to his bed. the way you melted into each other was unimaginable, not even the discomfort of your corset getting in the way of how he made you feel, though you'd gotten up to change.

now wearing house wear, clothes you'd never imagine you'd be wearing in his quarters, you laid next to him, the same moon shining brightly upon the two of you as he held you.

his head was on top of yours as you shared this wordless embrace, one that spoke thousands of words you'd need not to speak.

a kiss, one you'd both never though you'd get to share, especially not in his very own bed, was all that left the two of you as you settled into each other for the night.

you'd begun a servant and ended as queen, ranks though meant nothing to you, for your only wish was to stay eternally by his side.

a wish you both fought for.

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dialogue prompt 7 with touchstarved!character :]

“Please be my valentine. PLEASE. I WILL BUY YOU THREE THOUSAND TEDDY BEARS!" you said, hurrying after Rigsby.

"I told you, I like Grace!" he replied, sighing.

"No offense, but I don't like you," you interrupted, as if he threw a shoe at you. "I just don't want to go to this party alone. Can't you be a fake date? I'll get you tacos after. The best ones!"

"I'm sorry," he shrugged.

"Hm, if only there were any single, available attractive men in this room," Patrick spoke up, mockfully dramatic.

"Yeah, but Cho's not here," you pointed out.

Patrick smiled. "You're very funny, Y/N. I'm saying I volunteer for the party. You're welcome."

"Wait, really?" you asked, taken aback. "You want to help me? What's the catch?"

"I take you out to dinner after."

You laughed. "No, seriously, what's the catch?"

"I already made reservations," Patrick said, standing up. "I'll see you on 14th, okay? Bye!"

"Wait, you what?"

Rigsby giggled after Patrick left the room.

"What?" you snapped.

"Hey, you got your date now," he said playfully.

[flowerspecial]

His Son Spanks Him, Copying His Father’s Actions

JB

You and JB would be playing around with your son, and all of a sudden your son would spank JB on the leg. “And what do you think you are doing?” JB would ask, mockfully shocked at his son’s actions. “Well you do it to mummy all the time…” Oh god, JB would look like a deer in headlights. You would really be struggling to hold in the laughter, but it is hard to contain. JB would be a spluttering mess, like he truly wouldn't know how to handle his son’s comments. “Daddy might do it a couple of times to me, but that doesn't mean that you can do it to him. Okay?” Your son would nod and run away, carrying on with his game.

Mark

You and Mark would be cooking in the kitchen, just minding in your own business. Your son would waddle into the room, and out of nowhere he would just hit the back of Mark’s leg, just below his bum. “Oh hello, and what was that for, young man?” “I saw you do it to mummy last night. Daddy, why do you like hitting mummy?” Well, it's safe to say that the objective of cooking has gone out of the window. Poor Mark’s brain would practically explode as he thought of a reply for his son. “Well...erm...I don't like hitting mummy, I thought there was a fly on mummy’s leg? Yeah! That's what happened!”

Jackson

Jackson was in his studio, and you had gone out for the day with your friends. This meant that you left Jackson in charge of your son, oh how that was a difficult decision to make. Your son wandered into the studio, and when his father was giving him no attention, he decided to slap him on the leg as hard as he could muster. “Hello, my wonderful son, and what is the reason for why you just hit me?” “You did it to mummy last night when she wasn't giving you attention. I thought that's what people did…” Jackson practically fell off his chair at his son’s answer. “Well buddy, that is not how we get someone’s attention, okay?”

Jinyoung

Jinyoung’s son couldn't have thought of a worse time to embarrass his father like this. But here he was, at a mini Got7 family reunion, telling Jinyoung in front of everyone that he only spanked him because that is what daddy does to mummy at bedtime. “Go on my son!” Bambam would shout, encouraging Jinyoung’s son to dish out all of Jinyoung’s dirty secrets. Meanwhile, Jinyoung looks absolutely mortified and you would be trying not to laugh so hard. Trying to stop his son from embarrassing him further, Jinyoung would pick up his son and quickly take him out of the room.

Youngjae

This will teach Youngjae to try something new in the bedroom. You wanted him to spice up your sex life again, they always say that your sex life changes when you have a child. But at breakfast the next morning, when your son spanks Youngjae’s bum ‘to act like daddy’, Youngjae is mortified. It's quite an awkward situation, because he can't exactly tell him off, because otherwise he has to get into this whole situation that he does not want to delve into. “Just because daddy does it, that doesn't mean you can do it okay? It's not nice to hit people on the bottom.”

