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rayar32 · 5 months

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I'm so normal about your OCs I haven't finished the series yet so I don't understand some limited things, but that will change soon! Anyways your OCs are fucking awesome and I would love an info dump on them if you have time

oh boy, an opportunity to not shut up about about my OCs! is it already Christmas??? (not but actually thank you for being interested in my dumb kids)

there's a lot to say about them, since I can't stop myself from thinking about em', so I'll do a bunch of fun facts:

- Luiza's main inspiration is Denji from Chainsaw Man; it's very telling with her feral smiles and uh, vulgar way of speech let's say (there's also the constant search for love by literally anyone but the funnies are more important)

- Luiza has self-taught herself in martial arts: her speciality is the Open Hand Technique, a fighting style that incorporates strong and fast slaps using the whole body.

(also yes she can slap so hard it creates a pressure wave)

- Luiza's favorite musical genre is rock in any variation, her favorites being popular songs from the 2010's. She is a certified MCR head and isn't ashamed to admit it.

- Luiza and Helena are twins: their birthday is on June 1st and they're both Geminis (which was totally intentional and not a happy coincidence thanks to a random number generator)

- Luiza is a flaming bisexual, Helena is trans and aroace, Milia is a lesbian and Rebeca is the token straight friend of the group while Six is Six (genderfluid and extremely pan)

(there's a lot more below but I'm hiding it as to not flood people's dashboards!)

- I have a pretty clear character arc for Luiza planned in a (completely delusional) season 1: Luiza starts out as a doormat due to years of having to take care of Helena during her depressive episodes and constantly failing to argue her down from very self-destructive and hateful thoughts; all of this makes Luiza consistently disregard her own opinions and thoughts for whatever her family thinks. She very much starts the "show" off being someone that burns herself for others and that has a very low opinion of herself. That of course changes when she finds Milia, someone that grows to unabashedly care for her and everything she stands for, making Luiza finally realize that yes, she has an innate worth as an individual even if she can't be useful to people. Also she finally grows a backbone specifically to stand up for herself and Milia.

- I think I already told this through a comic, but the reason they both have white locks of hair is trauma, though the irl reason for it is because white/grey are colors associated with wolves and I felt the need to be extremely obvious they're lycanthropes.

- Helena was the second sister to be made irl, but honestly both of their designs and Kallas' just, came to me suddenly one day. Their final designs are quite literally their first iteration, with a few changes over the months because that just happens when you draw the same characters over and over again-

- on the topic of Helena, she doesn't have a main inspiration as much as she is loosely based on the "mean goth girl" archetype; I say loosely based because Helena is also a theater kid in spirit and a huge nerdy loser under all that black leather-

- Helena's arc for season 1 starts out rough: she believes herself to be a monster and will do anything to keep her family safe. While Luiza wants to cure herself of her curse and interact with people, Helena wants to harness it further and never ever feel pain again. Whenever Luiza brings up her dreams of having friends and going to school, Helena shuts it down by saying it's unrealistic and she should stop thinking about it because they're monsters and it's all they'll ever be. Of course all of this vitriol comes from the sister's years of trying and failing to integrate in society, coupled with Helena's own mental issues warping her view of herself. By the end of season 1, through meeting Milia and Luiza finally having the guts to stand against her sister's ideas while still understanding why she thinks that way, Helena abandons her idea of harnessing her curse and starts to open up more to her family.

- Milia's main inspiration is very obviously Suletta Mercury from the Witch from Mercury; if the round eyebrows and generally anxious personality wasn't enough, like Suletta she grows to be confident and lead the charge for her friends (there's even more parallels but I would be spoiling the shit out of WfM-)

- Milia's birthday is on November 5th, making her a Scorpio (which is mildly funny if you're into astrology)

- her vampire form ripping away human skin to reveal a bat-like monster below it comes from an old concept I had involving vampires. I think it actually comes from somewhere else but I literally can't remember it-

- Milia is cold to the touch and barely feels pain; when first learning to cook Milia constantly cut herself and did not realize she did until she saw blood pouring out of her wounds

- Milia's season 1 arc is considerably simple compared to the twins: she starts out scared and alone and, through the Petroniuses compassion, learns to love and be loved. She learns to value herself, stand up for herself and let go of being scared of everything and everyone. She not only mirrors the sister's arcs, but also inspires them into developing through her honest and kind nature. For that reason in post season 1 Milia grows to be the leader of the Bootleg Gear Gang.

- The Angrvadall, Rati and Ukonvasara were all based on the Babr-e Bayan, Milia's relic. The three Symphogears are actually a testbed for a mass produced type of phonic armor development through alchemy; while they can reach the same insane power level that the canon girls do, the Bootleg Gear Gang aren't put in world ending situations and thus don't reach a power level higher than somewhere around GX and AXZ (though they get XV style Gears because I think they're neat-)

- Rebeca and Six are very much like siblings; though they were forced together into a single body, after years of working through it they became nearly inseparable. They both care for and respect each other's autonomy and personal limits, which is why they both wear gender neutral clothes (since Six is uncomfortable wearing traditionally feminine clothing)

- Rebeca was born August 25th making her a Virgo. Six can't remember his birthday, so they make their implant date, July 14th, their birthday. That makes Six's sign Cancer.

- Rebeca/Six were originally planned to be Milia's older siblings; this is still technically true since Six was part of the same undeath experiments that birthed Milia so... yeah! The idea of them inhabiting the same body came from a shower thought that simply stuck around because I really liked it (and also because it's a Gundam 00 reference-)

- also, they're both the strongest Symphogear wielders of the group; Luiza and Helena are stronger when singing in unison, but Rebeca/Six have a unique advantage with being able to switch from two completely different fighting styles on the fly. Additionally Rebeca's brain is simply built different and she constantly pushes her side of Ukonvasara to do increasingly stupid shit like calling down lighting, throwing thunder and eventually using magnetism and electrokinesis. She's very Maria-like when it comes to having an extremely versatile Symphogear and constantly pulling shit out of her ass-

#senki zesshou symphogear #symphogear #symphogear oc #luiza petronius #helena petronius #milia polidori #rebeca/six #my art #i think that's enough fun facts for a single post-#absolutely went off the rails there but oh well #i have many thoughts about my ocs-

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alchemicallymoon · 30 days

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Commentary for [Name Redacted]

(That's the actual name of the fic. Nothing's getting redacted here!)

I haven’t done one of these in a while! Even if you haven’t read the fic this is for, there’s a free headcanon for you in this post!

I’ve had this headcanon for a long time. Like, before I even started publishing Splatoon fics. The idea is that in the Splatlands, people are given names by different groups instead of having a single name that they introduce themselves by. The name can be many different things depending on the group. For example, your family would give you a more name-sounding name, while your school might give you a name based on what you’re studying. The closest thing they have to “standard” names are names based on notable skills or physical features.

This style of naming is very common in the Splatland deserts, but pretty uncommon in the city of Splatsville (though common enough that government forms and such try to have more concrete ways of determining identity.) It’s not a big deal to reveal your other names to a unit, but it’s weird and a bit invasive to use those other names for someone. In the desert, only wealthy and important people are given names at birth* that are used throughout their lives, regardless of unit. These are known as “common names,” as mentioned in the fic. Neo, in this fic, is pretty ignorant of city culture, and he assumes everyone uses the naming conventions he’s familiar with.

*In that one line, when Neo says he doesn’t have a common name, I really wanted to make a minor change, but decided it would mess up the flow a bit too much. I wanted to say “as soon as they hatch” instead of “as soon as they’re born,” but I couldn’t. Since the fic is already about cultural differences, I wanted the familiar parts to stay familiar. It’s less accurate, but saying “born” is more natural and familiar to the (presumably) human readers.

I tried some different characterization for Captain and Neo here. The most obvious part is that Captain is mute. I actually wanted to do that with my consistent series of fics, but I didn’t for some reason, and it would be quite the retcon to change it now. There was no reason to mention it in the fic, but they became mute after the events of Octo Expansion, which is why they haven’t learned much sign language yet. I gave them a sillier personality than I usually would, partly to be the opposite of Neo’s personality. Speaking of, I made Neo blunt and borderline rude, but kind of in the way you’d expect a fourteen year old to be (no offense to any fourteen year olds reading this—it’s a rough age to be.) He tries his best to be polite, but he happens to spend most of the fic being pissed off, so we get more of his rudeness showing.

Going back to Captain, I treated their lack of speaking the same way I treat dialogue. My personal writing style is to keep dialogue tags and actions to a maximum of one sentence per line of dialogue, and with no period at the end, unless it’s leading to more dialogue. That may sound confusing written down. Just re-read the first two lines of dialogue, then Neo’s first line in the fic and it should hopefully be clear. Anyways, since Captain didn’t have words in their dialogue, I only used dialogue tags. This was very intentional; just because there are no words doesn’t mean it isn’t dialogue in some way. I typically don’t do that for silent communication—at least not on purpose—but it seemed appropriate for a mute character.

This is one of my favorite and most well-developed Splatoon headcanons. Unfortunately, I don’t tend to add in-depth headcanons like this to my fics. It’s difficult to seamlessly explain a headcanon without it becoming the focus of the fic for at least a few lines. However, I did consider it when thinking of a non-agent name for Neo in my consistent series (which I haven’t revealed yet!)

Also, if anyone feels particularly inspired by this headcanon, you’re absolutely free to use it! Not sure if that needs to be said about a headcanon at all, especially if I’m explaining it in depth like this, but I just want to be clear. If you want to know more about this headcanon, I'd be happy to make something up on the spot give you a well thought out answer.

#alchemically posts #alchem fics #splatoon #splatoon headcanon #agent 3 #new agent 3 #neo agent 3 #<- i still don't know which tag to use for this character

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butchsophiewalten · 2 years

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What is your view on the web series Harmony and Horror from Battington? Recently, the third episode of Season 2 was released and it was quite a banger for how the creator put out his characters, story, and horror aspects. While I get that all of us are patiently waiting for the new episode of the Walten Files (especially the Jophie content) it wouldn't hurt to take a look for Analogue Horror content.

Well. To be fair to Harmony and Horror, I've never truly given it a fair chance, but from what I've seen it is DEFINITELY not for me, but that's honestly the case for the majority of analog horror anyway. It's not really a genre i care for inherently in any respect. I'm not an analog horror fan, I'm a The Walten Files fan.

I mean I'm also absolutely a horror fan, like in general. Horror is like the foundation of my whole life I don't know who I would be without it. I also really do not need help with occupying my time while we wait for TWF4, I have that perfectly covered thank you.

(under this readmore is just me talking about things i felt like talking about. click it if you want)

Have spent a lot of time recently binging horror movies, which is an avenue of horror art that I am sorely under-versed in. I really liked the movie Ginger Snaps (2000) that one honestly surprised me with how incredible it ended up being. Definitely check sites like Unconsenting Media and Doesthedogdie before going into this one, though.

Other fun more 'internet horror' things i can always recommend is Diminish, a 'This Game I Found' webseries with a deeply personal and touching twist on the genre I really enjoy. It's honestly probably one of my favorite pieces of art, like, ever. It's currently on something of an indefinite hiatus but its creator definitely wants to get back to it and soon. MASSIVE warnings for loss/grief, particularly surrounding the loss of a sibling/family member. Also lots of self-deprecation with an obvious undertone of suicidal ideation, as well as at least one direct reference to a suicide attempt and/or a suicide. Episode 14 contains what I personally think are some pretty unjustified references to real-world murder and genocide, but to be fair that is more of a personal opinion on its depiction rather than an objective analysis of its content and inclusion.

Another thing I'd love to recommend is Ivan Zanotti's My Madness Works' IMSCARED, which is probably my single favorite video game of all time. You've probably heard of this one if you like indie horror games or watched youtube videos in 2012 because this thing is an absolute darling of indie horror and was a huge hit in the horror letsplay scene on youtube when the demo came out. It just had a 10 year anniversary update that remastered the whole game that i've.been meaning to play. Huge warning for jumpscares and for imagery relating to suicide. That's the bread and butter of this thing and it makes up its most striking and impactful iconography. Its 4 dollars you should absolutely buy and play this game if you can and want to.

#ask #you're more than welcome to recommend things to me just dont do it under this pretense. idk why but it annoys me

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aanteater-nose · 1 year

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Here I go. So about the new Velma series. Not only was I very excited to see Glenn Howerton in a voice acting role, but the concept for an adult animated scooby doo was actually pretty appealing to me. The show would’ve been ripe for the now-adult audience who grew up in the golden age of Scooby Doo TV (not to mention it’s kinda timeless). When I first saw the poster art for Velma I actually really liked it. The art style and animation is cool and the colors are vibrant, giving a very “spooky” vibe to the show nothing short of the mystery gang aesthetic. Really, an adult scooby doo could’ve been so fun; shaggy and scooby get the munchies and end up driving to a taco bell late at night only to find it’s haunted or some shit like that. But of course, as soon as I saw that we were race-swapping every character (not only that but Velma is literally just Mindy Khaling cosplaying as Velma) I knew to have my doubts about what this series would be trying to accomplish. Was I gonna get a good show with interesting concepts and humorous writing...or some “look how diverse we are, give us your money” bullshit. Yeah it’s pretty clear which one.

I think we can all agree that comedy is subjective but holy shit. the humor and writing for Velma is just terrible. The show concerns itself so much with appearing edgy, witty, and (hate the use of the word but “woke”). It’s like if you sent a research team to twitter and had it come back with a script. Not to mention Mindy Khaling herself is uh, how you say, not funny? I honestly don’t know what I expected from her when I heard she’d be a big part in the Velma series, literally every show she’s ever helped produce or act in, she’s playing a self-insert of herself and her own life events. All. the time. There’s this self-pitying, snarky attitude that follows her wherever she goes, and unfortunately, that means the character Velma will be subjected to this misery as well.

Once again, it’s just the writing that is the worst part of this project. As a big fan of shows like Arrested Development and It’s Always Sunny, I love watching characters who are just awful people committing awful acts. However, in order for those characters to be loved, the writing has to actually be good. Watching the small clips of Velma I’ve seen, I feel like I’m constantly being lectured by that one kid in class who tries to one-up every joke ever told. The show (and mostly Mindy) tries to show off how “smart” and comically sarcastic they are. As for the race-swapping of every character but Fred (who conveniently stays white so that the gang can make fun of his heterosexual, small dick, male whiteness) Mindy claims it’s because she identified so much with Velma that she felt race did not need to be tied into the character at all...which is contradicting because if that were so, why not leave the character as is? Regardless, for a show that claims to care so little about race, there are a lot of race jokes. (they couldn’t even make those funny either).

I ofc cannot fail to mention the fake gay representation of Daphne and Velma. Anyone who’s ever watched scooby doo has had their own theories about velma and daphne, one of which being they were gay, so yeah that’s not a new concept. However, it’s so clear to see this show just lazily throwing shit in because it’s trendy. Not to mention anyone who attacks a show so full of minority “representation” will be attacked online and the creators know this. Essentially, all the inclusivity Velma parades is an obvious attempt to rack up brownie points, please do not accept this as real representation of any kind.

So yeah anyways in conclusion, the race-swapping and queer baiting is a cash grab, the writing is atrocious, and the main character is an asshole with no redeemable qualities doubling as a self-insert of Mindy. The fact that they already got renewed for a S2 despite the overwhelming backlash just shows that it expects to survive on hatewatching alone.

#Velma #Velma show #I’m def still bitter that I won’t get to see Glenn in new media that deserves him

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appleofmyowneyes · 2 years

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Hi, am not new here (incase you think) but have been rolling around this tag since long ago without being noticed.

It was by the end of 2019 my yt thought to surprise me with a recommended video of how mileven isn’t a compatible couple- but was shocked by the mike and will ship video like how they are real. At first i was like pfft - really? Aren’t they like bro bra besties but damn that video was the end of me.

Before i used to ship mil*even and was pretty obsessed with their sweetness (even after s3) however, that damn video completely changed my perspective and i was like WHAT THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE byler makes so much sense. Then my journey started as a pro hardcore delusional byler (I didn’t mind being or being called delusional for my byler heart).

I adore them so much i even started reading fanfics. Never in my life i read fanfics before especially about two teen boys - i mean who wanted to invest their time on reading about two fictional characters who aren’t even canon, right? Well i did.

I have no counts how many fics i read and felt giddy at the thought of them being together for real in the series with different made up scenarios in my head.

There was a time I didn’t even care about myself or my life coz it already sucks - only byler made my heart glow and the rest annoyed me as hell like i never thought i would care about two fictional characters more than myself, my health or my friends and family.

There’s was also a time when I stopped lurking in the tag and started joining different fandoms - byler was obviously the portal that opened a new way for my journey as a shipper (can also call me a fujoshi). No matter what book i read or see a movie I would always imagine them in any character and think “what if byler were in the similar situation” gosh the makers seemed to make them look head over heels for some reason - only to end it in despair and disruption.

Perhaps the writing and the direction or the actions of the characters plus the acting by the actors didn’t go hand in hand. But u know what i am still not losing my hope on byler. Would still loved to being a delusional dork for shipping the most amazing duo in my life. I mean look at their faces . I never saw that sincerity in Mike’s face for El, I don’t know why. For some reasons mil*even doesn’t seem to fit the bill for a couple - yeah i know they tried to portray that every couple have got struggles and no one is perfect. But damn when u compare mil*even with byler than of course i feel more connected to byler (btw am a heterosexual woman). They make me fall in love with love. That pure and soft gaze, clarified conversations without embellishing any words, sickening chemistry - i mean i might be wrong but mil*even for some reasons feels off. Maybe the actors- Finn seems to be less involved in the scenes but mbb putting all her efforts and that could be seen in her acting and of course i am not saying Finn is a bad actor but he’s kinda doomed with the ship.

Anyways, sorry for my little rant - but i really for some reasons not losing my hopes on byler, not until the end of s5. Call me delusional but heck yeah i still ship the sweetest, amazing fanon couple.

Why? It’s simple i love them too much to give up on them too soon. I know we all are disappointed by the outcome of v2. Ngl i pretty much expected that coz it was obvious - they were dragging mil*even towards the whole ily fiasco which was pretty obvious. But but u can think you’re in deep deep love with someone without it being romantic. I know they were cute and all and in love - but do u actually think at the mere age of 14 or 15 we completely realise that what the heck love actually is. Of course might be but not ready to go all the way. It was more like a heat of the moment like i never express my love towards my sister or my parents but once when my sister was seriously ill i bursted into tears and said all those sappy things like, I don’t want to lose or i ll die if u die (later sure regretted). My point is they are in love but not in the right love they both might subconsciously needed. Mike needs someone who understands him, tells him the truth, fix him, bear him, who’s into the same stuffs he likes (not necessarily but who knows him more than will) and tells him how great he’s. I bet Mike just took will’s advice a little too far and applied it with his own logic and the scenario. Of course he was scared to lose her and i admit his life literally started the moment he met El (i mean the whole series literally started with that) - she’s like a saviour for him - a superhero- a beautiful human whom he taught about life.

Whereas El needs herself and a family- she needs to control her anger and espouse a normal teenage life. Mike idolised El more than love and he thinks that’s love - it is love, but a different kind of love and bond which is beautiful.

In conclusion i still have faith in byler. I believe the leap in the series will help both El and Mike to figure themselves out and for Will he needs to open up more. I know it’s scary to open up in the 80s but he can with his family and friends - pent up emotions can be detrimental even if i am talking about a fictional character but he means alot to me.

Ps: please excuse my grammar and typos. I love u all and sorry for my unnecessary not needed rant.

#byler nation #byler

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writer-in-theory · 2 years

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Girl At Home (Spencer Reid x Reader)

summary: after one of the worst arguments they've ever had, spencer storms out of the apartment. he ends up at a bar where someone reminds him how important reader is to him. series summary: a series of oneshots to celebrate the release of red (taylor's version). 19 songs, 19 fics. pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader category: you know the drill. this is angst but happy ending content warnings: language, discussions of cheating, post-prison spencer word count: 2k a/n: hello!! so we’re getting two updates today and i have a reason for that. one, i had to miss a day for important reasons. two, these two fics ended up being shorter anyway so i figured it would work out to post them in the same day. expect ‘everything has changed’ to be posted tonight.

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“I don't even know her but I feel a responsibility to do what's upstanding and right...”

Bars were never Spencer’s favorite place to be. After everything that happened so many years ago, he stopped drinking. Even now the glass he was holding was full of water, so he wasn’t sure why he was there. The building was far too crowded, Spencer never liked the majority of the music that played, and overall there was simply no good reason for Spencer to be standing at the bar.

Except it wasn’t the apartment he shared with you, and that was all that mattered for now.

Spencer was desperate to forget the argument you’d just had; the words clinging to him and pressing into his brain so harshly he’d had a headache ever since he slammed the door shut behind him. You’d told him to go stay the night at Morgan and Savannah’s, but somehow he ended up here. He’d texted Morgan, asking him for advice in this situation but knowing he likely wouldn’t get a response until the morning considering the ungodly hour it was now.

Subconsciously, Spencer knew why he was here.

‘If you don’t love me anymore, then just fucking tell me, Spencer!’

How dare you assume he didn’t love you? After everything you two had been through, everything he’d done to make sure he wouldn’t taint you with the weight of his mind, you actually accused him of not caring?

Spencer could show you not caring.

So when you texted him, he turned off his phone, not wanting any reminder of you tonight. When he found an easy enough target, his feet were walking toward the woman before his brain could think about the weight of what he was doing.

Spencer was buying her a drink, it wasn’t you. He was making small talk, and it still wasn’t you. This was wrong and he felt it in his chest, but still, Spencer wasn’t stopping. He told himself it was because your relationship was at its end anyway. After getting out of prison, the two of you had been fighting more often than usual. He was more distant from you, and you seemed to tip-toe around him most of the time like he’d shatter if you said the wrong thing. Spencer told himself you were preparing to leave him anyway, so why not get a headstart on trying to get over you?

“You don’t seem like the kind of guy who’d be a cheating asshole,” the woman he was talking to finally said. He thought her name was Hannah. She was pretty enough—other men might describe her as absolutely hot—but he couldn’t help but think that she wasn’t you.

“What?” Spencer hadn’t thought he was obvious, but this woman could clearly see right through him. Of course, Spencer wasn’t really planning on cheating on you. As soon as his anger ebbed away, he was horrified that the thought even crossed his mind once. Still, he couldn’t go home, not yet.

“Honey, it’s so obvious how guilty you feel right now,” the woman told him, “Wanna tell me why you’re trying to get me in bed when you have a perfectly good girl waiting for you at home?”

“We had a fight, a bad one,” Spencer admitted, “We both said horrible things to each other. I know I didn’t mean what I said, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to make her forget how badly I hurt her.”

“Well, I can tell you that you don’t do it by hurting her worse.” The woman sighed, shaking her head. “It’s obvious you love this girl.”

“I love her so much.” Spencer was thankful every day he got to wake up beside you. When you’d first run into him, Spencer hadn’t known that you were perfect for him. It had been a slow and gradual build-up until suddenly Spencer couldn’t imagine his life without you. It hurt to know that your relationship was on the ropes, that you’d actually told him to go sleep somewhere else because you couldn’t stand to look at him in that moment.

He deserved it, after the argument. Even now, Spencer couldn’t remember why it had started or what it was about. All he knew was that ever since getting out of prison, nothing felt right. His skin still tingled like he was meant to be watching over his shoulder at all times, his heart still clenched when he saw you because he didn’t want you looking at the kind of man he was now. Spencer felt like a monster, and he couldn’t have someone as good as you lay your eyes on him.

“Then why the hell are you trying to throw it all away? That girl is probably the best thing to happen to you in years, don’t ruin that.”

“I know, I know she is. I think I already ruined it.”

“Nonsense,” Hannah scoffed, and Spencer noticed that while she had issues sleeping with him she had absolutely no qualms about indulging in the drink he’d bought her. “There’s always a chance to make things right after an argument.”

“I told her it was hard to love her.”

“Ouch.”

“I don’t know why I said it. We’ve been through so much lately, and she keeps pressuring me to talk about things I’m not ready for. I just snapped, but it’s not hard to love her. She makes me happy, I never thought I’d end up with someone as amazing as her.”

“Can I give you a word of advice?” Hannah asked, and when Spencer nodded she patted his chest and moved to walk away with, “Don’t tell me all of this. Go home, and tell that lovely girl everything. She’s waiting up at home for you, I promise.”

“How do I tell her what happened tonight?”

“Nothing happened. Believe me, with as much guilt as there was plastered all over your face, every girl in this bar knew what was happening. You weren’t going to cheat tonight, you were just looking for an easy way to push her away.”

"How do you know?" It was starting to feel like this woman was a mythical creature with how well she seemed to understand the situation.

"I've been that girl at home before. She's waiting for you, I promise."

It would be the toughest thing he did since getting out of prison, going home and trying to apologize for everything. Spencer would do it though because there was absolutely no way he could lose you. Hannah had been right: you were the best thing that had ever happened to him, there was no way he could let this go.

So he went home despite you telling him to stay away. Sure enough, when he stepped through the door of your shared apartment, you were sitting on the couch. You were wrapped up in a blanket, dried tear tracks still visible on your cheeks. You’d drifted off to sleep recently, but one gentle brush of his hand on your cheek was enough to stir you back awake. Spencer smiled as you yawned, taking in the adorable way you stretched, curling your toes and shaking out your arms a little.

“Hey,” you said softly, and Spencer would hate himself for the pure insecurity lit up in your gaze.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer told you, kneeling down so he was in on the ground in front of where you sat. He took your hands in his, pressing a gentle kiss to each one before he continued. “I am so sorry. There is not one day that I’m not thankful I get to love you. Without you, I don’t know how I would have gotten through any of this. You’re not hard to love, Y/N. It’s the opposite actually, and I’ll spend forever trying to make it up to you just please don’t give up on me.”

You smiled and shook your head, leaning forward to kiss Spencer gently. “I wasn’t planning on it, Spence. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Stop that,” you scolded, shaking your head and taking his in your gentle palms. “That’s what got us here in the first place. If you didn’t deserve me, then you wouldn’t have me. Spencer, you make me happy too. I feel so lucky that I get to be with you. So just accept that we deserve each other, okay?”

“I’ll try,” Spencer admitted, knowing it would be a long road to being in that place again. He’d finally begun to think well of himself before prison, but he knew he could do it. Eventually, he’d get there again.

“Come here,” you told him, patting the spot next to you. Spencer listened immediately, happy to sit and entangle himself with you. There was nothing more comforting than wrapping his arms around you, knowing you were there and you were safe.

After a few minutes of simply holding each other, you surprised him again by saying, “By the way, next time you want to sneak off to a bar, turn your phone off before you get there.”

Spencer sat up immediately, fear flooding through his body. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I promise I didn’t do anything.”

“I know you didn’t,” you answered immediately, calming any of his lingering fears that you were leaving tonight. “Spencer, you’re not that kind of person. I knew you’d figure it out.”

“Thank you for believing in me.”

“Well one of us had to, you dork,” you teased, ruffling his hair a little, “and I’m just saying if you ever did want to, turn your phone off because you’re still sharing your location with me.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

And with you by his side, Spencer was sure anything was possible.

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Supercorptober 2021 Day 4: Couch

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Kara’s not paying attention to the movie on the screen in front of them. Instead, she’s focused on the way Lena’s hand is playing with her own, joined hands sitting in Lena’s lap. She’s focused on the way Lena is leaning warm into her side, focused on the smell of Lena’s shampoo and the quiet beat of her heart.

She’s still amazed, that she can have this now, that she can sit here, cuddled with Lena, with her girlfriend, not having to hide how she feels anymore. And okay, it’s been three months since they started dating, since she got to hold Lena’s hand, kiss her, know what it’s like to see all of her, but it still hits her out of nowhere sometimes, just how lucky she is.

Kara tugs at their joined hands, lifts them to her mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of Lena’s hand, just because she can.

“Are you even watching the movie?” Lena asks. Kara doesn’t turn, but she can hear the smile in Lena’s voice.

Kara hums a yes in response, even though she definitely is not. But it’s not her fault, really. It’s Lena’s fault, for being warm and cuddly.

“Are you sure?” Lena asks, but before Kara can answer again, Lena pulls away from Kara’s side. She’s about to protest but Lena doesn’t go far. In fact, she ends up so much closer as Lena swings her leg over Kara’s, settling her weight into Kara’s lap, thighs bracketing Kara’s own as she straddles her.

Lena’s hands fall to either side of Kara’s head, essentially trapping her on the couch. Not that Kara would ever complain about something like this.

“Yes, I was trying to watch that,” Kara jokes, attempting to look past Lena while also trying to keep a straight face as she does.

Lena’s hand under her chin stops her as Lena tilts her head, Kara laughing as amused eyes catch hers. And then her laugh is cut off, as Lena leans forwards and kisses her.

The laugh turns into a sigh as Lena’s lips press against her own, Kara’s hands falling to rest against Lena’s thighs. The kiss is soft and warm and Kara would’ve easily gotten lost in it if Lena didn’t speak.

“I’ve missed you,” Lena breathes, breaking the kiss to rest her forehead against Kara’s.

She feels completely surrounded by Lena, her favourite place to be.

“I’ve missed you too,” Kara replies. They’ve both been so busy lately, they haven’t had much time for each other. Even with their busy schedules, they usually manage to end up sleeping in the same bed at least. But that’s usually Kara flying late to Lena’s apartment, slipping into bed to cuddle her sleeping girlfriend. Or Lena doing the same, when she’s been caught at work, she lets herself into Kara’s apartment, and Kara wakes up to find Lena asleep in her arms, before she has to leave for a Super emergency.

Kara’s favourite nights are when she comes home, and Lena’s asleep in her bed, hair a mess across the pillow, snoring lightly, Lena’s clothes hanging over the back of her chair. It gives her such a sense of home that Kara nearly cries the first time it happens.

Now their lives are so tangled together, Kara wonders if it’d be too early to ask Lena to move in with her. It probably is but that doesn’t mean that Kara doesn’t want to do it anyway.

Kara tilts forward, captures Lena’s lips again. Lena sighs into touch, sinking even further into Kara.

Lena’s lips are so soft against her own, so soft as they move from Kara’s mouth, press little kisses along Kara’s jaw. Kara tilts her head back, giving Lena better access as she trails kisses down her neck.

Kara’s grip tightens on Lena’s thighs when teeth scrape her neck.

She’s sure they’re not going to be leaving the couch anytime soon.

Except Lena stops, presses one last kiss to Kara’s neck before she buries her face in her shoulder instead. She takes a deep breath, and Kara’s about to ask if everything is okay, when words mumbled into her neck cause her to freeze.

She might have missed them if she didn’t have superhearing, but she hears them loud and clear.

“I love you.”

Kara’s breath catches, and then she’s grinning as she nudges Lena’s head, tries to get her to lift her head so she can see her.

And Lena does, sit back that is, so Kara can see her face, half hidden by a curtain of hair as she looks down at Kara. She looks beautiful and Kara has to resist the urge to lean forwards, to kiss her again. She has something important to say first.

Kara reaches out, brushes Lena’s hair behind her ear. “You love me?” she asks.

Lena bites her lip, looking uncharacteristically nervous as she nods. Kara can hear how fast her heart is beating in her chest. “Yeah.”

“I love you, too,” Kara says, feeling a giddy rush as she says the words. She’s held them back for so long, worried it’s too soon, but she’s literally been in love with Lena for years, and she doesn’t want to wait anymore, wonders why she has waited so long when she’s pretty sure it’s obvious how she feels about Lena.

Lena’s expression instantly changes, the nervous look in her eyes vanishing as she smiles, tears pooling in her eyes.

“Really?” Lena asks, breathless.

“Of course,” Kara takes one of Lena’s hands again, tangling their fingers together before she kisses said hand again. “Always.”

“I love you,” Lena repeats, this time not mumbled against Kara’s skin, words not hidden, but confident as she smiles at Kara.

Kara’s grinning too. She’s not sure she’s going to be able to stop any time soon. “And I love you.”

This time it’s Kara that kisses Lena, tugging her forwards so their mouths meet again. When Lena’s hand slips under her shirt, Kara knows they should move this to the bedroom.

She stands, hands under Lena’s thighs. Kara laughs when Lena’s surprise breaks their kiss, only to have her laugh cut off again when Lena presses their lips back together, causing Kara to have to focus on where she’s going so doesn’t break anything.

Kara drops Lena onto the bed, barely breaking their kiss as Lena pulls her forwards.

Kara presses in close, hands already tugging at Lena’s shirt to remove it. She wants to show Lena just how much she loves her, and not just with her words.

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Burn The Witch 20 - Final Warning [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Everyone has a past.

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Not that you had ever been in a situation where you wanted to come clean to a target and blow your own cover, but you could easily say that this was one of the hardest things you had ever been through.

And considering your career, you had been through a lot.

You had no idea how to even begin the conversation, and you were pretty sure that it would completely ruin every chance of happiness you would have with him, every chance of a future together but—

You had to keep him safe. You owed him that much.

Considering your whole relationship had been nothing but a lie.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name being called and you looked up, still holding the empty milkshake container.

“Yes?”

“Your boyfriend is here with the Captain America,” Tara winked at you, “Is he single?”

“Sam?”

“No Y/N, I’m trying to steal your man but letting you know beforehand. Yes, Sam!”

“Um—“ you tried to pull your thoughts together, “I’m not sure, I can ask.”

“Don’t make it obvious though,” she pointed at you and walked away. You let out a sigh, looking down at the empty container, then fixed your apron and walked out of the kitchen into the main area. You could feel the warmth in your stomach as soon as you saw Bucky and Sam in one of the booths, and you went under the counter to approach them.

“Hi darling.”

“Hey,” you pecked him on the lips and sat beside him, “Hi Sam.”

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted you as Bucky entwined his fingers with yours, “Anyways, as I was saying. I can look into her but unless you give me more information, we’ll hit a dead end.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked between them and Bucky thought for a moment.

“Maybe Sharon might help.”

“I mean she can try—“

“Who are you talking about?” you asked and Sam grinned.

“Bucky’s spy friend.”

“She’s not my friend,” he said almost instantly and your stomach dropped.

“O-oh?”

“I just want to learn who she works for,” he said, “Just in case.”

“In case of what?” you managed to ask and Bucky shifted his weight like he was uncomfortable.

“In case we need it.”

“But why would you need it?”

To that, he looked like he had no answer and Sam cleared his throat, grabbing his phone.

“Well, I’d better talk to Sharon,” he said, standing up from his seat, “To see what we can find. I’ll see you guys later.”

With that, he walked out of the shop and you turned to Bucky, your brows raised.

“So,” you said, “What’s happening?”

“No what you’re thinking right now,” he said quickly, “It’s just… I ran into her. Again.”

You actually wanted to find out how much information he would give you, so you decided to push.

“Oh? I didn’t know you went on a mission.”

“I didn’t, she broke into my house.”

You blinked a couple of times, staring at him as if you were confused. “I’m sorry?”

“I have no idea how she knows where I live, but—“

“She was in your apartment.”

“For like five minutes,” he added, “And she….she told me something.”

If he kept this up, maybe you had a chance to convince him to leave the country for a while by using your cover even if you couldn’t convince him by being yourself.