Bambam

Bambam would be the least mortified out of everyone, he'd honestly find it funny. You and Bambam would be just chilling in the kitchen, doing a little bit of cooking, and a little bit of dancing. Whatever took your fancy really. Your son would come marching in, wanting someone to play with, and he would spank Bambam on the thigh. “And what was that for my little prince?” Bambam would ask, bemused. “I want someone to play with, you did it to mummy last night when you wanted someone to play with.” Bambam would burst into laughter, picking his son up and holding him tightly.

Yugyeom

Yugyeom is another one who would find the humour in it! When your son and Yugyeom are play fighting, your son would spank Yugyeom lightly. “Woah my little friend, what was that for?” “You did it to mummy last night when you wanted her to stop.” You were sitting on the sofa watching them, and you practically choked on your drink. “When did you see daddy do that to me sweetheart?” “Last night, I came into your bedroom because I wanted a glass of water.” Yugyeom would be laughing his head off, meanwhile you were glued to your chair mortified. “And that Yugyeom, is why we lock the door!”

[ginger-grimm]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2019

Day 19: Straight Horror AU

In the quaint little town of Riverdale, in the creepy and abandoned old youth reformatory-turned-mansion lived Dorothy Cahill with her mother Octavia. The mansion was what nightmares were made of and the main subject of Riverdale’s very own Urban Legend. This house and it’s two extremely secluded residents was the only case Riverdale’s own amateur teen sleuth Jughead Jones could not crack - much to his chagrin.

The kids of Riverdale were told to always stay away from the mansion from childhoods hour - so were their parents and their parents before them. The last person to disobey that rule was the local billionaires daughter Cheryl Blossom. The Blossom Maple Syrup buisiness heiress went into the house to get tutored in English and never walked out. It’s been three years since she has disappeared and since then no one had dared to walk back in. That was until Jughead decided that he finally wanted to crack this case and convinced his best friend and co-detective Betty Cooper to go into the house undercover...

“Legend has it people have been disappearing into that house for centuries,” Reggie Mantle told the new girl Kippi Goode. He had gathered some of his friends in Pop’s Chock’Lit Shoppe to meet their new fellow student.

Kippi raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean ‘disappearing’?”

Reggie took a sip of his coke. “Isn’t it obvious? They walk in for whatever reason and then they don’t walk out, meaning they’re-” he dragged his thumb across his throat, making a croaking sound.

Kippi gave him an odd look.

“Don’t let Reggie scare you, Kip. He’s full of shit anyways,” Veronica Lodge told her new friend. Reggie mockfully puckered his lips at her. Veronica rolled her eyes.

“No worries, I’m not scared. It’s an urban legend for a reason. And anyway, don’t you think if people have been dying in that house for centuries someone would have done something? Like storm the house or something?”

“People tried,” Jughead informed her. Kippi gave him a questioning look. “A few years back when Cheryl Blossom disappeared her mom and dad had a mob try and storm the house.”

“And?” Kippi asked when Jughead wouldn’t go on.

“Octavia Cahill grabbed her shotgun and took a few shots,” Kevin Keller said, filling in the blank.

Kippi’s eyes widened. “She killed someone?”

Betty chuckled a bit. “No. But she sure scared them off. Sheriff Keller couldn’t do anything either since it’s private property and there was no concrete evidence pointing at the Cahills being involved in anyway. Their estate is surrounded by a swamp and if you don’t know your way around the are you could easily get lost - or drown.”

Archie Andrews flagged down Teddy Green as he walked into the building and past their row of seats. “Teddy, come here for a sec! Kippi, this is Teddy Green - he’s Dorothy Cahill’s cousin.”

Teddy leaned on the seat with a sigh. “Another round of urban legend explanation for another new kid, I assume?”

“This is Kippi Goode. She just moved back here and doesn’t believe in the legend. Tell her what you saw,” Kevin told Teddy. 

“Well, I can’t say much given that my mom and I barely know Dot and Octavia. But, what I can tell you is that once my mom had to get out of town for work, and since we have no other relatives in Riverdale, she had me stay the night at the mansion. It was creepy as all hell in there. Since it was a youth reformatory center before it was turned into a home there still are some things left. Some of the dormatory rooms were never converted, there is still a little church and the whole administrative area is still there. Dot and I went snooping around the abandoned part of the house once and we found a lot of things that were left behind by the inmates.”

“Anyway, one night I woke up and heard whispering from the next room over - Dot’s room. The door was left open a bit so I looked inside...” Teddy said and took a little break for dramatic effect.

“And? Don’t keep me waiting!” Kippi demanded.

“I saw this little girl sitting on Dot’s bed with her but she has no siblings, other cousins or even friends. A few years back, I remembered that story and told my mom. She told me that around that time a little girl went missing from the outskirts of town and when she described her to me I could have sworn that was exactly who that girl was,” Teddy went on. 

“So you saw a missing girl in your cousins house and never said anything?” Kippi asked.