“What?” you asked him and he paused for a moment, then shook his head.

“It’s not important.”

Fuck.

“It sounds like it is,” you tried again and he cleared his throat.

“Nah it’s just…. Usual secretive spy stuff.”

“But are you safe?” you insisted and he smiled, pressing your hand to his lips, his fingers still entwined with his.

“Of course darling.”

No. No you’re not safe.

You bit inside your cheek, trying to find something, anything to tip him off without blowing your cover but you came up empty except for one thing.

You had to tell him. You had no idea how you would do it, and you had no idea how he would react but you couldn’t—

You couldn’t just sit there and let them take him and blame him for things he quite possibly hadn’t done. Knowing the General, he would pull every trick in the game to convince your superiors that he was dangerous.

And Bucky was one of the very few people you knew who didn’t deserve that.

But how could you do it? You knew it would mean losing him, you were quite sure that he would never trust you again, nor would he ever want to see you again. Not only that, but if the General found out anything about you tipping him off, you would be killed, that was for sure.

As he always said, actions had consequences.

“Don’t look so worried,” he said with a chuckle, snapping you out of your thoughts, “I promise you, everything will be alright.”

For some reason, you were having a hard time believing it but you tried to smile, then leaned in to kiss him.

“Yeah,” you managed to say, “Of course it will.”

***

By the time you were done at work, you were way too tired but it had nothing to do with the goddamn milkshake shop. You half wished you could ask Keith or Chloe about what to do, but you decided you actually needed to come up with a plan before getting them involved.

If you were going to get them involved, you had to make sure they would be safe even if you wouldn’t be, but it didn’t mean the lack of plan at hand wasn’t making you panic. Even the mind blowing sex wasn’t enough to put you to sleep, not when you kept thinking about how it would end soon.

Either way, you were going to lose him.

The thought of it made the tears burn your eyes but you rolled over in bed and looked down at him. He looked so peaceful without nightmares torturing his sleep and you sniffled before leaning in to press your lips into his dark hair, inhaling his scent. He moved a little, letting out a content sigh and you pulled back to grab your dressing gown, then made your way to the kitchen as silently as possible. After grabbing the wine bottle, you went to the bathroom to get in the bathtub, the cold surface against your warm skin giving you goosebumps.

You were being so stupid. Even more stupid than a Victorian lady risking it all for dick.

You cussed under your breath and took a huge swig of the wine, leaning your head back, desperately trying to find an idea to help you get out of this thing unscathed.

Or not to break his heart in the process.

By the time you had finished the bottle, you were still clueless but alcohol was slowly taking away the panic pulsing through you. You kept your eyes on the wall, tracing the rim of the bottle and only when Bucky knocked on the door that you realized he was awake.

Wow, the spy in you would be so disappointed if it were any other time.

“Darling?”

“Hey,” you called out, “You can come in.”

He opened the door and his brows furrowed as soon as he saw you in the bathtub holding a wine bottle.

“Hey,” he said, “Everything alright?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, then nodded and looked up at him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you said, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he said and approached you to crouch down, “Nightmares?”

“Something like that,” you mumbled, still holding the bottle tight, “What time is it?”

“3 a.m.”

You heaved a sigh and he reached out to brush your hair behind your ear.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked softly and that made the burning in your eyes even worse, but you cleared your throat and shook your head.

“Did you know….” You trailed off, waving the empty bottle, “In some cultures people drink at funerals?”

“Nope,” he said, “I didn’t. Whose funeral is it then?”

“Mine I think.”

He tilted his head, stealing a look at the bottle before smiling at you softly. You were aware that he thought it was just the wine and nightmares speaking, and you were way too tired to let him know, to explain-

To lose whatever it was between you.

“You’re not dead, sweetheart.”

“Not yet,” you managed to say, and he took a deep breath.

“Don’t say that,” he said, his voice low as if the thought was too much for him to handle and you let out a bitter chuckle.

“Alright, I won’t.”

“Do you want to come back to bed?”

You shook your head, wiping at your eyes.

“Okay,” Bucky said, “Is it okay if I stay here then?”

“Yeah,” you sniffled, turning the bottle in your hands. His fingers caressed over your hair and the action was so soothing that for a moment you felt yourself getting lost in the feeling before you turned your head to look into his blue eyes.

“Do you think that—“ you paused for a moment, “Do you think we could have a happy ending?”

“A happy ending?” he repeated, confusion flashing over his features and you licked your lips.

“Yeah, do you think….Do you think we could have that house with the red door and the big garden and the treehouse?”

A gentle smile curled his lips and he nodded.

“Yeah,” he said, “Absolutely. And if I’m remembering it correctly, I was told there would be a hammock between an apple tree and a peach tree.”

“And a dog.”

“And a dog,” he repeated, “And kids.”

You could swear your heart hurt.

“I’m going to tell you something but you’re not allowed to say it back,” you said, “Not…not yet anyway. Not right now.”

He tilted his head, “Okay. What is it?”

“…I think I’m in love with you,” you admitted, your heart beating like crazy as you wiped your eyes again. A light crossed his eyes but you couldn’t even decipher what it was, instead you reached out to hold his hand, leaning your head back again.

“Why am I not allowed to say it back?” he asked and a painful smile pulled at your lips.

“Just because,” you said, “And I’m—I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he asked and you opened your mouth, then the fear crashed down on you so you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Can we stay like this for tonight?”

He thought for a moment, then leaned in to press a kiss on your temple.

“Of course darling,” he said, “If that’s what you want, let’s stay like this.”

***

The next morning, you woke up with a clear decision in mind.

You had to tell Bucky and you had to get him out of the country before the General could lay a hand on him. You even had a speech in mind, but in the morning Bucky had an appointment with his psychiatrist so he had left early. You didn’t have much time anyway, you had to go to the base as well but it didn’t mean you were as calm as you would like to be.

You had to make sure not to make the General suspicious of you until Bucky was out but unfortunately, you hadn’t thought about your best friends.

Keith took one look at you when he saw you, then checked whether anyone was watching you before he placed his coffee cup on the desk and grabbed your wrist to pull you into the hallway.

“What happened?”

You crossed your arms and shrugged. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Something happened,” he said, “Tell me and I’ll help you fix it.”

“Keith-“

“Y/N, I know you better than you think I do,” he said through his teeth, “Is your cover blown? Is Barnes suspicious of something?”

You clenched your jaw, then shook your head.

“Then what is it?” he said, “Chloe says the mission will be over soon and you’ll probably become a handler, I thought you’d be—“

“That’s the problem,” you interrupted him, “The mission will be over soon.”

Keith shrugged, “Okay. So? Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Apparently not.”

He pulled his brows together, “What is that supposed to mean?��

“Maybe Bucky doesn’t deserve to be dragged here and have shit pinned on him. Again.”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds before a look of realization crossed his eyes and he ran a hand over his face.

“You’re not serious.”

“Keith—“

“That guy’s dick game can’t be that good. If you’re willing to put your life in danger just because he’s good at sex, I promise you there are a bunch of people who can fu—“

“It’s not because of that.”

“Oh it’s not? Then what is this about?”

“It’s not about anything, I’m just saying he doesn’t deserve it.”

“Y/N, if the General finds out you’ve gone soft—“

“I haven’t gone soft!”

“You know what happens to the spies who fall for their targets,” he whispered through his teeth, “No matter how much you want to—to put this behind you, to run away with him—“

“I’m not naïve,” you spat, “I know I’d never be able to run away. This is not a fairytale, I’m not going to walk off into the sunset with Bucky. He will never forgive me or want to be with me once he learns who I am.”

“Then?”

“It doesn’t mean he deserves this,” you said, “He tries to help people, and we will make people see him as dangerous.”

He shook his head, heaving a sigh.

“He’s a good person, Keith,” you said, “Unlike you and me, he’s a good person.”

“Y/N?”

You turned your head when you heard the General’s assistant calling out your name.

“Yes?”

“He’s ready for you.”

“Thanks,” you said and took a step but Keith grabbed you by the arm.

“Don’t tell him anything,” he whispered, “We’ll—we’ll figure something out, okay? Trust me, just don’t tell the General anything.”

You bit inside your cheek and nodded.

“We can talk about it later,” you said and walked to the General’s office. He was waiting for you behind his desk and looked up from the file when he heard you come in.

“Y/N,” he said, “Hello.”

“Sir,” you greeted him and sat down on the edge of the seat. “Hello.”

“I’ve been looking over your file,” he said, a small smile appearing on his lips, “And I gotta tell you, it’s….it’s very impressive.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Of all the missions we’ve put you on…” he said, “You haven’t failed. Ever.”

You felt like throwing up, but managed to smile back.

“You’ve taught me well.”

He let out a chuckle. “I’d like to take all the credit, but you and I both know it wasn’t just me, Y/N. You have a talent.”

Talent for killing and using people.

“Your father would be proud of you.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, that familiar ache at your heart making you sit up straighter.

“Growing up without him was very difficult for you,” he said, “I know that. I tried to help as much as I could and trust me, you’re like a daughter to me but I also know that deep down you waited for him to come back. Always.”

You rolled your shoulders back, trying to keep your head high.

“I’m not waiting for him to come back.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m not. He left me.”

He heaved a sigh and leaned in, his eyes locked into yours.

“I’m sorry you have to find out this way but your father didn’t leave you,” he said, making you frown. “The Winter Soldier killed him.”

Chapter 21

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #the falcon and the winter soldier #bucky barnes x you #tfatws!bucky

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The moon // pjm

⤷part of the In the cards series

pairing: jimin x fem oc

summary: It’s never-ending, what Jimin feels for you is constant and boundless. But you don’t know, you’ve never known, and Jimin thinks that’s okay. Until you find out and think that it’s not.

rating: M (18+)

tags: friends to lovers au, smut in the forms of tit play, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, kinda sub jimin but not for long, very slight possessive jimin (squint to see it), unprotected sex, very slight praise kink, creampie, cum eating, i hate doing the tags y’all i think this is it

wc: 4k

notes: this is part of my tarot cards series so the banner below is the spread for this specific fic, kinda lets you know what to expect

Jimin can’t help but to watch you from across the room. His eyes follow your movements as you lightly shove Jungkook, teasing him about something Jimin isn’t following, deciding that his attention was better spent looking at you. This isn’t the first time Jimin has lost himself in observing you, in fact, it happens more often than he’d care to admit. At first, Jimin tried to control it, quickly averting his eyes when he realized he was staring just a little too hard. But soon, Jimin found it impossible to look away from you.

See, when Jimin first met you all those years ago, he realized quickly that he’d have trouble getting you off his mind. The way you made his heart beat too fast and his palms get all sweaty were sure signs that he had it bad for you. He figured it would go away soon because it was just a small crush, nothing to worry about. But for Jimin, it never did seem to go away. When he was with you, he just wanted to be closer to you, ensuring he always had the chair beside you to get a front row seat to your radiant smile. When he was away from you, all he did was think about you and your pretty laugh.

Yeah, Jimin’s got it really bad for you.

He thought about confessing to you countless times. Confessing that he ached to be beside you always, that no matter what he did he just couldn’t seem to get you out of his head. God, he wanted to tell you so bad. And he’d get close to it too, pulling you aside, saying he needed to tell you something important. Only, when the time came for him to speak, nothing would come out and he’d find himself scrambling to make something up on the spot.

Although he wishes you knew how he felt about you, Jimin thinks it’s okay that you don’t know. He’s happy to be in your life regardless. Even if he doesn’t get to be the one who takes you out and takes you home and takes your clothes off. God, Jimin wants to take your clothes off.

“Isn’t that right, Jimin?” Your voice directed towards him pulls Jimin out of his thoughts that are quickly turning obscene. “I mean, you know Jungkook pretty well. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You’re looking at him with your eyes wide, waiting for him to agree with you. You’re wearing such a simple outfit but Jimin thinks you look so pretty like this, loose dark green t-shirt half tucked into your jeans and your baby hairs framing your face. Jimin flushes at your prolonged attention on him.

“S-sorry, I wasn’t really listening,” Jimin stammers, partly because he was still unsure of what you were asking him and partly because you just make him nervous.

Jimin’s heart pounds in his chest when you narrow your eyes at him like you’re suspicious of his answer. Just as you open your mouth, Jungkook interrupts, taking your attention off of Jimin. He sighs out a shaky breath. That was a close one, Jimin can’t let you catch him staring like that again.

You and Jungkook continue your playful bickering about God knows what. Jimin doesn’t care enough to start listening, probably wouldn’t even be able to hear the two of you over the sound of his own heart beating so loudly. Sighing, he gets up and steps out onto the balcony for some much needed air.

Hearing his distressed sigh, you and Jungkook’s eyes follow Jimin as he walks away, running his hand through his hair as he goes. You turn to Jungkook with a confused face, silently asking if he knew what was wrong.

“Ah, I don’t know, just ignore him,” Jungkook says, not looking you in the eye.

Jungkook’s a terrible, horrible liar, always has been; you see right through it.

“What is it, Jungkook? Is he upset with me?” You question.

Jungkook scoffs, only making you more confused. You motion for him to continue.

“Jimin likes you,” Jungkook says as if it’s common knowledge and then pauses. “A lot.”

You think your heart stops for a second, before you come to your senses and punch Jungkook in the arm for joking around when you’re not.

“Ow! What was that for?” Jungkook pouts and rubs his arm trying to alleviate the pain.

“Jungkook, seriously. Stop kidding. What’s wrong with him these days?”

“I just told you! He likes you!”

Jimin likes you? Since when? There’s no way, you of all people wouldn’t have figured that out if it was true. But, the thought of it makes your cheeks burn. You always saw Jimin like an angel, something beautiful that you could never be with. It was why you never said anything, figured you’d spare yourself the heartache because nothing but embarrassment would come out of it anyway.

Just then, Jimin walks back in, immediately turning into his and Jungkook’s shared kitchen. You stare at Jungkook with your eyes wide, hoping he might explain more of the details.

“You know what’s wrong now,” Jungkook leans closer to you so Jimin doesn’t hear and whisper-yells. “He’s like head over heels for you, he doesn’t shut up about you!”

“He’s never said anything to me! How can I know for sure?” You whisper-yell back.

“Oh, trust me, you should hear him when he—” Jungkook shuts up when Jimin walks around the corner, headed down the hallway to his room. Jungkook gives you a ‘say something!!’ look and for some reason you listen to him.

“Jimin!” You call out after him, still trying to figure out what to say next.

He turns to you, “Yeah? What’s up?”

Your brain races to find something to say, but comes up short.

“Uh—,” You start, just to fill the space.

“She wanted to know if you’d come over tonight! Right?” Jungkook fills in and turns to you, nodding his head slightly so that you’d get the hint.

“R-right!” You nod your head rapidly.

“She asked me too but I have plans tonight. But you should go!” Jungkook sounds just as nervous as you feel. Terrible, horrible liar.

Jimin looks at you, slightly unsure at the way you and Jungkook are acting but then you send him this smile. This smile, that makes Jimin remember all that is good and pure in this world and he’s sold on your offer.

“Sure, when should I come over?”

“Umm, around 5?” You say, then remember the mess that is your one bedroom apartment. “Actually, how’s 6?”

“6 is good, I’ll see you then,” Jimin smiles at you sweetly before turning to make his way to his room.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Jimin’s coming over. He likes you and he’s coming over. Once you hear the door to Jimin’s bedroom click shut, you turn to Jungkook frantically.

“What should I do?” You ask, panic evident in your voice.

“What do you mean ‘what should you do?’” Jungkook obviously doesn’t understand your current dilemma.

You groan at his obliviousness, “I mean, how should I act? Now that I know he likes me?”

“Well,” Jungkook starts, turning to face you fully. “You like him back don’t you?”

Your cheeks burn and you nod slowly. You’ve never told anyone about your feelings for Jimin, out of fear that he’d find out.

“Okay, good. Your next step is obvious. Seduce him.”

You choke on nothing at his suggestion, you want to punch him in the face for even saying that. “Jungkook, are you crazy? How would I even know what to do?” Your hands come up to your temples, rubbing to try and soothe the imminent headache coming your way.

“Jimin is so desperate for you, do anything,” Jungkook reassures you. “Just make a move on him, I’m tired of hearing him in the shower every night.”

Your eyes widen, “Wait wha—”

“I’m not explaining, now go clean your place before Jimin sees how messy you really are,” Jungkook stands, straightening his shirt. “And good luck! Don’t bring Jimin back till well past 11:30, okay?”

“I hate you,” You groan, standing up too to grab your things before saying goodbye and calling out “I’ll see you later!” to Jimin.

Hearing the front door shut, Jimin scrambles into Jungkook’s room where he finds him laying down.

“Oh my god, what now?” Jungkook opens one eye to look at Jimin.

“I can’t go, I won’t be able to control myself,” The words fall out of Jimin’s mouth so quickly Jungkook struggles to catch them.

“Relax. It’s gonna be fine,” Jungkook sits up, motioning for Jimin to sit down beside him.

“How can you be so sure?” Jimin’s voice wavers, he’s so nervous.

“Just trust me, hyung,” Jungkook rubs Jimin’s shoulder, comforting him as much as he could.

“Okay,” The crease in Jimin’s brow has eased a bit. “I guess I’ll go get ready.”

Jimin spends his time picking out his outfit and hating it, then picking out a different one and hating that one too. He messes with his hair, trying to figure out what would look best. Jimin can’t seem to decide on anything. All the while, he’s trying to figure out what he should talk to you about, if he should show up with a gift, maybe flowers? Jimin pops into Jungkook’s room every so often, asking him every question that comes to mind and Jungkook tells him over and over again that he’s overthinking it. Jimin knows he’s probably right; he just can’t calm down when it comes to you.

Being good friends with him and his friends, Jimin saw you quite frequently. He loved seeing you, hearing you laugh at stupid jokes that were being said. And as much as he loved seeing you, most of the time, Jimin tried not to be alone with you. You get Jimin all flustered, make his hands get clammy, he can barely get out complete sentences when it’s just you and him.

Jimin sends you an “i’m here” text when he parks his car and you come down to meet him. He sucks in a breath when he sees you wearing a light yellow dress that hits your mid-thigh.

“Hi, Jimin,” You rock back on your heels, waiting for him to answer.

“H-hey, thanks for inviting me.” Is Jimin still breathing, it doesn’t feel like he’s still breathing.

You wave your hand at his thanks, “Come on.”

You grab his arm and lead him to the elevator, pushing the button to the fourth floor. Jimin’s still unsure if he’s breathing or not, but he has to say it.

“You look nice.” Your smile at his compliment practically blinds Jimin. “P-pretty.”

Your cheeks flame. Yeah, you dressed hoping he would like it but that didn’t mean you were expecting to hear him say it.

“T-thanks,” You bite your cheek and look down, praying Jimin doesn’t see just how red you’ve become.

The rest of the ride up is silent, save for Jimin tapping his fingers on the railing, trying to ease his nerves. You don’t have to lead Jimin to your apartment, he knows which one it is, having visited with Jungkook plenty of times. You fumble with your keys, hands shaking slightly at the idea of you and Jimin being alone.

“I got us some snacks,” You say as you open the door and direct him to the small coffee table that has bags of chocolate and candies and chips piled up.

“That’s… a lot of snacks,” Jimin turns to you and laughs softly.

“I wasn’t sure what to get, okay?” You mumble and turn to close the door (and to hide your, once again, flushed cheeks).

Jimin’s made his way to your living room, sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa. Taking a deep breath, you sit beside him reaching for the tv remote and handing it to Jimin.

Jimin doesn’t even remember what movie he picked. He keeps his eyes glued to the tv even though doesn’t like the movie because it’s better than losing himself in the way your crossed legs look in that dress. Doesn’t even want to think about how smooth your thighs would feel under his palms. Jimin is a weak, weak man, especially when it comes to you.

45 minutes into the movie Jimin picked you’re so uninterested in the movie you could die. You look over to Jimin, his eyes are unwavering from the tv, his hand stuck in the air with a chip in it, too busy to bring it up to his mouth. Even in his focused state he’s still the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, lips puckered in confusion and his brows furrowed. You want to roll your eyes at him for not taking the perfect opportunity to say something to you. Leave it to yourself to make anything happen.

You slowly slide your hand across the short distance to his knee. You place it there lightly, feeling Jimin tense slightly underneath. His attention is now on your small hand, you can hear him gulp.

“Jimin,” you purr from beside him, squeezing his knee making him jolt. “Jungkook told me something today.”

Jimin gulps again, heart creating earthquakes inside his body. “W-what did he say?”

You turn your body towards him, sitting on your knees and sliding your hand just an inch higher. Jimin can’t make eye contact with you.

“Well, he told me something about you,”

Jimin’s breathing is shallow now, chest moving up and down quickly. You’re looking down at him with this look that makes him feel like he’s going to explode and Jimin thinks he probably will soon. Then you throw a leg over his lap, making yourself comfortable on his thighs and Jimin knows he’s going to combust.

“O-oh? W-what would that be?” He tries, really tries to sound cool, unaffected by your practically bare legs around him but fails.

Your clothed core against Jimin’s thigh provides instant relief to the pressure that had built up. You slide your hands up his toned chest, slinging your arms around his neck. Jimin flushes at your sudden closeness. He tries so hard not to ogle the way your tits squish together but the neckline of your dress is so low and Jimin can’t help it.

“Oh, come on, Jimin! I know you like me, know you wanna fuck me,” You say exasperatedly. “Jungkook told me!”

“He told you that?” Jimin looks horrified at Jungkook’s breach of trust.

“Well don’t you?” You cock your head to the side, baffled as to why he hasn’t pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist by now.

Jimin carefully brings his hands to rest on your hips, still wary of the situation. Under his touch, your body feels like it’s on fire. You can feel your panties sticking to your soaking pussy. You move up Jimin’s thighs, your chest almost touching his.

“Don’t you, Jimin?” You repeat your question softly. “Just say it; I know you do.”

“F-fine. I like you,” Jimin blushes fiercely, mumbling under his breath. “Wanna fuck you. Can’t believe he told you.”

Your heart does twirls at Jimin’s confession. You duck your head down, trying to catch his eyes but he looks away.

“Jimin,” His name comes out so softly. “I like you too, you know.”

Jimin’s head shoots up, his eyes are wide and starting to water a bit. He’s wanted to hear you say those words for so long that maybe his mind is playing tricks on him. He couldn’t have heard you correctly, could he?

“R-really?” He asks so quietly, as if he says it any louder you might change your mind.

“Really,” You confirm, brushing your thumb against his soft cheek.

“Oh,” Jimin looks flustered now. “I didn’t know.”

“And now that you do?” You’re so close to begging him to just do something.

With his heart leaping, Jimin inches his face closer to yours. Jimin’s longed to know how your lips would feel for so long, they always look just so soft. He wants to know if they’re as soft as they look. His eyes flicker down to them, just in time to catch your tongue poking out to wet them. The sight makes Jimin surge forward, planting his lips on yours.

Jimin’s lips feel just like you imagined, plush and velvety against yours. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, tilting your head to the side. You want to savor your first kiss with him, really you do, but it seems your hips have a mind of their own when they move against the growing tent in Jimin’s pants. You can’t contain the whine that tumbles out of your mouth, much like Jimin can’t control the groan he lets out.

“Jimin,” It comes out muffled against his lips.

Jimin doesn’t dare to take his lips off yours, only letting out a low “hm?” in response.

It takes all your strength to pull away from him, but you're desperate to feel him touch you.

“Do you wanna take my dress off?” You ask, already pushing a strap down.

Jimin’s hand doesn’t move fast enough to push down the other strap making the dress fall slightly. He groans at the sight of the tops of your breast being exposed. His hands pull down the neckline of your dress, nipples pebbling as they are exposed to the cold air. His hands come up to cup them softly, just pressing the pads of his fingers into the flesh.

“Jimin,” You whine. “Do something.”

Leaning forward, Jimin licks a circle around your nipple, rolling the other between his thumb and index finger. The cry you let out is lewd and it’s music to Jimin’s ears. His tongue rubs over your nipple before he latches on it, sucking roughly. Your fingers tangle in the strands of Jimin’s hair, pushing him as close to you as possible.

“God, I love your tits,” Jimin confesses before moving to the other nipple.

You let out a pathetic moan, pushing your crotch down on Jimin’s, craving any kind of relief. Jimin moans around your nipple, sending vibrations throughout your body. He removes his mouth from you, leaning back and kneading your breasts with both hands. You flush under his intense gaze, hips still rocking back and forth.

“Can I taste you?” The obscenity of what he says and the politeness of Jimin’s voice don’t match up sending shivers down your spine.

“Y-yeah, please.”

You let Jimin guide you to the floor, placing a pillow under your head and another under your hips. He pulls the dress down your legs, setting it to the side with care. You giggle at that, it’s so Jimin, and he sends you a small smile. Between your legs, Jimin runs his palms up and down your thigh (they’re just as soft as he thought they would be). Leaning down, he kisses up your thigh to the band of your panties, placing soft kisses there too. Your body buzzes under Jimin’s lips.

“Gonna take this off,” Jimin murmurs against your skin.

He rolls them your legs, placing them aside, using the same care he did with the dress. You’d giggle again but the way Jimin’s taking in the sight of your dripping pussy clenching around nothing makes the giggle get caught in your throat.

“So pretty,” Jimin sounds in awe as he traces the puffy lips of your cunt.

His praise makes your face flush. His fingers trace lightly around you before he pushes forward and leaves a wet kiss on your fluttering clit.

“J-Jimin,” You gasp at the feeling of his tongue, taking short quick flicks against you.

He travels down to your clenching hole, licking a thick stripe all the way up to your clit, sucking harshly.

You sob loudly, closing your legs around Jimin’s head. His arms wrap around your thighs to keep them open.

“You taste so good,” Jimin divulges before continuing his attack on your clit.

His fingers probe lightly against your drenched core, dipping them in lightly before taking them out again. You push your hips down on his face, greedy for more of him. You can feel him smirk against you at your urgency. He pushes two fingers in slowly, waiting until you’ve gotten used to the stretch before pulling them out and shoving them back in. You throw your head back in ecstasy, calling out Jimin’s name.

“So wet for me, all for me,” Jimin says it like he can’t believe it.

His fingers scissor inside you, curling when he hears you moan loudly, his tongue still assaulting your clit. He can feel you tightening around him, your walls fluttering.

“Jimin,” You call out warningly. “I-I’m so close.”

“That’s good, baby,” He says proudly, speeding up the pace of his fingers.

“N-no, wanna cum around you,” It comes out of your mouth brokenly.

Jimin groans against your clit, sending another wail out of your mouth. You whine when he pulls his fingers out even though it was your doing. Jimin quickly rids himself of his jeans, the tightness of them was starting to get painful. He situates himself between your legs again, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times before rubbing the tip against your folds.

“Jimin,” You plead, impatient to feel Jimin stretch you. “Please.”

Jimin pushes in slowly, letting out a whine when he can feel you stretch around him. You cling to his shoulders, making crescent marks with your fingernails.

“Y-you feel fucking amazing,” Jimin pants. “Holy shit.”

You moan loudly as Jimin starts driving his cock further inside you. Jimin’s lips find your neck, leaving wet kisses down the base.

“Feels so good, Jimin.”

Your hands tangle in his hair again, pulling at the roots causing Jimin to moan.

“Been waiting forever to fucking do this,” Jimin says between thrusts. “Don’t ever wanna fucking stop.”

“T-then don’t.”

Jimin’s rhythm speeds up, thrusting in and out of you roughly. With one hand beside your head steadying him, he reaches his other hand down to your clit, rubbing in circles with two fingers. The obscene squelching sound of your pussy and you and Jimin’s moan bounce off the walls.

“J-Jimin, I’m close, so f-fucking close,” You sob loudly, tears welling in your eyes.

“Kiss,” You reach out for Jimin, trying to pull him down to you. “Kiss me, please.”

Jimin obliges happily, smashing his swollen lips on yours. Your pussy clenches around him before your release gushes out. You see stars as your legs shake around him.

“Good girl, my good girl,” Jimin praises, still thrusting inside you, chasing his own release.

As you come down from your orgasm, Jimin’s trusts become sporadic, signalling to you that he’s close too.

“Cum inside, please.”

Jimin looks at you like he’s never heard something more pleasing. You watch his face crumple in bliss as he releases inside you, covering your walls in white.

Chest heaving, Jimin slumps forward, careful not to put all his weight on you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You’re both sweaty and it might have felt gross to Jimin if this was someone else, but this was you and Jimin has loved you for so long.

When he catches his breath, he moves down your body to look at you. Jimin never wants to forget the way your pussy looks when his cum is dripping out of it. You whine at the sensitivity when he swipes his tongue against you, collecting your mixed arousal. He leans back up to kiss you, letting you taste him and yourself on his tongue. And that might have felt gross to you if this was someone else, but this was Jimin and you have loved for so long.

Jimin pulls away with a satisfied smile, laying down beside you.

“So, what did Jungkook tell you?”

You turn to him with a smirk on your face, “Told me you think about me in the shower.”

Jimin’s face turns redder than you’ve ever seen it.

“I’m gonna kill him, seriously.”

“Really?” You tease, tracing your finger on Jimin’s chest. “I think we should thank him.”

“You’re right,” Jimin concedes. “I’m gonna thank him and then kill him.”

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Part Nine. Minecraft Dating 101

warnings: swearing, mostly super freaking fluffy but some oopsies at the end (which is the barely-there angst that i mentioned before!!), pet names?? if that bothers you??? (like...... one or both of them might use baby.........) word count: 5.3k (not including pictures)

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A/N: HEHEH SORRY ITS SO LONG SORRY hope you guys like it!!!! hope it lives up to your standards of minecraft dates lol also thank you guys all for all your suggestions!!! i loved all of them so much!!!! i would have added every idea except this was already 5k words so its much less “flirting” and more so “oh gosh im so nervous what am i supposed to do” from both of them so hehe i think thats more endearing anyway

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The familiar sound of a FaceTime call connecting rang in Y/n's ears and she held her phone up to her face. "Hi, Karl," she sighed.

"Y/N!!" he said with a cackle. "ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR DATE?!"

"Shut up, I'm doing this for you."

"I already gave you the tour though so really you could back out. You're choosing to stay." His voice was teasing and giddy. "Why's that, hmm?"

Heat rose instantly to Y/n's face. "Because I'm a woman of my word?"

"OkaAaAyy," he sang. "Or because you liiiiikeee himmm."

"Shhhut up, Karl. No, I don't."

"Suuuure."

"Is this why you called me?"

He giggled. "Yeah, but—"

Y/n disconnected the call and set her phone down with a small laugh and a shake of her head.

With her stream started and her chat greeted, the donation limit raised to $100 (both because she didn't want to be flooded with questions on the date and because she didn't want people to donate their hard-earned money), Y/n logged onto Dream's SMP and found the voice call Dream was in, George's name right under his.

After she clicked it to join, a small gasp emitted from her headphones before she heard Dream mutter something. "Get out, get out, leave."

George's voice was normal. "But I wanna—"

"GEORGE!" Dream yelled, making Y/n giggle.

"Fine!" George yelled back. "Have fun you two," he sang like Karl did before a sound from Discord told them that he left.

It was silent for a second before, "Hi."

"Hi." She giggled. "What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just some last minute, uh, setting up."

She hummed, amused at the sound of his frantic voice.

"So, um... are you ready for our date?"

"I don't even know where you are. I'm still in my house."

"Knock, knock," he said with a laugh. Y/n turned to see green peeking through the cutouts on her oak door and she laughed.

She ran to the door and opened it for him, revealing Dream in a slightly altered version of his Minecraft skin. He looked the same, except the white blob appeared to be wearing a necktie of some sort. "You look ridiculous," she admitted with a smile. "Wait, is this a fancy date? Should I change my skin?"

"It's not fancy, I just wanted to look my best for the prettiest girl in the world."

"Ohmygosh," she muttered to herself, hoping that writing off his charming words and actions as annoying would make her face not heat up as much. So far, it hadn't worked. Two minutes in and she was already blushing like a schoolgirl whose crush asked her to play tag at recess. "So, I'm not underdressed?"

"No, you're always perfect."

She didn't comment, opting for an eye-roll instead. Truthfully, she wanted to flirt back with him, try to make his heart beat fast like hers already was, but she was worried her words wouldn't come off joking and that the true intention would be obvious, that he'd be able to breeze right past the jovial tone and hear the sincerity in her words. Wait, true intention? What was her true intention? Her true intention should obviously be to just joke around and have some fun, but deep down she knew the motivation for teasing him came from somewhere different, somewhere more meaningful.

She wanted to tease him because she wanted to be the one to make him blush, to make him trip over his words and not know what to do with his hands.

Why? Well, she was still figuring that out.

"If you're ready, follow me, ma'am."

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as she followed his character down prime path.

"Hmmm..." he mused. "A secret, obviously."

"Obviously," she scoffed. She noticed that he was several blocks ahead of her and she smiled to herself. "Hey, Dream?"

"Hm?" he asked, spinning to face her as he ran backward.

"I don't know how many dates you've been on, but usually people walk together. You know, gives them an excuse to maybe hold hands or at least enjoy each other's company?" She made sure her voice had just the right balance of teasing and seriousness, curious as to how he would respond.

"I, uh... oh."

"Unless you want me to just meet you there. I mean, you're practically running away from me."

"I'm just excited!" he excused, stopping briefly so she could catch up with him.

"But look at how many beautiful things there around us to look at while we get to where we're going!" she told him. "Well, maybe not that," she said with a laugh as she punched her fist towards Tommy's dirt house. "But other things."

Dream laughed and continued to walk next to her like she requested, pausing if he ever got too far ahead. "How can I look at all those when the most beautiful thing is walking right next to me?"

She's never rolled her eyes so hard in her life. "Shut up," she mumbled as she punched him.

"OW! BUG!"

"That was supposed to be a pat on the arm but Minecraft only has one level of hitting and it's a punch. Sorry."

Dream wheezed briefly before containing his laughter. "This way," he instructed, getting off the path and starting into the woods.

"Oh, really you're trying to kill me. That's why you didn't want me to wear anything nice. Didn't want me to ruin any of my fancy stuff."

"Foiled my plans," he joked lightly. "Okay but really, um, I was thinking—well, so you already have a house but I was thinking we could build one together. Or build something, I don't know. But you're really good at building and I know you really enjoy it so I thought maybe you could show—like, teach me and then later I'll teach you something and then we can have a little picnic dinner."

Y/n smiled at her nervousness. "Hey, that actually sounds really fun!"

"What? What do you mean actually?" He laughed. "What, did you expect me to plan something boring?"

She laughed over his dramatic pouting. "No, but I mean, I didn't know what to expect," she said shyly. "I do have to say, though, I'm not sure what you plan on teaching me. I'm pretty much a master at all possible Minecraft skills, so..."

"Oh, really?" he taunted. "Everything?"

"Mhm," she hummed, her confidence wavering at his smooth voice.

"We'll see about that..."

"Unless you mean you're gonna teach me how to code Minecraft. That's a Minecraft skill I will admit I know nothing about."

"No, no, nothing like that," he said with a laugh.

"Good, save the programming talk for later."

"For laaater, hmmm?" he sang flirtatiously.

"Oh my gosh," she said through a laugh. "You would think that's what I meant."