Teddy sighed. “Kippi, I was six years old and staying in the singlehandedly creepiest house in this whole town. My brain was making things up. Or maybe it was nightmare. My relatives may be reclusive but they’re not crazy.”

“According to you,” Reggie sniped.

Teddy gave him an annoyed look. “Anyway, I have other things to do. Nice to meet you, Kippi. Bye guys,” Teddy said, then walked away to another booth.

“Teddy’s theory is not our theory - obviously. And we also don’t share Reggie’s theory,” Archie told Kippi.

“Clearly,” Veronica said with another eye-roll.

“What is your theory then?” Kippi asked, ignoring Veronica’s looks of annoyance towards Reggie.

“So, we think that Dorothy and Octavia aren’t killing the kids. We think Octavia takes them so Dorothy can have a friend,” Kevin explained to her.

“FYI, that’s not what I think either,” Jughead chimed in.

The group let out a collective groan. “Here we go again,” Reggie mumbled.

Kippi laughed a little. “Well, then what is your theory?”

“I think,” Jug said, pausing to take a sip off of his milkshake. “That Octavia and Dorothy Cahill are just extremely private and reclusive people and that they’re practically self-sufficient, which is why they don’t have to leave their home and no, I don’t think they’re killing or keeping kids in their home.”

“FYI, again, Jughead has a crush on Dorothy. He met her in town once and eversince then he’s been swooning at the mere mention of her name,” Veronica told her.

Jughead shook his head. “Ugh, don’t listen to them. They just really dislike the fact that I don’t support their kidnapping and killing theories. And anyway, Betty and I are about to find out the truth. Aren’t we, Betty?”

Betty nodded, taking a sip off her strawberry milkshake.

“What do you mean?” Kippi asked.

“I booked a tutoring appointment with Dot to see what’s going on inside the mansion,” Betty explained. Kippi nodded.

“By the way, we all think these two are insane and that this will be the death of Betty,” Kevin chimed in.

Betty sighed. “You’re overreacting. I’ll be fine.”

A few days later...

Betty sat on the chair, sobbing quietly as to not anger Dorothy anymore.

“I’m sorry, Elizabeth. I didn’t mean to lash out at you. I just like silence during playtime,” Dorothy explained as she put a bandaid over Betty’s head wound. “It’s not to deep. It should be all healed up in a week or so.”

Betty almost started crying at the prospect of spending more time here. “You should know that people know I’m here. They will come looking for me,” she told Dot, tears welling in her eyes.

Dot smiled at her. “Don’t worry, Elizabeth. I learned from the Cheryl incident. I wrote a letter in your name and sent it to your mother. She thinks you’ve run off to live with your secret boyfriend. I also wrote that you don’t want to be contacted again - ever.” 

“She’ll never believe that. My friends won’t,” Betty sobbed.

“It’s a very big estate, Elizabeth. There’s even a secret tunnel system that no one knows about. They can come looking for you, but they’ll find no trace of you. Just like they found no trace of Cheryl three years ago and just like they found no trace of Paisley ten years ago. We can hang out together forever.” Dot assured Betty. “Don’t you want that, Elizabeth? A friend to have fun with forever?”

Betty’s sob caught in her throat. “I do! I would love to have a friend like that. But what about my other friends and my family? I’d miss them so much. I could go back home and visit you every day. That would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

Dot sat down on her bed. “You sound just like Cheryl. And I believed her. I allowed her to leave the house for a little fresh air. She tried to run and leave me - I had to do something to keep her quiet.”

“You killed her?” Betty asked with a sob.

Dot laughed a little. “No, silly. I just-” There was a knock at the door. “Come in, Mother!”

The door opened and Octavia pushed a wheelchair with a non-responsive Cheryl in. The red head moved about lazily as Octavia pushed her further into the room, but only her head as the rest of her body was strapped to the wheelchair. There was a small hole in the inner corner of her eye, a clear indicator of a lobotomy. Cheryl let out a subdued moan when she saw her own cousin sitting right in front of her.

“Do you like it, Elizabeth? I think it’s Paisley’s best handy work yet,” Dorothy said, the tone of her voice chillingly chipper.

Shortly after Octavia had wheeled Cheryl in, a girl in a fancy teatime dress with her dark hair done in a cute bun walked in after the two. In her right hand, she held a surgical hammer.

“Elizabeth, meet Paisley. The two of us roamed the abadondoned part of the reformatory for weeks on end. The doctors left quite a lot of things there. Fun things for when they had to keep the patients in line,” Dorothy explained. “Paisley, say hello to our new friend.”

Paisley walked into the room. “Hello, Elizabeth. I heard you’ve been having some doubts about staying here but I assure you, we have a lot of fun. Sometimes, we even get to go outside and pet the horses,” Paisley said.