"Hey, you're the one that said you think it's cute when I talk about coding. Maybe you're into that."

"I was saying it's sweet hearing you talk about stuff you like, you nerd. Why did you immediately think—what, is your idea of dirty talk talking about... like... computer viruses?"

"WhAT?"

"Hey girl, lemme clean out your motherboard," she mocked in a deep voice. "You overclock my processor. Lemme program your, uh—uh...hAHA, nevermind, ew, no."

"BUG?! WHAAAT? What is wrong with you?" His gasps for breath between wheezes made her laugh with him. "Don't ever talk like that again, pleASE."

"I won't, I won't, I'm sorry. Oh my gosh."

"Is that your idea of flirting? You are bad!"

"No, no, no!" She laughed. "I was making fun of you. No, I'm actually really good."

She couldn't stop giggling to herself for a few minutes, embarrassed but also proud of the reaction she got from Dream. She loved hearing him laugh as if he would never stop, it made her heart so happy to hear, especially when she was the one who caused it.

Though she feared her horrible pickup lines, if you could even call them that, were already clipped, ready to be used against her for the rest of her life. Worth it. Probably.

They approached a cleared-out area in the woods and Dream stopped and turned to Y/n. "So, we're here. What should we build?"

"Oh, so now I have to plan? Wow, you are so underprepared," she joked.

"What, no! I originally... I wanted to build a, like, a house together because I didn't— I forgot you made your—your house already and—but since you already have one—"

"We can still build a house," she interrupted with a soft voice. Him fumbling over his words was very endearing but also very confusing. How serious was he taking this bit? Or was he... actually nervous? She was actually nervous but she had reasons to be: a huge live audience to entertain and not ignore, and the weird staticky, itchy feeling in her tummy every time Dream spoke to her. Both valid reasons to be nervous. What was his excuse?

"Really? You wanna build a home together?"

Heat rose to her cheeks at his wording and she hummed. "Mhm. You can be my secret lover I hide in my vacation home. Like a second life kinda deal."

He scoffed. "Oh, now I'm just your side piece, Bug?"

"Nah, you're my main bitch, baby. I just wanna hide you away to keep you for myself because I'm selfish."

There was silence on his end for a few moments, making Y/n's face practically catch fire as she thought about her words. Why did she say that?? How can he flirt all the time but as soon as she says something: dead silence.

"Well.... shhhhhit," he finally mumbled definitively.

"You wanted me to flirt with you, Dream. You literally asked me too!" She laughed, trying to cover up her embarrassment. It had been less than 20 minutes and she already made a fool of herself.

"I did, I did, I just—wow. Come on, that was... I didn't expect you to go from never flirting to calling me baby!"

"Too much?" she bit her lip as she waited for him to explain if it was a good or bad thing.

He paused again. "....no."

She laughed loudly, pulling her hoodie collar up to her face in an attempt to rid herself of the giddiness and heat on her face. Like anyone could see anyway.

"So, a house?"

"A house."

"What kind of house do you think we should build together, Dream?"

"Maybe...." he thought as he ran around the area. "Maybe, like, a log cabin? Since we're in a forest. It's fitting..."

"Very true, very true..." she thought. "I was thinking a castle was more suited for you, king, but a cabin works too."

"Bug!" he yelled, laughter bubbling up in his voice. "What is wrong with you?"

"What?" she said defensively, giggling.

"You're a handful today," he groaned under his breath and she smiled. Though his words said one thing, Y/n could tell he was enjoying her energy.

"So, a dinky, old cabin, or what?"

"Whatever you want to build," he sighed.

"You always this agreeable?"

"Only to you."

"Well, I honestly don't have much practice with building cabins and since I want to show off my skills, I mean, that's the whole point of this, right? For me to impress you with my skills?"

Dream laughed so she continued.

"I think we should build a treehouse."

"A treehouse?"

"Mhm. What do you think? I make a pretty bomb treehouse."

"That sounds awesome!" he agreed. "Oh, and it could go from, like, one tree to another and, like, connect with a bridge! Like, the living room on one and the bedroom on another."

"Yeah, exactly! Okay, it's settled."

"What do we need? What do you want me to do?"

"I'm thinking.... we use cobblestone?"

Dead silent. Literally no noise until a few moments later, ".......Bug. This might be a deal-breaker."

"I'm joooking! You think I'd build something out of cobblestone? Who am I, Tommy? No, what's your favorite wood?"

"Dark oak."

"GOOD. Me too. So.... we need dark oak. Or, wait! Okay, hear me out."

"I'm hearing..." Dream prompted as he pressed A and D on his keyboard back and forth, earning a giggle from Y/n. He character was bouncing left and right is excitement.

"Dark oak planks..." she started.

"Mhm."

"Stone bricks..."

"Go on."

"And green wool for accents."

"Well, now you're just pandering."

"No!" she laughed. "Not, like, lime wool. Green wool. It's close to you but not as... obnoxiously blinding."

"I trust your vision. I'll go get materials."

"Perfect, you're the best, Dweam."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled before laughing. "You pick out a tree you think would be best for the main part."

40 minutes later, they were nowhere near being done. Y/n had shown him how to make a good house layout after he placed the floor in the shape of a square. She had yelled at him for it first, of course. They also had the frame of the walls and one bridge but nothing on the other side of said bridge. Not wanting the stream to last six hours since this was only the first part of the date, Y/n made a suggestion.

"What if...."

"What if what?" Dream asked, pausing to look at her character, who had stopped fixing his mistakes. "Did I mess something up?"

"No, I was just thinking. What if we make this the whole house and do a little garden on the other side of the bridge? Or like a little cute thing."

"A little cute thing?" Dream laughed.

"You know, like a thing," she said, knowing she hadn't clarified anything. "I forgot this is only date one, you can't read my mind yet."

"Oh, so there are gonna be future dates? I thought this was just to pay off your debt?"

She paused, playing with her hoodie strings between her left hand. "Well, I guess we'll see."

Dream laughed. "So, what little cute thing did you want to make?"

"We could put a bench facing the sunset and have some potted flowers and hang lanterns and stuff."

"Oh, like a romantic spot?"

"I guess if you wanna think of it like that."

"Sounds cute," he said. "So, we have to change the layout in here then?"

"Nah, I mean, we can just not add a kitchen, we obviously don't need one anyway."

"True. Then all we need is to put our bed down, right?"

"Beds," Y/n corrected.

"Well, when they're together it looks like one big bed."

"Who said we're putting out beds together?"

"Buuuuggg..." he whined. "Come on... lemme put my bed next to yours."

She giggled again. What was with all the giggling, sheesh. "No. There's plenty of space, put it somewhere else." She placed her white bed down in the corner and went across the bridge to bring her idea to life, or, to Minecraft.

It only took about ten minutes and she finished when Dream spoke again. "I think I'm done."

"I am too! Let's take one final look around." She went back inside and immediately noticed his bed right next to hers. She stared at his character and he laughed.

"Whaaat?" he asked shyly and she just sighed, letting it happen. They took a look around and agreed that it was basically the best treehouse in the entire universe, both in Minecraft and real life.

"Bug, you're so good at building," Dream complimented as he ran around the house. "What's your favorite part?"

"Ummm...." She looked around before deciding on the bridge. "I like how you made the bridge. And I like the little touches you added to it. It's nice."

"Thanks! I think the 'little cute thing' you did is the best part."

"Shut up, I can't stand you," she scoffed. "But thanks."

"Hey, Bug?" Dream asked, leading her back into the house. He faced the two beds placed together and she prepared herself for the worst joke of all time. "Is this where all the programming talk happens?"

"I knew it! I knew you were gonna say that! Shut up!" She punched Dream as he laughed loudly and she couldn't stop smiling. "You're such a nerd. You're so annoying."

"OH! I have an idea, wait here."

***

It had been a solid eight and a half minutes of Y/n waiting for Dream and he showed no signs of returning. He was silent too, so she resorted to saying random things to get him to crack.

"When will my husband return from war?" she joked, her voice laced with sadness and longing.

There was a small suppressed laugh from his mic, but still no words.

"Sometimes I think I can still hear him laughing at me."

He must have gotten reeeaaalll close to his mic, because his next words, the first ones he had spoken in almost ten minutes, were whispered but she felt like he was in her ear. "I'll be home soon, baby."

Once again, she was so glad her chat couldn't see her because she literally shivered and her face was so warm she felt like she was glowing.

For the first time all stream, her eyes betrayed her and she looked at her chat as she pulled her hoodie collar up to her face.

user18: BUGSY BEIN REEEAL QUIET

user4: i think i just passed out

user11: wHAT ON EARTH DREAM ADKXKH

user7: BUGSY ON GOD BE REAL WITH US WTF IS GOING ON RN

user2: hey bestie i cant do this rn

user9: they can't talk to each other like that and say they're just friends pleASE

Also for the first time all stream, someone dared to donate at her limit (which, again, was ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS).

karakatara donated $100 I had to donate bc I just HAD to tell you how cute you and dream are! honestly my favorite couple ever and I was just wondering how long you've been dating??? love you and your videos!!!!!

It was $100. She had to answer it. Meaning, she had to use words after Dream said that like that and she wasn't sure that was physically possible right now.

"Aren't you going to answer?" Dream taunted.

"Wha—what, are you—you stream watching, you weirdo?" she forced out. "Why?"

"I wanted to read your chat, they're really funny."

"I haven't been reading it."

"What, why? They've been so funny this whole time."

"I've been too scared to."

"Too scared? Of what?"

Of the jokes that she wanted to be real? Of seeing something so cute only to break her heart when she remembers it's all a joke? Of seeing someone hate her for being so close to Dream? Many things.

"Of seeing something... that boosts your ego."

"What? Oh, come on. Hey, answer the dono. Someone gave you their hard earned money for that."

"Yeah, wait, chat, I had the limit that high so you DON'T donate! Why on earth would you—"

"You're avoiding the question."

"We aren't actually dating! Not actually a couple!" she said with a laugh, though something in her heart was very much against laughing at that fact. "Obviously not."

"Well, it's only the first date, so, we'll see I guess, but..."

"I cannot stand you. Thank you so much for the dono, though, Karakatara. You're insane for... yeah. Thank you so much." She turned her attention back to Dream. "Actually though are you ever coming back?"

"Yeah, what, I'm almost there. I see the you staring out the window. ."

When he got inside, he dropped a blue cornflower for Y/n and stepped back. "Okay, now, give that to me."

She followed, not understanding. "For you, Dream." She dropped the flower.

"Aw, Bug! That's so kind! Aw! Thank you! Here's a flower for you, too!" He dropped her a red poppy and then put two item frames on the wall above their beds. He put the blue cornflower above his bed and she followed by putting the red one above hers. "Now that's my favorite part of the house."

"You didn't want to use the real ones? What, did you lose my flower or something?"

"Hell no!" he defended loudly. "No, I just don't want someone to steal that one. It's in my enderchest for safe-keeping."

He said it so casually like it was no big deal, but her heart soared. She too had his flower in her enderchest.

"This," she said dramatically with a sigh, "is now a treehome."

***

"I already told you I'm the best PVP player out there."

"Bug, honey, I've seen you play Bedwars. You're trash."

"Hey!" Hehe, honey. Shut up brain.

"But that's okay! I'm here to teach you."

Y/n's character stood across a makeshift battlefield from Dream's, an axe in hand and armor that was definitely donated by DreamXD on her body. "This is kinda sexist of you. Assuming I know how to name a cute house but not fight."

"Oh no, that's not—crap. Bug, I'm only basing this off of your streams, which I watch all the time—"

Once again, he said something so casual and yet it still made her heart skip three beats and once again, she grabbed the collar of her hoodie and pulled it up to hide her face. This thing had to be stretched by now from how often it was yanked on in this stream alone.

"—and don't get me wrong, you're great! But you're also good at a lot of stuff and—"

"Dream!" she giggled out. "I'm teasing. I admit you're much better than me."

"I wouldn't say much better but... it's the only thing I could possibly teach you anything about because you're just so good at Minecraft." His tone was sarcastic at this point but she knew he was meaning what he said.

"Whatever. Come on, Dream, show me how it's done."

He actually had a lot of very useful tips that Y/n otherwise would have never thought about. I guess when you tryhard Minecraft, she thought, you learn a thing or two about pvp. It was a complete joke, but she still kept it to herself.

"I could basically beat anyone now," she said confidently.

"Yeah, basically. Except maybe Technoblade."

"Nah, even him."

"Let's see how good you really are. To the death."

"What?" She laughed. "You're gonna try to kill me on our date?"

"Yeah, scared?" Seconds later, a creeper exploded near Dream and he screeched, jumping back. Y/n lost it. She laughed loudly, clutching her stomach.

"Dr-Dream!" She laughed. "What the hell was that?"

"It scared me!" he argued. "Here, I'll protect you," he offered, running past her and killing a skeleton that was shooting towards her.

"I don't need protecting, especially from you! Besides, if you're trying to kill me, you'd let the mobs get me."

"No," he decided. "No one's allowed to kill my Bug."

She was literally going to explode. "Wh—"

"Only I get to."

"Dream!" she scoffed, running to kill the skeleton first. She succeeded and he pouted.

"Hey—I did more damage than you, you just had the final hit."

"Really? Cause to me it looks like I'm your knight in shining armor."

"Nuh-uh," he spat.

"Dream. F5 right now, you're covered in arrows."

There was a pause. "Oh whatever." He hit her once and that's all it took for them to start fighting, throwing jokes and taunts at each other the whole time, eventually resulting in a satisfying win for her.

Dream was slain by Bugsy

"WHAT?! HOW?"

<Tubbo> i thogt you were on a date <Ranboo> well definitley not anymore <Ranboo> is that canon <JackManifoldTV> WOMEN

"What was that about you being better than me?" Y/n teased.

"Oh, come ON! I still had damage from the skeleton, and besides, I taught you everything you know!"

"That just makes you a very good teacher, Dream," she said sincerely and he paused, probably expecting her to insult him instead of compliment him.

"Yeah, suck up now that you've murdered me."

***

They were finally at their final stop, three hours into the stream. Not too bad on time, though this was probably the longest Minecraft date in the history of Minecraft dates. Also the best, but maybe Y/n was biased.

There was a huge tree, obviously built instead of naturally generated, with lanterns hanging down and lighting areas of the dark world around them. Under that was a checkered pattern of carpet, a single chest in the center with a potted plant sitting next to it.

"The carpet is supposed to look like a, uh, what's it called... picnic blanket?" Dream explained as they approached the scene, clearly not happy with how it turned out. "It looks weird. Nothing compared to the treehouse you built."

"We built," she corrected. "And this looks awesome, Dream," Y/n complimented. "It's is also my favorite colors."

"Yeah, I had some help from Karl on that one."

She leaned back in her chair in real life and pressed her hands to her face. Oh, it was so unfair how cute he was when he was shy like this. She glanced at chat, which only made her face go from the temperature of molten lava to basically the sun. She was going to explode.

She hummed, a little giggle coming out as well. "That's cute."

She sat (crouched) on the picnic blanket (piece of carpet) while Dream put a disc in the jukebox off to the side.

"Is that a Tommy disc?" she giggled and Dream laughed.

"No, no, no, don't worry. There shouldn't be any continuations of wars interrupting our date."

"Shouldn't be," she emphasized, noticing someone approaching them from the distance.

Dream was about to speak when Quackity reached them and quickly joined the voice channel.

"Oh no," Dream sighed. "We've come so far."

"AYYEEE WHAT'S GOING ON, MAN?!" Quackity yelled in his Mexican Dream voice, his voice bubbling with laughter. "IS THIS A DATE OR SOMETHING, MAN?"

"Quackity, go AWAY!" Dream ordered, punching the character who had stripped to his underwear. "YOU'RE INDECENT! THERE IS A LADY HERE!"

Y/n laughed, enjoying the scene of fancy Dream hitting naked Quackity away from their picnic dinner.

"I'm your waiter, I'm your waiter!" Quackity said in his normal voice, still laughing. "DREAM! WILL YOU STO— QUIT HITTING ME!"

This had turned chaotic very quickly.

"We don't need a waiter," Dream informed him.

"Then I'm the singing gram you ordered." He started singing a song and Dream groaned. "HEY THERE DELILAH WHAT'S IT LIKE IN NEW YORK CITY—"

"No! You're being a clout chaser, go away!"

"I'm honestly impressed we made it this far without anyone coming into the voice channel," Y/n admitted.

"I paid them," Dream joked.

"You did not!" Karl's voice suddenly came through and Y/n laughed. "We were all just being polite and staying away but we're getting bored! We've been so patient!"

"Yeah, hurry up! We wanna play!!!" Sapnap whined. "Dream, it's not fair for you to steal Bugsy from us for so long."

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed with a laugh as Dream laughed along.

"Just ten minutes! Ten more minutes!" Dream bargained but none of them would have it. "Just so I can say goodbye!"

"No!" George insisted. "Right now!"

"Look, wait, wait, hold on—"

"—hold ON!" Dream begged, watching as the three boys ran and joined Quackity by the picnic blanket.

Y/n could not stop laughing at all the avatars around them. The date had been so peaceful and cute but all good things must come to a chaotic end.

"Wait, come on, Karl, Karl, Karl," Dream said quickly. "Come here. Bug, just a sec, please. Stay right there."

"Okay," she agreed, curious to see his plan.

Karl followed him and of course Sapnap couldn't help but also join them.

"Okay," Dream whispered loudly, clearly wanting everyone to hear his offer. He crouched and the other two copied. "Just give me ten minutes—"

"Ten?" Sapnap asked loudly.

"Shhh!!! Yes, ten minutes, to say goodbye and, you know, end the date."

There was a long, thick pause. "What exactly are your intentions with Bugsy Games," Karl asked seriously, matching Dream's whisper.

"Well, I wanna make sure she gets home safe, you know, so I'm gonna drop her off and, I don't know, see if maybe.... maybe she'll give me a hug?"

Karl and Sapnap both gasped dramatically and Y/n giggled, sparing a glance at her chat who were all freaking out.

"What the hell?" Quackity said while laughing. He and George were still standing near Y/n so they were just watching the goons with her.

"Bugsy is not that kind of girl!" Sapnap protested. "You think she's just gonna give you a hug?"

"Sapnap! Do you not know how to whisper???"

George let a loud laugh slip before slapping his hand over his mouth, which his mic picked up.

"Okay, Dream, wait, so you're gonna try to... hug her?" Karl clarified. "She won't even let me hug her. Good luck."

"Well, I'm not going to force her into anything but, I don't know, she said something about holding my hand earlier so I just thought maybe there's a possibility—"

"WHAT?" Karl yelled before going back to the whisper. "Okay, okay, don't panic, but that's huge. Dadnap, a word?"

He and Sapnap broke off from Dream and formed their own huddle, except their whispers were incoherent mumblings that weren't even English.

"Oh my gosh," Y/n groaned loudly, an unmistakable laugh behind her words.

"Okay," Sapnap said, rejoining Dream. "We'll give you five minutes but if you take any longer, we're barging in and killing you."

"Yes, sir!" Dream said. "Thank you, sirs."

"Mhm. Okay, break!"

They all uncrouched in sync before Dream ran back to Y/n.

"How did it go?" she asked as if she didn't hear the entire conversation.

"Bad news," he started. "Your dad's want you home."

"Shame, I was quite enjoying my time."

Dream slowly turned towards the boys as if to glare at them for ending the date before turning back to her. "Then, maybe, I don't know, we could do this again sometime?"

"I.... think I'd like that," she said slowly, trying to tease him.

He giggled and told her he was going to drop her off at her house, even though when the date was over, they were all probably gonna mess around together anyway so there was no point in them leaving the group. But it was the thought that counted.

He ended up taking her back to the treehouse, which warmed her heart. She also noticed when they faced each other at front of the door, she could see the four other boys watching them.

"Goodnight, my sweet Bug," he said poshly.

"Goodnight, Dream." He turned away but she stopped him. "Wait!" She moved to his side and made a loud, MUAH, sound before stepping back in front of him. "A kiss on the cheek," she clarified, not wanting him to think she gave him a real kiss.

"Cute," he said under his breath, almost like he didn't mean to say it out loud. "Night night." He turned away and ran down to the others, screaming the whole way. "GUYS, DID YOU SEE THAT? BUG GAVE ME A KISS ON THE CHEEK!! OMG DID YOU SEE, DID YOU SEE?"

Chat was gonna have a field day with that. Actually, with a lot of things that had happened. Oh, she could see the clips and edits now.... oh boy.

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Payback's a Murder

Word Count: 2k Description: Mammon may be the Avatar of Greed and may constantly try to con his brothers, but others who try to do the same will find themselves at the wrong end of his murder. Part of the A Demon's Nature series. Finally got back to this, so here we go with Mammon's turn! Note: Mulciber is a demon mentioned in John Milton's Paradise Lost. He served under Mammon and was an architect. Can also be found on AO3 here. content warning: blood, body horror, torture via the sharp ends of birds

The Avatar of Greed often found himself in trouble, whether it be because he stole personal belongings to sell or tried to cheat someone out of cash or … well, there were a lot of ways. Call him reckless, but when he saw an opportunity to make some cold, hard Grimm, he wasn’t about to pass it up!

But if someone tried to cheat him out of something? That wouldn’t do. Few dared to try it if they knew just who they were dealing with, but that didn’t stop some from trying anyway. They always regretted it afterwards.

The real issue, however, was if someone tried to cheat his brothers out of something. After all, he was the only one allowed to rip them off (that was his justification, anyway). The moment he finds out someone else tried to play confidence demon with any of them, it was a one-way ticket to the Great Mammon’s Beatdown Extravaganza.

He was walking by Leviathan’s room earlier when he heard a loud crash, some swearing, and a slight rumble under his feet. After some door breaking, tackling, and forcing his hotheaded brother to not summon Lotan, he found out what had made him so upset. Apparently, there was some demon running around with elaborate schemes swindling others -- well, nerds -- out of their money. He went on to explain something that Mammon did not at all understand -- as was usual when he got into his otaku rambling. If his brother had not been so upset, Mammon would have commended the guy for knowing how to target and hit a jackpot.

After some additional pestering, Mammon managed to get a rough description of this third-rate demon and realized he had a pretty good idea of just who it was. It was someone far closer to him than he’d like to admit.

So now here he was, leaning against the bar at one of the Devildom’s many clubs, drink in hand as he monitors the floor. If he was right, he would see the other cozening demon somewhere here tonight, so now it was just a waiting game. As Lucifer had told him repeatedly, You have to show that you’re Number Two. He planned to make that very clear tonight.

He felt the pulse of the bass vibrating through his body as the DJ amped up their music, more and more demons flowing into the space as the prime clubbing hours arrived. A few who noticed Mammon acknowledged his presence, some whispering about how he seemed to look way more serious than normal. The Avatar of Greed, not partying the night away already? Strange.

His patience was just about to run out when he caught a glimpse of just the demon he was seeking out. Hair as orange as a flame, he wasn’t too hard to spot amongst the crowd of more muted succubi surrounding him. Mammon downed the rest of his drink in one go, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket as he made his way to his target.

“Mulciber. Already getting started, huh?”

“M-Mammon?!” He seemed startled to see the other, but cleared his throat as he regained his cool composure. “It’s good to see you, man! Why don’t you join us all for a drink?” The succubi around him giggled, one daring to lean towards Mammon in an attempt to latch onto his arm, but he quickly placed a hand up to stop her.

“No touchin’, sweetheart.” He shot her a look that made her immediately back away, a pout on her lips. “And that’s a nice offer, Mulcey, but I was hopin’ I could talk to ya real quick in private.”

Mulciber could tell that no was not an option in this conversation, given the serious look in the Avatar’s eyes. “Oh, uh, sure. Sorry ladies, I’ll be back soon. Gotta take care of business!” He gave them a wink as they continued on to the table for their party. Clearing his throat again, he turned back to his superior. “So, what’s shaking, boss?”

Mammon just gave him a smile before nodding his head towards a side door, motioning to accompany him there. The lesser demon complied, following him outside to a side alley. The night air was brisk, causing a shudder to run through Mulciber’s spine. At least, he hoped it was the weather that was making him feel like this …

“I heard ya got up to another scheme.” Mammon fiddled with a lighter, flipping the top off and on with his thumb and a jerk of his hand as he spoke. Click, click, click, click. “Wanna tell me about it?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, totally!” Mulciber nervously replied, wondering why Mammon seemed so interested. Did he want a cut of the check? Fishing for ideas for his own next get-rich-quick scheme? Or --

Oh.

Oh no.

He suddenly remembered that one of the victims of his scheming had been the very Avatar of Envy. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, delighting in the fact that he was even able to rip off a Greater Demon. Meant his plan had to be pretty genius, right? But now … now he was starting to realize that he may have just made a big mistake.

“Hm? Ya haven’t said a word, Mulcey-boy.” Mammon turned to face him, tucking the lighter into his pocket. He took a step towards the other, who immediately took a step back -- only to be met with a hard brick wall. “Or didja have a moment of realization?”

“L-Listen, Mammon, I’m sorry! I didn’t know at the time, I swear!” Mulciber brought both his hands up, as if that would stop the other from approaching him.

“Oh? ‘Cuz your face says differently, buddy.” He bared his fangs, the usual gradient in his eyes now glowing a furious gold. There’s a malicious grin on his face as he takes a step back, and then he begins to … whistle?

Mulciber does not like where this is going. He’s heard that tune before and it makes his hairs stand on end. “Look, man, please, I’ll do whatever I have to do to make it up to you!” There’s already desperation in his voice, which almost makes Mammon laugh.

“Glad to hear it. Then ya won’t have a problem with what’s about to happen next, yeah?”

It starts in the distance, a noise that made it feel as if your eardrums were being pierced by a thousand shards of glass. It grows louder and louder, closer and closer. An omen.

Mulciber shrinks against the wall, his grey eyes wide in fear. He knows running is pointless -- the other demon would quickly catch him, and leave him even worse for wear as repercussion. “P-please, Mammon, sir, don’t do this … “

“Didn’t you just say ya’d do whatever ya have to do?” Mammon shakes his head, his wings stretching out wide as if to entrap the lesser demon where he stood. “And you really think suddenly pullin’ out the formalities is gonna get ya any mercy here?”

The flapping of numerous wings now filled the air, a large murder of crows circling in the dark sky above. Their bone-chilling caws and cries rain down upon them as the birds eagerly await their master’s command.

Mammon lunged forward and grasped the other’s jaw, his claws digging into flesh as he brought his face threateningly close. “Pretty ballsy of you to think messin’ with any of us was the right move.” He growled, a rumble in his throat. “Looks like someone needs remindin’ of his place.”

“I-I wasn’t thinkin’ at the time! C’mon, you know how that is, don’t you? I was just thinking of making some big bucks, I didn’t mean to go and step out of line--” Mulciber frantically rambled, trying to ignore the searing pain he was feeling from Mammon’s grip.

“I’m sure that was the case, Mulcey, sure!” If it wasn’t for his mocking smile, the Avatar would have nearly sounded genuine. “But that doesn’t mean you can escape the consequences, ya’know?” He let out a tsk, watching as blood dripped from where he had pierced the other’s skin.

He let go of Mulciber, taking a few steps back as he shook his hand as if to clean it of the ichor. There was no denying the glee he was feeling from this -- it had been a while since he decided to flex his abilities and powers on another. Looking up to the sky, he whistled out another tune, causing the crows to descend.

“He’s all yours.” He commands them in a language only they could understand, and in a flash the black-feathered birds rush in to attack. Their squawks mix with Mulciber’s shrieks as they begin to peck at him with their beaks and scratch him with their claws. Mammon fishes out the lighter from his pocket once more, grabbing a cigarette from the box he had on him with his other hand. Leaning against the opposing alley wall, he lights up and takes a slow drag, watching as the flurry of feathers pulverize his inferior.

The crows tear at Mulciber’s flesh, their sharp beaks riddling his body with small cavities and painting him with his own blood. He continues to cry and scream, though it’s obvious he’s losing energy by the second as they grow weaker in intensity, his body slumping towards the ground. Perhaps he had learned his lesson? Surely, he’s just waiting for it all to stop now, right?

Mammon takes a glance around, humming in delight as he catches sight of a discarded iron pipe. He drops the remains of his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out before retrieving his now makeshift weapon. It feels cool and light in his hand, and he gives it a small toss in the air before catching it again with a satisfied smile.

“Alright, alright. You all can leave him alone now.” Mammon commands his murder once more, followed by another whistle to let them know they could go back to doing whatever they were doing before now. One of them flew over to Mammon, perching on the metal rod in his hand, looking up at him with a puffed up chest in pride as blood stained its beak.

“Yes, who’s my good lil’ birdie?” Mammon cooed, scratching the crow under its chin. “Go get yerself cleaned up, okay?” It cawed in delight before flying off to join the rest, who were fading back into the dark night sky. The Avatar of Greed shook his head fondly before turning his attention back to the matter at hand.

Mulciber lay crumpled on the ground, though was making efforts to sit upright as he gasped for breath. His body hurt all over, as if every inch of him had been pierced with needles. He feebly looked up to meet Mammon’s gaze, a whimper leaving him as he noticed the rod in his hand.

“What? I couldn’t let my birds have all the fun, now could I?” Mammon grasped the rod firmly in both hands before swinging it down with a deafening crack as it hit the other, who let out another sharp cry of pain.

“Hm, perhaps just another for good measure.” Whack. Another wail.

“Okay, okay. One more.” Whack. Another splatter of blood.

Content at the shuddering and sniveling mass that was left, Mammon kneeled down to get close to Mulciber’s ear, his next words full of menace. “Ya really should have stuck to the building business. Keep that in mind in the future, ‘kay?”

Mammon stood up and let the iron rod clatter to the ground, its hollowness ringing into the night. He made his way back inside to order another drink, ignoring the whispers and stares from the others in the club. It was doubtful that Mulciber would make an appearance here after what had happened for a while.

He knocked on the bar counter, getting the attention of the bartender. “Give me a glass of your finest whiskey. Put it on Mulciber’s tab.”

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Why Will Dany Burn King’s Landing?

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Although most fans of A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones understandably aren't keen on revisiting the sloppy final season of the TV series, season 8 of the show is actually home to some of the most interesting indications of where the book series may or may not be going.

Season 8 was largely so confusing because the series was attempting to get across the finish line as fast as possible, but many of the messier aspects of the show were also clearly driven by the fact that Game of Thrones had already significantly deviated from the story that George RR Martin was trying to tell. So, when the time came for the TV series to end, the show had to push its characters into their decided endgames despite the fact that many alterations to their prior arcs now made those endings somewhat nonsensical.

George has already directly stated that the broad strokes of the ending will be the same in the books, but I think it stands to reason that the most controversial aspect of the series end, Daenerys' decision to burn King's Landing, will likely be significantly different within the books.

There are a lot of theories about how Dany's dark, or at least slightly darker, turn is going to go in the novels. Many fans unsuprisingly have come up with speculations that alleviate most of Dany's responsibility for the destruction of the city, but I think the notion that someone else will burn King's Landing or that Daenerys will burn the capitol by accident are extremely unlikely.

I can't envision a world where George RR Martin lets any of his main characters off the hook for the most destructive choice in the entire series, and frankly it has always been completely in character for Daenerys to justify any amount of devastation and destruction if it's in service of reclaiming the Iron Throne. And honestly, despite the fact that Game of Thrones retconned most of Dany's darkest book decisions and characteristics, even within the TV series itself, burning King's Landing was largely a logical extension of Dany's habit of killing anybody who gives even the slightest indication that they might not follow her.

However, it also seems undeniable that the burning of King's Landing is almost certainly going to come about due to different circumstances. And, it seems extremely likely that the omission of one significant character in the books, Young Griff, will be one of the key differences in the destruction of King's Landing and the entire Targaryen dynasty.

While I don't think Young Griff's non-Targaryen heritage is nearly as undeniable as many other fans do, one thing that seems very probable is that regardless of whether or not Aegon is really Aegon Targaryen, Daenerys will not believe that he is the long lost son of Rhaegar Targaryen.

Cersei becoming Dany's greatest rival never really made sense considering how few legitimate supporters she had. But on the other hand, someone like Young Griff, who has spent his entire life training to become the best king possible, seems like the kind of person who will likely win at least a significant amount of support among the lords of Westeros and the common people, who at this point would honestly prefer anyone other than Cersei anyway.

But, if Dany arrives in Westeros and there is a Targaryen who she doesn't believe is a Targaryen already sitting on the Iron Throne with the backing of a multitude of kingdoms as well as the common people, clearly she's going to be pissed. And obviously she's going to have a huge axe to grind with the boy who she believes has usurped her throne.

Dany has always been prone to violence to begin with, but now that she seems to have decided to go full fire and blood, it's not that difficult to figure out how she is likely going to handle Aegon the Sixth. But, I think that the penultimate episode of Game of Thrones may have already explained exactly how that is going to happen.

Like most fans, as soon as any information about the final season of Game of Thrones was released, I thought about what it could possibly be referring to or what it would mean. And one aspect of season 8 that seemed to not quite fit into anything within the rest of the series was the title of the episode "The Bells".

What initially interested me about that name was that not only was it the title for arguably the most important episode in the entire show, but that it referred to something that has a lot of thematic relevance within the books but that has been barely mentioned within the TV series. Bells are mentioned constantly in A Song of Ice and Fire, but they've only gotten a few nods within Game of Thrones. And I was even more surprised that, when the show actually aired, the ringing of the bells didn't seem to be hugely relevant to the episode itself either.

Yes, the bells do seem to trigger Dany's decision to burn the entire city down, but they aren't important before or after that, and when there are so many possible titles that are more connected to the series and the story, it still seems strange that "The Bells" was called "The Bells".

However, while bells are a bit of a perennial theme within A Song of Ice and Fire, I think one particular bell-themed subplot might be the exact history that is going to repeat itself when King's Landing burns to the ground, and I think that Daenerys might defeat Aegon in the second Battle of the Bells.

Jon Connington is another fantastic character who was completely omitted from the TV series, but it's interesting that the most fervent supporter of House Targaryen who was on the front lines fighting for Rhaegar in Robert's Rebellion seems to believe that the war wasn't actually lost in the Trident, but in Stoney Sept when Jon failed to root out Robert Baratheon.

JonCon's perspective on Rhaegar and on the entire war is undeniably warped, and in retrospect House Targaryen's dynasty was always destined to fail. Rhaegar may not have had the violent impulses of Aerys, but a dude who lets the entire realm devolve into chaos because he really needs to impregnate a teenager who is dubiously consenting at best was not going to bring peace and prosperity back to the realm. And in a broader sense, the Targaryen values of isolationism, superiority, subjugation, and consolidation of power seem to indicate that no matter what happened, as long as the Targaryens stuck to their beliefs then they were never going to hold on to the Seven Kingdoms.

But still, it seems incredibly important that Jon Connington believed that the Targaryens lost the Iron Throne in the Battle of the Bells, and it's even more important that he's almost certainly wrong. A Song of Ice and Fire has been pretty consistent in its portrayal of brutality. It has proven to be an effective tool in the short term, but it seems to have disastrous results in the long run. And, given that George RR Martin is an ardent pacifist, it's obvious that JonCon's belief that if he had only been crueler and more violent in Stoney Sept then the war would have been won for House Targaryen is a belief that is bound to be undermined.