Betty had been silently weeping eversince Octavia had wheeled in her lobotomized cousin. “Please. Please, let us go,” she whimpered through the tears.

“Aw, I think she has some reservings still. Paisley, if you would take care of this situation please,” Dorothy said. She got off the bed and left the room with her mother and Cheryl.

Paisley walked up to a sobbing Betty, pulling an ice pick out of her sleeve. “Unfortunately, they didn’t leave all of the surgical tools here but I’m sure we’ll be fine,” she said, eyeing the tool as she rolled it around her fingers.

Betty started crying out loud now. “No! Please, please don’t do this. We can leave here together. We can get help! We can!”

“Shhh, shhh, don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re gonna have lots of fun here!” Paisley said as she reclined the chair Betty was strapped to. “And don’t worry,” she said as she put the ice pick in the inner corner of Betty’s eye. “This only went wrong one time. I’m much better at it now,” she went on. “Now, hold still.”

As Paisley raised the hammer, Betty let out a blood-curdling scream that got lost somewhere in the thick woods surrounding the estate.

[starry-orion]

Jasper narrowed his eyes playfully up at her as she splashed him, laughing the second time as water went into his hair. "Splash me again and I'll push you in the tub. With your clothes still on." He mockfully warned her as he turned the taps off, subtly flicking water up at her as he did so and then straightened up. "Besides I've already had a wash, you're the one who needs to be splashed, not me." He chuckled, looking down at her with an affectionate smile.

Hayley sat on the edge of the tub watching as the bubble grew, a childish smile on her lips as she looked over at him. When he wasn’t looking she splashed him with the water and looked away as if it wasn’t her doing it. 

“You can always use pink food coloring, but it probably would turn me pink as well.” She said shrugging as she splashed him again giggling a bit more. The bathroom was warm, and nice, like a sauna, and for a split second she wanted to ask him to join her, but that would be pushing boundaries they hadn’t crossed yet.

[ginger-grimm]

Breakaway | Chapter Update

Beth Lambert. The name that went across everyone's lips when thinking about a cold-hearted bitch. She was the popular girl. Best friends with Cheryl Blossom and dating the local football jock Reggie Mantle. Second-in-command - always. She would be at the top of the food chain if it weren't for the fact that her family was only the second richest family in town. Blossoms come first - as always. She strutted across the hallway, her long blonde hair swaying softly in the wind. Her high-heels clacked over the linolium floor. Her shorter-than-allowed skirt clung tightly to her long legs and the black crop-top and choker made the outfit complete. 

She was looking for Cheryl when she bumped into the local brooding loner Jughead Jones. "Watch it, loser." she sneered. She kept walking, expecting him to just stay quiet and keep walking too but it looked like he was challenging his luck today. "Like wise." he sneered back. Beth's eyes narrowed as she turned back around, her hair whipping behind her shoulder.

"Excuse me?" she asked. "I said, like wise. You ran into me, blondie." he said. She huffed out an amused laugh. She could do this all day if she wanted to. "Well maybe you should just step out of the way when I'm walking by next time." she told him. "Make room for the Riverdale royalty? Oh of course. Anything else, Ms. Lambert? A hot towel? Room temprature water?" he asked sarcastically. "I like my water cold." she simply said. He narrowed his eyes at her. "What are we to you? Servants?" he asked. She gave him a big smile. "Mostly, yeah." she replied. He was about to retaliate when Cheryl turned the corner to the hallway and let out a loud whistle. "Come on, B! Let the lowlife be." she demanded. 

"Coming!" she yelled over. She turned back to Jughead one more time. "Freshman Year has just begun. You have four long years of social torture ahead of you. Don't forget that." she whispered.

She heard him scoff as she walked away. This wasn't over for either of them, she could tell. She ran at her best friend with a smile. The two kissed each others cheek. "Hey Cher." Beth greeted. "What were you doing talking to that hoodlum, B?" Cheryl asked. She knew Cheryl would never approve of someone like Jughead Jones being Beth's friend. Just the accusation that she would hang around with someone like that hurt.

She mockfully put her hand over her heart in a hurt manner. "Cher, please, you know you're the only one." she said. Cheryl chuckled lightly. "Seriously, don't worry about it, I was just putting him in his place. "Good work." Cheryl smiled at her approvingly. "Anyways," the redhead said as they started walking down the hall.

"Reggie wants to see you." she added. Beth knitted her eyebrows together. "Really? Why didn't he just text me?" she asked. Cheryl shrugged. "I was just supposed to tell you that he wants to meet you by the bleachers in ten minutes." she said. "Okay. Thanks, girl. See you at lunch?" she asked, walking backwards. Cheryl nodded. "See you then, B." she said. Beth smiled at her then turned around and walked away, never seeing the evil smirk Cheryl gave her behind her back.