The fact that Prince Aegon's greatest Westerosi supporter is so strong in this belief though seems to be an obvious setup for a clash in the future. It seems unlikely that the boy who Varys wanted to be the perfect king would be as brutal as someone like Tywin Lannister, and honestly, most people are not that violent nor do they believe that the only goal is winning no matter the cost.

But, it also seems to be a setup for a clash between Young Griff and Daenerys. After all, while most people wouldn't do absolutely anything to get what they believed was their birthright, Dany absolutely would. She internally justifies every action that she takes in service of getting the Iron Throne, and there doesn't seem to be a limit to the violence that she would excuse if it meant taking what she believes is rightfully hers.

The descriptions of the Battle of the Bells in Jon Connington's POV chapters are all very interesting, and it's telling that even in these few glimpses into his mind, this battle is so vitally important. But, Jon's memories are at their most interesting in the chapter "The Griffin Reborn," when he discusses his failings with Myles Toyne.

Jon tells himself that even Tywin Lannister couldn't have done anything more than what he did, but Toyne disagrees. Blackheart says “Lord Tywin would not have bothered with a search. He would have burned that town and every living creature in it. Men and boys, babes at the breast, noble knights and holy septons, pigs and whores, rats and rebels, he would have burned them all. When the fires guttered out and only ash and cinders remained, he would have sent his men in to find the bones of Robert Baratheon."

And while Myles is undoubtedly right that this is exactly what Tywin Lannister would have done, the particular description of the violence sounds undeniably Targaryen in nature. It literally sounds like fire and blood. And frankly, it sounds pretty close to what Daenerys did in Game of Thrones and is likely to do in King's Landing in A Song of Ice and Fire.

Conceptually, it's actually quite simple. Jon Connington will fight the Battle of the Bells once again, except this time he's going to be on the side of the new Robert Baratheon. If Young Griff is a remotely capable ruler who wins the hearts of the people, then it's entirely believable that the citizens of King's Landing would give him quarter when the dragon queen comes looking for him. And given Daenerys' typical patience level, it seems incredibly likely that Dany would just burn the traitors and find the bones of the usurper in the ashes.

Jon Connington has returned to Westeros operating under the belief that he is going to have to be tougher and more brutal to ensure that Young Griff ascends to the Iron Throne like Rhaegar never did, and to ensure that he's never overthrown like the Mad King was. So then, it would be a pretty perfect twist of fate if everything that Jon believes now winds up being proven wrong and he finds himself and the boy who he has vowed to defend to his last breath relying on the kindness of strangers to hide them from the Targaryen ruler and her armies who are searching for them.

And ironically, Jon will not do what he has set out to do, succeed for the son where he failed for the father, precisely because the enemy that he's facing now will be ready and willing to use the brutality that JonCon originally shied away from in Stoney Sept. If Young Griff and the elder Griffon were actually dealing with a rival who was similar to the younger Jon Connington, someone who wasn't willing to wreak havoc and destruction in order to find their enemy at all costs, then they might have a chance at at least surviving.

But, because Dany is the type of person who serves up fire and blood to anyone she thinks even might be her enemy, any of King Aegon's protectors will be treated with the brutality that Jon currently believes is necessary to win, and Young Griff will be killed anyway. And of course, while Daenerys will almost certainly win the battle against Aegon the Sixth, her decision to be as violent and swift as possible in order to root out her enemies will also lead to her ultimate downfall and a truly irrevocable end to the Targaryen dynasty.

Thematically, the repetition of past mistakes, the false belief that great violence in service of a supposedly greater good is worthwhile, and the false belief that brutality is strength, all fits in well with A Song of Ice and Fire and George RR Martin's political point of view. But obviously, given that Aegon Targaryen, Jon Connington, and their entire branch of the story was omitted in Game of Thrones, none of this could have ever happened in the TV series. And perhaps the title of the penultimate episode was a subtle nod to the climax that the writers know will be coming in the books.

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The Proposal ~ T.H

chapter one: the proposal

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As editor in chief of the most renowned book publishing company in the UK, you had a lot on your plate. Lucky for you, you had an assistant who fulfilled your every need.

“Assistant?” You called from your desk. “Where’s my drink?”

“Right here, miss.” Tom hurried to put a Starbucks cup in your hand. He watched you nervously as you took a long sip.

“No eye contact.” You reminded him, and his eyes quickly fell to the floor. “Not unless I initiate it first.”

“Right.” He nodded. “Sorry.”

“Did you read the manuscript I sent you last night?” You asked once you seemed to approve of the drink.

“Yes, miss.”

“All of it?” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Tom took a large stack of papers out of his bag and carefully placed them on your desk.

“I highlighted the weaker paragraphs and put tabs on the parts that drag.” He explained as you flipped through the stack.

“Color coded tabs?” You asked.

“Pink for parts that need editing and red for parts that can be cut all together.” He nodded. Your lips tugged into a smile as you stopped touching the pages.

“Good boy.” You said without looking at him. Tom gulped and looked up at the ceiling so you wouldn’t see how flustered that made him.

“Thank you, miss.” He said weakly.

That was how your relationship was. You were the boss, and he made sure you were happy at all times. You had fired 15 assistants before you found Tom. Most ran from you in fear, but Tom had been putting up with you for two years now. It was hard work, but he enjoyed it.

“What did you think of the writing?” You asked him. Tom swallowed a little before giving you his answer.

“His dialogue was strong but it got preachy towards the middle.” He began. “The scene between Genevieve and Edward sounded like he was rewriting a past experience with an ex.”

“That’s exactly what I thought.” You smirked. “Nice work, assistant. You’re dismissed.”

“Thank you.” Tom bowed before turning to leave your part of the office.

“Wait.” You called, making him freeze.

“Yes, miss?” He asked nervously.

“Why does my cup say “Tom” on it?” You asked as you turned the cup around to show him where his name was written.

“Um, that was actually my cup.” He explained. “That’s why.”

“And what happened to my cup?” You tilted your head.

“I spilled it.” He admitted. “I’m sorry, miss. It won’t happen again.”

“So you drink a matcha latte with soy milk and foam?” You raised your eyebrow. “Because this is the same as my order.”

“I do.”

“I thought you drank tea.”

“I drink that too.�� He nodded quickly. “I just like matcha in the morning.”

“Do you?” You laughed a little, but it came off as a scoff. You liked to you with Tom because of how easy he made it.

“Of course.” He said. “I don’t just drink the same drink as you in case I spill yours. That would be crazy.”

“No one suggested you did.” You said flatly, and Tom realized he was caught.

“I…um.”

“Right.” You waved your hand. “Get out of my office, assistant.”

“Yes, ma’am. That’s a great idea.” Tom gave you a thumbs up and quickly ran to his part of the office. He sat down in his desk and snuck a glance at you as you read over his work from the night before.

“Did you need something else?” You asked without looking up at him. Tom flushed again when you caught him staring and cleared his throat.

“Yes, miss.” He began. “I was wondering if you received my request to take next week off. I was going to go home to see my family.”

“Oh, right.” You remembered reading his email. “Do you really need a whole week?”

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I haven’t seen them in a long time and it’s my little brothers birthday.” Tom explained. “It would mean a lot to them if I was there.”

You let out a loud sigh as you continued to read the manuscript, never looking up at him.

“I also haven’t taken a vacation in two years.” He added quietly. “Just to remind you.”

You finally looked up at Tom, who was sitting meekly with his hands folded on his desk, and let out another sigh. He was a great assistant who never talked back or asked for anything. He deserved a little time off.

“Fine.” You agreed. “You can go home. But I want the revised edits of the My Girl manuscript by the time you get back.”

“Yes, miss.” He broke into a smile. “Of course.”

“Now stop staring.” You commanded, and he quickly looked away.

You and Tom worked in silence for the next hour until he got a phone call.

“Miss L/n’s office, how may I help you?” Tom cheerily answered the phone. You snuck a glance at him as he nodded along to whoever was on the other end of the line.

“Yes, sir. Right away.” He said before hanging up. “Miss?”

“What now?” You sighed.

“You have a call from upstairs.” Tom explained. “They want to see you right away.”

You rolled your eyes and sat back in your chair. A call from upstairs meant the head of the publishing company, Mr. Reynolds, wanted to see you.

“All right.” You stood up and smoothed your skirt. “You know the drill. Get me in ten minutes with a call from-“

“Mr. Paxton.” Tom finished your sentence with a smile. “I know what to do.”

“Good boy.” You nodded at him. “But don’t cut me off again. Or I’ll cut that pretty little paycheck I give you. Got it?”

“Yes, miss.” He answered as you walked out of the office. You made your way to the office upstairs and threw on a smile before opening the door.

“Good morning, sir.” You greeted. “How can I help you?”

“Good morning, Y/n.” Mr. Reynolds smiled tightly. “Look, there’s no way to sugar coat this. You’re being deported.”

“What?” Your smile fell. “Deported?”

“We got a call from the IRCC.” He sighed. “Your visa is expired.”

“But I put in a request for a renewal.” You explained as you tried not to panic.

“It was denied.” He told you. “Apparently you haven’t filled out your paperwork in months. You missed several deadlines.”

You let out a loud sigh and sat in the chair in front of his desk. Me. Reynolds watched you sympathetically as you rubbed your face.

“So what happens now?” You asked sadly.

“You stayed in the country past 30 days of your visa expiring. That means you’ll have to leave the country for a year and apply for citizenship.”

“A year?” You exclaimed but quickly collected yourself so you didn’t look frazzled.

“That’s...that’s not problem.” You forced a smile. I can work from home. Most of what I do is online anyway. It’ll be fine.”

“I wish it were that easy.” He sighed. “You’re the best editor in chief we’ve ever had and it would kill us to see you go. But if you’re deported, you can’t work for an UK company. It’s not allowed.”

Before you could answer, Tom knocked on the door and stepped into the office.

“Excuse me, I have a call waiting for Miss L/n.” He smiled. “It’s from Mr. Paxton and it’s urgent.”

“Not now, assistant.” You waved him away in annoyance while you tried to think of what to do. Tom didn’t understand that you didn’t need to be saved from this meeting, so he went on with the plan.

“I can see that you’re already engaged but when you have a minute, Mr. Paxton really needs to speak with you.” Tom continued. Your head snapped up at his choice of words and suddenly, you had an idea. Tom looked at your curiously as you got out of your chair and motioned for him to come over to you. He reluctantly walked over to you and kept his distance, but you immediately pulled him closer and wrapped your arm around his.

“Mr. Reynolds , you don’t have to worry about replacing me.” You said. “I can assure you, no one is getting deported anytime soon.”

“Why’s that?” He asked. Tom looked at you in confusion and you gave him a sweet smile in return. You slipped your hand into Tom’s and rested your head on his shoulder, making Tom’s entire body tense up.

“Because Tom and I are engaged.” You lied through a smile.

“You are?” Mr. Reynolds asked hopefully.

“We are?” Tom sputtered with wide eyes.

“We are.” You said through gritted teeth, never losing your smile. “We are getting married. To each other. Out of love. And passion. And stuff.”

“Yeah. What she said.” Tom faked a smile as well as he tried to understand what was happening.

“Wow. Congratulations.” Mr. Reynolds applauded you. “I had no idea you two were together.”

“Well, we are.” You squeezed Tom’s hand and beamed. “We’re so excited. I can’t wait to be Mrs....”

You trailed off and looked to Tom for help when you realized you didn’t know his last name.

“Holland.” He finished your sentence.

“Holland.” You nodded. “Mrs. Holland. That’s me. Soon to be, anyway.”

“Well this would certainly solve the deportation issue. Just make it official and you’re in the clear.” Mr. Reynolds told you.

“We will. Bye now.” You waved and pulled Tom out of the office by his hand. You quickly dropped his hand and your smile as you walked back to your office.

“What was the about?” Tom whispered. “What deportation?”

“Keep your mouth shut and keep walking.” You seized his arm and pulled him to your office. You pushed him inside and shut the door behind the two of you, letting out a loud groan once you were alone.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” He asked you.

“No.” You said simply as rubbed your face.

“No?” He raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

You glared at Tom for a minute as you reminded yourself that he was your only hope. You hated being vulnerable in front of people, but you desperately needed his help. Knowing there was no other option, you hung your head in shame and got ready to tell him the truth.

“Look, I’m not a UK citizen.” You admitted. “I came here on a student visa and I got it extended once I started working here but the embassy denied my recent request for another extension.”

“Okay. Great.” Tom said sarcastically. “What does that have to do with my hand in marriage?”

“I can’t work here without citizenship or a visa. But I could stay here if I was married to a citizen, like you.” You said like it was obvious. “And watch it with the sarcasm. I’m still your boss.”

“Sorry, miss.” He slipped back into his submissive role. “But why would you have to marry me? Can’t you just apply for citizenship?”

“Do you have any idea how long that takes?” You sighed. “And I’d have to leave the country for at least a year because I overstayed.”

“Where are you being deported to exactly?” He wondered.

“Canada.” You mumbled sheepishly. His cheeks puffed up as he tried to hold back laughter. He knew it wasn’t funny, but he had never seen you so vulnerable before. Something about you needing his help made him want to laugh.

“Are you laughing?” You sternly raised your eyebrows at him.

“No.” He said quickly. “I’ve never laughed. Not once in my whole life.”

“This is serious.” You raised your voice at him. “It’s my job. And it’s your job too.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re my assistant.” You reminded him. “If I’m fired, so are you. That means all the work you’ve done to get to where you are will go out the window and you’ll have to start over.”

“I can’t start over.” Tom panicked. “I put my whole life into this job.”

“Then you know what you have to do.” You shrugged.

“But we can’t just get married.” He laughed at the ridiculous situation.

“Why not?” You said dismissively. “We can just sign the papers at city hall and get divorced when this is all solved.”

“Are you forgetting this is a felony?” He asked you. “We’d be committing fraud.”

“Then we’ll just have to be extremely convincing.” You gave him as tight smile.

“And what if we’re not?” He asked as he got closer to you. “I could go jail. Why would I risk that just so you could stay in the country?”

You put your hand on your hips and stared at him, realizing he had a good point. He had a lot to lose if he helped you, so you had to level the playing field.

“I’ll make you editor.” You decided.

“What?”

“Thats what you want, right?” You asked. “What you’ve been waiting for?”

“Yes. I want it very much.” He said quietly.

“Then I’ll make you a deal.” You proposed. “If you marry me, I will promote you to editor.”

“You will?” He asked hopefully.

“I will.” You promised. “You earned it. And you’d be doing me a huge favor.”

Tom stared at you for a long time as he decided what to do. He was risking at least five years in prison for committing fraud, but that was only if you got caught. If he could convict the IRCC that he was your husband, he could become the editor at his dream job.

“Please.” You said softly when you sensed his hesitation. “You’re my only hope. I need you.”

Tom’s lips twitched into a smile as he came to a conclusion.

“I want a proposal.” He decided.

“What?”

“If we’re getting married, then I want a proposal.” He shrugged. “From you. Right now.”

“I am not proposing to you.” You scoffed.

“Then you’ll have to find a new husband.” Tom said simply. He turned to go back to his desk but you grabbed his arm.

“Wait.” You looked at the ceiling in annoyance, knowing there was no way around this.

“Yes?” He asked sweetly.

“Will you marry me?” You asked through a tight smile.

“Uh uh.” He said. “That’s not a proposal.”

“What am I supposed to do?” You whined. “Get down on my knees?”

Tom tweaked an eyebrow up and you took it as a yes. With a loud sigh, you got down on both knees in front of him and took his hand.

“Tom Holland,” you forced a wide smile, “will you please marry me?”

“It’s a pretty sight.” He smirked. “You on your knees.”

“Is that a yes?” You raised an unamused eyebrow.

“Yes.” He smiled. “Yes, I will marry you.”

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Beomgyu | Let Me (III)

Pairing: Beomgyu x Fem!Reader

Genre: Hogwarts!AU, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst

Featuring: the rest of TXT, ENHYPEN, aespa, ITZY

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: none

Summary: Struggling with Potions class right away, you try your best to settle into the new year at Hogwarts. But out of nowhere, popular student and fellow Gryffindor Beomgyu offers to help you. Not having spoken much to him before, you are wary. Will you accept his offer? What will happen if you do?

Author’s Note: It's Sunday, you know what that means! For this chapter, be ready for some angst for the first time, because I'm evil hehe. Also, thank you again for all the interactions with this story! If you like it or have suggestions, please let me know. <3

Taglist: @odifarts, @paragonofroyalty, @jayla-lover, @hugsforgyu, @yoonsupremacy (If you want me to tag you on the next chapters, let me know! <3)

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After celebrating your Quidditch victory with your fellow Gryffindors in the common room , Beomgyu and you got back to studying right away the following day. You even prepared some tarot cards for him to interpret, testing if he could remember their meanings. You were surprised to see him recall all of their possible interpretations. "Wow, you've really improved a lot." you whispered to yourself initially, but it was loud enough for him to catch. "Happens when you have a good tutor." he teased, and the moment you turned towards him, he put on that stupid grin again. "Stop the flirting and tell me what this card means." you brushed him off quickly, trying to act unimpressed. But that statement of his did linger in your mind longer than expected.

The fact that you and Beomgyu spent so much time together has even reached Yeonjun and Soobin by now. At first, they didn't really care. Beomgyu had other friends, so whenever he wasn't around, they figured he was seeing them. But once they realized that most of his free time was sacrificed for you, suspicions grew. Was he planning something? Beomgyu was pretty secretive most of the time, especially when it came to his own feelings. He would never just blurt out that he liked or dated you. And the boys definitely weren't that stupid to just ask. He would probably lie to them anyway. So Soobin decided that other steps had to be taken.

Once his Alchemy class ended (yes Soobin takes Alchemy, leave the poor boy alone), he rushed towards the courtyard in front of the Great Hall to catch Giselle after her Care for Magical Creatures class. He hoped you were taking this class on another day and to his delight, he spotted Giselle with other people instead of you. He approached her without hesitation, straight-forward like that, the shy boy behavior being nothing but an act to wrap girls around his finger instantly. Soobin stopped in front of her, catching her off-guard. What on earth did Soobin want from her, she thought. They never talked, he was way out of her league as well. "Hey Giselle, can I ask you something?" he basically descended upon her before she could register what was going on. "U-uh... sure?" she stuttered, distrust glossing over her voice. She hoped he wouldn't ask her out or something. That was highly unlikely, but not impossible. It was Soobin after all, he was hard to read. Once she heard his actual question though, she relaxed at first, only to tense again right after.

"Are Beomgyu and y/n dating?" She looked up at the tall boy in disbelief. "What? Why would you ask me that?" she retorted, not sure why he wouldn't just ask Beomgyu himself. But she found out why soon enough, as Soobin answered right away. "Beomgyu wouldn't tell me if I asked. Maybe y/n is more talkative on that behalf. So?" He seemed impatient and Giselle didn't understand why. "Uh no, I don't think so? They don't even meet up anymore anyway, so why are you asking?" Confusion was obvious in her face and Soobin grew frustrated. What was she talking about, of course they were still meeting. "Well, they are still meeting in case you didn't know, so I was wondering what was going on." he simply said, but Giselle looked shocked at that revelation. You didn't tell her. You said you were meeting another student now that your Potions exam was over and you didn't need Beomgyu's help anymore. Her bet was on Heeseung, because you always complained about his studying strategy, if you could even call that a strategy at all. Of course, you met with Beomgyu. How stupid of her to believe you in the first place. You were a dead woman, that's for sure.

Without ending the conversation with Soobin, Giselle rushed past him to the Gryffindor common room in hopes of finding you. And there you were, sitting on the sofa with some gum in your mouth. You looked like a deer caught in headlights the moment Giselle stomped towards you furiously. This wasn't good. Hueningkai was seated next to you, and he was similarly surprised to see Giselle this enraged. She rarely lost her temper, and he was scared that it was because of one of their pranks. Did they lose house points again because they got caught? They for sure did after exchanging the boys' clothes in the Slytherin dorms. Thanks to them, your house was stripped of 100 points because they sneaked in another house's dorm. However, Giselle would never be angry about that. It was a bummer for sure, but the rage on her face told Kai that it had to be about some stupid shit you had done. For once, he was innocent. What a win.

"You, to the bedroom, now." she ordered you, tone icy and you got up immediately, scared to your bones of what was coming next. Once you arrived at Giselle's bed, she turned around in an instant. "Why did you lie to me?" Oh god. This was about Beomgyu. Of course. "What do you mean?" you tried to feign innocence, but she knew better than that. "Cut the bullshit y/n, I know you're still meeting Beomgyu. So why did you tell me you weren't?" You could sense that she felt betrayed. Her tone was venomous. When Giselle hated one thing, it was liars. And right now, you were one of them. You sighed in defeat. "I didn't mean to, but you guys were annoying me so much whenever I mentioned his name, I couldn't take it anymore." you tried to reason.

It was true. At the beginning it was fun, but Kai and Giselle have been edging you ever since your study sessions became more frequent. You didn't see it as anything else at first, but they kept pushing you towards believing you were going on study dates. It made you insecure because you started to question Beomgyu's intentions. So, you decided to 'officially' cut Beomgyu off after the Quidditch game, when in reality, you were still meeting up with him. Kai wasn't listening to you anyway about the Divination classes and you explained to Giselle that he said he can manage it on his own from now on which is why you dropped him. It sounded plausible. What you really did though, was scheduling your meetings whenever both of them had classes. When that didn't work out, you said you tutored someone else. It was a stupid plan to begin with, you knew Giselle would find out one way or another. What you didn't expect was Soobin telling her, though. "What the hell do you have to do with Soobin?" you questioned in an annoyed tone. Are your friends forming an alliance against you? What was all of this fuss about anyway? Why couldn't Beomgyu and you just study without them bothering you?

Because that would be a lie as well. Truth be told, you did grow fond of Beomgyu over time. You didn't know what it was exactly, you were confused about your feelings for him, especially since you haven't known him for long. But he was very nice to talk to, you often ended your study sessions a bit early to chat about anything and everything. It was those conversations that made you anticipate the next tutoring session. Of course, you still wanted to help and repay him for saving your Potions grade, but you also enjoyed his presence when you were not studying. And to be quite honest, you were afraid of what would happen once that Divination exam was over as well. Would you really cut each other off and proceed to simply acknowledge each other's presence? One part of your brain told you that this wasn't the case as you already had conversations far beyond study questions and you would consider him a friend as well. But the more insecure part of yourself still wasn't sure if his intentions were genuine. What if he really just wanted help with Divination in return? The closer his exam approached, the more anxious you became.

You couldn't take it anymore and decided to blurt all of these thoughts to Giselle. She was stunned, to say the least. She expected you to be slightly whipped, but she didn't expect you to be in it that deeply. You stood in front of her, motionless, trying to control your tears. Why was this boy getting to you? A few weeks ago, you barely knew he existed. "Y/n, do you have a crush on him?" Giselle finally asked. You didn't know. You didn't want to jump to conclusions too fast. Maybe you just had your rose-colored glasses on because he reassured you that you can do well despite being a halfblood. Maybe that was enough for you to be whipped. Or maybe you were just fond of him as a friend. Maybe you enjoyed the deep talks you sometimes missed from Kai, and sometimes also from Giselle. They were occupied with their own problems often, so you didn't want to bother them with yours, but Beomgyu always seemed willing to listen regardless if he was tired or struggling himself. At least, that's the impression you got.

"I don't want to call it that. I just like him as a friend for now. And I'm afraid that I'll lose him once he passed that damn Divination exam." you explained. Giselle nodded understandingly. "You won't know until it happens. If you're so worried about it, why don't you ask him? If you feel comfortable around him, that shouldn't be a problem." she reasoned. Damn, if you knew one thing for sure, it was that Giselle was perfect at problem-solving. She always knew the right steps to take, at least in your situations. But were you really able to ask him about it? You didn't want to come off as desperate. What if he interprets it the wrong way? He might push you away for real afterwards, thinking you want to date. You were at a loss. "Thank you, Giselle. And I'm sorry for lying to you." you admitted. After talks like this, you always questioned why you keep stuff from her in the first place. "It's alright, don't worry. Just talk to me about it in the future. And tell me when the teasing is becoming too much." She winked at you, and you were finally able to crack a laugh.

Two days later, Beomgyu and you had scheduled another tutoring session. Only this time, Giselle knew about it too. Beomgyu approached you with his signature model walk, acting as if it was his world and the rest of you were only living in it. You couldn't help but laugh. The confidence of this man, for real. He greeted you with a grin and a small "Hi there." before sitting down next to you. It was the day before the exam, so you just revised everything you did before. Everything went smoothly and Beomgyu seemed well-prepared, and you closed your notebooks in satisfaction upon hearing him answer your last question correctly. He sighed, visibly relaxing in his seat. "Think you're ready for the exam?" you asked, trying to spark up conversation. "Yes, more prepared than ever. Thank you, y/n.“ he said, a gentle smile playing on his lips which you returned. "What are you gonna do after finishing it?" you asked in curiosity. "Well, study for the next two." he laughed, slight panic evident in his voice. You chuckled as well.

"Do you have any more exams too?" he followed up. You were surprised that he was interested. "Yeah, Muggle Studies and Arithmancy." You ticked off the invisible list of deadlines in your head. He shook his head in disbelief. "See, never say that you're bad at anything again, when you're literally taking Arithmancy. That's just crazy." he huffed, and you rolled your eyes. Not this again. "Stop the nagging, you're starting to become worse than Kai." you retorted, packing your things. A mischievous grin was on his lips. "Mission accomplished" you heard him say in response. You turned around to face him, unamused you might add. He chuckled lowly before chiming "No but in all seriousness, when's your last exam?" You didn't know where he wanted to go with that question. "On the 16th, what about yours?" you said carefully. He nodded. "Mine's on the 15th. How about we celebrate finishing our exams for the winter with a butterbeer?" He suggested.

'Is that a date?' you immediately thought. 'Don't be ridiculous, y/n.' was the thought that followed immediately after. You two were friends at most, he was probably just happy that you were about to finish your exams with ease. You smiled at his suggestion in an attempt not to be too affected by it. "Sure, I would love that." He smiled back at you, the familiar sparkle appearing in his eyes again. You didn't want to imagine things, so you tried to shrug it off. Both of you were startled by the big clock striking 5 and you looked at him with big eyes. He looked similarly shocked, quickly grabbing his things before jumping up from his seat. "Oh god, I'm gonna be late for Quidditch practice, I'll talk to you later, okay? Bye y/n!" he quickly waved as he sprinted out of the Hall. You could only laugh in disbelief. This boy.

Finally, the 16th. Finally, your last exam before the Christmas holidays. You really deserved that break, after weeks of stressing over Potions, weeks of studying for other exams and tests while simultaneously helping Beomgyu with Divination. Thankfully, his exam went well, at least that's what he told you and God forbid if he was lying. Now only your Muggle Studies exam was left before you could finally lay back and relax. At least, relax for a minute or two before panicking over your maybe-date with Beomgyu. You were excited to meet him today, relieved that he wants to meet you after your exams as well. You didn't know what to expect, though, so you tried not to get your hopes up. But your mind was driving wild.

Needless to say, you crushed that exam with ease. Muggle Studies wasn't a difficult class for you. You still studied well for it of course, but it was way easier for you than the Artihmancy exam you had a few days earlier. The moment you reached the Great Hall, Taehyun almost knocked you over, embracing you in a hug. "We did iiiitttt!!!" he yelled in relief, his voice getting extra high whenever he's excited. He had his last Ancient Runes exam today as well. You couldn't help but laugh, he was taller than you but in moments like this, he seemed extra tiny. "Okay okay, take it easy boy." you said, trying to peel yourself from him. But he was one clingy bastard. "Let the poor girl breathe, will ya." Kai told him, making Taehyun's face drop immediately. He let you go and gave Hueningkai a bothered look. "You can't even let me have the littlest joy in life now, can you?" he got out. Kai smiled proudly at him. "Nope. No joy for you whatsoever."

Taehyun was about to launch at his younger friend, but you stopped him. "No fighting today. Today's a good day." you announced, satisfied. "At least y/n is siding with me." Taehyun crossed his arms, almost sticking his tongue out at Hueningkai in the most childish way possible. At that moment, Giselle came up behind you. "Why is that, because you have a date?" She wiggled her eyebrows at you, and you glared at her. No more teasing you said. But she couldn't help herself from time to time. "It isn't a date. We're just celebrating exam season being over." you justified. Giselle wasn't buying it, you could tell, but she kept quiet. 'Don't get my hopes up even more' you thought to yourself. Deep down, you hoped it was a date, because the more time you spent with Beomgyu, the more you gravitated towards him. But you weren't ready to face rejection, so you tried to shove that feeling down as much as you could.

After your last class, you quickly went to the dorm to change into some comfortable clothes for your meeting with Beomgyu. You tried not to overthink your outfit, especially because it was freezing outside. This wasn't the time to show off cute tops when you could literally freeze to death, so you settled with something warm and comfortable. You still refused to believe it was a date, anyway. Since Beomgyu and you decided to meet at the Three Broomsticks and you specifically told Taehyun, Giselle and Kai not to join you, especially not to spy on you, you went off alone. To your dismay, it was snowing, so your hair was going to be ruined. Great, just great. You tried to hurry to reach Hogsmeade faster and prevent your hair from getting even worse. Your eyes lit up once you could make out the Three Broomsticks in the snowstorm. Without a second thought to mentally prepare yourself for facing Beomgyu, you opened the door to escape the snow. But when you caught sight of him, your face fell. Yeah, this really wasn’t what you expected.

Once you closed the pub door behind you, Beomgyu caught sight of your figure, your shoulders and head covered in a thin layer of snow. You tried to fix your hair to the best of your ability, but it was to no avail. He jumped up from his chair and approached you. 'Oh, please no', you thought. He beamed at you, and you tried to return the smile, but you weren't feeling like smiling at all. "You're here" he exclaimed excitedly, and you nodded, trying to pose just like he does whenever he announces his arrival. He laughs at that, well at least he laughed at your pose and not the terrible state you were in. "Come on." he nudged for you to follow him to the table. You were met with five other people there. Soobin, Yeonjun, Karina and Heeseung joined Beomgyu and your celebration without your knowledge. You didn’t know the last person, a girl with orange hair and cat-like eyes. Beomgyu was quick to catch up on your confused face when you exchanged looks with her. "Oh, that's Yeji in case you didn't know. Yeji, that's y/n. She helped me study for Divination." he recited proudly, but you felt even worse after you were introduced by him like that.

You caught a glimpse of Soobin and glared at him for busting you. You were met with a hesitant look from him, he probably figured that you knew that he gave away your secret. At the end of the day, he wasn't stupid. You settled next to Beomgyu across from Yeonjun, who greeted you kindly. You faked a smile, but you honestly wished for the floor to swallow you whole. You mentally beat yourself for getting your hopes up. As if Beomgyu would ask you out. He was way too popular, and you were way too ordinary for that. Whatever chances you thought you'd have with him, it was stupid to believe you even had any at all. You wanted to go to the dorm and cry to Giselle about it, but everyone would think you're a maniac if you got up and left one minute after sitting down.

You were so lost in your thoughts and contemplating what to do that you missed the waiter coming to your table to take your orders. Everyone ordered and he was waiting for yours, but you didn't react. Beomgyu knit his brows together, asking you if it was a butterbeer that you wanted. Finally coming to your senses, you looked at him and the waiter. "H-huh? Oh, yeah, a butterbeer please." you replied monotonously. Beomgyu gave you a concerned look, but you didn't react. "Everything okay?" He asked lowly, hoping not to attract the whole table's attention. Luckily, they were already vividly taking part in another conversation. You didn't know what to tell him. The truth definitely wasn't an option. What lie could you come up with the quickest?

"Sure, I was just thinking about one of my answers on the exam today and I think it's wrong." you finally said, trying to chuckle to make it seem less of a deal. Beomgyu didn't seem to believe you. From what you told him in one of your post-tutoring talks, you weren't one to revise all your answers after an exam, so why now? "Don't worry about it now, be happy that it's over and done with." He says, putting his hand on yours and giving it a light squeeze. Oh god, the mixed signals. Can he stop please. You weren't having any of it right now. You simply nodded in hopes of him finally dropping the topic and to your surprise, he did. He let go of your hand and you only noticed then that you had tensed up because of his touch. You examined your hand before trying to focus your attention to the conversation in front of you, but you honestly weren't really interested that much.

Once your butterbeer arrived, you finally had something to busy your hands with. You tried to get some comfort from the warm liquid, hoping that you could go home soon. You were quiet for most of the meeting, only speaking when explicitly being asked a question. This really wasn't like you. Usually, you were rather talkative, even when it's people you don't know well. Of course, you wouldn't go into a full-on deep talk, but light topics were something you could easily talk about with everyone. Beomgyu also noticed how timid you were, but he didn't want to push you further. You seemed annoyed, maybe something happened before that kept your mind busy, he concluded. He still tried to get yourself to talk a bit, nevertheless. His friends were currently discussing their plans for their Christmas break. You listened with half-interest as Yeonjun was rambling about him flying to the States to spend his first Christmas and New Year's Eve in New York. Soobin mentioned how he was going on vacation as well, Karina was simply going home to visit her family, Heeseung had to help in his father's company and Yeji visited her grandmother. Your interest peaked once it was Beomgyu's turn. He also mentioned travelling, and that's when your ears shut off. At least until you were asked to share your plans.

Truth was, you had no plans. You were staying at Hogwarts. Your parents were travelling with friends this year, your sister being occupied with her boyfriend. This leaves you with nowhere to go as your grandparents had already passed. Staying at Hogwarts wasn't totally exotic, but little to no one actually stayed there for Christmas. Only those without nice families tend to stay in the castle. And after hearing all the exciting trips the people around you had planned, you felt even worse about telling them. They would judge you 100%, most of them were rich kids after all. You were at a loss, but they all looked at you expectantly, so you had to come up with something. At the end, all you could blurt was a "I don't know yet. I need to talk to my parents again." This statement alone earned you unsatisfied groans from the others and you regretted answering at all. They argued about how Christmas break started next week already, and flight tickets weren't cheap when you book them last-minute. You shrugged it off, saying there will be a solution somehow, finishing off with a fake smile. They seemed to be satisfied with that, well everyone except Beomgyu. He knew something was up and it was bothering him.

After what felt like hours, Yeji was the first one to announce her departure and you couldn't be more thankful. That meant that you could excuse yourself now as well without coming off as weird. The moment she mentioned that she had to pack because she was leaving the day after tomorrow, you joined her, trying to cover with a phone call with your parents to plan your holidays. "You inspired me to finally get this settled." you joked, earning a laugh from them. Beomgyu got up with you and you looked at him in confusion, moving towards the coat-stand to put on your coat and scarf. "Should I walk you to the castle?" was what you heard while wrapping your scarf around your neck. Can he please stop. You turned to him, pain evident in your eyes. He looked serious about it, but you waved him off. "It's alright, I can go with Yeji, right?" you looked over to her and she nodded. He didn't look satisfied with that, but you weren't satisfied with this whole meeting so who has got it worse here? With a quick emotionless "Bye." you turned around, following Yeji into the snowstorm, leaving a confused Beomgyu behind at the entrance of the Three Broomsticks.

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